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Post by Shinko on Sept 28, 2014 9:15:54 GMT -5
It was the spring of the year after Hope and Joffery's wedding. The snow had finally all melted, and flowers were blooming in the trees and on the ground below. As was common this time of year, a group of traveling performers came up through the country from Lyell in the south, showing off their various tricks. And of course, the people of Medieville turned it into an excuse to have a festival. Though mass drunkenness was hardly anything to be surprised by in this town, tonight for some inexplicable reason it was somehow even worse then usual. People who normally kept themselves strictly dry were staggering around as if they'd been struck over the head by a hammer. Not just common people, but nobles, priests, and even a few mages. It was a situation perilously close to mass pandemonium, though few seemed to realize. And the town locksmith was right in the thick of it. Morgaine honestly hadn't meant for this to happen. When she bought the drink from one of the street stalls she'd been assured it was just ordinary fruit juice. It tasted like ordinary fruit juice, as far as she could tell. But it wasn't, oh boy it wasn't. Whatever it was, it was uncannily potent. Normally when she was minded, she could drink people three times her size under the table. One bottle of whatever this was had her drunker then she'd been in almost fifteen years. And she felt fantastic. As she stumbled past a street performer from the Lyell troop who was doing a trick-bird act with some trained hawks- his most prized raptor being a beautiful albino eagle- she noticed a familiar figure in the crowd. A massive, goofy grin spread across her crimson face, and she threw her arms around his torso enthusiastically. "Leif!" she crowed. "It'sh good to shee you out of the manor for a change! Thish ish a real party, eh?" 8D Morgaine is drunk and Leif is in soooo much trouble. |
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2014 10:16:44 GMT -5
Leif hadn’t really planned on going to the festival; he’d really only left the manor to pick up a few supplies for the potion ingredient stores. Normally, this task didn’t fall to him, but Leif had wound up using a lot of potions over the winter; the only way to soothe the potion-mistresses’ wrathful anger had seemed to be volunteering to replenish the stocks himself. During his shopping, Leif heard quite a lot from the townsfolk about the festival going on around the Lyellian performers. It sounded just as loud and chaotic as it had looked when Leif had left the manor and routed around it earlier; he had every intention of doing the same on the way home. That was, until he heard someone mention a hawk-performance. And a huge, white eagle. ...It couldn’t be Lunari. These were Lyellian performers, not Corvid priests, and the men and women of Our Woo of Charity would never sell their huge, white eagle. But there was no harm in being sure...and a show with trained hawks sounded interesting. A chance to see Lyellian raptors was nothing to sneeze at, either. It did mean enduring the crowd...but he’d survived worse. Surely this wouldn’t be as bad as the Solstice festival. Leif quickly found that he was wrong; the crowd might be a bit smaller but it was somehow even more wild. There were a lot of people drinking - Leif didn’t smell enough of the Kythian beers and ales to explain it, and he wondered if the Lyellians were also selling some alcohol from their homeland, something the people of Medieville would want to sample. Despite the crowd, Leif managed to find the hawk performance. The white eagle was, indeed, not Lunari - he or she wasn’t even the same species as the raptor who had torn Leif’s arm and face and released his trapped magic. The bird was still beautiful, of course, and Leif could see why people had been so impressed. The other hawks were lovely birds as well, and a few were indeed Lyellian raptors. The tricks they performed were impressive - Leif was thinking he should talk to the falconers when the performance was over when someone suddenly seized him from behind. Leif started, but he recognized the voice in time to keep himself from doing anything more drastic. “Mrs. Braham?” Leif pulled himself free and turned to face the woman. Oh no - she looked drunk. Very drunk. As if that hadn’t been obvious by her slurred speech and out-of-nowhere hug alone. “I...I guess it is a party, Mrs. Braham. Er...how much have you had to drink, exactly?” Leif goes from birds!=DD to drunk!Morgaine - let the awkwardness commence! |
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Post by Shinko on Sept 28, 2014 10:41:09 GMT -5
Leif's question made the old woman giggle. "It'sh funny, you're not gonna believe it- jusht thish one thing!" She lifted the bottle which she was still holding, with about a half-centimeter or so of liquid still sloshing around in the bottom. She beamed up at the mage. "Didn't tell me there wash anything in it when I got it, jusht thought it wash juice. It doeshn't tashte or shmell funny either, but wooooah." The locksmith laughed again, "Haven't been thish drunk shince after my hushband came home from the war in Lange and we had a party to shelebrate. That wash... sheventeeeeeeen yearsh ago!" With a toothy grin she added, "And what abou you, Archmage? Gettin' an eyeful of the pretty foreign birdies? You're gonna make Ayleth and Forthwind jealoush if they catsch you lookin' at other birds!" Morgaine explains the somewhat baffling fact that she really hasn't had much at all- but will Leif believe her? 8D |
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2014 19:02:18 GMT -5
Leif raised his eyebrows. “And what did you have before the juice?” he asked. Even if it was spiked, the juice on its own shouldn’t be enough to make Morgaine act this way. Leif had seen her drink before, and despite her size Morgaine could usually hold her alcohol. “Maybe you should stop short of downing the rest of this,” he added, taking hold of the bottle’s neck to pull it from Morgaine’s grasp. With a broad grin, Morgaine teased Leif about watching the Lyellian raptors. “Well,” Leif countered, “if Hadrian were better-behaved, I wouldn’t have to look to Lyellians for behavior tips, so they can blame it on him.” He wondered if Morgaine would be able to banter while this drunk; he suspected the answer was “yes” because that was just the sort of luck Leif had. If she’d been more sober, Leif might have added more seriously that he was curious about the eagle, but Morgaine was definitely not sober right now. Loud, bawdy laughter blasted over the crowd, and Leif grimaced, turning to find the source. Someone with a near-empty bottle was slapping the back of a companion and gesturing at a knife-juggler. As Leif had observed earlier, Morgaine was far from the only one who’d indulged in too much drink. “Apparently some ale-merchant made a lot of money today,” Leif remarked grimly. “Mrs. Braham, let me help you get home. I don’t think this crowd’s a safe place to be.” Leif’s only checking out the foreign birds because Hadrian’s a jerkface. Realizing again that there’s a lot of drunk people in the crowd, he offers to take Morgaine home. I’m sure she’ll be totally cooperative about this plan =D |
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Post by Shinko on Sept 28, 2014 19:31:29 GMT -5
"What, go? Now? Pffff, we only jusht got here. You been in thish town long enough to know a crowd like thish ain't nothin." "And I told you that you wouldn't believe me," she added with unconcerned cheerfulness. "But I ain't a liar- that one bottle of juicshe ish all I've had to drink shince noon. And all I drank at noon wash tea." With a laugh and a slightly wobbly pirouette in place she added, "You don't gotta believe me, I'm a growned lady and I dun need your approval!" She lost her balance in the spin, stumbling into Leif's chest. She giggled again, pressing her nose into his shirt. "You're warm. Now I shee why Lord Kirin likesh shnuggling with you sho much. Maybe I should keep you at my placshe in the winter. Ash for the birdiesh, if you raish 'em right from the start they won't have to unlearn bad mannersh." Pushing herself back upright, she grabbed one gloved hand and yanked Leif away from the falconers. "C'moooon, don't be a shtick in the mud, let'sh go watch the shoooows!" Clearly attempts to reason with Morgaine in this state are going to go SPLENDIDLY! |
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2014 20:55:48 GMT -5
Leif realized right away that he should have expected Morgaine to be obstinate about cooperating and getting home. He braced himself for a long night. Morgaine insisted the juice was all she’d had. Leif glanced at the bottle he’d taken from her, wondering if the locksmith was telling the truth. Maybe Lyellian ale just tasted like juice? Still, someone ought to be labeling the stuff as alcoholic, especially if - Morgaine’s rebellious spin sent her staggering into Leif. He took her arm with his free hand to try and help her steady herself...instead, she made herself comfortable snuggling into his shirt. And of course she accompanied this with the most awkward-making comments she could find. He was reminded very vividly of a certain closet incident and a drunk but certain announcement by Ilaria Braide about Kirin’s cuddliness. Well. Now he knew how it felt to be on the other side of that trivia announcement. “I - uhm - I guess - I guess that could be why.” He hoped Morgaine wasn’t going to try snuggling him now - Leif had gotten more tolerant of touch in the past six years, but that was compared to his childhood and his seminarian years; hugs - that weren’t from Kirin - still felt very...awkward. Leif could feel heat rising in his face, which probably was only going to make him warmer to Morgaine. Not helpful. Hoping he could divert Morgaine from the topic before she took it any further, Leif replied to her comment about keeping him for the winter. “I uh - I don’t think I would make a good heater, though. I’d be more likely to just complain about the cold at your place until you threw snowballs at me, and that would defeat the purpose.” He was momentarily a little offended by Morgaine’s comment about raising birds - Leif hadn’t raised Hadrian, which was part of why the kite was so...high-strung. But explaining that to a drunk woman wasn’t exactly productive ...and it was probably a conclusion she would have come to on her own, if not for, well, drink. The very mysterious drink that she claimed not to have taken. Was she still sober enough to lie? That seemed unlikely. But so did getting massively drunk from juice, even spiked juice. Before he could ruminate on this further, Morgaine had pulled away from him and seized his hand, pulling Leif further into the crowd. "C'moooon, don't be a shtick in the mud, let'sh go watch the shoooows!"“Mrs. Braham - “ Leif followed after her, not having much choice in the matter, protesting, “Mrs. Braham, I really don’t think this is a good idea...” The more people they passed, the more drunks Leif realized there were. Maybe he was just being paranoid because he hadn’t been - trying to - babysit someone who’d had too much to drink the last time he’d been to a festival, but there seemed to be a lot more people indulging in the crowd. Peasants, merchants, minor nobility...was that a priest swaying around with a near-empty bottle there? And Leif had been embarrassed when he’d learned about Friar Francis’ little indulgence. ...Was it just Leif, or did the priest’s bottle look an awful lot like Morgaine’s? Down to the color of the liquid? Awkward time for Leif because everybody loves flustered Leieflet! 8D As he follows Morgaine through the crowd in an attempt to sway her, Leif slowly starts noticing that something kinda suspicious is going on and maybe Morgaine is telling the truth. Maybe next post he’ll actually look at the bottle more closely, who knows? |
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Post by Shinko on Sept 28, 2014 21:21:04 GMT -5
"I never got to shee things like thish when I wash little," Morgaine said happily. "My village wash too shmall. And no one brought theshe thingsh to Nid'aigle 'caushe the elvesh can't speak Kythian. But they're in Medieville all the time! I'm not misshing out over a little accidental tipsy-ness!" The old woman pointed to a setup of a long chord that had been strung between two trees. "I watsched thish show earlier. It's pretty neat, they're like my catsh in how good they can balancshe." As she spoke, a woman climbed out onto the rope. She was balancing very carefully, though it didn't seem to be costing her much effort. She did a bit of dancing out on the rope, then moved aside to make room for a second, younger rope dancer to follow her. The younger girl didn't look to be as experienced, because her balance was wobbling as she walked out. She almost lost her balance entirely at one point, to many gasps from the crowd. Morgaine frowned, straining up at the girl with bleary, drink addled vision. "I wash watsching earlier and she wash fine..." she started to say, but before the old woman could finish the thought the girl lost her balance and plummeted off the rope. Fortunately the dancers had set up a net underneath it, and she was caught on it, but a thunderous shouting from the supervisors nearby indicated that they weren't happy about it. "Woo, I hope she'sh okay..." Morgaine said. A few seconds later the crowd parted, revealing the rope dancer being lead away by her supervisor. She was flush-faced, her steps wobbling, and the man who was holding her shoulders had a very familiar looking half-empty bottle in one hand. He was gesturing at her with it, scolding furiously, but she kept shaking her head as if in fervent denial. Looks like the poor Kythians are not the only victims of the spiked mystery juice- no one told the Lyellian performers about it either. |
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Post by Tiger on Sept 29, 2014 11:53:54 GMT -5
“Tipsy? Mrs. Braham, if you’re tipsy, then I’m the king of Kyth,” Leif retorted as Morgaine pulled him toward another performance - two women walking and dancing on a rope. One was noticeably better than the other, though according to Morgaine, the wobbly girl had been fine earlier in the day. She wasn’t fine now. Leif started to draw his wand when the girl fell, but she hit a net before he could cast a spell. "Woo, I hope she'sh okay..." Morgaine said. Leif nodded in agreement, trying to see over the heads of the crowd. “Me, too.” His better vantage point wasn’t much help until the crowd parted, and by that point even Morgaine could see the tightrope walker being led away. Another bottle of what looked like juice. If it was a Lyellian spiked juice, the Lyellian rope-walker should have known better than to drink half a bottle before trying that stunt. And if she’d been drinking beforehand, wouldn’t someone else involved in the act have noticed she was drunk, and kept her from going out to perform? Leif lifted the near-empty bottle he’d taken from Morgaine, scrutinizing the label. The fact that it had a label - an actual, pasted label, not just a tag wound around the bottle - was curious. That took a lot of material and effort, and selling it at a festival, a juice vendor was unlikely to make back enough to pay for the cost. The label itself was innocuous enough. “Fruit Juice”, it said, accompanied by pictures of the different fruits that Leif supposed were in the drink. Nowhere were the ingredients actually listed, though. Noticing that a corner of the label had peeled away from the bottle and started to curl, Leif thumbed it aside to see if there was any writing on the back. He didn’t see any, but there was a strange prickle from his protective spell. Leif peeled the whole label back. There was a weird black-and-white pattern inked there, a slightly dizzying cluster of swirls and nonsensical shapes. Most people would have glanced over it without seeing anything. Leif, however, was an archmage. It was difficult to hide runes from him. Oh, this isn’t good...magically hiding the flavor of the alcohol? That might be good for people who don’t like the taste, but there’s no warning for anyone who just wants juice…and this is powerful drink.Leif looked up again, remembering everyone he’d seen with the bottles. Performers, priests, townsfolk...if any mages had gotten their hands on this stuff...the crowd suddenly felt less like an oppressive gaggle of people and more like a pot of boiling water about to shoot off its lid. “Mrs. Braham, where did you get this?” Leif asked urgently. “Can you take me to the stand?” Leif finds runes on the bottle label. Oops - looks like Morgaine was telling the truth after all! That’ll teach you to doubt Morgaine, Leif! |
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Post by Shinko on Sept 29, 2014 12:33:28 GMT -5
While Leif was fiddling with the label on the juice bottle, Morgaine had become distracted by the sounds of shouting nearby. She glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise, but it was coming from the blind side of her head. When she tried to turn to face it, she overbalanced and stumbled backwards a few steps, laughing as she caught herself. Suddenly, Leif called her name, and she looked around to see what he was saying. At his question, the old woman smirked. "Aren't you the one who'sh alwaysh shayin' a mage shouldn't drink? The 'pit you wanna find him for, I'm willin' to bet he'sh not got a thing on that shtand that'sh not shpiked. Beshides, my head'sh too fuzzy to-" The rest of her sentence was cut off when a stupendous crashing sound resounded through the street. She whirled around, losing her footing entirely and falling backwards into Leif. From further down the way, she could see a man, a beatific smile on his face and a walking stick in one hand. His other hand- the whole arm for that matter- was wrapped around the shoulders of a decidedly also drunk looking young woman. The man was belting an off-key love ballad, bashing signs and tables with the staff as people scampered out of his way. Morgaine laughed somewhat breathlessly, trying to right herself but not quite able to get there. "Well it'sh probably good Ilsha'sh not here, she would hate thish. Look at all the furniture he'sh wrecking!" Since Leif sort of fails to explain why he wants to find the juice vendor, Morgaine misinterprets his question, in her drunkenness doesn't quite catch the urgency in his voice, and dismisses it. Then she gets distracted because what is attention span? |
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Post by Tiger on Sept 29, 2014 20:03:21 GMT -5
Leif caught Morgaine’s arm as she fell into him, glowering down the street at the man swinging a staff at signs and furniture. Ilsa would definitely have been upset about the furniture damage, but Leif was more concerned about the people around the crazy, staff-swinging man. Shifting the label into a pocket and the bottle under his arm, Leif drew his wand, pointed it at the ground as the staff headed downward, and muttered a spell. The dirt softened into a tiny but strong sinkhole, grabbing the staff and holding it into place. The drunk man lurched as his staff refused to come free. “That’s enough of that,” Leif snapped, lowering his wand. “Sing if you have to, but stop trying to bludgeon the crowd.” The man’s face wrinkled up and he pointed a wavering, dramatic finger at Leif. “Yeh shtole my staff!” “It’ll come loose in a few hours. Go sober up somewhere.” Leif tapped at his wand as a subtle reminder it was there, hoping the man wasn’t so wasted that he would pick a fight with a mage. For the moment, at least, the man seemed intent on pulling the staff free of the mud, so he looked down at Morgaine and tried to continue their conversation. “I’m not going to buy any juice - or anything - from him. He’s using magic to hide that this juice is alcoholic - look at everybody he’s gotten drunk with it! We need to stop him before he scams anyone else.” Remembering that Morgaine had been interrupted mid-sentence, he asked, “Please tell me you aren’t too… tipsy to remember where you bought the juice?” Leif tries to stop one bit of chaos. Only a thousand more to go! Then he explains himself a little bit more clearly to Morgaine. Y’know, ish. He’s Leif, after all. |
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Post by Shinko on Sept 29, 2014 21:18:29 GMT -5
Morgaine watched with some amusement as Leif dealt with the man who was swinging his cane around. It didn't take very long, and soon the mage had turned to address her again. His explanation of why he wanted to talk to the man did make a bit more sense then what she'd been assuming. However, before she could say anything he finally seemed to register the half-finished sentence that had ended her original reply. “Please tell me you aren’t too… tipsy to remember where you bought the juice?”A look of slight affront edged into her face, eclipsing the general doofy good humor she'd been exhibiting up until now. "In cashe you forgot, I didn't ashk for this to happen. Don't talk to me like I'm shome short of moron who went'n got hershelf trashed on a shtupid whim." She glanced away, her good eye shimmering. "I jusht wanted shomething to drink. Not to get drunk, jusht becaushe I wash thirshty. How wash I shupposhed to know shomeone wash going to ushe magic to messh around with the drinksh? I mean what kinda idjit washtesh power like that on a shtupid prank?" Softening up a bit, she added, "No, I don't remember. Shorry." Morgaine revealing that, under the general stupor and the fact that alcohol puts her in a deliriously good mood, she's not exactly happy to have gotten pranked like this and doesn't appreciate Leif acting like she's doing this on purpose. Don't worry, she'll go back to being goofy after a bit. XD |
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Post by Tiger on Sept 30, 2014 10:07:17 GMT -5
Leif winced at Morgaine’s reprimand. The locksmith’s mood change was a surprise, but she had a very good point. One of the mage’s most stubborn flaws was unintentional or at least ill-timed rudeness. It probably ought to have cost him more relationships than it actually had, if Leif were being perfectly honest. Unfortunately, the habit was a maddeningly difficult one to break, because he almost never intended it. “I’m sorry - I wasn’t - I didn’t mean to imply you did it on purpose.” ...Was Morgaine about to cry? Oh Woo, that was definitely not what he’d intended. Gingerly, Leif put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re right - it’s a stupid prank. I don’t know what he was thinking, either.” Leif gave the crowd another edgy glance. What had the mage planned to gain from this? Mayhem for mayhem’s sake? That was still a lot of effort to go through to get it, and things could very easily go wrong for the vendor - like if an angry drunk realized what had happened and did remember where the stand was. Leif supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised Morgaine didn’t know where it was, though. Keeping track of a juice merchant was not exactly the first thing on a person’s mind while sober, and the strong alcohol hidden in the juice wouldn’t help later. Still, they needed to find it… “Maybe we can walk around and see if there’s anything you remember being near the stand?” Leif offered. “Or, who knows - given how stupidly they’re using their magic, maybe the stand’s right out in the open with the other vendors and we can find it just by walking past.” Despite what he said, Leif didn’t really think that was the case. “If you’re up for it,” he added. It was possible that at this point Morgaine would rather go home Leif apologizes for being a jerk, and suggests they can walk around and see if anything jogs Morgaine’s memory regarding the juice stand’s location. |
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Post by Shinko on Sept 30, 2014 11:10:25 GMT -5
Morgaine put her own hand over the hand Leif had placed on her shoulder and gave him a wobbly grin. "There'sh a reashon I shtopped getting drunk for it'sh own shake when I wash younger, and it washn't jusht becaushe I got pregnant. Though that wash part of it. My moodsh get funny when I'm sloshed." She gave the hand a squeeze, "You're a good guy, Leif. I dunno if anybody'sh ever shaid sho, but you are. Mosht noblesh don't give people like me the time o' day. If I threw a shnowball at 'em they'd have me in the shtocks. It'sh crazy, I mean we're all people right? But that classh barrier'sh sho thick shometimesh. But you're a good guy." The locksmith laughed suddenly, letting go of Leif's hand and swaying backwards a bit, "I'm sho drunk. I'll try to help, but I can't really promishe I'll be able to concshentrate." She grinned goofily, still swaying, "I'd really like to have my brain back." Seeming to notice something going on, behind the archmage, she leaned sideways and squinted. Her single eye had poor depth perception at the best of times, and just now it was so badly blurred by the alcohol in her system that she couldn't make out the details of anything further away then three feet or so. But as the thing drew closer she blinked. "Leif... maybe we should get out of the shtreet, there'sh a guy on a horshe running thish way... Kinda fasht..." Morgaine accepts Leif's apology and waxes a bit drunkenly sentimental. She agrees to try to help, but points out she's not exactly running at full pistons so she's not likely to be as helpful as she should be. Then she notices drunk idiot on a horse charging down the street towards them, and is a little slow to realize maybe they should get out of the way... 'cause y'know, drunk. XD |
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Post by Tiger on Sept 30, 2014 21:37:30 GMT -5
Morgaine’s mood quickly changed once again, the locksmith explaining that it was due to the drink. Leif nodded sympathetically, or as sympathetically as someone who had never been well and truly drunk before could be. Despite the warning that her moods were “funny” while intoxicated, Morgaine’s switch to sentimentality with no more warning than a squeeze of the archmage’s hand was a surprise. Nice, in a flustering sort of way, but a surprise. “Oh. Uh...thank you.” He wasn’t sure how to respond to the bit about the class barrier - it seemed like an awfully deep topic to discuss while inebriated, and even while completely sober Leif probably shouldn’t be trusted with something so delicate at the moment. Morgaine said she would try to help, but couldn’t promise anything. Leif shrugged. “That’s fair.” He wished she had her sobriety back, too, both for her own sake and so they could find the juice stall faster. But one worked with what the ‘Woo gave them. “Just let me know if you start feeling like you need to get home.” Leif started looking around for food stalls, but his search was interrupted by Morgaine’s suggestion they get out of the street. Just as she finished her warning, Leif heard hoofbeats over the crowd. He glanced back and indeed there was a very fast horse heading right their way and it was extremely close by. Leif pulled Morgaine along with him to get out of the horse’s way. He was positive he felt the vibrations from the hoofbeats pulse through the cobblestones at his feet as the horse charged by them. “‘Pit! Where are the city guards when you need them?” Leif snapped, raising his wand before realizing he didn’t have a spell to use that would stop the horse without it bucking its rider. He lowered his arm again. “Sorry, Mrs. Braham - are you all ri- “ Then there were more hoofbeats. A man cloaked in the uniform of the city guard was pursuing the insane horse-rider, with only a little more care for the crowds than the drunkard he was chasing. Leif stifled the urge to call the guard something that would probably get the archmage in a lot of trouble, and instead raised his wand again. The spell he cast on the horse would have sent a person a little smaller and lighter than Leif into an almost-instant sleep, but the horse just slowed to a trot, then an amble. It wouldn’t get worse than drowsy, but that was enough for the city guardsman to catch up to it and seize the reins. The guard paused to glance back at Leif, no doubt having seen the spurt of green light - but before either of them could say anything, the crowd was swarming the guard, shouting about various drunken indecencies taking place around town. Leif heard the word ‘juice’ more than a few times. “...Well, if they didn’t know before, I guess they know now.” The guard seemed keen to get out of the crowd without answering any questions. “I’m guessing they haven’t found the stand, either, or they’d be telling everyone they shut it down. Or at least to avoid it.” Leif looked around again, and caught the scent of something baking in the direction the horseman had come from. “Should we start that way, Mrs. Braham?” Leif asked, nodding toward the path. “We might as well get away from the chaos here.” Horse dodging, the city guard, and the smell of something baking. Let’s hope Garrick isn’t behind this! |
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Post by Shinko on Sept 30, 2014 22:16:11 GMT -5
((Leif line included with permission)) Morgaine was still staring numbly at the horse that had just shot by them. She didn't really hear Leif's inquiry as to if she was okay, and when a second horse shot by after the first, her eye bulged and she took several staggering steps backwards. Only after Leif had helped the guard catch the man did she belatedly yell, "They jusht almosht killed ush!" She put her face in her hands, a cascade of hystical giggles coming from her. "Y-you where right, huh? It'sh... it'sh really not shafe, is it? Holy Woo, did you shee that guy shoot past ush? He just... it wash like thunder, the hoovesh were sho loud! I'm shtill shaking, that shcared the ever living shnot out of me. Did you know horshesh could go that fast?" The old woman looked up at him, her good eye round and the pupil so huge from the alcohol that the brown of her eye was like a minute ring around the black. "I hope we don't run into any more out of control horshesh, that one wash more then enough. I mean... did you shee how fast he was going? I don't believe it, what if he'd hit us? Like... like BOOM! SQUISH! That's what woulda happened." "Mrs. Braham-" Leif interrupted with weary patience, only for Morgaine to put a finger over his lips. "It'sh rude to interupt," she chided. She took a deep breath to pick back up where she'd left off, but then hesitated. "What were we talkin' about?" For a moment she seemed to ty to remember, then she visibly gave up her struggle for coherent thought and shrugged. "Oh well. C'mon, letsh get out of here. We were gonna find the juicshe guy, right?" Well that accomplished a lot, thank you Morgaine. |
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