Featuring: The Lods Trio, Claire, Fala
[7:52 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: The Amaterasan(? Amaterasian?) Plaza had certainly been bustling, as it usually was for days like these. Customers came and went, as per usual and the marketplace Lods branch had amassed quite the amount of currency. The sun's retreat beyond the horizon also marked the end of the work day, with the last of the customers finding their way into inns or out of the gates.
"...Well then, today was quite busy eh, Claire?" Erick asked, stuffing any gold they had made into a sack for easier transportation.
[7:55 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Yes it has sir." Claire said as she scanned the area one last time
[7:59 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmm hmm, yes it has..." He responded, counting some of the gold at the top before tightening the string and closing the bag of gold. It didn't take long before he had fully closed up shop, hoisting the sack over his shoulder shortly afterwards.
"Alrighty-o! Let's go 'an see how me other brothers are doing then." He exclaimed, starting to walk towards the North, expecting his bodyguard to follow close.
[8:00 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Oh, sir, do you need a hand with that?" she said as she moved closer
[8:03 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Hehe, I don't think so," He responded, stroking his peachy beard as they walked "You just keep an eye out, I can handle meself"(edited)
[8:04 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Very well." she matched her pace to his, and scanned the surroundings
[8:09 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: It didn't take long before Erick started to hum to himself, tilting his head as he spoke each letter.
"Hmm, L-O-D-S of E-M-O-N-E, whussat spell? Loadsamoney... probly..."(edited)
[8:13 PM] Kwakado: A towering woman with deep brown skin and not much clothing beyond some straps of leather and a hefty backpack started pushing her way through the plaza crowds.
[8:13 PM] Kwakado: "hmph.......sure is boring around here....C'mon, get movin'!"
[8:14 PM] Kwakado: She kicked the air in front of Erick, sending a small gust past his face(edited)
[8:16 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "What in the 'ell?!" Erick exclaimed, reeling backwards and almost falling.(edited)
[8:16 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire quickened her pace to stand in front of Erick, hand on her sword, ready to draw
[8:17 PM] Kwakado: The woman leaned down over him, her bright red mohawk looking as sharp as a saw. "Nanyo, baby--" She leaned back as Claire stepped in, rolling her shoulders.
[8:17 PM] Kwakado: "Hey. We were talkin'."
[8:18 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Were you now? Didn't seem like it. I apologize."
[8:21 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: Erick simply sat there as the two conversed,
Nanyo? Must be one of those Dwabi...
"Well! 'Scuse us then, we were just making our way down the street." He spoke, getting up and dusting off his short, stocky self before hoisting the bag over his shoulder
[8:21 PM] Kwakado: "Ba-ba, bitch." The woman flicks her wrist, making a shooing motion to Claire. She takes a step towards Erick. "I wanna hear that from him."(edited)
[8:23 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "If you could be so kind as to let my associate and I keep going, we'd be ever so thankful."
[8:24 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire steps back to still be somewhat in between the woman and Erick
[8:25 PM] Kwakado: The Dwabi's pitch descended into a growl. "That don't sound like an apology to me." Her eyes shot back up to Claire. "You gonna let us talk, or what?"
[8:26 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Doesn't seem like the conversation needs to go on any longer. As he said, we are on our way. Besides, apologize for what?"
[8:28 PM] Kwakado: She closed the distance, flexing her bare legs with every step, as her boots thumped into the tile. "The runty tried to trip me. I don't like being tripped." She sneered at the Nohrian. "Or interrupted."
[8:31 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Runty? Oh well excuuuuse me your royal pain in the ass" Erick responded, his face turning a light shade of red.
[8:32 PM] Kwakado: "Royalty, uu? That's cute. How 'bout you take me to dinner, little guy, and we can forget this ever happened?"
[8:34 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "How's about no." He responded, his eyes narrowing as he rolled his baggage shoulder.
[8:37 PM] Kwakado: The Dwabi woman reached back into her pack, gripping some wood. "Well then how exactly are you plannin to make this up to me?"
[8:38 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Make up for what? There was no tripping, neither was there an attempt to make anyone trip."
[8:40 PM] Kwakado: "He jumped in front of me! Fell right over here." She sent a heel hammering down. " 'F ya ask me, I'd say he wanted to get walked on."
[8:44 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Well he didn't jump in front of you, nor did he want to be stepped on."
[8:45 PM] Kwakado: She squinted at the bodyguard, closing the distance even further. "You sayin' I got shit in my eyes?"
[8:46 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "I am not saying that."
[8:47 PM] Kwakado: "..Saying I'm lying?"
[8:48 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Were you?"
[8:51 PM] Kwakado: "Dwabi don't lie. Makes our tongues catch fire." Even closer - the woman's hand was still at her back as she looked down over Claire at 6'2".
[8:52 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Then maybe your eyes were obscured. Either way, the fact is he didn't try to trip you, and he didn't want to be stepped on, now may we be on our way?"
[8:53 PM] Kwakado: "The fact is, I'm waitin' for my apology. You gonna let him say it?"
[8:53 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "There's nothing to apologize for, as nothing happened, nor was there an attempt to make anything happen."
[8:54 PM] Kwakado: "Sounds like you're attemptin' to make something happen right now." Her raised arm flexed. "Think that armor can take a hit?"
[8:56 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "The only thing I'm trying to do is to get my employer home without getting harmed."
[8:58 PM] Kwakado: "Ohhhh... So he pays for ya." She smiled smugly. "Shoulda known. Ya looked a bit too pretty for him, hun-u."(edited)
[9:03 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "'Scuse me?!" He steamed, dropping the bag on the floor. "Whassat supposed to mean?"
[9:04 PM] Kwakado: "I'm sayin you've got good taste in yer whores, Runty." She licked her lips. "And a fat purse."
[9:04 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "That is not my occupation!"
[9:05 PM] Kwakado: The Dwabi grinned wolfishly. "...Prove it, sweetheart."
[9:08 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Well first of all, I never said that my job was to do, well, this and that, my job is to make sure he stays alive. Nothing more, nothing less. Secondly, I'm sorry if you didn't know, but this armour is for combat, not for...that"
[9:10 PM] Kwakado: "Really now..." She extended her other hand toward Claire, reaching for her pauldron. "It don't look it was built to stay on..."
[9:11 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Well it is." she put her hand where the woman was reaching for and gave it a firm shake. The armour stayed on despite the shake
[9:14 PM] Kwakado: The Dwabi put her hand over Claire's, holding it there for several seconds.
[9:15 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Excuse me, if you would kindly remove your hand..."
[9:16 PM] Kwakado: She waved her head over in the direction of her other shoulder. "You can step aside now."
[9:16 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Since when did we need your permission?"
[9:17 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Nah, I don't think she does" He butted in, hoisting the gold over his shoulder
[9:17 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "C'mon Claire, this one ain't worth our time."
[9:18 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Yes sir."
[9:19 PM] Kwakado: Her grip tightens over Claire's hand, as if to strangle a beast's neck.
[9:20 PM] [SPICY] bemun: She winces slightly. "Excuse me, we were on our way."
[9:21 PM] Kwakado: "I got a date with your boss." Her arm gives a small push, trying to nudge Claire aside. "You get paid to keep him alive, right?"
[9:22 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: Erick purses his lips at the sight.
Geez, this one's still gonna be a problem
[9:23 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire stands firm "Well, considering the fact that I should know of their schedule, I would know if you two have a date, and you don't. Now if you'll excuse us."
[9:25 PM] Kwakado: "You gotta keep him alive." Her voice raised in pitch a little bit. "Nothing more, nothing less." Her head came close enough to almost touch the Nohrian soldier's. "So it ain't your business, kid."
[9:26 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "I'd say that it is," Erick interjected once more "Now if you'd be so kind as to let go of my associate..."
[9:27 PM] Kwakado: "--Then buy me dinner! Her head's worth at least that much to ya, ain't it?"(edited)
[9:31 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: Erick pursed his lips into a tight frown.
"You wouldn't be threatening any of our lives, now would you?"
[9:32 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "If that's the case, then I'll have to ask my associate here to take action"
[9:32 PM] Kwakado: "I'm just making an offer." Her grip tightens. "It's up to you if you take it, Runty."
[9:35 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "This is not just an offer, this is a waste of time. Release my hand and let us be on our way."
[9:36 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: Erick nodded, an expression of annoyance crossing his slightly red face.
[9:36 PM] Kwakado: The woman tapped her foot. "...Don't feel like it."
[9:37 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Excuse me?"
[9:38 PM] Kwakado: "..I don't feel like it."
[9:39 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Now why would that be?"(edited)
[9:43 PM] Kwakado: The woman pulled out a large wooden club that looked haphazard and improvised, apart from the elaborate carvings all over it. "'Cuz I wanna dance." She sent it flying down toward Claire's head
[9:46 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire managed to dodge her head to the side, but still, her shoulder took the brunt of the impact
[9:46 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: Erick's eyes widened as the lumbering giant of a woman drew her weapon, at the top of his lungs he began to scream:
"GUARDS!"
[9:47 PM] Kwakado: "Tch. Looks like it ain't for show after all..!" At the sound of Erick's call, the woman broke off running.
[9:47 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire slumped onto the ground, holding her shoulder with her uncrushed hand
[9:50 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Claire!" He exclaimed, running over to the slumped girl.
"Oh Gods above, I never meant for this to happen..." he added, using both of his hands to grab his head before kneeling down beside the youngster.
[9:51 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "I'm fine, I couldn't do much about that club, it was this or my head."
[9:52 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire slowly stands up. "Lets get going, it's been quite busy eh, boss?"
[9:53 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: This is gonna cut into my earnings, fuckin' hell...
He let out a heavy sigh before responding, "Yes it has, yes, it, has."
[9:55 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: He hoisted the previously dropped bag back over his shoulder before taking the lead in walking back to the shop.
"It's alroight, you don't gotta worry for long, I know a guy who can getcha fixed up inta tip top shape in no time."(edited)
[9:56 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "No need, my armour is strong, it's probably only a bruise. Nothing to fuss over."
[9:57 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: Maybe it won't be that much of a cut...
He sighed once more, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but I guess that comes with the job"
[9:59 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "No worries, hits like those are nothing compared to training. But maybe I could have handled that differently..."
[10:02 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Eh... that's the deal with life, we all could've handled things better in some way or another." He spoke, rolling the shoulder that carried their day's earnings.
[10:05 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Well, is that it for the evening?"
[10:07 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Well, unless there's a mugger around this next corner, we should be fine." He answered, his face now fully unangered.
[10:08 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Well, it appears we are safe."
[10:11 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmph, well would you look at that..." He remarked, the Lods store in front of them. He pulled on the door handle and held it open for the girl,
"Ladies first."
[10:12 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Far too tired to refuse. "Thank you." as she entered. "We've returned!"
[10:13 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "What in the hell took you so long?" Questioned Derick, from behind the counter, "Gods above, we just finished pay-roll for the day..."
[10:15 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Well, we ran into a bit of a problem on our way back you see," Answered Erick, slinging the sack off of his shoulder and onto the countertop "But! We made quite the profit t'day"
[10:18 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire stood silently as the brothers discussed the money things
[10:18 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Good Gods!" Derick exclaimed, not at the sack of gold, but at Claire's discolored hand.
"Looks like you guys ran into more than just a little problem." He added, making his way towards the Nohrian
[10:19 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Hm? Oh this is nothing. Dont worry about it."
[10:25 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Nuh-uh-uh, this ain't lookin good in the slightest. Erick! Get me my staff!" Derick barked at his brother, genuine concern in his voice. Erick did just that, grabbing an above-average staff from behind the counter for his brother.(edited)
[10:30 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "C'mon Derick, she said she's fin-" Erick spoke, trying to reason as he approached staff first. Only to be interrupted by having the staff grabbed out of his hands.
"No she ain't, this is a family business, that means we outta treat our employees like family, should we not?"
[10:31 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "I appreciate the concern, but really, there is no need for you to go through all the trouble."
[10:40 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "No no no no no," Derick replied, shaking his head and tenderly grabbing the girls wrist with his free hand. "They always say it ain't a big deal, but then something goes wrong and it becomes a big deal. I'm fixing this theoretical crack before it becomes a hole."
[10:40 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "They? Who's they?"
[10:43 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "My customers, patients and the like. That and ye can't put a patch over internal bleedin'" he added, raising the staff over Claire's hand. With a sudden flash of blue-green light, the hand's normal color returned.
[10:47 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire stretches her hand a bit. "Thank you."
[10:49 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Like I said before, you work for us, we treat you like one of our own." Derick replied with a smile.
"Do you have any other wounds or bleedin'?"
[10:50 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Seeing as it would be better to be honest, Claire removes some of her armour, to reveal a nasty wound on her shoulder.
[10:54 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "I see..." Derick responded, slowly stroking his beard. He closed his eyes to let out another sigh before repeating the same process, aiming the bulb of the staff at the wound. In a matter of a minute, the discoloration was gone.
"Phew, alright, how's that?"
[10:56 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "Much better" Claire feels around where the wound was. "Healing magic never ceases to disapoint."
[11:01 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "I try not to," Derick smiled, making his way back around the counter. "Anyways, I got your pay, Leodin's already gone off for the night."
[11:02 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: He held out an open sack of gold, sprinkling in an additional handful before closing the small bag.
"For your troubles."
[11:04 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire accepts the gold. "Thank you sirs." she slid the coins into her coinpurse. "If that's all, good night, and thank you again for the healing."
[11:07 PM] [SPICY] ColdToiletSeat: "Not a problem, thank you and have a good night." He waved as she walked out.
[11:08 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire closes the door behind her and heads to the cafe where she and her friend usually meet after she finishes work
[11:13 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Claire arrives, at the same time as Alisa.
[11:13 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [A]"... How was work?"
[11:13 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [C] Lets out an exhausted sigh as they find a table and sit(edited)
[11:14 PM] [SPICY] bemun: "It was alright."
[11:14 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [A] "Being stopped by some ass doesn't seem alright to me."
[11:15 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [C] "you saw?"
[11:15 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [A] "Yup, don't worry about the jerk though, she bumped into a couple of friends of yours and started another fight. And got comepletely wrecked.
[11:16 PM] [SPICY] bemun: Alisa laughs
[11:16 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [C] Lets out a soft laugh.
[11:17 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [A] "tired?"
[C] "Yeah, long day, longer evening."
[11:18 PM] [SPICY] bemun: [A] Calls for the waiter and asks for the usuals
[11:19 PM] [SPICY] bemun: The two drink their tea and chat like normal people
[11:19 PM] [SPICY] bemun: And then they went back to the inn
[11:19 PM] [SPICY] bemun: ===rp end===
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