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07:44:42Sybilla·Covelin : HI Ethan
07:44:44Sybilla·Covelin : )
07:44:59_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Hey Sybilla, one sec.
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07:46:01Tory-Oakcroft : Much better XD.))
07:46:04Sybilla·Covelin : lol)
07:46:20Sybilla·Covelin : 'fraid I'm the only one awake at this hour)
07:46:35Tory-Oakcroft : -Peers in her cuppie- Seems that way.)
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07:48:09Tory-Oakcroft : -Chuckles- It is early even by british standards, I suppose. So it doesn't surprise me that everyone is sleeping.)
07:48:58Sybilla·Covelin : it's 3 am... here)
07:51:25Tory-Oakcroft : 8 am, and wow. You really are nocturnal my dear. If you are planning on heading bedward, I can stop chattering your ear off and let you.))
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07:53:19Sybilla·Covelin : -shrugs- )
07:53:26Sybilla·Covelin : my clock is all whacked)
07:54:18Tory-Oakcroft : Bless you. It is possibly one of the worst things, when you cannot sleep.))
07:54:22Tory-Oakcroft : ^.^)
07:54:22Sybilla·Covelin : I mean I should be sleeping.... but i might just stay up all day now...)
07:54:32Tory-Oakcroft : Lol.)
07:56:09Tory-Oakcroft : You will need a tonne of coffe in that case.)
07:56:30Tory-Oakcroft : Keep you bopping your way through the day.))
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07:57:04Sybilla·Covelin : No coffee)
07:58:13Tory-Oakcroft : Oh dear god girl!! No coffee!!!))
07:58:22Tory-Oakcroft : How are you surviving?)
07:58:36Tory-Oakcroft : You poor thing XD))
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08:00:12Tory-Oakcroft : It's usually the first thing in my hand when I get up...well Tea not coffee, but it is the same notion.)
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08:00:27Sybilla·Covelin : lol Soda... not coffee..)
08:00:33Sybilla·Covelin : I despise coffee)
08:00:43Tory-Oakcroft : Wha...O.O))
08:01:22Sybilla·Covelin : i know its like some rp'er sin or something)
08:01:32Tory-Oakcroft : -Noddles-)
08:02:05Tory-Oakcroft : Coffee is the golden liquid of the rpers arsenal...I just pass under the radar drinking tea =)))
08:02:25Tory-Oakcroft : I suppose a sugar hype, is similar enough to a caffeine high.)
08:02:41Sybilla·Covelin : >..> well... soda has caffeine...)
08:02:54Tory-Oakcroft : Really?))
08:03:14Tory-Oakcroft : I thought soda was just fizzy water?)
08:06:26Sybilla·Covelin : >.> you guys must call it something different)
08:07:06Sybilla·Covelin : I'm talking .... near constant feed of Dr. Pepper)
08:07:07Tory-Oakcroft : Mabye, I guess ^.^)
08:07:30Tory-Oakcroft : Ooooh! Pop, I am caught up now.))
08:08:02Tory-Oakcroft : I thought you ment soda water, I was wondering how that would possibly have caffeine in it.)
08:08:22Sybilla·Covelin : lolol)
08:10:24Tory-Oakcroft : XD))
08:13:25Tory-Oakcroft : Ugh, I need to start thinking about getting ready for work, and I really do not want to.)
08:15:47Sybilla·Covelin : wooorrkk)
08:17:17Tory-Oakcroft : Nuuuuu. Can I not just hide in here...?)
08:17:21Tory-Oakcroft is away.
08:17:39Sybilla·Covelin : lol you can hide in here and go to work)
08:17:57Tory-Oakcroft : -Peers from under the rim like a kids monster.- But that defeats the object.))
08:19:36Tory-Oakcroft : The whole point of the excercise is to hide so that I do not have to actually get up and go to work, going is just not an option -Stays hidden.-)
08:21:51Sybilla·Covelin : lolol so stay here)
08:23:09Tory-Oakcroft : I Plan to -Nods certainly- ((
08:24:19Tory-Oakcroft : Wow, my fingers are being mutinous again.))
08:25:31Sybilla·Covelin : lol)
08:26:46Tory-Oakcroft : So my dear sybilla, what are your plans for you nocturnal evening?)
08:27:43Sybilla·Covelin : -shrugs-)
08:28:06Sybilla·Covelin : I have to go refill my cup, lol)
08:28:58Tory-Oakcroft : Lol. Well i am going to go and make something to eat, and then if you fancy rping then i'll brb.))
08:29:35Sybilla·Covelin : Sounds like fun)
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08:37:35Tory-Oakcroft : Ugh, I really think that my hub is taunting me.)
08:39:33Sybilla·Covelin : lol)
08:42:58Tory-Oakcroft : Back, btw. Lol.)
08:45:57Sybilla·Covelin : me too)
08:46:39Tory-Oakcroft : ^.^ Would you like to post first?)
08:47:40Sybilla·Covelin : Sure thing lemme just fire up the media player)
08:49:01Tory-Oakcroft : -Chuckles- alreety.)
08:57:26Sybilla·Covelin : It was pre-dawn early. One of the best times of the day. The docks were busy with workers getting ready to sail off for the day. Sybilla was just leaning against the corner of a building near the alleyway beside the wench watching as the day started around her. In new clothes, with a bath, and after a very hearty meal the woman looked /c/
08:58:44Sybilla·Covelin : far healthier than she had only twelve hours earlier. Beyond that horizon somewhere... her parents were sailing and part of her wondered if at some moment they were going to appear and head back toward Hadara. Unlikely. Sybilla had been issued a punishment and if there was anything that she had learned over the last /c/
08:59:46Sybilla·Covelin : near two centuries it was that her parents never faltered on punishments. Grounded. Banished. Thrown out. Her! Bah. Why she was thinking about this after a month? It hadn't bothered her when they'd done it. No, it was bothering her now because of that pig stealing wolf that was roaming about. Sybilla shook the thoughts from her /c/
09:03:15Sybilla·Covelin : head and refocused on watching the people as they buzzed about around her. Watching how they acted and reacted to things. Ever studying how to be a better human. It should come naturally but Sybilla was not born in a city and sometimes, she forgot just how hard it was to behave like a civilized person. Too much of her mother's blood. /c/
09:04:44Sybilla·Covelin : At least, today she remembered to wear something on her feet. Granted they were boots she'd made herself but... they covered her feet. Silly notion, having to cover ones feet. Something Sybilla didn't understand and rather despised about living in a city. As the crowds thinned again, Sybilla grew bored of leaning there and she pushed off /c/
09:05:57Sybilla·Covelin : her little spot to shift her footing some. /d/
09:10:07Tory-Oakcroft : The night had been long, and loud. Patrons crawling through the doors of the ‘Drunken wench’ until the small hours of the morning, singing and chattering as though they didn’t know the time. It had gotten to the point that he decided it was rather a fruitless practice to now be lying there staring at a cracked and broken ceiling in an attempt of -c
09:13:58Tory-Oakcroft : sleep. Sitting up he shoved roughed hands b ack through his still damp hair, the sandy blonde crop having chance to now it was clean lay flat in it’s natural position, rather than matted in odd clumped directions. Creaking the bones in his neck to the left then the right he sighed a little. Grabbing his now clean shirt from the chair beside the -c-
09:14:19Tory-Oakcroft : bed, he headed off downstairs. The chattering had finally died down in the place, the early dawn chorus slowly beginning to build in the distance. It wasn’t quite full light, as he shoved outside before the tender could shout out his question of if he wanted the room saving. He just replied with a wave of his hand in an attempt to say yes. -c-
09:14:33Tory-Oakcroft : Surely he would assume that he did as his belongings still littered the room. Cold air bit his skin, his shirt hanging loose over his shoulders, the front unbuttoned as he almost looked a different man, than the sea weathered and beaten man from the night previously. His towering height, and broad shoulders made his gait wide and hulking as he -c-
09:14:52Tory-Oakcroft : paced over the stone walkways towards...well in truth he didn’t know, he didn’t actually know what direction lead to where. Realising this he stopped and shoved his hand back through his hair looking around the empty streets, a little ocean blue eyes shimmered in the solace of the early morning. This was more his setting, silence...just the -c-
09:15:09Tory-Oakcroft : just the sound of the morning rush of nature. He smirked, the offset smile giving what was otherwise a broad, and fairly classic ‘damsel saver, and dragon slayer’ appearance a sudden hilt of something not quite wholesome under the surface. His shirt still flicking open he sat on a small bench that littered near the square, leaning back he -c-
09:15:24Tory-Oakcroft : he stretched out his spine and enjoyed the breeze coursing over the town. His tan skin under the shirt was scarred, the odd knick and gouge mark littering his skin. He yawned, letting his head lull on the back of the chair a little as he tried to atleast rest.=
09:21:56Sybilla·Covelin : Watching, she smelled him before she saw him. It was the smell that she followed. Sybilla supposed in some way she was curious how much this human had put together with her foolish mistakes the day before. Washed and in clean clothes, the breeze catching untangled honey colored hair Sybilla looked far less wildling standing /c/
09:23:08Sybilla·Covelin : there just a couple feet from him. Far more... human. Like she had the day before the woman invited herself to his company. Sitting on the other half of the bench. Head tilting back much like his, Sybilla resigned to sit there and let herself just listen. Though what she could hear and what he could hear were two vastly different things. /c/
09:25:48Sybilla·Covelin : Like for instance, she could hear the pair of lovers in the alley across the road from them. Closer than that there was a business owner opening his store. She could hear the sound his heart beating. All these little things were amusement for Sybilla in one way or the other. Conversations people whispered to keep private were never /c/
09:28:01Sybilla·Covelin : really so around her. Oh, the things people tried to hide. That was what the female knight had been doing yesterday... prodding at whatever this man had been hiding. Frankly, as a person who lived in hiding, Sybilla... really didn't care. Everyone had secrets. Everyone. Even those people who swore to live their lives in complete /c/
09:28:57Sybilla·Covelin : honesty... had secrets. When Sybilla finally shifted her gaze in his direction it was with an amused smile. "Morning, Tory. Sleep well?" No, she imagined he didn't. What with all the racket of the wench. /d/
09:33:29Tory-Oakcroft : =He only noted that she had joined him once he felt the vibration through the wood of the bench that her sitting herself sent out. Lifting his head forward, his eyes flashed over her with a sudden hard glint to the ocean iris’s. He was tired, and a little off his beat which meant he had every knowledge that a large amount of chatter like the -c-
09:37:30Tory-Oakcroft : the night before would possibly send him off the deep end. God he hoped she wasn’t a morning person. The dawn chorus still spilled into the air an few a few moments she seemed to give him a grace period of silence, before she chirped in with a good morning. Roughs hands once more shoved through his hairline and he took in a short breathe, -c-
09:40:13Tory-Oakcroft : almost seeming to keep his manner calm as he nodded a greeting in return. No words seemed to come easily from him, they just lingered under the surface hidden behind the cold stern expression that lingered his features for most of his interactions with people. He was under animated, and a little calculated. Oh she had made mistakes, no person of -c
09:40:30Tory-Oakcroft : natural inclination would sneer there nose at food, when they were so lean. Answers came where none had been asked, and her manner and quick exit’s had him second guessing himself. He had a few notions, but in truth he had little concern what she hid either. He seemed to finally realise she was present fully pulling the buttons on his shirt -c-
09:40:51Tory-Oakcroft : fastened as he sighed. “Sleep well? I think I would have slept better on hot coals.” The look he gave said he was not impressed, the slight clench of his jaw a sign that his temper was frayed. He let his glance trace over her once more, as he contemplated with a clearer head for a minute, watching as though he was on guard. He had pieced -c-
09:41:51Tory-Oakcroft : something together, but getting information out of him even just about the weather was a hard tasked, as Giada had found while trying to pry, double guess and general out his soul.He jerked his chin downwardss to her feet, and then resumed his rather lazy positioning draped over the bench in the beginning sunlight. "I thought shoes were -c-
09:42:11Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a work of the demons of boredom Milady. The way you avoided them last night." =
09:48:40Sybilla·Covelin : Sybilla was no chatter box. Men didn't pay her to talk. At least, that was a rare occasion. A hand came to give a pat to his thigh before she moved her hand away and went back to listening to the world around them. The comment of shoes brought Sybilla eyes down toward the handmade foot coverings. Moccasins of sorts. Made /c/
09:48:58Sybilla·Covelin : of deer skin which she had hunted. "Ah, yes, well... I wasn't myself yesterday. Didn't feel very well. Apologies for all that." Eyes glanced to the fact he'd buttons his buttons and she quietly laughed. A man being modest in front of a whore. How... amusing. Sybilla was not here to garner information. Whatever he knew... he knew. It /c/
09:53:15Sybilla·Covelin : was not like Sybilla had the ability to somehow make him forget. Nor did she think him to be stupid. So, she would deal with it as it came. Like she dealt with everything else. Sybilla sat for awhile longer, letting the silence fall again. She liked it, the quiet interludes between conversations. Mainly because she got to listen to what was /c/
09:56:14Sybilla·Covelin : going on around them. "I do hate things on my feet however, society demands..." and so she conforms. Like cattle being led to slaughter./d/
10:01:24Tory-Oakcroft : =Again the same odd smirk rolled his face, and he just let a nod out at her answer. The market around them was starting to gather speed, people beginning to buzz and chase across the cobbles busying about their early morning tasks. The fresh smell of bread thickened the air, catching his attention for a minute as the nausea sense in his stomach -c-
10:01:38Tory-Oakcroft : rolled again after yesterday. The hunger bit at him but he just swallowed it back a little, he had little intention of weaving his way through the busying crowd for a simple loaf of bread. Running his hands down the front of his shirt to smooth out the buttons, he watched the market. The profession she held had little importance to him, -c-
10:01:59Tory-Oakcroft : considering that each person would do what they willed for money. It probably paid the bills quite nicely he assumed. But that was a different side not all together. His hand shoved back through his hair, as the silence slowly began to be demolished. People chatting and spilling into the streets he raised a brow at the sudden influx of activity.-c-
10:02:12Tory-Oakcroft : A gaggle of women chattered beside the bench, cackling between themselves as their children ran and yelled around the square. A final cackle had his nerve set truly on edge and he pushed forward, his hands shoving him upward as he nodded a little. “Indeed it does dictate I suppose. However, that does not mean a person has to follow such -c-
10:02:23Tory-Oakcroft : A gaggle of women chattered beside the bench, cackling between themselves as their children ran and yelled around the square. A final cackle had his nerve set truly on edge and he pushed forward, his hands shoving him upward as he nodded a little. “Indeed it does dictate I suppose. However, that does not mean a person has to follow such commands.”
10:02:30Tory-Oakcroft : Ugh.)
10:02:48Tory-Oakcroft : He let his head cock at an odd angle before he shrugged a little. “I do believe I owe you a food source.” He had quelled his own need for a hunt, in a brawl in the bar early in the evening after most had gone to bed. Early morning was the best time for a good riot in a pub. But food was something he still needed. Heading towards the smell of -c-
10:03:00Tory-Oakcroft : of bread he had finally conceded he had to eat despite the crowds, he just walked off. Assuming if she wanted to follow she would, if not...not his issue.=
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10:08:54GameBreaker101-CtD- : hi
10:09:10Tory-Oakcroft : Hello.)
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10:14:38Sybilla·Covelin : Sometimes, in order to hide in plain sight following commands was the best way to do it. When he suddenly was up out of his seat and moving, Sybilla lingered to watch him move through the crowd. Some distance was between them before she followed. Slipping between people with ease before she'd come up from behind /c/
10:14:47Sybilla·Covelin : him to try and slide a hand onto his upper arm. To give a light tug with a smile. "I know a quiet place." This wasn't seduction. This wasn't Sybilla trying to gain a client. She wasn't trying to get information. She just knew what it was like to want some peace and quiet. If he started walking in the direction she wanted to go she'd /c/
10:18:10Sybilla·Covelin : immediately let go of him and return that comfort of personal space. "You don't -owe- me anything." So, when he went to pay for the bread Sybilla put her hand out to stop him. It was a strange thing to be so odd about letting people pay for things but she was so used to being able to provide for herself. She was more than capable of /c/
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10:20:02Sybilla·Covelin : Welcome x 3)
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10:20:40Sybilla·Covelin : This is an rp room. )
10:20:51Sybilla·Covelin : providing for herself that she didn't -need- to work. Frugality was a good thing in creatures that lived long lives. "Cheese and some meat too." Because bread wasn't enough for a man of his well, build and her hand wasn't about to move until the other one had dug out the coin needed to pay for everything and she was sure that /c/
10:21:02Sybilla·Covelin : Tory was not going to argue with her. /d/
10:21:03GameBreaker101-CtD- : what
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10:21:37GameBreaker101-CtD- : i got no bitches to fuck here
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10:22:03Tory-Oakcroft : Punt number 1.)
10:22:04ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : wow...))
10:22:09Tory-Oakcroft : Punt number 2.)
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10:22:19ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : i just love watching these gous go poof))
10:22:27Tory-Oakcroft : And there goes number three. Nice form Sybilla.)
10:22:28ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : and to fill the marker their IPs))
10:22:40Tory-Oakcroft : Excellent back swing there.)
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10:23:41Sybilla·Covelin : Thanks.. lol)
10:23:47Sybilla·Covelin : Got the third?)
10:23:54Tory-Oakcroft : -He wasn't so easy through the crowd, his large size meaning it took him longer to shift his way through the crowds of people, weaving uneasily through them before he was tugged a little aside. His eyes fell downward onto the girl and he raised a brow, again no words just a nod in response as he headed towards the quieter area. Following the -c-
10:23:56ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : yes i got a couple more too))
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10:25:42Sybilla·Covelin : K... ty! )
10:25:56Sybilla·Covelin : Think we'll get back to rp now.)
10:26:08ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : np
10:26:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- line of her conversation as she dug within her stores to find payment. He just watched. No argument came, he had little complaint if she felt the need to supply them, with food. Argument would involve more than a few syllables worth of speech. Pushing his hand back through his hair again he just crossed his arms over his chest, the broad -c-
10:28:09Tory-Oakcroft : -c- space of it meaning he looked a little like a rottweiler on guard, his posture stern and hard faced. She was an oddity, which he just couldn't weigh up....but for the moment she was civil, and had made no attempt to either rob, or remove body parts from him so he was happy to leave questions unasked. The heavy boots on his feet scraped a -c-
10:29:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a little at the ground as finally he spoke. He had always been so used to most having to ask him to repeat his conversation, or just vaguely nodding at his quiet tone that they hadn't heard that the fact she seemed to hear him asthough he shouted made things a little easier for him. "I have no complaint of free provisions milady. -c-
10:29:46ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : anyways, if you guys need help I shall be in Borgia esylium, and the eternal keep whisper caryan or saint angura, theres no sounds ot this bot))
10:29:58Sybilla·Covelin : alrighty!)
10:30:06Sybilla·Covelin : ty again!)
10:30:20ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : *tips hat and does his job ot destroy the troller wanabes*))
10:30:23ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : np))
10:30:41ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : i know what its liek to have a room go from 15+ to 2 cause them))
10:31:02ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : saddly i can make a room go from 30+ to 1 with a simple action if need be))
10:32:08Tory-Oakcroft : -c- and mayhap owe was the incorrect wording." Keeping his eye on the few patrons in the shop. Just enjoying being clean and well fed for the moment was good enough for him, no longer covered in dirt he felt a little more at ease but still he was studious. Careful in every action as not to draw attention to himself, even seeming to go as far as -c-
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10:33:20Tory-Oakcroft : -c- to over exaggerate his size when needed to give an air of stand offish danger in order to keep him isolated, but he spoke with such eloquance. His accent a smooth charm of well rounded syllables and careful melody that juxtaposed his size.=
10:35:06Sybilla·Covelin : Oh, if he milady'd her one more time. Sybilla took in a deep breath. Used the bread to lightly tap him in the arm. "Enough with the milady's. If you don't want those knights to know who you are you best change your wording." A playfulness was given in her tone, one that suggested that she too had figured some things out throughout /c/
10:40:17Sybilla·Covelin : their encounter last night. With the goods purchased and gathered in her arm, Sybilla eyed him some. "You look a bit like a dog ready to bite." Which amused her to no end. "Come, at the end of this street there is a large tree. No ever goes over there. It's quiet." When they got there, Sybilla held no qualms parking herself on the /c/
10:42:49Sybilla·Covelin : ground in the dirt to lean against the large tree's trunk. A hunk of bread was broken off and handed in his direction. When he went to take it she snagged it away from him with a playful smile. To her everything could be a game because she was still very, very young. Still a pup. Still, she'd hold it out for him and leave her hand /c/
10:43:47Sybilla·Covelin : there until he took it. "whatever you think you know... you're probably wrong." It was said even as she broke off a piece of bread for herself with a very wolfish smirk on her face. /d/
10:47:52Tory-Oakcroft : -The air thickened a little at the threat, as the only response he gave was a tick in his jaw of the muscles tightening, and his eyes hardening a little. He had little intention of dignifying her with a response, as that would be a key to letting her know that he had something to hide. Silence he had found was usually the best policy. Strong -c-
10:49:34Tory-Oakcroft : -c- forearms still shackled across his chest. He was like a golem. Hulking heavy steps, a refusal to speak and a stern facial attitude that set most on edge. His own cheshire smile met hers as he slumped in the dry dirt at the base of the tree. The bread snatched from under him, he just chuckled a little. "I very much doubt what ever I think -c-
10:51:00Tory-Oakcroft : -c- truly matters to you that much either way, Mi..." He paused in his words and just smirked a little. "Pest. Better?" He took the bread and wolfed it down as though he hadn't eaten for a week. The large portion just enough to ease his sickenss, caused by malnourishment. Letting his back rest against the tre trunk, it scuffed on his shirt -c-
10:52:25Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the rough bark leaving a large dusty brown mark dwn the back of the white cotton. He crossed his legs lotus style before him, the rough edge in his eyes subsiding now he was away from the chaos of town. He raised a brow finally....human curiosity was a killer. It ment he was stupid enough to stumble into an almost open admission of guilt. -c-
10:55:06Tory-Oakcroft : -c- "You do realise, that another knight is no threat." Another...it was an idiotic mistake and he knew it. He almost outwardly cringed once he said it but just pushed a large chunk of cheese into his mouth to try and shut himself up. Silence....that would work.=
11:05:54Tory-Oakcroft : O.o.)
11:06:02Sybilla·Covelin : what?)
11:06:24Sybilla·Covelin : "I've been called worse things..." seeing the way he ate the piece of bread she held the rest out to him and shrugged. Not really her cup of tea. Great filler but she burned through it too quickly for it to hold off hunger for very longer. The words he spoke caused an almost painful pound of her heart against her ribs. The swallow was audible. /c/
11:06:59Tory-Oakcroft : My computer keeps freezing. So that I can't get to any screens...random.)
11:07:11Sybilla·Covelin : odd)
11:09:54Sybilla·Covelin : Even the sound of her breath as it left her nostrils was audible. She was huffing. Jaw muscles were working. Blue eyes were staring at Tory, watching him chew his food as if it would give her some answer to this irrational fear of hers. It was fear that spread across her face. Too late now to shove it away and act as if she hadn't reacted /c/
11:13:55Sybilla·Covelin : at all. "Depends on who you are and what the knight's represent...." The words came as Sybilla looked away from him to stare upwards toward the sky. "People don't understand..." certainly she could be talking about being a whore and if that's the direction he took the conversation then Sybilla would run with it. "...they judge without ever /c/
11:15:14Sybilla·Covelin : trying to understand. It's ignorance... unfortunately, it seems to run rampant among those who carry sharp pointy metal sticks." Without a thought her hand dropped to rub at her hip when she spoke. /d/
11:17:24Tory-Oakcroft : =Ocean eyes cauight her mistake, oh his was fairly stupid but she was almost choking down her food the minute she realised that he had any association to a knighthood. The snuff out of her nose made him raise his brow his head leaning to one side while he watched her reaction still pushing oversized bites of food into his mouth. He just waited. -c-
11:18:32Tory-Oakcroft : AGH!)
11:18:36Tory-Oakcroft : I am gonna be late!!!!))
11:18:47Tory-Oakcroft : I will brb I am gonna run to work, I'll be back in bout an hour.))
11:19:12Sybilla·Covelin : kk)
11:19:12Tory-Oakcroft : xxxx)
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12:04:16Sybilla·Covelin : welcome back)
12:04:22Tory-Oakcroft : Thankyou thankyou.)
12:04:39Tory-Oakcroft : If you could repost me my first para. I will continue ^.^)
12:05:29Sybilla·Covelin : =Ocean eyes cauight her mistake, oh his was fairly stupid but she was almost choking down her food the minute she realised that he had any association to a knighthood. The snuff out of her nose made him raise his brow his head leaning to one side while he watched her reaction still pushing oversized bites of food into his mouth. He just waited. -c-
12:07:29Tory-Oakcroft : -c- letting her finish the little speech. Knights had little issue with her profession, in his time infact he had probably known a fair few that under the radar had used the services of such. Which lead him to lean towards this conclusion not being right. He just mused onb the subject, decided in truth it was possibly better to keep -c-
12:09:11Tory-Oakcroft : -c- his opinion to himself considering that he was no martyr to preach on the matter of false idetities. Stretching his back out he just dropped a large chunk of meat in her lap, motioning his hand towards it. "Eat." To most who didn't pay atention he almost seemed a simpleton. His words for the most part simple and few between, with a broad -c-
12:10:51Tory-Oakcroft : -c- and hard jawline, most assumed he was just an eejit with a heavy weapon. The sandyt hair in his eyes was really starting to test his patience, flitting into his sightline. Pushing it back roughly once more he just smiled, the calm movement of his expression easing with a careful amount of control toward her. "Understanding is underrated, -c-
12:12:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- pest. Believe me on that." She was easier to talk to than most, willing to bear the silences and even contribute her own, which loosened his tonguer a litle toward her. Tory was a hard man to converse with, but patience was a virtue as it was said. His voice finally after some minutes silence came out a little louder than it had -c-
12:13:43Tory-Oakcroft : -c- been previously. The bass tone undercurrenting under the now louder soft treble of his vocals. Watching her as he spoke, he raised a brow as though he thought about his words even as he spoke them. " There are a large number of people who will cull all that they fear, and all that threatens their peaceful ignorance for the sake of -c-
12:15:55Tory-Oakcroft : -c- keeping that existance long lived, and fruitful. To fear those that you cannot control, is not a trait I personally endear in the general public, if something wishes not to conform to your society, then your society should accomodate not force it's hand." He turned his eyes off her the minute he had finished his speech, and just shrugged as -c-
12:16:23Tory-Oakcroft : -c- though the sentence actually was pointless. Tearing another large chunk of bread from the loaf in his hand he chewed it back.=
12:19:27Tory-Oakcroft : Wow my fingers betrayed me on that one....the typos are atrocious.)
12:27:02Sybilla·Covelin : Eat. Tossing her meat like she was a... okay, well, despite the fact that she was some kind of animal. Sybilla stared at the given piece of meat. Despite the two deer she'd hunted last night there was an underlying hunger. A bite was taken off the piece and she listened to him speak, maybe this one she didn't have to worry /c/
12:27:12Sybilla·Covelin : about either. Oh, she'd trusted humans before and it'd gotten messy. No. Just. No. Sybilla sat in the silence after he was finished just eating and picking at the bit of meat. When she was done she wiped her hands on her skirt before digging in her pocket to retrieve a small thin strip of leather. Without a word Sybilla got up and /c/
12:27:24Sybilla·Covelin : maneuvered until she sat directly in front of him. Eying him trying to discern whether he was just toying with her by saying all the right things so he could get her to tell him what she was or whether he was telling the truth. Watching him struggle with his hair, Sybilla let out a long breath of air and untied the strip of leather holding /c/
12:30:56Sybilla·Covelin : bother him. "Sometimes, society has a right to fear things they don't understand but that doesn't mean the things they fear want to be the cause that fear." Did it make sense? Probably not. Sybilla wasn't even sure if she was trying to tell him or trying to see if he already knew. Though, she had a good feeling this round and round /c/
12:32:01Sybilla·Covelin : conversation was eventually not going to be so beat around a bush. /d/
12:36:22Tory-Oakcroft : one sec.))
12:36:58Sybilla·Covelin : k)
12:41:48Tory-Oakcroft : -Every movement she made that came within what would pass as his personal space, which in hind sight was a little larger than most people was carefully judged and watched. The constant flickering eye movements keeping every angel under surveillance as she reached to tame back his fringe. The look he gave was a little disconcerted, he was -c-
12:43:08Tory-Oakcroft : -c- almost going cross eyed to try and see the results of the binding around his hair. After a few minutes of gurned expressions, and the beginnings of a tension headache behind his eyes from straining the he resolved that actually it was impossible to see the top of his own head, and wondered why he was trying. He squared his shoulders -c-
12:44:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a little. The movement finally getting rid of the rather unconfident stoop he held and setting his posture correctly to his size. His head held up a little, his fringe back he was a little uneased that he had nowhere to retreat to. Words were not toys, theye were there for a reason, and he had few to say for the most part. But the ones he -c-
12:46:00Tory-Oakcroft : -c- did were carefully mused over. Conversation was pointless unless you had something to say. His lips twithed at the corners as he shook his head. "Little pest. If something does not mean to cause fear, then that would surelt mean that the object in question has an empathy enough towards it's fear subject, that it is not infact to be feared. -c-
12:47:54Tory-Oakcroft : -c- For something that does not want, or aimed to be feared. Is not dangerous out of purpose....but out of survival." Closed pages and careful wording ment as ever. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, and chewed back the final piece of his loaf. "You my girl, seem to have a very jaded perspective of the world. Considering you spent your -c-
12:49:11Tory-Oakcroft : -c- hard earned wages on a wandering stray....I don't think it is a natural mindset for you but an inherent one." He just cocked his head and chuckled.=
13:02:28Sybilla·Covelin : People took Sybilla's constant brushing touches for other motives when in reality it was the wolf-nature that needed touch to communicate. Only humans didn't communicate through touch. They... were very bad at saying what they really wanted to say. Hard earned wages. Right. Sybilla shifted to put some distance between them /c/
13:02:38Sybilla·Covelin : again and some silence while she contemplated his words. Maybe her view of the world was a little off. Jaded as he said. After awhile Sybilla tilted her head off to the side, "what exactly to don't you think is a natural mindset for me?" He did know. He knew and he thought she was supposed to be some... monster or something. /c/
13:03:35Sybilla·Covelin : Easy, Sybilla, maybe this had nothing to do with it at all and everything to do with a whore who robbed him once. Just, deep breaths. This was exactly why no sane werewolf went four days without eating because then it caused screw ups like she made yesterday and it made men like Tory curious. Oh, now she made her bed... /c/
13:03:53Sybilla·Covelin : and excuse the pun... she'd have to lie in it. /d/
13:06:17Tory-Oakcroft : -He stood slowly, finally deciding that he had been sat for a little to long, and that his legs were beginning to cramp, her movement giving him space to do so. The dust laced the back of his pants and he brushed it down letting plumes of dust settle on the floor around him. There was alot of thinks about most people that they hid behind, an -c-
13:08:06Tory-Oakcroft : -c- arrogant persona, a sword or an instrument mabye. Every single one was nothing more than a tool of the fact that each an every one had insecurities, and past dealings that they wished to stay just that. He had his own. A knight with no purpose, was like a bicycle without wheels, it just didn't go. Squaring his shoulders once more he stretched -
13:09:28Tory-Oakcroft : -c- out to full height, the bones of his vertebrate clicking along the lenght of his spine and he grumbled out a complaint under his breathe at the pain that shuddered through his joints. It was like he was persecuting her. Letting his silence drag out as long as possible, his eyes finally resting on her as he lent his back against the tree -c-
13:10:56Tory-Oakcroft : -c- trunk. Curiosity, had supassed itself within him at this point and even meandered past suspicion to a whole new place of actual interest. Information was something he craved, and giving him sparkling enticements that it lingered under the surface almost made his skin bubble. Cocking his head to one side he finally gave he a once over, -c-
13:14:14Tory-Oakcroft : -c- contemplating his answer to the question. "Well now little pest. It seems someone is nervous....to answer what I expect you to be would be to tell you what I think you classify as. You really thought that one would work?" He just chuckled and shook his head. " Your perspective is jaded, because you put everyone in a box and act towards them -c-
13:16:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- as such." He finally pushed off the tree bark, and aimed to head off back towards the market. He needed to find work, or a wage atleast somehow, and he had a feeling that she would not be particularly keen to follow him considering that she almost choked when she had figured out about his "shining armor" underbelly. "Tell me though.-c-
13:18:26Tory-Oakcroft : -c- "So ask yourself your own question, of me. What exactly are you antiscipating my mindset be?" His stride long, he pushed across the street aiming towards the cobblers of the night earlier.=
13:30:54Sybilla·Covelin : The silence, despite the fact that with his heart beating in her ears was anything but, was deafening. Answer already. Say something. Then he did speak. It caused a furrowing of her brows so deep that she almost looked angry. "I do not put everyone in boxes..." Just knights and people with swords get put in boxes. She didn't say it /c/
13:31:06Sybilla·Covelin : but it was implied in her tone. His mindset? She anticipated his mindset to be the same as every other sword carrying, armor wearing... person. That she be strung up and skinned. Murdered for something she had no control over. Never mind the fact that she'd condemned herself to spend three nights a month chained and /c/
13:31:19Sybilla·Covelin : locked away inside a cage. Or that she had no desire to do any humans harm... ever and that's why she'd spent four days starving. No one would care. They would only see the monster. Not the person. That was what she anticipated everyone's mindset to be... by the time she had wrestled with her own thoughts and looked up /c/
13:31:33Sybilla·Covelin : he was gone. Sybilla was stuck following scents which took longer when she hit a group of a people but she saw him across the street and slipped through to jog the rest of the way only to put her hand on the door to prevent him from opening it. "You're right, my perspective of people who belong to Orders and take oaths is a little /c/
13:38:40Sybilla·Covelin : jaded. Men like that killed my mate." She had never been able to use the word husband. It seemed like such a strange word to her. "So, yes, I put them in neat little boxes because they scare me. You scare me because you remind me of what they were like. Arrogant, half-cocked smiles, thinking you were going to slay some monster in the dark...." /d/
13:47:45Tory-Oakcroft : -The door in front of him suddenly halted in it’s swing and slammed shut again, her hand present in the centre, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned on his axis to face her. Impressive. She definitely was persistent. The stern glare of his eyes furrowed over her, as her words spilled out without prior though, his teeth gritted in his jaw -c-
13:48:08Tory-Oakcroft : as he let her finish her words. Calmly, Tory. His face stayed stern for the minute, the pressure in the muscle locking his grimaced teeth in a clench almost unnatural. She thought she knew him, just like everyone else always did. Who was he to change her opinion, he didn’t particularly care either way whether she though he was actually a woman -c-
13:48:30Tory-Oakcroft : on the weekends, or well anything actually. She could assume what she liked, so why did he feel the need to correct her. Taking in a slow breathe he just furrowed his brow, the slightly irritated expression glaring at her as he watched her little outburst. “Are you quite finished?” The word ‘mate’ finally put the last piece of the jigsaw spot -c-
13:48:53Tory-Oakcroft : into place. Raw meat, a familiar passion in her eyes at the thought of chase,...all the pieces that had once been jumbled finally settled in a Sybilla shaped pattern and the light bulb in his head lit. His smirk deepened. His chest squared and he took a step forward, in an aim to force her steps backwards. “ May I interrupt your hate party for -c-
13:49:15Tory-Oakcroft : just a second? But how exactly does that make you any different from them...?” All she was doing was assuming, without proof that he was going to slice her into ribbons without provocation. “You have just classified someone in a box...which I may like to point out, you have no definitive facts to...and are distinctly wrong. And assumed that -c-
13:49:28Tory-Oakcroft : because of you paper thin information that he will act in the way that you expect him to act based on others you have encountered.” He forced another step forward if he could. “You girl, have no high ground.” He had not once lied to her, and he had not once made any reaction towards her odd behaviour but one sentence had caused her to see him as -c
13:49:43Tory-Oakcroft : the next tyrannical demon here to take over the world. A little self satisfied he stared down at her, the final nail in the coffin actually tasted quite sweet at this point after her little speech. “You certainly are not one to throw stones, Wolfie.” Knights were not stupid, nor were they as ignorant as the masses. The existence of fantasy -c-
13:49:55Tory-Oakcroft : fairytale beasts and goblins were all too real to them, and he had experienced a few in his time. He snorted out a little hopefully his forward steps having removed her grip from the door, and hoping that his correction of the fact that she was the one who was pidgeon holing him...might hit home.=
13:53:36Yazid Zubair has joined the conversation.
13:54:45Sybilla·Covelin : Welcome to IK)
13:55:22Yazid Zubair : Thank you. ]
14:00:21Tory-Oakcroft : Hello.))
14:05:28Sybilla·Covelin : How does it... eyes of blue flicked between him and the ground. Sybilla's color slowly drained and she stepped away from him, from the door, brows furrowing not in anger but in apparent pain. Daniel's death had done more damage than she thought. A decade of gnashing her teeth in anger at a few had turned her bitter to /c/
14:09:50Sybilla·Covelin : a whole group and in turn somehow she'd become them. Eyes welled and Sybilla peered at the crowd moving behind them now that the morning was fully upon them. Those people? If they knew the truth would cast stones. Would have her skin. Obviously, it was time for her to go find something else to do instead of standing /c/
14:15:26Sybilla·Covelin : there shedding tears like some twenty-something year old little girl. Thumbs were used to wipe away the tears and while she knew she should apologize for her assumptions, she wasn't sure -how- to apologize for such a thing. Maybe she should even be trying to rebut that she wasn't what he thought she was but at the /c/
14:17:17Sybilla·Covelin : moment she was stuck. Stuck on the fact that she'd been letting those men torture her for an entire decade. Maybe her silence would just be enough? It would have to be. The silence and the awful look on her face that came with self realization. /d/
14:19:29Tory-Oakcroft : -First the colour drain, then the tears...oh lord here we go. He watched the woman before him seem to go from nought to 60 on the female emotion scale in a matter of seconds. His hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, as he eased the tension there a moment. Great, guilt. Something that he had never truly been able to kick out -c-
14:23:05Tory-Oakcroft : -c- of himself was his resounding empathy for guilt. The trail of her face, came as a slight shock. He did think she would be a little thicker skinned than she had. This is why Tory stayed silent, it was easier. Rubbing at the back of his neck he decided that yet again his shoes would have to wait. People were beginning to notice the pair stood -c-
14:24:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- outside the cobblers, and a large man stood before a crying woman didn't paint the nicest picture to most. Excellent, just the ticket. A slow release of air came now, sighing from him as he went to tug her chin upwards a little with his forefinger so he was speaking to her face not the top of her head. "Everyone has their cross to carry -c-
14:25:45Tory-Oakcroft : -c- pest." His voice had gone quiet again, the progress she had made at getting conversation out of him having retracted back to almost where they started. "Just do not let that cross over bear you, or you may find that you have forgotten who you are supposed to be." He nodded curtly letting her face drop final if she wanted and leant -c-
14:26:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- back against the doorway in thought, waiting for her to calm herself down. It seemed he still had a little galantry left in him afterall. Just a sdmall amount. A half smile came to his face at this thought.=
14:27:45Yazid Zubair has left the conversation.
14:29:05Tory-Oakcroft : Did I scare him off?)
14:29:16Sybilla·Covelin : nah)
14:31:27Tory-Oakcroft : Good.....^.^)
14:36:04Sybilla·Covelin : Words her father would have used. Which brought a slight roll of the eyes at the thought. It seemed she could not escape her parents. No matter where she was or where they were. Funny how that happened. She was calm. Never had she uttered a single sob. Still she took in a deep breath and settled the emotions back where /c/
14:38:48Sybilla·Covelin : they were supposed to be. "I'm sorry I assumed you would think the worst but please, don't tell anyone." And yes, she realized how ridiculous it was to be asking him a favor after she just treated him the way she did but the less people that knew... well, Sybilla didn't want to have to lay in her cage and wonder that was all. /c/
14:40:23Sybilla·Covelin : Who she was supposed to be those words rattled around in her head and she peered toward the building that she'd put in the request to purchase. Still no word. No word from the crown. No word from the Merchant's guild. Maybe, it was just her. Sybilla peered in Tory's direction... "I am what I am. Every month, I'm reminded of /c/
14:43:09Sybilla·Covelin : it for three days. It's not something I get to forget." Whore. Baker. It didn't matter what her human skin did to keep busy as long she did one thing correctly for three days out of a month. Sybilla would consider herself a successful werewolf. "I will never...ever...be responsible for the death of another person. Not me, not...any of me."/d/
14:51:40Tory-Oakcroft : -The door behind him suddenly opened, leaving him a little off balance as his right foot slid backwards into the doorway to cmpensate his weight. A disgruntled cobbler bore the brunt of his weight as his back hit into him. The weight of him was enough to push most back a step. He grumbled and gathered his footing moving aside from the doorway, -c-
14:54:02Tory-Oakcroft : -c- in a barage of scolding from the shop owner. Rubbing the back of his neck, the hair their lifted slightly and he just gave her another well controlled half smile. Her business was none of his. Not particularly being in the witchhunting game. Shrugging his shoulders he just gave her another curt nod. Taking her upper arm, he lead her a -c-
14:57:48Tory-Oakcroft : -c- little way from the doorway, before leaning on the corner of the store to take up another lazy position. "Why focus on the minority?" 3 days out of 30 was a small portion afterall. Watching her still carefully he just chuckled. " We all have our demons." It was a simple sentene, but it was spoken with a half reference. The whole conversation -c
14:59:14Tory-Oakcroft : -c- had suddenly taken a rather darkened turn, and he knew full well that his own self righteous intelligence had caused it....but that was a bridge crossed he thought. Rubbing the back of his neck again he turned his eyes over the crowd, watching the buzz as the people went about each task with such monotony. He hated it. The boring trail -c-
15:00:22Tory-Oakcroft : -c- of people wasting their breathe trying to conform to a set economy. But each to their own. Musing a moment he finally let out a very quiet retort, "For the record, I am no knight....not anymore."=
15:02:20Tory-Oakcroft : I should be banned from rping, when I have my "long lectures" hat on.))
15:02:36Sybilla·Covelin : lol why?)
15:03:09Tory-Oakcroft : I always end up making women cryO.O)
15:03:32Sybilla·Covelin : oh, Syb's just recovering from her four days of not eating... lol)
15:04:02Tory-Oakcroft : Lol.)
15:04:22Tory-Oakcroft : I think this is possibly the most Tory has spoken since he came.)
15:04:41Tory-Oakcroft : Silence is a good defense for keeping yourself out of things.)
15:06:35Sybilla·Covelin : Which is why Syb likes quiet)
15:08:06Tory-Oakcroft : Yup, got to agree with her on that front.)
15:14:12Sybilla·Covelin : "I don't focus on those three days if I did I would still be an ocean away, living with a tribe of people vastly different from this place." Instead, she disobeyed everything 'natural' to her, kept leaving the pack behind to go do what she wanted to do. To go to the places she felt like going. She took the risk of being a lone wolf and defying /c/
15:14:22Sybilla·Covelin : the elders of both pack and tribe. Not something he would understand or maybe he would seeing as he wasn't a knight anymore. She wanted to ask why not but instead a nod of the head came. "I wasn't always a whore. In fact, I came here with full intentions to buy that building right there and open my fourth bakery." Lips /c/
15:19:14Sybilla·Covelin : pursed and she shrugged, "the powers that be must not want it. So I do what I enjoy so that I don't become one of them..." she motioned to drone of buzzing little humans that seemed so miserable doing the same thing day in and day out. Silence settled and Sybilla settled against the building beside Tory with a yawn. "Oh, excuse me, /c/
15:19:29Sybilla·Covelin : I think I might be in need of a midday nap." Like all good dogs should take./d/
15:19:42Sybilla·Covelin : I iz about dead lol)
15:20:47«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : -pokes Syb with a stick-))
15:21:03Sybilla·Covelin : >.>))
15:21:13Tory-Oakcroft : I'm sorry Syb, I have kept you up all night...))
15:21:36Sybilla·Covelin : lawl... I stayed up all night on my own)
15:21:54Tory-Oakcroft : I think it was the soda.)
15:22:03Sybilla·Covelin : only had one glass..)
15:22:06Tory-Oakcroft : -Turning his attention to the building she motinoed to he watched it and nodded some, his stern expression had returned. The marble coating of, well for the most part indifference back on his features as he listened to her words. His hands stuffed into his pockets, slouching inside them as he stayed leant against the buildings side -c-
15:24:19Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the brick work dug into his shoulder blades and he merely nodded again to her musings on why she ahd not acquired the building. A nap? Midday...well that was a new one on him. Broad shoulders shrugged a little indifferently to her comment. He had no need to answer the stream of conversation really, she was self answering for the most part. -c-
15:25:44Tory-Oakcroft : -c- Ocean eyes flared with the daylight, as the shining colour watched the skyline, the clouds above rushing quickly overhead with the heavy sea winds. The winds kept the air fresh, but the familiar smell of salted air was starting to re kindle his queasiness. It would be a while until he could, haunt a beach again. His hand unfastened the -c-
15:28:12Tory-Oakcroft : -c- leather strip holding his fringe from his eyes, and it flicked back down against his skin. He held it out for her. "Yours, I believe." finally a smile came. The turn of it actually giving his face a slight lighted lift from it's usual stony resolve. "I don't think it suits, somehow." In truth it made him feel a little more feminine than -c-
15:28:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- necessary.=
15:28:42Tory-Oakcroft : Hi Kai btw.)
15:33:23«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : hi hi))
15:33:32Tory-Oakcroft : -Salutes-)
15:34:32Sybilla·Covelin : The strange part? Through this entire thing, the supposed whore had not once tried to garner his business. It even struck her as odd. The leather strip was taken from his possession and curled around fingers with a smile. "Did the trick though..." Her hand came to lightly touch his arm. Just the pads of her fingers against his /c/
15:34:46Sybilla·Covelin : forearm and so light a touch it could be missed. "You have a good day, Tory." Sybilla turned on the balls of her feet to start toward the forge. She stopped though to watch for a few moments before shaking her head at him and continuing on. It had been one odd morning for the wolf woman. She was going to go curl up and snug a /c/
15:35:06Sybilla·Covelin : pillow for a few hours. Dream of chasing rabbits and deer.... /d/
15:35:12Sybilla·Covelin : K.. i need a nap... bbs)
15:35:19Tory-Oakcroft : Night x)
15:35:25Sybilla·Covelin is away.
15:35:28«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : -salutes back- Night Syb))
15:35:44Sybilla·Covelin : not night! Nap! few hours at the most, lol)
15:35:50Tory-Oakcroft : Lol!)
15:36:13Tory-Oakcroft : Why do I have a feeling I am going to be awake til 4 am.)
15:36:23Sybilla·Covelin : Nah I can't be here tonight)
15:36:38Tory-Oakcroft : Either way, I promise gia I would try and bob in later.)
15:36:55Sybilla·Covelin : -nods- okay okay.... -ish gone-
15:36:56Sybilla·Covelin : _
15:36:57Sybilla·Covelin : )
15:37:05«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : I'd offer to play now Tory but I need to finish a few work things first))
15:37:11Tory-Oakcroft : Night (nap) again.)
15:37:21«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : o.o -gives Syb some brackets-))
15:37:39Tory-Oakcroft : I am at work atm too mate, and I gotta leave in about 20 mins. Though the offer is appreciated.)
15:38:17Tory-Oakcroft : Although I am wondering if their is an Anti Daray spray?)
15:38:45Tory-Oakcroft : I don't think my neck can take another smooshing.)
15:38:45«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : well boo XP and yeh...its called being a woman )
15:39:16«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : although...that doesn't really work either...he still chases women who play men o.O))
15:39:46Tory-Oakcroft : -Chuckles-)
15:39:51«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Ok I shall bbs...but you won't be here...so nevermind!))
15:40:06Tory-Oakcroft : I may pop in again later on this evening.))
15:40:28Tory-Oakcroft : You guys have me hooked already lol. See yah mat. -salutes and bobs out-)
15:40:34Tory-Oakcroft : *Mate.)
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07:44:42Sybilla·Covelin : HI Ethan
07:44:44Sybilla·Covelin : )
07:44:59_x-Ethan-Brendon-x_ : Hey Sybilla, one sec.
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07:46:01Tory-Oakcroft : Much better XD.))
07:46:04Sybilla·Covelin : lol)
07:46:20Sybilla·Covelin : 'fraid I'm the only one awake at this hour)
07:46:35Tory-Oakcroft : -Peers in her cuppie- Seems that way.)
07:47:18Sybilla·Covelin has returned.
07:48:09Tory-Oakcroft : -Chuckles- It is early even by british standards, I suppose. So it doesn't surprise me that everyone is sleeping.)
07:48:58Sybilla·Covelin : it's 3 am... here)
07:51:25Tory-Oakcroft : 8 am, and wow. You really are nocturnal my dear. If you are planning on heading bedward, I can stop chattering your ear off and let you.))
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07:53:19Sybilla·Covelin : -shrugs- )
07:53:26Sybilla·Covelin : my clock is all whacked)
07:54:18Tory-Oakcroft : Bless you. It is possibly one of the worst things, when you cannot sleep.))
07:54:22Tory-Oakcroft : ^.^)
07:54:22Sybilla·Covelin : I mean I should be sleeping.... but i might just stay up all day now...)
07:54:32Tory-Oakcroft : Lol.)
07:56:09Tory-Oakcroft : You will need a tonne of coffe in that case.)
07:56:30Tory-Oakcroft : Keep you bopping your way through the day.))
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07:57:04Sybilla·Covelin : No coffee)
07:58:13Tory-Oakcroft : Oh dear god girl!! No coffee!!!))
07:58:22Tory-Oakcroft : How are you surviving?)
07:58:36Tory-Oakcroft : You poor thing XD))
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08:00:12Tory-Oakcroft : It's usually the first thing in my hand when I get up...well Tea not coffee, but it is the same notion.)
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08:00:27Sybilla·Covelin : lol Soda... not coffee..)
08:00:33Sybilla·Covelin : I despise coffee)
08:00:43Tory-Oakcroft : Wha...O.O))
08:01:22Sybilla·Covelin : i know its like some rp'er sin or something)
08:01:32Tory-Oakcroft : -Noddles-)
08:02:05Tory-Oakcroft : Coffee is the golden liquid of the rpers arsenal...I just pass under the radar drinking tea =)))
08:02:25Tory-Oakcroft : I suppose a sugar hype, is similar enough to a caffeine high.)
08:02:41Sybilla·Covelin : >..> well... soda has caffeine...)
08:02:54Tory-Oakcroft : Really?))
08:03:14Tory-Oakcroft : I thought soda was just fizzy water?)
08:06:26Sybilla·Covelin : >.> you guys must call it something different)
08:07:06Sybilla·Covelin : I'm talking .... near constant feed of Dr. Pepper)
08:07:07Tory-Oakcroft : Mabye, I guess ^.^)
08:07:30Tory-Oakcroft : Ooooh! Pop, I am caught up now.))
08:08:02Tory-Oakcroft : I thought you ment soda water, I was wondering how that would possibly have caffeine in it.)
08:08:22Sybilla·Covelin : lolol)
08:10:24Tory-Oakcroft : XD))
08:13:25Tory-Oakcroft : Ugh, I need to start thinking about getting ready for work, and I really do not want to.)
08:15:47Sybilla·Covelin : wooorrkk)
08:17:17Tory-Oakcroft : Nuuuuu. Can I not just hide in here...?)
08:17:21Tory-Oakcroft is away.
08:17:39Sybilla·Covelin : lol you can hide in here and go to work)
08:17:57Tory-Oakcroft : -Peers from under the rim like a kids monster.- But that defeats the object.))
08:19:36Tory-Oakcroft : The whole point of the excercise is to hide so that I do not have to actually get up and go to work, going is just not an option -Stays hidden.-)
08:21:51Sybilla·Covelin : lolol so stay here)
08:23:09Tory-Oakcroft : I Plan to -Nods certainly- ((
08:24:19Tory-Oakcroft : Wow, my fingers are being mutinous again.))
08:25:31Sybilla·Covelin : lol)
08:26:46Tory-Oakcroft : So my dear sybilla, what are your plans for you nocturnal evening?)
08:27:43Sybilla·Covelin : -shrugs-)
08:28:06Sybilla·Covelin : I have to go refill my cup, lol)
08:28:58Tory-Oakcroft : Lol. Well i am going to go and make something to eat, and then if you fancy rping then i'll brb.))
08:29:35Sybilla·Covelin : Sounds like fun)
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08:37:35Tory-Oakcroft : Ugh, I really think that my hub is taunting me.)
08:39:33Sybilla·Covelin : lol)
08:42:58Tory-Oakcroft : Back, btw. Lol.)
08:45:57Sybilla·Covelin : me too)
08:46:39Tory-Oakcroft : ^.^ Would you like to post first?)
08:47:40Sybilla·Covelin : Sure thing lemme just fire up the media player)
08:49:01Tory-Oakcroft : -Chuckles- alreety.)
08:57:26Sybilla·Covelin : It was pre-dawn early. One of the best times of the day. The docks were busy with workers getting ready to sail off for the day. Sybilla was just leaning against the corner of a building near the alleyway beside the wench watching as the day started around her. In new clothes, with a bath, and after a very hearty meal the woman looked /c/
08:58:44Sybilla·Covelin : far healthier than she had only twelve hours earlier. Beyond that horizon somewhere... her parents were sailing and part of her wondered if at some moment they were going to appear and head back toward Hadara. Unlikely. Sybilla had been issued a punishment and if there was anything that she had learned over the last /c/
08:59:46Sybilla·Covelin : near two centuries it was that her parents never faltered on punishments. Grounded. Banished. Thrown out. Her! Bah. Why she was thinking about this after a month? It hadn't bothered her when they'd done it. No, it was bothering her now because of that pig stealing wolf that was roaming about. Sybilla shook the thoughts from her /c/
09:03:15Sybilla·Covelin : head and refocused on watching the people as they buzzed about around her. Watching how they acted and reacted to things. Ever studying how to be a better human. It should come naturally but Sybilla was not born in a city and sometimes, she forgot just how hard it was to behave like a civilized person. Too much of her mother's blood. /c/
09:04:44Sybilla·Covelin : At least, today she remembered to wear something on her feet. Granted they were boots she'd made herself but... they covered her feet. Silly notion, having to cover ones feet. Something Sybilla didn't understand and rather despised about living in a city. As the crowds thinned again, Sybilla grew bored of leaning there and she pushed off /c/
09:05:57Sybilla·Covelin : her little spot to shift her footing some. /d/
09:10:07Tory-Oakcroft : The night had been long, and loud. Patrons crawling through the doors of the ‘Drunken wench’ until the small hours of the morning, singing and chattering as though they didn’t know the time. It had gotten to the point that he decided it was rather a fruitless practice to now be lying there staring at a cracked and broken ceiling in an attempt of -c
09:13:58Tory-Oakcroft : sleep. Sitting up he shoved roughed hands b ack through his still damp hair, the sandy blonde crop having chance to now it was clean lay flat in it’s natural position, rather than matted in odd clumped directions. Creaking the bones in his neck to the left then the right he sighed a little. Grabbing his now clean shirt from the chair beside the -c-
09:14:19Tory-Oakcroft : bed, he headed off downstairs. The chattering had finally died down in the place, the early dawn chorus slowly beginning to build in the distance. It wasn’t quite full light, as he shoved outside before the tender could shout out his question of if he wanted the room saving. He just replied with a wave of his hand in an attempt to say yes. -c-
09:14:33Tory-Oakcroft : Surely he would assume that he did as his belongings still littered the room. Cold air bit his skin, his shirt hanging loose over his shoulders, the front unbuttoned as he almost looked a different man, than the sea weathered and beaten man from the night previously. His towering height, and broad shoulders made his gait wide and hulking as he -c-
09:14:52Tory-Oakcroft : paced over the stone walkways towards...well in truth he didn’t know, he didn’t actually know what direction lead to where. Realising this he stopped and shoved his hand back through his hair looking around the empty streets, a little ocean blue eyes shimmered in the solace of the early morning. This was more his setting, silence...just the -c-
09:15:09Tory-Oakcroft : just the sound of the morning rush of nature. He smirked, the offset smile giving what was otherwise a broad, and fairly classic ‘damsel saver, and dragon slayer’ appearance a sudden hilt of something not quite wholesome under the surface. His shirt still flicking open he sat on a small bench that littered near the square, leaning back he -c-
09:15:24Tory-Oakcroft : he stretched out his spine and enjoyed the breeze coursing over the town. His tan skin under the shirt was scarred, the odd knick and gouge mark littering his skin. He yawned, letting his head lull on the back of the chair a little as he tried to atleast rest.=
09:21:56Sybilla·Covelin : Watching, she smelled him before she saw him. It was the smell that she followed. Sybilla supposed in some way she was curious how much this human had put together with her foolish mistakes the day before. Washed and in clean clothes, the breeze catching untangled honey colored hair Sybilla looked far less wildling standing /c/
09:23:08Sybilla·Covelin : there just a couple feet from him. Far more... human. Like she had the day before the woman invited herself to his company. Sitting on the other half of the bench. Head tilting back much like his, Sybilla resigned to sit there and let herself just listen. Though what she could hear and what he could hear were two vastly different things. /c/
09:25:48Sybilla·Covelin : Like for instance, she could hear the pair of lovers in the alley across the road from them. Closer than that there was a business owner opening his store. She could hear the sound his heart beating. All these little things were amusement for Sybilla in one way or the other. Conversations people whispered to keep private were never /c/
09:28:01Sybilla·Covelin : really so around her. Oh, the things people tried to hide. That was what the female knight had been doing yesterday... prodding at whatever this man had been hiding. Frankly, as a person who lived in hiding, Sybilla... really didn't care. Everyone had secrets. Everyone. Even those people who swore to live their lives in complete /c/
09:28:57Sybilla·Covelin : honesty... had secrets. When Sybilla finally shifted her gaze in his direction it was with an amused smile. "Morning, Tory. Sleep well?" No, she imagined he didn't. What with all the racket of the wench. /d/
09:33:29Tory-Oakcroft : =He only noted that she had joined him once he felt the vibration through the wood of the bench that her sitting herself sent out. Lifting his head forward, his eyes flashed over her with a sudden hard glint to the ocean iris’s. He was tired, and a little off his beat which meant he had every knowledge that a large amount of chatter like the -c-
09:37:30Tory-Oakcroft : the night before would possibly send him off the deep end. God he hoped she wasn’t a morning person. The dawn chorus still spilled into the air an few a few moments she seemed to give him a grace period of silence, before she chirped in with a good morning. Roughs hands once more shoved through his hairline and he took in a short breathe, -c-
09:40:13Tory-Oakcroft : almost seeming to keep his manner calm as he nodded a greeting in return. No words seemed to come easily from him, they just lingered under the surface hidden behind the cold stern expression that lingered his features for most of his interactions with people. He was under animated, and a little calculated. Oh she had made mistakes, no person of -c
09:40:30Tory-Oakcroft : natural inclination would sneer there nose at food, when they were so lean. Answers came where none had been asked, and her manner and quick exit’s had him second guessing himself. He had a few notions, but in truth he had little concern what she hid either. He seemed to finally realise she was present fully pulling the buttons on his shirt -c-
09:40:51Tory-Oakcroft : fastened as he sighed. “Sleep well? I think I would have slept better on hot coals.” The look he gave said he was not impressed, the slight clench of his jaw a sign that his temper was frayed. He let his glance trace over her once more, as he contemplated with a clearer head for a minute, watching as though he was on guard. He had pieced -c-
09:41:51Tory-Oakcroft : something together, but getting information out of him even just about the weather was a hard tasked, as Giada had found while trying to pry, double guess and general out his soul.He jerked his chin downwardss to her feet, and then resumed his rather lazy positioning draped over the bench in the beginning sunlight. "I thought shoes were -c-
09:42:11Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a work of the demons of boredom Milady. The way you avoided them last night." =
09:48:40Sybilla·Covelin : Sybilla was no chatter box. Men didn't pay her to talk. At least, that was a rare occasion. A hand came to give a pat to his thigh before she moved her hand away and went back to listening to the world around them. The comment of shoes brought Sybilla eyes down toward the handmade foot coverings. Moccasins of sorts. Made /c/
09:48:58Sybilla·Covelin : of deer skin which she had hunted. "Ah, yes, well... I wasn't myself yesterday. Didn't feel very well. Apologies for all that." Eyes glanced to the fact he'd buttons his buttons and she quietly laughed. A man being modest in front of a whore. How... amusing. Sybilla was not here to garner information. Whatever he knew... he knew. It /c/
09:53:15Sybilla·Covelin : was not like Sybilla had the ability to somehow make him forget. Nor did she think him to be stupid. So, she would deal with it as it came. Like she dealt with everything else. Sybilla sat for awhile longer, letting the silence fall again. She liked it, the quiet interludes between conversations. Mainly because she got to listen to what was /c/
09:56:14Sybilla·Covelin : going on around them. "I do hate things on my feet however, society demands..." and so she conforms. Like cattle being led to slaughter./d/
10:01:24Tory-Oakcroft : =Again the same odd smirk rolled his face, and he just let a nod out at her answer. The market around them was starting to gather speed, people beginning to buzz and chase across the cobbles busying about their early morning tasks. The fresh smell of bread thickened the air, catching his attention for a minute as the nausea sense in his stomach -c-
10:01:38Tory-Oakcroft : rolled again after yesterday. The hunger bit at him but he just swallowed it back a little, he had little intention of weaving his way through the busying crowd for a simple loaf of bread. Running his hands down the front of his shirt to smooth out the buttons, he watched the market. The profession she held had little importance to him, -c-
10:01:59Tory-Oakcroft : considering that each person would do what they willed for money. It probably paid the bills quite nicely he assumed. But that was a different side not all together. His hand shoved back through his hair, as the silence slowly began to be demolished. People chatting and spilling into the streets he raised a brow at the sudden influx of activity.-c-
10:02:12Tory-Oakcroft : A gaggle of women chattered beside the bench, cackling between themselves as their children ran and yelled around the square. A final cackle had his nerve set truly on edge and he pushed forward, his hands shoving him upward as he nodded a little. “Indeed it does dictate I suppose. However, that does not mean a person has to follow such -c-
10:02:23Tory-Oakcroft : A gaggle of women chattered beside the bench, cackling between themselves as their children ran and yelled around the square. A final cackle had his nerve set truly on edge and he pushed forward, his hands shoving him upward as he nodded a little. “Indeed it does dictate I suppose. However, that does not mean a person has to follow such commands.”
10:02:30Tory-Oakcroft : Ugh.)
10:02:48Tory-Oakcroft : He let his head cock at an odd angle before he shrugged a little. “I do believe I owe you a food source.” He had quelled his own need for a hunt, in a brawl in the bar early in the evening after most had gone to bed. Early morning was the best time for a good riot in a pub. But food was something he still needed. Heading towards the smell of -c-
10:03:00Tory-Oakcroft : of bread he had finally conceded he had to eat despite the crowds, he just walked off. Assuming if she wanted to follow she would, if not...not his issue.=
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10:09:10Tory-Oakcroft : Hello.)
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10:14:38Sybilla·Covelin : Sometimes, in order to hide in plain sight following commands was the best way to do it. When he suddenly was up out of his seat and moving, Sybilla lingered to watch him move through the crowd. Some distance was between them before she followed. Slipping between people with ease before she'd come up from behind /c/
10:14:47Sybilla·Covelin : him to try and slide a hand onto his upper arm. To give a light tug with a smile. "I know a quiet place." This wasn't seduction. This wasn't Sybilla trying to gain a client. She wasn't trying to get information. She just knew what it was like to want some peace and quiet. If he started walking in the direction she wanted to go she'd /c/
10:18:10Sybilla·Covelin : immediately let go of him and return that comfort of personal space. "You don't -owe- me anything." So, when he went to pay for the bread Sybilla put her hand out to stop him. It was a strange thing to be so odd about letting people pay for things but she was so used to being able to provide for herself. She was more than capable of /c/
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10:20:02Sybilla·Covelin : Welcome x 3)
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10:20:40Sybilla·Covelin : This is an rp room. )
10:20:51Sybilla·Covelin : providing for herself that she didn't -need- to work. Frugality was a good thing in creatures that lived long lives. "Cheese and some meat too." Because bread wasn't enough for a man of his well, build and her hand wasn't about to move until the other one had dug out the coin needed to pay for everything and she was sure that /c/
10:21:02Sybilla·Covelin : Tory was not going to argue with her. /d/
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10:21:37GameBreaker101-CtD- : i got no bitches to fuck here
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10:22:03Tory-Oakcroft : Punt number 1.)
10:22:04ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : wow...))
10:22:09Tory-Oakcroft : Punt number 2.)
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10:22:19ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : i just love watching these gous go poof))
10:22:27Tory-Oakcroft : And there goes number three. Nice form Sybilla.)
10:22:28ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : and to fill the marker their IPs))
10:22:40Tory-Oakcroft : Excellent back swing there.)
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10:23:41Sybilla·Covelin : Thanks.. lol)
10:23:47Sybilla·Covelin : Got the third?)
10:23:54Tory-Oakcroft : -He wasn't so easy through the crowd, his large size meaning it took him longer to shift his way through the crowds of people, weaving uneasily through them before he was tugged a little aside. His eyes fell downward onto the girl and he raised a brow, again no words just a nod in response as he headed towards the quieter area. Following the -c-
10:23:56ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : yes i got a couple more too))
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10:25:42Sybilla·Covelin : K... ty! )
10:25:56Sybilla·Covelin : Think we'll get back to rp now.)
10:26:08ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : np
10:26:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- line of her conversation as she dug within her stores to find payment. He just watched. No argument came, he had little complaint if she felt the need to supply them, with food. Argument would involve more than a few syllables worth of speech. Pushing his hand back through his hair again he just crossed his arms over his chest, the broad -c-
10:28:09Tory-Oakcroft : -c- space of it meaning he looked a little like a rottweiler on guard, his posture stern and hard faced. She was an oddity, which he just couldn't weigh up....but for the moment she was civil, and had made no attempt to either rob, or remove body parts from him so he was happy to leave questions unasked. The heavy boots on his feet scraped a -c-
10:29:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a little at the ground as finally he spoke. He had always been so used to most having to ask him to repeat his conversation, or just vaguely nodding at his quiet tone that they hadn't heard that the fact she seemed to hear him asthough he shouted made things a little easier for him. "I have no complaint of free provisions milady. -c-
10:29:46ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : anyways, if you guys need help I shall be in Borgia esylium, and the eternal keep whisper caryan or saint angura, theres no sounds ot this bot))
10:29:58Sybilla·Covelin : alrighty!)
10:30:06Sybilla·Covelin : ty again!)
10:30:20ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : *tips hat and does his job ot destroy the troller wanabes*))
10:30:23ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : np))
10:30:41ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : i know what its liek to have a room go from 15+ to 2 cause them))
10:31:02ᓷŠ³ᙔᙇᓸ : saddly i can make a room go from 30+ to 1 with a simple action if need be))
10:32:08Tory-Oakcroft : -c- and mayhap owe was the incorrect wording." Keeping his eye on the few patrons in the shop. Just enjoying being clean and well fed for the moment was good enough for him, no longer covered in dirt he felt a little more at ease but still he was studious. Careful in every action as not to draw attention to himself, even seeming to go as far as -c-
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10:33:20Tory-Oakcroft : -c- to over exaggerate his size when needed to give an air of stand offish danger in order to keep him isolated, but he spoke with such eloquance. His accent a smooth charm of well rounded syllables and careful melody that juxtaposed his size.=
10:35:06Sybilla·Covelin : Oh, if he milady'd her one more time. Sybilla took in a deep breath. Used the bread to lightly tap him in the arm. "Enough with the milady's. If you don't want those knights to know who you are you best change your wording." A playfulness was given in her tone, one that suggested that she too had figured some things out throughout /c/
10:40:17Sybilla·Covelin : their encounter last night. With the goods purchased and gathered in her arm, Sybilla eyed him some. "You look a bit like a dog ready to bite." Which amused her to no end. "Come, at the end of this street there is a large tree. No ever goes over there. It's quiet." When they got there, Sybilla held no qualms parking herself on the /c/
10:42:49Sybilla·Covelin : ground in the dirt to lean against the large tree's trunk. A hunk of bread was broken off and handed in his direction. When he went to take it she snagged it away from him with a playful smile. To her everything could be a game because she was still very, very young. Still a pup. Still, she'd hold it out for him and leave her hand /c/
10:43:47Sybilla·Covelin : there until he took it. "whatever you think you know... you're probably wrong." It was said even as she broke off a piece of bread for herself with a very wolfish smirk on her face. /d/
10:47:52Tory-Oakcroft : -The air thickened a little at the threat, as the only response he gave was a tick in his jaw of the muscles tightening, and his eyes hardening a little. He had little intention of dignifying her with a response, as that would be a key to letting her know that he had something to hide. Silence he had found was usually the best policy. Strong -c-
10:49:34Tory-Oakcroft : -c- forearms still shackled across his chest. He was like a golem. Hulking heavy steps, a refusal to speak and a stern facial attitude that set most on edge. His own cheshire smile met hers as he slumped in the dry dirt at the base of the tree. The bread snatched from under him, he just chuckled a little. "I very much doubt what ever I think -c-
10:51:00Tory-Oakcroft : -c- truly matters to you that much either way, Mi..." He paused in his words and just smirked a little. "Pest. Better?" He took the bread and wolfed it down as though he hadn't eaten for a week. The large portion just enough to ease his sickenss, caused by malnourishment. Letting his back rest against the tre trunk, it scuffed on his shirt -c-
10:52:25Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the rough bark leaving a large dusty brown mark dwn the back of the white cotton. He crossed his legs lotus style before him, the rough edge in his eyes subsiding now he was away from the chaos of town. He raised a brow finally....human curiosity was a killer. It ment he was stupid enough to stumble into an almost open admission of guilt. -c-
10:55:06Tory-Oakcroft : -c- "You do realise, that another knight is no threat." Another...it was an idiotic mistake and he knew it. He almost outwardly cringed once he said it but just pushed a large chunk of cheese into his mouth to try and shut himself up. Silence....that would work.=
11:05:54Tory-Oakcroft : O.o.)
11:06:02Sybilla·Covelin : what?)
11:06:24Sybilla·Covelin : "I've been called worse things..." seeing the way he ate the piece of bread she held the rest out to him and shrugged. Not really her cup of tea. Great filler but she burned through it too quickly for it to hold off hunger for very longer. The words he spoke caused an almost painful pound of her heart against her ribs. The swallow was audible. /c/
11:06:59Tory-Oakcroft : My computer keeps freezing. So that I can't get to any screens...random.)
11:07:11Sybilla·Covelin : odd)
11:09:54Sybilla·Covelin : Even the sound of her breath as it left her nostrils was audible. She was huffing. Jaw muscles were working. Blue eyes were staring at Tory, watching him chew his food as if it would give her some answer to this irrational fear of hers. It was fear that spread across her face. Too late now to shove it away and act as if she hadn't reacted /c/
11:13:55Sybilla·Covelin : at all. "Depends on who you are and what the knight's represent...." The words came as Sybilla looked away from him to stare upwards toward the sky. "People don't understand..." certainly she could be talking about being a whore and if that's the direction he took the conversation then Sybilla would run with it. "...they judge without ever /c/
11:15:14Sybilla·Covelin : trying to understand. It's ignorance... unfortunately, it seems to run rampant among those who carry sharp pointy metal sticks." Without a thought her hand dropped to rub at her hip when she spoke. /d/
11:17:24Tory-Oakcroft : =Ocean eyes cauight her mistake, oh his was fairly stupid but she was almost choking down her food the minute she realised that he had any association to a knighthood. The snuff out of her nose made him raise his brow his head leaning to one side while he watched her reaction still pushing oversized bites of food into his mouth. He just waited. -c-
11:18:32Tory-Oakcroft : AGH!)
11:18:36Tory-Oakcroft : I am gonna be late!!!!))
11:18:47Tory-Oakcroft : I will brb I am gonna run to work, I'll be back in bout an hour.))
11:19:12Sybilla·Covelin : kk)
11:19:12Tory-Oakcroft : xxxx)
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12:04:16Sybilla·Covelin : welcome back)
12:04:22Tory-Oakcroft : Thankyou thankyou.)
12:04:39Tory-Oakcroft : If you could repost me my first para. I will continue ^.^)
12:05:29Sybilla·Covelin : =Ocean eyes cauight her mistake, oh his was fairly stupid but she was almost choking down her food the minute she realised that he had any association to a knighthood. The snuff out of her nose made him raise his brow his head leaning to one side while he watched her reaction still pushing oversized bites of food into his mouth. He just waited. -c-
12:07:29Tory-Oakcroft : -c- letting her finish the little speech. Knights had little issue with her profession, in his time infact he had probably known a fair few that under the radar had used the services of such. Which lead him to lean towards this conclusion not being right. He just mused onb the subject, decided in truth it was possibly better to keep -c-
12:09:11Tory-Oakcroft : -c- his opinion to himself considering that he was no martyr to preach on the matter of false idetities. Stretching his back out he just dropped a large chunk of meat in her lap, motioning his hand towards it. "Eat." To most who didn't pay atention he almost seemed a simpleton. His words for the most part simple and few between, with a broad -c-
12:10:51Tory-Oakcroft : -c- and hard jawline, most assumed he was just an eejit with a heavy weapon. The sandyt hair in his eyes was really starting to test his patience, flitting into his sightline. Pushing it back roughly once more he just smiled, the calm movement of his expression easing with a careful amount of control toward her. "Understanding is underrated, -c-
12:12:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- pest. Believe me on that." She was easier to talk to than most, willing to bear the silences and even contribute her own, which loosened his tonguer a litle toward her. Tory was a hard man to converse with, but patience was a virtue as it was said. His voice finally after some minutes silence came out a little louder than it had -c-
12:13:43Tory-Oakcroft : -c- been previously. The bass tone undercurrenting under the now louder soft treble of his vocals. Watching her as he spoke, he raised a brow as though he thought about his words even as he spoke them. " There are a large number of people who will cull all that they fear, and all that threatens their peaceful ignorance for the sake of -c-
12:15:55Tory-Oakcroft : -c- keeping that existance long lived, and fruitful. To fear those that you cannot control, is not a trait I personally endear in the general public, if something wishes not to conform to your society, then your society should accomodate not force it's hand." He turned his eyes off her the minute he had finished his speech, and just shrugged as -c-
12:16:23Tory-Oakcroft : -c- though the sentence actually was pointless. Tearing another large chunk of bread from the loaf in his hand he chewed it back.=
12:19:27Tory-Oakcroft : Wow my fingers betrayed me on that one....the typos are atrocious.)
12:27:02Sybilla·Covelin : Eat. Tossing her meat like she was a... okay, well, despite the fact that she was some kind of animal. Sybilla stared at the given piece of meat. Despite the two deer she'd hunted last night there was an underlying hunger. A bite was taken off the piece and she listened to him speak, maybe this one she didn't have to worry /c/
12:27:12Sybilla·Covelin : about either. Oh, she'd trusted humans before and it'd gotten messy. No. Just. No. Sybilla sat in the silence after he was finished just eating and picking at the bit of meat. When she was done she wiped her hands on her skirt before digging in her pocket to retrieve a small thin strip of leather. Without a word Sybilla got up and /c/
12:27:24Sybilla·Covelin : maneuvered until she sat directly in front of him. Eying him trying to discern whether he was just toying with her by saying all the right things so he could get her to tell him what she was or whether he was telling the truth. Watching him struggle with his hair, Sybilla let out a long breath of air and untied the strip of leather holding /c/
12:30:56Sybilla·Covelin : bother him. "Sometimes, society has a right to fear things they don't understand but that doesn't mean the things they fear want to be the cause that fear." Did it make sense? Probably not. Sybilla wasn't even sure if she was trying to tell him or trying to see if he already knew. Though, she had a good feeling this round and round /c/
12:32:01Sybilla·Covelin : conversation was eventually not going to be so beat around a bush. /d/
12:36:22Tory-Oakcroft : one sec.))
12:36:58Sybilla·Covelin : k)
12:41:48Tory-Oakcroft : -Every movement she made that came within what would pass as his personal space, which in hind sight was a little larger than most people was carefully judged and watched. The constant flickering eye movements keeping every angel under surveillance as she reached to tame back his fringe. The look he gave was a little disconcerted, he was -c-
12:43:08Tory-Oakcroft : -c- almost going cross eyed to try and see the results of the binding around his hair. After a few minutes of gurned expressions, and the beginnings of a tension headache behind his eyes from straining the he resolved that actually it was impossible to see the top of his own head, and wondered why he was trying. He squared his shoulders -c-
12:44:24Tory-Oakcroft : -c- a little. The movement finally getting rid of the rather unconfident stoop he held and setting his posture correctly to his size. His head held up a little, his fringe back he was a little uneased that he had nowhere to retreat to. Words were not toys, theye were there for a reason, and he had few to say for the most part. But the ones he -c-
12:46:00Tory-Oakcroft : -c- did were carefully mused over. Conversation was pointless unless you had something to say. His lips twithed at the corners as he shook his head. "Little pest. If something does not mean to cause fear, then that would surelt mean that the object in question has an empathy enough towards it's fear subject, that it is not infact to be feared. -c-
12:47:54Tory-Oakcroft : -c- For something that does not want, or aimed to be feared. Is not dangerous out of purpose....but out of survival." Closed pages and careful wording ment as ever. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, and chewed back the final piece of his loaf. "You my girl, seem to have a very jaded perspective of the world. Considering you spent your -c-
12:49:11Tory-Oakcroft : -c- hard earned wages on a wandering stray....I don't think it is a natural mindset for you but an inherent one." He just cocked his head and chuckled.=
13:02:28Sybilla·Covelin : People took Sybilla's constant brushing touches for other motives when in reality it was the wolf-nature that needed touch to communicate. Only humans didn't communicate through touch. They... were very bad at saying what they really wanted to say. Hard earned wages. Right. Sybilla shifted to put some distance between them /c/
13:02:38Sybilla·Covelin : again and some silence while she contemplated his words. Maybe her view of the world was a little off. Jaded as he said. After awhile Sybilla tilted her head off to the side, "what exactly to don't you think is a natural mindset for me?" He did know. He knew and he thought she was supposed to be some... monster or something. /c/
13:03:35Sybilla·Covelin : Easy, Sybilla, maybe this had nothing to do with it at all and everything to do with a whore who robbed him once. Just, deep breaths. This was exactly why no sane werewolf went four days without eating because then it caused screw ups like she made yesterday and it made men like Tory curious. Oh, now she made her bed... /c/
13:03:53Sybilla·Covelin : and excuse the pun... she'd have to lie in it. /d/
13:06:17Tory-Oakcroft : -He stood slowly, finally deciding that he had been sat for a little to long, and that his legs were beginning to cramp, her movement giving him space to do so. The dust laced the back of his pants and he brushed it down letting plumes of dust settle on the floor around him. There was alot of thinks about most people that they hid behind, an -c-
13:08:06Tory-Oakcroft : -c- arrogant persona, a sword or an instrument mabye. Every single one was nothing more than a tool of the fact that each an every one had insecurities, and past dealings that they wished to stay just that. He had his own. A knight with no purpose, was like a bicycle without wheels, it just didn't go. Squaring his shoulders once more he stretched -
13:09:28Tory-Oakcroft : -c- out to full height, the bones of his vertebrate clicking along the lenght of his spine and he grumbled out a complaint under his breathe at the pain that shuddered through his joints. It was like he was persecuting her. Letting his silence drag out as long as possible, his eyes finally resting on her as he lent his back against the tree -c-
13:10:56Tory-Oakcroft : -c- trunk. Curiosity, had supassed itself within him at this point and even meandered past suspicion to a whole new place of actual interest. Information was something he craved, and giving him sparkling enticements that it lingered under the surface almost made his skin bubble. Cocking his head to one side he finally gave he a once over, -c-
13:14:14Tory-Oakcroft : -c- contemplating his answer to the question. "Well now little pest. It seems someone is nervous....to answer what I expect you to be would be to tell you what I think you classify as. You really thought that one would work?" He just chuckled and shook his head. " Your perspective is jaded, because you put everyone in a box and act towards them -c-
13:16:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- as such." He finally pushed off the tree bark, and aimed to head off back towards the market. He needed to find work, or a wage atleast somehow, and he had a feeling that she would not be particularly keen to follow him considering that she almost choked when she had figured out about his "shining armor" underbelly. "Tell me though.-c-
13:18:26Tory-Oakcroft : -c- "So ask yourself your own question, of me. What exactly are you antiscipating my mindset be?" His stride long, he pushed across the street aiming towards the cobblers of the night earlier.=
13:30:54Sybilla·Covelin : The silence, despite the fact that with his heart beating in her ears was anything but, was deafening. Answer already. Say something. Then he did speak. It caused a furrowing of her brows so deep that she almost looked angry. "I do not put everyone in boxes..." Just knights and people with swords get put in boxes. She didn't say it /c/
13:31:06Sybilla·Covelin : but it was implied in her tone. His mindset? She anticipated his mindset to be the same as every other sword carrying, armor wearing... person. That she be strung up and skinned. Murdered for something she had no control over. Never mind the fact that she'd condemned herself to spend three nights a month chained and /c/
13:31:19Sybilla·Covelin : locked away inside a cage. Or that she had no desire to do any humans harm... ever and that's why she'd spent four days starving. No one would care. They would only see the monster. Not the person. That was what she anticipated everyone's mindset to be... by the time she had wrestled with her own thoughts and looked up /c/
13:31:33Sybilla·Covelin : he was gone. Sybilla was stuck following scents which took longer when she hit a group of a people but she saw him across the street and slipped through to jog the rest of the way only to put her hand on the door to prevent him from opening it. "You're right, my perspective of people who belong to Orders and take oaths is a little /c/
13:38:40Sybilla·Covelin : jaded. Men like that killed my mate." She had never been able to use the word husband. It seemed like such a strange word to her. "So, yes, I put them in neat little boxes because they scare me. You scare me because you remind me of what they were like. Arrogant, half-cocked smiles, thinking you were going to slay some monster in the dark...." /d/
13:47:45Tory-Oakcroft : -The door in front of him suddenly halted in it’s swing and slammed shut again, her hand present in the centre, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned on his axis to face her. Impressive. She definitely was persistent. The stern glare of his eyes furrowed over her, as her words spilled out without prior though, his teeth gritted in his jaw -c-
13:48:08Tory-Oakcroft : as he let her finish her words. Calmly, Tory. His face stayed stern for the minute, the pressure in the muscle locking his grimaced teeth in a clench almost unnatural. She thought she knew him, just like everyone else always did. Who was he to change her opinion, he didn’t particularly care either way whether she though he was actually a woman -c-
13:48:30Tory-Oakcroft : on the weekends, or well anything actually. She could assume what she liked, so why did he feel the need to correct her. Taking in a slow breathe he just furrowed his brow, the slightly irritated expression glaring at her as he watched her little outburst. “Are you quite finished?” The word ‘mate’ finally put the last piece of the jigsaw spot -c-
13:48:53Tory-Oakcroft : into place. Raw meat, a familiar passion in her eyes at the thought of chase,...all the pieces that had once been jumbled finally settled in a Sybilla shaped pattern and the light bulb in his head lit. His smirk deepened. His chest squared and he took a step forward, in an aim to force her steps backwards. “ May I interrupt your hate party for -c-
13:49:15Tory-Oakcroft : just a second? But how exactly does that make you any different from them...?” All she was doing was assuming, without proof that he was going to slice her into ribbons without provocation. “You have just classified someone in a box...which I may like to point out, you have no definitive facts to...and are distinctly wrong. And assumed that -c-
13:49:28Tory-Oakcroft : because of you paper thin information that he will act in the way that you expect him to act based on others you have encountered.” He forced another step forward if he could. “You girl, have no high ground.” He had not once lied to her, and he had not once made any reaction towards her odd behaviour but one sentence had caused her to see him as -c
13:49:43Tory-Oakcroft : the next tyrannical demon here to take over the world. A little self satisfied he stared down at her, the final nail in the coffin actually tasted quite sweet at this point after her little speech. “You certainly are not one to throw stones, Wolfie.” Knights were not stupid, nor were they as ignorant as the masses. The existence of fantasy -c-
13:49:55Tory-Oakcroft : fairytale beasts and goblins were all too real to them, and he had experienced a few in his time. He snorted out a little hopefully his forward steps having removed her grip from the door, and hoping that his correction of the fact that she was the one who was pidgeon holing him...might hit home.=
13:53:36Yazid Zubair has joined the conversation.
13:54:45Sybilla·Covelin : Welcome to IK)
13:55:22Yazid Zubair : Thank you. ]
14:00:21Tory-Oakcroft : Hello.))
14:05:28Sybilla·Covelin : How does it... eyes of blue flicked between him and the ground. Sybilla's color slowly drained and she stepped away from him, from the door, brows furrowing not in anger but in apparent pain. Daniel's death had done more damage than she thought. A decade of gnashing her teeth in anger at a few had turned her bitter to /c/
14:09:50Sybilla·Covelin : a whole group and in turn somehow she'd become them. Eyes welled and Sybilla peered at the crowd moving behind them now that the morning was fully upon them. Those people? If they knew the truth would cast stones. Would have her skin. Obviously, it was time for her to go find something else to do instead of standing /c/
14:15:26Sybilla·Covelin : there shedding tears like some twenty-something year old little girl. Thumbs were used to wipe away the tears and while she knew she should apologize for her assumptions, she wasn't sure -how- to apologize for such a thing. Maybe she should even be trying to rebut that she wasn't what he thought she was but at the /c/
14:17:17Sybilla·Covelin : moment she was stuck. Stuck on the fact that she'd been letting those men torture her for an entire decade. Maybe her silence would just be enough? It would have to be. The silence and the awful look on her face that came with self realization. /d/
14:19:29Tory-Oakcroft : -First the colour drain, then the tears...oh lord here we go. He watched the woman before him seem to go from nought to 60 on the female emotion scale in a matter of seconds. His hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, as he eased the tension there a moment. Great, guilt. Something that he had never truly been able to kick out -c-
14:23:05Tory-Oakcroft : -c- of himself was his resounding empathy for guilt. The trail of her face, came as a slight shock. He did think she would be a little thicker skinned than she had. This is why Tory stayed silent, it was easier. Rubbing at the back of his neck he decided that yet again his shoes would have to wait. People were beginning to notice the pair stood -c-
14:24:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- outside the cobblers, and a large man stood before a crying woman didn't paint the nicest picture to most. Excellent, just the ticket. A slow release of air came now, sighing from him as he went to tug her chin upwards a little with his forefinger so he was speaking to her face not the top of her head. "Everyone has their cross to carry -c-
14:25:45Tory-Oakcroft : -c- pest." His voice had gone quiet again, the progress she had made at getting conversation out of him having retracted back to almost where they started. "Just do not let that cross over bear you, or you may find that you have forgotten who you are supposed to be." He nodded curtly letting her face drop final if she wanted and leant -c-
14:26:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- back against the doorway in thought, waiting for her to calm herself down. It seemed he still had a little galantry left in him afterall. Just a sdmall amount. A half smile came to his face at this thought.=
14:27:45Yazid Zubair has left the conversation.
14:29:05Tory-Oakcroft : Did I scare him off?)
14:29:16Sybilla·Covelin : nah)
14:31:27Tory-Oakcroft : Good.....^.^)
14:36:04Sybilla·Covelin : Words her father would have used. Which brought a slight roll of the eyes at the thought. It seemed she could not escape her parents. No matter where she was or where they were. Funny how that happened. She was calm. Never had she uttered a single sob. Still she took in a deep breath and settled the emotions back where /c/
14:38:48Sybilla·Covelin : they were supposed to be. "I'm sorry I assumed you would think the worst but please, don't tell anyone." And yes, she realized how ridiculous it was to be asking him a favor after she just treated him the way she did but the less people that knew... well, Sybilla didn't want to have to lay in her cage and wonder that was all. /c/
14:40:23Sybilla·Covelin : Who she was supposed to be those words rattled around in her head and she peered toward the building that she'd put in the request to purchase. Still no word. No word from the crown. No word from the Merchant's guild. Maybe, it was just her. Sybilla peered in Tory's direction... "I am what I am. Every month, I'm reminded of /c/
14:43:09Sybilla·Covelin : it for three days. It's not something I get to forget." Whore. Baker. It didn't matter what her human skin did to keep busy as long she did one thing correctly for three days out of a month. Sybilla would consider herself a successful werewolf. "I will never...ever...be responsible for the death of another person. Not me, not...any of me."/d/
14:51:40Tory-Oakcroft : -The door behind him suddenly opened, leaving him a little off balance as his right foot slid backwards into the doorway to cmpensate his weight. A disgruntled cobbler bore the brunt of his weight as his back hit into him. The weight of him was enough to push most back a step. He grumbled and gathered his footing moving aside from the doorway, -c-
14:54:02Tory-Oakcroft : -c- in a barage of scolding from the shop owner. Rubbing the back of his neck, the hair their lifted slightly and he just gave her another well controlled half smile. Her business was none of his. Not particularly being in the witchhunting game. Shrugging his shoulders he just gave her another curt nod. Taking her upper arm, he lead her a -c-
14:57:48Tory-Oakcroft : -c- little way from the doorway, before leaning on the corner of the store to take up another lazy position. "Why focus on the minority?" 3 days out of 30 was a small portion afterall. Watching her still carefully he just chuckled. " We all have our demons." It was a simple sentene, but it was spoken with a half reference. The whole conversation -c
14:59:14Tory-Oakcroft : -c- had suddenly taken a rather darkened turn, and he knew full well that his own self righteous intelligence had caused it....but that was a bridge crossed he thought. Rubbing the back of his neck again he turned his eyes over the crowd, watching the buzz as the people went about each task with such monotony. He hated it. The boring trail -c-
15:00:22Tory-Oakcroft : -c- of people wasting their breathe trying to conform to a set economy. But each to their own. Musing a moment he finally let out a very quiet retort, "For the record, I am no knight....not anymore."=
15:02:20Tory-Oakcroft : I should be banned from rping, when I have my "long lectures" hat on.))
15:02:36Sybilla·Covelin : lol why?)
15:03:09Tory-Oakcroft : I always end up making women cryO.O)
15:03:32Sybilla·Covelin : oh, Syb's just recovering from her four days of not eating... lol)
15:04:02Tory-Oakcroft : Lol.)
15:04:22Tory-Oakcroft : I think this is possibly the most Tory has spoken since he came.)
15:04:41Tory-Oakcroft : Silence is a good defense for keeping yourself out of things.)
15:06:35Sybilla·Covelin : Which is why Syb likes quiet)
15:08:06Tory-Oakcroft : Yup, got to agree with her on that front.)
15:14:12Sybilla·Covelin : "I don't focus on those three days if I did I would still be an ocean away, living with a tribe of people vastly different from this place." Instead, she disobeyed everything 'natural' to her, kept leaving the pack behind to go do what she wanted to do. To go to the places she felt like going. She took the risk of being a lone wolf and defying /c/
15:14:22Sybilla·Covelin : the elders of both pack and tribe. Not something he would understand or maybe he would seeing as he wasn't a knight anymore. She wanted to ask why not but instead a nod of the head came. "I wasn't always a whore. In fact, I came here with full intentions to buy that building right there and open my fourth bakery." Lips /c/
15:19:14Sybilla·Covelin : pursed and she shrugged, "the powers that be must not want it. So I do what I enjoy so that I don't become one of them..." she motioned to drone of buzzing little humans that seemed so miserable doing the same thing day in and day out. Silence settled and Sybilla settled against the building beside Tory with a yawn. "Oh, excuse me, /c/
15:19:29Sybilla·Covelin : I think I might be in need of a midday nap." Like all good dogs should take./d/
15:19:42Sybilla·Covelin : I iz about dead lol)
15:20:47«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : -pokes Syb with a stick-))
15:21:03Sybilla·Covelin : >.>))
15:21:13Tory-Oakcroft : I'm sorry Syb, I have kept you up all night...))
15:21:36Sybilla·Covelin : lawl... I stayed up all night on my own)
15:21:54Tory-Oakcroft : I think it was the soda.)
15:22:03Sybilla·Covelin : only had one glass..)
15:22:06Tory-Oakcroft : -Turning his attention to the building she motinoed to he watched it and nodded some, his stern expression had returned. The marble coating of, well for the most part indifference back on his features as he listened to her words. His hands stuffed into his pockets, slouching inside them as he stayed leant against the buildings side -c-
15:24:19Tory-Oakcroft : -c- the brick work dug into his shoulder blades and he merely nodded again to her musings on why she ahd not acquired the building. A nap? Midday...well that was a new one on him. Broad shoulders shrugged a little indifferently to her comment. He had no need to answer the stream of conversation really, she was self answering for the most part. -c-
15:25:44Tory-Oakcroft : -c- Ocean eyes flared with the daylight, as the shining colour watched the skyline, the clouds above rushing quickly overhead with the heavy sea winds. The winds kept the air fresh, but the familiar smell of salted air was starting to re kindle his queasiness. It would be a while until he could, haunt a beach again. His hand unfastened the -c-
15:28:12Tory-Oakcroft : -c- leather strip holding his fringe from his eyes, and it flicked back down against his skin. He held it out for her. "Yours, I believe." finally a smile came. The turn of it actually giving his face a slight lighted lift from it's usual stony resolve. "I don't think it suits, somehow." In truth it made him feel a little more feminine than -c-
15:28:33Tory-Oakcroft : -c- necessary.=
15:28:42Tory-Oakcroft : Hi Kai btw.)
15:33:23«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : hi hi))
15:33:32Tory-Oakcroft : -Salutes-)
15:34:32Sybilla·Covelin : The strange part? Through this entire thing, the supposed whore had not once tried to garner his business. It even struck her as odd. The leather strip was taken from his possession and curled around fingers with a smile. "Did the trick though..." Her hand came to lightly touch his arm. Just the pads of her fingers against his /c/
15:34:46Sybilla·Covelin : forearm and so light a touch it could be missed. "You have a good day, Tory." Sybilla turned on the balls of her feet to start toward the forge. She stopped though to watch for a few moments before shaking her head at him and continuing on. It had been one odd morning for the wolf woman. She was going to go curl up and snug a /c/
15:35:06Sybilla·Covelin : pillow for a few hours. Dream of chasing rabbits and deer.... /d/
15:35:12Sybilla·Covelin : K.. i need a nap... bbs)
15:35:19Tory-Oakcroft : Night x)
15:35:25Sybilla·Covelin is away.
15:35:28«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : -salutes back- Night Syb))
15:35:44Sybilla·Covelin : not night! Nap! few hours at the most, lol)
15:35:50Tory-Oakcroft : Lol!)
15:36:13Tory-Oakcroft : Why do I have a feeling I am going to be awake til 4 am.)
15:36:23Sybilla·Covelin : Nah I can't be here tonight)
15:36:38Tory-Oakcroft : Either way, I promise gia I would try and bob in later.)
15:36:55Sybilla·Covelin : -nods- okay okay.... -ish gone-
15:36:56Sybilla·Covelin : _
15:36:57Sybilla·Covelin : )
15:37:05«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : I'd offer to play now Tory but I need to finish a few work things first))
15:37:11Tory-Oakcroft : Night (nap) again.)
15:37:21«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : o.o -gives Syb some brackets-))
15:37:39Tory-Oakcroft : I am at work atm too mate, and I gotta leave in about 20 mins. Though the offer is appreciated.)
15:38:17Tory-Oakcroft : Although I am wondering if their is an Anti Daray spray?)
15:38:45Tory-Oakcroft : I don't think my neck can take another smooshing.)
15:38:45«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : well boo XP and yeh...its called being a woman )
15:39:16«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : although...that doesn't really work either...he still chases women who play men o.O))
15:39:46Tory-Oakcroft : -Chuckles-)
15:39:51«Kâiđuş٠Thorηωyck» : Ok I shall bbs...but you won't be here...so nevermind!))
15:40:06Tory-Oakcroft : I may pop in again later on this evening.))
15:40:28Tory-Oakcroft : You guys have me hooked already lol. See yah mat. -salutes and bobs out-)
15:40:34Tory-Oakcroft : *Mate.)
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