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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 12, 2008 10:09:52 GMT -5
((I do believe you're right, Flick. X3 It must be because he actually survived Vyncent's tantrum! He is officially initiated into their group now, as part of the 'I didn't kill you so you I guess that makes you a worthy (if not incredibly hardy) companion' club! =D Also... RUM! <3))
He smiled faintly as Evelyn nudged him, choosing to take that as a sort of 'I'm glad you're still alive', nodding to her softly in return and slowly managing to sit up and lean back on his hands. A few tendrils of hair slipped into his face but he decided to ignore them, sighing rather heavily as the shifter began to change, having witnessed this particular transformation before... in surprisingly similar circumstances. There had been no water involved the last time however, only a fairly long length of silver chain... and a crucifix. He suppressed a shudder; that memory was still too fresh in his mind to look back upon with ease, so he simply chose not to think about it. He tilted his head at the cat for a moment, watching it almost cautiously just in case Evelyn chose to lose consciousness and fell into the water, because even on a good day he'd not be able to go and get her.
Vyncent looked up as Will spoke, almost seeming surprised as though he'd momentarily forgotten that the boy was there, taking a second or two before the meaning of his words actually filtered through. In relation to his predicament of his drinking water, he merely preferred other things to it; wine and coffee, for instance. And rum, now that Will mentioned it. Ale he couldn't abide, but rum was good. Mmm... rum. With a deep breath and what looked like a surprising amount of effort, the demon managed to hoist himself to his feet. He staggered once and almost fell, seeming disoriented as the world swam before his eyes, backing up a few feet to lean back against the sturdy trunk of a large willow overhanging the river, blinking hard to clear his head.
"Yes. I think I need some rum." he replied after a while, glancing at the bottle in the boy's hand and rubbing his tired eyes, mentally applauding himself for having the strength (and let's just admit it, the sheer willpower) to stay on his feet; it would have been embarrassing to say the least if he'd fallen on his face, or passed out again. A light smirk flickered across his face as Evvie rose up from her clothes like a ghost, finally moving to push his hair out of his eyes and risk letting go of the tree; he could stand, so that meant he could move, right? Of course it did.
"No time for sleep yet, Evelyn." he told her with a slight shake of his head, stumbling a little for the first few steps but managing eventually to find his feet, brushing past Will as he headed for the road which ran along side the Great River, for those travellers who didn't have a boat. "We have to get to the next town at least. Then I can have time to think, and you can have time to sleep." he murmured, his right hand automatically moving to the hilt of the sword on his hip out of some unconscious habit... and to make sure she'd survived his expedition in the river.
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Post by FLICK on Nov 20, 2008 2:25:49 GMT -5
ooc;; I rebel with a short post. Take that, conformity!
Will yawned drowsily. There it was, the exhaustion. It was always delayed, hiding somewhere just behind him when he used his unnatural magic, but it never failed to catch up to him. It was useful, he guessed; being able to cast magic and not feel the effects until out of trouble... but every time it hit him it depressed him, like a recurring cancer (creepy and depressing metaphor?). He yawned again, nodding. "Sleep would be nice," he agreed, but didn't protest when Vyncent 'suggested' they move on to another town. "Where is the next town, anyway?" he asked, wringing out his loose shirt and shaking droplets of water from his hair like a dog.
He was impressed by Vyncent's powers of endurance - Evelyn and Will himself had both suggested rest, but it was Vyncent - Vyncent of the ship-destroying, all-consuming, black-fire death-fireball - that had decided that they should go on. He must, Will reasoned logically, be well and truly smashed... and he still dragged himself on. Yes, he thought. That was impressive. Demon moved up a notch on the career choices ladder.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 20, 2008 17:03:39 GMT -5
(Aww Flick, you suck at being a post monster. It's a COMPETITION silleh!!! xD)
Evelyn stared at Vyncent rather blankly as he told her that they had to get to the next town, seeming to be waiting for him to burst out laughing and tell her that he was pulling her leg, but as the seconds of silence drew out she realised that he must be being serious. She sighed heavily and narrowed her eyes at the demon ever so slightly, just to tell him how annoyed she was with him. He was making her walk...WALK...and after all that had happened as well. She was surprised that he still had enough energy left for walking because she certainly didn't. That was the last time she was shifting into a dragon to save him, it was just a huge waste of energy and afterwards he would just make her walk until her feet dropped off before letting her sleep. Oh, she would get him back for this.
"If the next town is miles away I swear that I will maul you horribly." She growled at him lowly, huffing as she moved to follow him, seeming to expect that Will would do the same. She leant down to pick a daisy as she walked, or rather yanked it from the ground moodily.
"If I was a cat would you carry me and my clothes? Or a mouse, I can be a mouse and sit in your pocket as long as you promise not to forget I'm there..." She suggested rather hopefully as she pulled the petals from the flower one by one, watching each petal twist and twirl toward the ground as she dropped it before plucking the next one away from the yellow center. "Then I can sleep and you can walk and think at the same time and everyone is happy...'cept Will...but he's too big to put in your pocket..." She nodded, turning to glance over her shoulder at the boy and poke her tongue out before turning her attention back toward the front.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 21, 2008 12:34:33 GMT -5
((Hey, maybe the new competition can be who can make the littlest post? XD Wait... that would make for kind of boring RP. Nevermind, ehehe...))
"Shouldn't be more than a mile away..." Vyncent reasoned as he thought about how far away the next town would be, frowning a little as he tried to judge the distance they'd travelled already while absently taking the bottle of rum from out of Will's hands as he passed. "If it's more than a mile, then we'll be sleeping out here." he murmured eventually, glancing at the bottle in his hand and picking his way up towards the road. He doubted he'd hold out much further than a mile or two anyway, before everything just gave out completely. But he'd deal with that if and when it happened. For now, they couldn't stay here. "Maul me horribly if you have to, we're still walking." he told Evelyn with a heavy shrug.
It wouldn't be long, he guessed, before someone noticed the smouldering wrecks of what were once two fine ships, and informed someone. And he didn't want to be around when they tried to track down the culprits, especially not when he was in this state, Vyncent tugging at the cork of the bottle until it popped out, quite glad he'd had strength enough to manage that. He lifted the bottle to his lips and let the fiery liquid flood warmth through his body before glancing over his shoulder at Evelyn.
"Do what you like if it will stop you complaining... or talking in general." he put in flatly; he couldn't both walk and talk at the same time at this level of exhaustion, only lifting his other hand from the hilt of his sword and unbuckling one of the pockets on his red coat for the shifter to climb into. That was the idea of getting to the town and then talking about it. It saved energy. "Don't blame me though, if someone stamps on you when they think there's a mouse in my pocket..." he muttered.
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Post by FLICK on Nov 24, 2008 3:45:44 GMT -5
Will's head bobbed cheerfully at Vyncent's estimate of a mile. Just a mile? Or, about one... That shouldn't be too bad. Miles were easy - it was the leagues one had to watch out for. Leagues were nasty, tricky creatures - Will always thought that he was coming to the end of one when he'd turn a corner and find out that there was still (what seemed like) miles to go. Leagues - blegh. Miles were okay though; miles he could handle. Miles were straightforward, thats-how-far-I-have to go measurements, without any of this tricky league business.
"Let's not," he suggested, in response to the possibility of camping out. Despite his affinity with nature, he was a human at heart - and that bit of him was desperately in need of a warm, soft bed. Or, not even warm and soft! He would even put up with lumpy and flea-ridden, if just to sleep on a mattress. Maybe if some of the fleas were big enough, they could serve as makeshift sprites until he could find some new ones... at the thought, he gave Vyncent a sideways look. Maybe Vyncent just didn't like insects. Would he just flame up new sprites as well?
"Do you know what the new town's called?" he asked, cocking his head inquisitively and shaking his carroty hair. He liked names; they were interesting, and they had lots of different meanings. Sometimes people even had lots of different names all to themself. He had just a few, but it was definitely a goal to amass more. "Are you going to burn it to pieces as well?" There were ups and downs to the scenario. On the one side, the chaos of destruction was fun and appealed to Bitter Will, who really hadn't been getting enough work lately, despite the violence of the boats. But the nicer side of him didn't like it, and none of him particularly liked being surrounded by fire.
But it wasn't his choice, and he knew it. Everything here, it seemed, was controlled by Vyncent - this was his little sphere, and Will was just a little, harmless creature who'd been allowed to tag along for a few miles.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 25, 2008 16:02:13 GMT -5
Her gaze flickered to his pocket as he opened it up for her, tilting her head at his mention of getting stomped on. "But...it's hard to stomp on me in your pocket...unless you put your coat on the floor." She pointed out to him. A thoughtful look had descended over her features, the shapeshifter running her fingers through her crimson hair. Oh, now this was a difficult decision. Walk and be tired (and probably get sore feet) or risk traveling in Vycent's pocket and getting squished up by a mean person; it was a dilema indeed, wasn't it? What did she want more, sleep or safety? Sleep or safety? She hadn't thought this hard about something for too long, her head was starting to hurt.
With a scowl she finally seemed to make a decision, swiftly shifting into a tiny red mouse to scurry toward Vyncent, expertly clambering up his trouser and nuzzling her way into his pocket. However, she had come up with a compromise for here, to try and make sure that she didn't get squished. She used the last of her energy to shift into a fluffy squirrel, poking her head out of his pocket to chitter at Will, as if to tell him to grab her clothes, before resting her head on the lip of his pocket, watching the world drift past with lazy eyes.
It took a while to get used to the motion of Vyncent's walking, the tip of her tail twitching with each step that he took. Ahhh, now that was better, now she could sleep and hope that he didn't leave his coat on the floor anywhere...or that he didn't get annoyed with her weight in his pocket and throw her out. She supposed that squirrels had to be light to climb trees like they did, so she couldn't be too heavy, not even for a tired Vyncent to carry along with him.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 25, 2008 16:37:43 GMT -5
Vyncent looked faintly amused as Evelyn poked her head out of his pocket as a squirrel to chitter noisily at Will, the ghost of a smirk flitting across his face for a moment. But he was the one who stopped and turned to retrieve the shape-shifter's clothes; he might have been a demon, but the boy wasn't their servant was he? "I'd prefer not as well." he commented in agreement with Will's disliking of staying outdoors that night, "But when my legs give out I'm just going to have to sleep where I fall, so let's hope I'm right and it's only a mile away from here." he murmured mostly to himself, Evelyn's clothes folded rather compulsively neatly over his arm by this point, the other hand holding the now empty bottle of rum, which he tossed into the waters of the river to float down with the debris, most likely to be recovered later by whatever authorities were sent to investigate.
"I think it's called Bellwater." he told the boy after a few seconds of thought before glancing to the side at him, bloody eyes glinting in the light. "Burn it to pieces?" he echoed, lifting his free hand up, long fingers flexing in the air. He almost looked as though he was going to move to strike Will when suddenly a tiny lick of black flame graced them with its presence, lacing through his fingers up to the air before abruptly disappearing, Vyncent pausing for a second as the world swam before his eyes. Alright, maybe that exertion of energy had been a little foolish, yes. "Not even if I wanted to." he replied to Will's question, letting his hand drop again to his side and falling silent, to concentrate on walking.
The sun had sunk low in the sky by the time any kind of town had loomed into view, Bellwater suddenly popping up out of nowhere as though it had been in front of them for the whole time. It was located a few hundred metres from the river-bank; far enough away not to be effected by any minor flooding and was large and bustling, quite similar to Valley Town in that respect. Vyncent had grown steadily less confident in his footing since they'd set off, looking as though sheer bloody will-power was holding him on his feet now as he looked up at the buildings of the town, seeming surprised that they'd actually gotten there. "Okay, anyone see an inn...?"
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Post by FLICK on Nov 27, 2008 3:56:24 GMT -5
Will prodded Evelyn's clothes - being extremely careful not to irritate Vyncent, whose arm they were neatly slung over - and wondered how she squeezed back into them so well. It would have taken lots of practice to perfect... why bother? But he supposed running around naked/nude/with no clothes on would be awkward for a grown woman. That sent his mind off on another train of thought entirely. He had seen naked people before - lots of the fey didn't much like clothes, and if they were small they were still naked - but they had never really affected him very much. He got an odd, dislocated feeling when he did: he felt that he should be feeling something, but he hadn't quite reached that age yet and never would. Besides - naked women were too... well, squidgy, in some places, to be pretty to look at.
Those thoughts occupied him for just long enough to reach Bellwater. It was a pretty village with a pretty name, and Will turned a pair of lopsided cartwheels as they approached. Sleep... sleep beckoned, and Will felt compelled to answer it. He shook his head - bed, then sleep. Where was the inn?
He wandered past a pair of old grannies, nattering in high-pitched voices, past a fruit-seller packing up his wares - then he saw the sign. It was like a godsend, creaking back and forward in the breeze. "This way," he said cheerfully, and followed the wooden arrow with a newfound spring in his already-pretty-springy step.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Nov 29, 2008 16:59:49 GMT -5
Shifting in and out of her clothes had taken a long while and of concentration to perfect, though it had been necessary. You just had to learn to control your transformation as fully as possible, growing arms into sleeves and such, it wasn't that difficult really, it had just taken a very long time to get a hang of. Then again, she couldn't have given up on it. It would have been both embarassing and akward if she had to shift back to a person and then get dressed. Will might not have found women's 'squidgy' parts plesant to look at, but even Evelyn knew that other men seemed to very much like it, hence the getting dressed as soon as possible part. Plus, clothes were good for hiding scars, as was fur, and as long as you couldn't see the scars then you could pretend that they were gone, right? Her eyes drifted closed, lulled by the steady motion of Vyncent's walking. She really was exhausted from her dragon shift, every limb feeling heavy and aching from exertion, not able to fully relax in this form but it was better than forcing herself to walk. She wasn't sure how far she would have walked anyway. Soon she would have started limping, and them hobbling, and soon enough every step would have become torture. Sitting in Vyncent's pocket was much easier, even in a slightly uncomfortable shift. It would have been nicer to be a mouse, but she supposed that she had to scarifice a little in order not to get squished, didn't she?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Nov 30, 2008 11:22:56 GMT -5
The demon winced at the piercing sound of the two old women gossiping away; under any other circumstance he'd have probably... well, done something awful as usual, but he was simply too tired to bother now. He stalked after Will as the boy sprung off in the direction of the inn, having to drag his feet to keep up. He gave a rather irritated glance down at Evelyn in his pocket then - he should have made her walk like the rest of them, torture or not. Perhaps he'd nudge her awake once they'd gotten a room in the inn... but then she'd start to talk again. And complain. And not let him sleep. Hm. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all. Vyncent casted a rather relieved look to the inn as it came into view, still trailing after Will and avoiding the wheels of the odd cart in the road and swerving around a person or two, before he fell to a halt in front of the door.
Had Vyncent been anything less than a hot-tempered demon (or even if he had a less mature sense of humour) he'd have probably hugged the building, but it didn't seem appropriate right now, so instead he just resorted to pushing open the door and stepping inside. The first thing he noticed was that it was warm; a plus in his books already. It was warm and well lit and not too crowded, but just crowded enough so that they didn't look conspicuous. Well, more conspicuous than they already did. He supposed that the trio of a tall, red-eyed noble, a carrot-haired youth and a crimson squirrel might draw a little attention, but they'd just have to put up with it.
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Post by FLICK on Dec 3, 2008 18:48:36 GMT -5
"Well," Will said matter of factly, "after you, Vyncent." He gestured at the oak door of the stumpy grey-brick building, already invitingly slightly ajar. "I'm twelve years old, there's no way that they're going to let me pay for rooms." A thought struck him. "Are we paying? Or will you just fry them if they don't let you in?" Fry wasn't a very nice word, he decided, but it served its purpose. He preferred bake, actually, when he got down to it. Maybe he should've used that instead? Or sizzle. That was good, too. He wondered what the difference between the three actually was, and decided that if anybody would know, it was Vyncent - but he'd ask later, when all three of them were less tired and he was less likely to get fried, baked or sizzled himself.
He followed Vyncent into the building, drinking in affectionately the warm golden glow of the greasy lamps and the murmur and bubble of the low conversation. For all their unsavoury patrons, places like inns and taverns were nice when you really got down to it - sort of what he imagined having a permanent home would be like.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 5, 2008 16:56:23 GMT -5
Even Evelyn was greatful as the warmth of the inn swept over them, chittering rather contently as she shifted so that she was more comfortable, chin flopping to rest on the lip of his pocket. She surveyed the inn through half open eyes, seeming to accept what she saw seeing as she finally gave up the fight and let her eyes drift closed. Even the chatter in the inn helped to lull her, not particularly listening to what was being said, just the sounds of the words. Sometimes it was better that way, sometimes it all sounded nicer when you didn't actually listen to the words. She could even pick out the sounds of Vyncent's and Will's voices, though she had no desire to know what they were actually planning; as long as Vyncent left her nice and warm and curled up in his pocket she didn't care what they were planning.
Her ear twiched as an exhausted sleep finally took it's hold, the shifter seeming comfortable enough in Vyncent's pocket. Who needed big, comfortable beds when you could just curl up in a demon's pocket?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 5, 2008 17:38:19 GMT -5
"No, tonight we'll be paying." Vyncent told him softly as they entered the inn, "I don't think I could fry anything right now, so I guess money will have to do." he shugged, approaching the worn and beaten looking counter, the bearded innkeeper that greeted him looking the same state as his worktop. Their exchange was brief and blunt, the demon passing over the coins from his pocket (luckily the one without Evelyn inside; he wouldn't be happy if she bit his hand) and following the innkeeper rather gratefully as he stepped from behind the counter with a large ring of keys of all shapes and sizes. He'd gotten them a room with only two beds; he knew from experience of Evelyn's disliking of a bed, and he didn't want to waste money for nothing.
The demon's footsteps were heavy as he wandered upstairs after the keeper, giving a brief nod to Will as if to tell him to follow and rubbing his eyes tiredly. He'd be surprised if he even made it to the bed before he fell asleep; ugh, he hated feeling like this. At least they'd gotten to Bellwater though, right? The innkeeper paused outside a door a little way down the corridor from the top of the stairs, Vyncent barely remembering that he should also stop walking, nearly stumbling into the man as he selected the right key for the room and unlocked it, wishing them a quiet goonight and departing as though sensing the demon's foul mood. Vyncent was happy with that - he liked it when people said little and got on with what they were meant to be doing.
He took no time in pushing open the door of the unlocked room and stepping inside, briefly noticing through the light of a rather dim oil lamp the two beds and the basic commodities that came with a room at an inn, but nothing more than that. He left the door open for Will and shuffled over to one of the beds, sweeping his hair out of his face with one hand.
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Post by FLICK on Dec 11, 2008 5:12:18 GMT -5
After casually watching a few of the older, less clean patrons as they passed the bar, Will decided he was up to the gargantuan challenge of ordering a drink. Of course, he didn't actually have any money... but that was a hurdle to be jumped when he reached it. As Vyncent moved off to the room with Evelyn in tow, Will sidled up to the bar. His chin barely reached the benchtop, so putting his elbow on the bench took a slightly gargantuan effort, but with a quick jump and the help of his other hand the carrot-headed boy eventually managed. He even offered her a quick wink before opening his mouth.
"A shot o' rum, if yer please," he slurred, "an' make it snappy." With a demented giggle he ducked away from the cuff around the ears that came swinging from the surprisingly strong arm of the chestily-endowed (gargantuan?) barmaid, following Vyncent's familiar red coat through the rabble that took up the space by the fire.
The room was small and smelled a little musty, but pleasantly warm. Will sprang over to the bed that Vyncent hadn't occupied - he assumed with childish self-importance that it would be Evelyn, rather than himself, who was sleeping on the floor - and bounced lazily on the lumpy mattress. The sheets were scratchy and probably unwashed, but Will really didn't mind. Despite his habitual exuberance, his level of tiredness could be aptly described as gargantuan, and sleep seemed more and more like the most attractive option. With a gargantuan yawn, the boy turned to Vyncent. It seemed best to defer to him in most circumstances.
"Do we sleep yet?" he asked.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 14, 2008 10:53:43 GMT -5
Vyncent sighed a little as Will came in, the door swinging shut behind him and the draught causing the flame in the oil lamps to flicker uncertainly for a second, but they held. He rubbed his eyes and shrugged out of his coat, careful not to disturb Evelyn as he hung it on one of the bed-posts before leaning down to unbuckle his boots. Why was he still awake? How hadn't he passed out yet? He had gradually stopped thinking about their surroundings as they'd gotten closer to Bellwater, concentrating only on getting to somewhere with a bed and a roof. By now he had even stopped focusing on his companions, which was why he seemed rather surprised when Will spoke, jerking his head up in a motion which clearly said he'd half-forgotten he was there.
"We can sleep now." he murmured flatly, giving a half nod and setting his boots down by the side of the bed before sinking onto the mattress, looking at the wall for a moment. It wasn't long before he flopped sideways onto the bed, not even bothering with the covers since he was asleep before his head even hit the pillow, looking faintly pleased with himself as he drifted off. Well, disregarding the water and the almost dying part, it had been a rather good day all in all.
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