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Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Mon Apr 09, 2018 7:47 pm
It was like Otter was haunted by fiends. First the elf in disguise, then the tiefling who washed up on shore, and now the erinye. She rubbed her head with the palm of her hand; the girl was visibly upset, it wasn't like her to conceal her emotions. She pouted, crossed her arms over her ample chest and walked around in search of someone to console her. She couldn't find Crow, he had probably vanished to do something she didn't care much for. After the siblings had reunited, Otter had began to realize how much of a mystery her brother really was. He didn't talk much either, though Otter was used to that considering he did the same thing when they were younger.

The next person she could think of to console her was Gregor, her sunite sibling. Although Gregor was a little bit older...and a bit more... unrelenting, Otter still loved the time they spent together. Being with someone from a different background also offered the same solice. The most she needed to do now was avoid the old tiefling man—who did impress her from that last battle. Perhaps give or take a few years, time will take its toll on him, and he'll just kick the bucket anyway.

Ah, but that was wishful thinking and required patience. Otter did not have patience.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Mon Apr 09, 2018 9:51 pm
Tired.


Beer.


Vitus.


The bay bristled with masts and was full of sails both white and multi-coloured. Ships stood at anchor by the headland and sheltered by the breakwater. The aftermath of the fight with an Erinye was obvious - casualties here and there. Everything stank and irked Samael. He was not sure what had happened, how and why the portal threw him here-- in Moonshae Isles. Of course he had visited many cities and islands in his life. Small, medium and large ones, throughout all corners of the world, close and quite distant regions more civilized, less or not at all. But he was supposed to go, somewhere, with the cleric by his side. But there was no Vitus and into a completely different place. Samael hated portals.


Used to hostility, he wasn't surprised to encounter aggression against his person. He was a Tiefling. The discrimination would always be there. But he was tired and hungry and such display was unnecessary seeing as he tried as much to avoid them completely. Samael was tolerant, but not too forgiving especially on a bad day.


And a bad evening too for Samael caught sight of the Aasamir from earlier. He could not help but feel maliciously. He felt a shiver, turning his foot and to her.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Mon Apr 09, 2018 10:52 pm


Gregor had not expected the sudden presence of that debauchery that disguised itself as an angel, but no matter it met the same fate of its allies. Dead. He had broken the ravaging Devil's neck at a last desperate attempt of keeping it away from his allies and he succeeded. It was tiring, the battle took a toll from him and all he wanted was quiet night. Unfortunately, with the presence of the Tiefling and Aasimar in the party, a complete vacation from conflict was the last thing the Paladin expected.

Should he be the peacekeeper in the party? To an extent, maybe, if required. It was normal in groups for people not like each other and it was fine as long as nothing interrupted their coherence as a group. Samael had proven his prowess in battle against the Erinyes and Otter was a long time sister with the Sunites both were valuable. He decided to at least lessen the tension by speaking up, "And you two?" He continued, "I hope you both are holding up well after that last battle."

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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Mon Apr 09, 2018 11:15 pm
"Y-yes!” Otter hesitantly replied, eyeing the tiefling who was now in her path. Sucking in her cheeks, the flustered redhead was annoyed with herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. Then again, she always did. Self-control was not a trait she mastered—in fact, it was possibly a trait she had never even learned.

She couldn’t help it. Literal joy flowed through her veins, and she instinctively drew her towards what made gave her the most pleasure. A natural born hedonist.

A hand on her hip, and her face tilted up to the towering tiefling, the aasimar was prompted to play nice at the very least. "You did…well.” She commented, quickly turning her attention back towards Gregor. Fainting in battle was embarrassing, especially by the claws of the fiend too!

"And—and where’ve you been, Gregor? I’ve been…searching for you!” For no more than a minute, but was Otter really counting?
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Tue Apr 10, 2018 12:14 am
Samael, who always believe that there were no ugly women, suddenly felt the need to revise this view. Aasimars were another story -- They stung all his senses. He did not hesitate to hide his irritation. Blame nature. Nonetheless, he moved aside to allow the two comrades space, and himself, distance. 




His attention now on the paladin, eyeing from heel to head and back. He never had the opportunity to take a good look on everyone. Erinyes and all. But like the present, Sune paladins were always covered. Not a hint of vests or whatsoever from the armor. Gregor, Samael noted, showed greatly of his conservativeness. "To the extremes," he murmured, recalling just how the paladin fought earlier. It was loud, forward and chaotic. How exactly was that conservative? 




"Just fine," answered Samael. That reminded him. Fuck it, he'll take it as a blessing that he wasn't scratched. Good. He wasn't having the time of his life after all.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Tue Apr 10, 2018 12:55 am


"I have been treating my wounds." Gregor replied, as he shifted his gauntlet a bit to make sure that he had secured it to the rest of his armor. He preferred to be left alone in private to tend to himself than to ask for assistance when it came to anything that involved him having to take off his armor. He was just uncomfortable with the idea. "Such is the way things are."

Gregor silently shifted his attention to the Tiefling, he noticed those eyes look at him and he was always sensitive with things like that. It just made him conscious. "Well." He cleared his throat, "That one's for certain. You barely got anything on you." Actually, Samael had survived the battle without anything happening to him. The complete opposite of what had happened to Otter who was pummeled and almost killed by the Erinyes. He played safe.

A smart move.

It wasn't Gregor's way of doing things, the paladin preferred the adrenaline of battle and the feel of weapons clashing. Samael preferred a more tactical approach.

"How about we go get a few drinks?" Gregor was grasping at straws here.

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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Tue Apr 10, 2018 1:17 am
Perhaps the aasimar would feel more confident with her sobriety had it just been her and Gregor. However, with the older tiefling male in the picture, she suddenly felt the need to accept the offer. Linking her arm around Gregor’s heavily covered one, Otter nodded a little too enthusiastically.

"Sure! Let’s go! I love drinking." The words tumbled out of her mouth excitedly. She flipped through her memories thinking about the last time she tasted alcohol. There was the wine at the temple which was deliciously sweet. She had a glass or two of those whenever there was a celebration. Drinking would be easy. A piece of cake.

Though if Samael wished to not tag along, Otter certainly wouldn’t mind either.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Tue Apr 10, 2018 2:24 pm
Samael looked down at himself. The man was right. All he did was just watch, exhausted himself and wasted three arrows. Erinyes was a bitch though. Followers of Loviatan, eradicators of Ilmaters, et cetera, et cetera. A cleric came to mind. Samael looked down before turning his attention back to Gregor. He put a humble look on his face and shrugged. 

Whatever Gregor was hiding underneath all that metal, it was the paladin's business, not his. Conservative. That or maybe he was just ugly. But Damn. He needed a drink - two and more. Without a word, he secured his scarf to his lower face and gave the two a sign to follow him. 

Samael led the path to the very edge of the marketplace where there stood a small bar made of raw boards, served by an old lady in a straw hat, round and florid, like a good fairy out of a fairy-tale. Over the door was a sign with an inscription on it: "Happiness and joy - only here. Cucumber gratis." 
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Tue Apr 10, 2018 3:18 pm


To be honest, Gregor had not expected a place to drink that was at par with what Sunites indulged in. It was a simple place only lit by windows and a few candles. Somehow he had missed home and its comforts. He was in no place to compare but he wondered if people felt the same way for these rustic aesthetics as he did for the splendor of the painted and marbled walls that decorated their barracks. Such was the feeling of being homesick. Wooden buildings become palaces in the eyes of good memories after all.

"Well." He scanned the area for what possible drinks they served. There was no menu or selection. It was all just verbal. Very-- Colloquial. "I guess I'll just have whatever that is suited to your tastes, Samael. One does get to know a man by the drinks they prefer on their lips."

"And you, Otter? Would you have something different?"
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Wed Apr 11, 2018 10:03 pm
Like a toddler in her grandmother’s shoes, Otter felt tiny. The tavern was quaint and dingy—and so were their patrons. And goddess, what was that smell? Oh dear, was that…ale?

"Um…I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She chirped, silently praying it wasn’t anything too strong or bitter.

More bitter and strong than the stench of alcohol were the sharp gazes coming from the other patrons. Their eyes squinted, eyebrows cocked, their faces slowly turning to their companion brewing presumptions of why the three were here together.

It did sound like the opening of a bad joke—a tiefling, a paladin, and an aasimar walk into a tavern.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sat Apr 14, 2018 1:09 pm
Samael quirked a brow at the two and sighed. He took some coppers out of his pocket. "Grandma, pour me a pint of happiness, " he demanded grimly, "and a quarter pint for these two." The Tiefling watched Otter and Gregor's expressions as their cups were being filled. He thinned his lips. By the looks of it, the two expected something else -- maybe more appropriate to their culture. Whatever it was, if they wished for something else, it shouldn't be his problem. 


His cup ready, Samael took up some air, drank up with a swing, and breathed out. He wiped the tears that were caused by the moonshine.

Son of a bitch there it is.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sat Apr 14, 2018 2:28 pm
Gregor had been out of the Temple long enough to know that not all drinks were fruit-laced cocktails or fine vintage Elven wine, such drinks he had grown accustomed to because of Sunite influence. They are bitter, strong and sometimes hard to take in. And, judging by the way Samael had reacted to his own drink, he would expect nothing less of a burning throat after this.

He proceeded to take off his horned helmet, only to reveal a plainer one underneath. The Paladin took out a metal straw and inhaled as if to brace for what is to come. With his free hand he then neared the drink to him to take a sip.

Chosen be damned. This was probably the embodiment of the nine hells in a cup.

Gregor felt himself tear up from the experience but his pride wouldn't allow his eyes to push through with it. No, this drink will not take him down. He will not lose to this devil's sweat in a damned cup. His throat burned and one had to wonder if downing that was the right decision to go through with. He placed the mug back on the table.

Not worth, though he had to wonder, what is it with drinks like these that make people keep on coming back? It was not the happiness he had expected at all. He coughed at the burning sensation that went down his throat.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sat Apr 14, 2018 2:47 pm
There was generally a sacred rule when it came to alcohol: the clearer the liquid, the worse the taste. As Otter stared into the pellucid liquor, she could not help but grimace. She took a whiff and wrinkled her nose.

Without turning her head, she eyed Gregor and the demon-spawn. Samael’s reaction made her stomach churn. Was it…was it really that vile? And well, Otter could barely tell what Gregor was thinking covered in all that armour.

She took a deep breath and dove her tongue into the ale. She coughed, spat out the tiny amount of liquid in her mouth and cried for water.

"Faboan!1" She hissed and poured the water into her mouth as soon as she received it. She allowed it to linger in her mouth, her cheeks puffed with the liquid. It was cool, refreshing, and although it didn’t drown out the taste of the moonshine, it diluted it enough for her to handle it.

Once she finished her rather ungraceful display, she bit her lip and shyly slid a silver piece to the barkeep. "C-can I have something sweeter please?"
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sun Apr 15, 2018 12:53 am
Samael rolled his eyes as he didn't hide his amusement. He couldn't tell which of the reactions was his favorite. Fuck Gregor's pride. It was a moonshine mix of mead -- there was no need to hold back the cough and tears. He didn't. It was really a bitch of a drink. Otter on the other hand, he felt his tail twitch. A tiefling's natural reaction. Regardless if being a small act of torment to an aasamir, it was still worth it.


Samael leaned back and counted the rest of his money. "Another quarter of pint of happiness, please." He smiled at the old lady, "And, I'll skip the cucumber."


The second cup was where the moonshine worked its magic. The world became remarkably more beautiful.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sun Apr 15, 2018 1:23 am
Gregor rubbed his throat as the old lady handed Otter her glass of cucumber juice. He tried his best to speak as clear as a could but that damn drink was really getting to him. "Grandma, I would like a glass of juice as well--"

Samael was amused, he can tell. Was the man challenging him? Probably not, but he did not want to look weak in front of the Tiefling. He took the first one fairly well, and he will take the other one just as well.

"--And, another." He slammed more copper pieces on the bar table and waited for the tankard that was so hastily prepared by the owner. It was obvious that she had been doing this for a long time, not even a little bit uncomfortable with the image of two demonic looking people and an aasimar sitting right in front of her. Then again, with a job like this, she must be used to this sort of thing.

Gregor moved his shoulders as if to try and prepare himself.

It's just a drink.

Famous last words.

A wise man would have stopped at that but Gregor was anything but that. Despite his fairly tall stature, his age was starting to show with how he handled himself, and his drink. He proceeded to down the moonshine just as he did with the other.

Bad move.

This time, he could not bring himself to stop the tears even when he tried to hold it back. He grabbed for the cucumber juice to relieve his burning throat, but right after finishing it, the sensation went back and he started coughing again.

"Juice, Grandma. Juice."
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sun Apr 15, 2018 1:45 am
With one man cryingtearing up, and the other coughing, she was certainly content with her juice despite the teasing she may have with it later on. What kind of life would you live to consciously suffer and be in any kind of pain? Then again, there was Crow.

Gregor on the otherhand was letting his pride get to him. Satan's elixir, as Otter decided to dub the drink, would probably make him suffer more than he already was now. Heaven forbid she'd have to clean up after him, should he start puking in every corner of his hot, sweaty armor. Otter shuddered at the thought. She could understand a good drink that would make you pay for it later, but this was not worth the fight.

Besides, the Tiefling was old. He probably just wanted to meet his maker sooner than later. Otter decided that should he end up dying by alcohol poisoning in this bar, she would first ransack his body before running off to tell the others.

She eyed Gregor who had just ordered his second glass of juice. She glanced at her friend before getting a rather... devilish thought. She slid her full shot of alcohol over and smiled.

"If you're really that thirsty, you could have mine."
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sun Apr 15, 2018 2:36 am
Samael shifted his attention to the other drinkers. He narrowed his eyes at the watchful gazes. They should keep themselves busy just as he was with his cup. "Should work on the second cup of happiness, but maybe you guys should have just picked only the cucumber."

Right. Despite the noise inside the bar, Samael found himself in deep thought. He couldn't help but go back and wonder why he was teleported to Moonshae. What about the others? Were they here too? He doubted Julio, the lying sorcerer, was anywhere near him. But what of innocent Aurie? The hooded lord of the insects--guy--which he never had the chance to figure out what he was in the first place. Vitus? He frowned, pushed his cup back to the barkeep and silently asked for his third. Didn't he saw a brothel nearby? That and a contract board. The cleric was too much in his thoughts since the portal.  He needed help clearing his mind. 
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sun Apr 15, 2018 1:08 pm
Blast that devil's drink. At least Otter had been kind enough to help alleviate Gregor's suffering by offering him her glass of Cucumber juice--

-- Except it wasn't.

It was the same tankard of happiness that Samael had been enjoying. Through haste and incoherence, the paladin had failed to check the beverage out of the trust he had for Otter. He had taken it in before feeling fire that flared down his neck.

Help.

He dropped the metal tankard on the wooden flooring as he stood up, almost falling over in the process. His hands wrapped around his own neck as he tried to cough out the heat in him. It was painful. He was not used to this. If his fellow Ruby Rose Knights were to see him right now, they would be ashamed of this lack of control and composure. But, Gregor was young, and  he had not expected this at all. Was this the world he needed to see before he could get fully inducted a world that was turning double in his eyes?

He gritted his teeth from the discomfort, blue eyes from underneath his helmet looked around only to see... Wait.

What happened to the patrons? All he could see were fiends.

Demons and Devils.

Sune, have they been set up!?

"So, this is why!"

"I see how it is... THE FIENDS HAVE SET US UP!" Gregor had hastily grabbed for the war hammer on his side and taken his shield. "Samael! Otter! Behind me! I will purge this place of all its evils!"
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Sun Apr 15, 2018 4:51 pm
She did not expect him to actually drink it. Why did he not just say nor or pass it on to Samael? Otter’s face paled as she tried to refrain Gregor from moving around too much. The girl was practically flailing.

As Gregor grabbed his war hammer and shield, the faces of the patrons had gone from curious to frantic. Her eyes darted from Samuel, then back to Gregor.

Quick! Think!

She reached out and touched Gregor, the spell working its magic as she muttered the words.

"Calm yourself, Gregor! You’re drunk!
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Mon Apr 16, 2018 1:16 am
Samael instinctively clasped on the warhammer and shield altogether. "Damn it, Paladin," hissed the tiefling as he forced the other to stand down. "Get a hold of yourself," he gnashed his teeth, putting more strength as he caught sight of Otter reaching out. "We're supposed to be taking a break." 

Fortunately, none of the patrons looked like potential trouble and no one showed interest for a bar fight. For now.


As the Aasimar began her enchantment, Samael pulled the equipments away from the paladin's grasp. "If he does that shit again, you two need to leave."
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Mon Apr 16, 2018 8:28 am
Gegor's grip on his sword and shield loosened after Otter casting a spell to calm him down. It was a rare moment he could not fight back against such a spell but in the future he will be grateful for this circumstance. After Samael had taken his hammer and shield, he felt his body starting to go weak once all the rage left him. He could no longer understand what his two comrades were saying, everything just sounded muffled and odd.

The next thing he knew, he was looking at the ceiling not even realizing that he collapsed.

"I..." He struggled to speak. "F-Forgive me."

After that he blacked out.

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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Tue Apr 17, 2018 8:41 pm
Otter had never seen Gregor intoxicated before. In fact, she had doubted either of them had actually reached this level. Though Otter never drank the moonshine, she still tasted it and concluded that it definitely was not worth the risk.

Otter leaned on the stool, still in shock from what Gregor was about to do. That wild display of testosterone had been too much for her and she only wished to have a shower now.

"D-do you think we should uh…go now?” Otter asked, gesturing to Gregor’s collapsed body.

There was no way she had the strength to carry her friend.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Wed Apr 18, 2018 12:11 pm
Samael frowned as he looked at the unconscious body. Instead of having a relaxing night, he’s dealing another problem. He sighed.

“Right. Pay the old lady and let’s go.”

Samael doubted the Aasimar would lift a finger for the warhammer and shield and so he gathered them on his person before turning his eyes to the Paladin. He didn’t like the idea of having to carry the man in such an armor.

With a grunt, he pulled Gregor up and settled him on his back. His throat rumbled in annoyance at the added weight. “Son of a bitch—“ Samael hissed. “You’re no goddamn feather, Paladin.”
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Wed Apr 18, 2018 7:53 pm
Gregor was spared from the embarrassment for now because had he been awake, he would not be able to stomach his sudden lack of control even if it was under the influence of a drink. His unconscious body laid like a rag doll on Samael's back, and his heavy armor did not help in making it easier for the Tiefling either.
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Re: Aftermath [Gregor, Otter, Samael]

on Wed Apr 18, 2018 7:55 pm
Otter apologetically gave the granny a gold coin for her troubles before trailing after the tiefling and the paladin. Samael had already collected Gregor’s things, which saved Otter the trouble of having to bring things around.

She’d have to tend to Gregor tonight, hoping he’d wake up without the pangs of a hangover.

As they walked out of the establishment, Otter could not help but think to herself: Just don’t try anything weird, Mister.

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