Vi shakes her head as it seems like a likely story to hear at the moment. She then reaches across the table a firm slap hitting his face. And that is for your comment earlier
... Sound strike, target, her pants.
Looks like you be needing a change of clothes, hot head. Or should I call you red a*s?
Anger boiling in her she flips him the double bird before pointing the gun at him, she clicks the hammer back but does not fire instead putting it back in the holster turning to her room that she rented for the night to change and sulk to keep herself from blowing the felines brains out of his skull. She instead whacks a villager as she walks by with the butt of her gun.
Alright, we insulted each other, you hit me, and I destroyed your pants. Call it even? Hell, if you want to get one good cut in, we'll be even. Sound good? Ian puts his furry hand out for a shake.
Vi returns Fine even, I will take that offer for a good cut, might get what little anger I have left. She pulls out her Scizore just slashing at his hand as it is not vital to his performance. And I did not get my ass tattooed it is only face, arm, tail and thighs.
Ian holds his hand up, allowing you to see the cut heal in mere seconds, closing before your eyes. Sorry, I'll be sure to watch your ass closely for any signs of change, just to ensure accuracy Ian accents this by childishly sticking his tongue out at you. He ducks whatever Myali throws at him and take the note to the bar. He waves the envelope at the bartender and says A mutual friend says you have something for us?
Gotcha Ian goes back to sit at the table.
Myali watches Ian do all of this while she tried to digest the fact that the man she loves smells like a cheap woman of the night. When we are ready to depart town please come get me. Ill be on he outskirts with my wagon and horses. Myali slams a small wooden box on the table in front of Ian and leaves the inn. She is fighting back tears.
Inside the box lays a pair of platinum rings set with onyx and diamonds. The one band is thicker with an inlay of onyx and a diamond shaped like the symbol for Norgorber. The other one is thinner with a heart shaped diamond flanked by onyx. Inside with the rings is a beautifully hand written note.
The note is written in elven and reads:
My Dearest Ian,
I know of no other way of expressing my love for you than by taking the ultimate sacrifice for you. When we wear these rings together I will always be able to shield you from harm.
With all of my love,
Myali
Ian takes the box, and places on the thicker ring. He leaves, sitting outside the caravan without saying a word, just calls a cello, leaning on the wagon, and plays something sad and mournful, to try to get Myali to come out.
Vi blinks in slight shock, Well that was unexpected...I think I might go console the girl...since her heart seems to be broken. She stands up heading to the door of the tavern, upon hearing what she knows to be Ians music however she backs down instead heading back to the table.
Myali sits inside and listens to Ian play while she cries. Ian I can hear you out there an I'm still not letting you in. I hope you've got a good reason as to why you smell and look like you do. I love you, damn it. I'm in love with you so much that I'm willing to die protecting you. Myali finished before breaking down and sobbing again.
Ian begins to sings as well, a song about a man who had to do difficult things to pay for what his loved ones deserve.
The caravan door opens and Myali stands there in a simple emerald green dress. Her face is tear stained and she's holding a silk hankerchief. Ian please stop with the sarenading and come talk to me. Please, Ian. She sits on the top step and waits for Ian
Ian sits on the ground near the steps. He looks up and says Sex has always been meaningless for me. Something to offer, something to trade. Coinage. I have a gift planned, and to fund it, more than I have is required. I, for lack of sweeter terms, f!%#ed my way into owning a bordello, the funds from which I am using to make something for you. And me. I asked nito to front some money with me to insure profit, decent workers, decent housing, a nice building. Ian points to the mark on his forehead. This is the ackward residue of a magical spell which energizes me with the ambient magics of the First World. Nothing to be ashamed of. But I realize now that the other things I have done are to be ashamed of. You do not view sex the way I do, and I forgot that. I spent the longest time being unaccountable, alone with the sickness of my mind that you have rid me of, and only recently are the thoughts and feelings of others, namely you, factoring into my life, my thoughts. This is why I did what I did: I used what I had to be able to make us a place to go, to escape when this is all over.
OH, Ian. Why didn't you just as me to help you? Why? I know you only meant to give us a place to live and I still feel guilty about you loosing Null but at that moment all I cared about was having you by my side. Myali walks down and sits next to Ian. She mumbles something in tongue and in front of them food and drink appear.
Dobbs comes to the rest of the group whistling. He is cherishing the feel of whistling for as long as he can, not knowing if the curse will end or not. He is now wearing blue monk robes, and is revealing his face. His black hair is glossy, and his eyes continue to glow a slight green color. As he walks in to see people being shot, sarenading, slapping, and other words that begin with S, Dobbs decides to leave and grab a bite to eat elsewhere.
Ian does the same, and a violin appears in the air, playing a not so much happy as uplifting tune.
Ever had another sentience living jnside your head? It kindof spoils you for communication with others when the only person you talk to already knows what you're thinking before you say it. Ian nibbles meekly at a biscuit.
Myali reaches up and touches Ian's arm. No I haven't and why don't you put that way. As much as I love to listen to you play Id rather sit here and listen to the world with you.
The music hitches and turn sad. My dear, I would put the music away, but it's a comfort to me. Music has always been like a child's blanket to me, soothing, warm. Did I ever tell you that I attended a bards college before I discovered Null, and before Sara?
No you did not. With all of the craziness that has been going on its been a little hard to sit down and enjoy each others company. Why don't we go inside and continue this chat. I've grown cold sitting out here. Myali stands up after cleaning up the food and beverage.
That would be nice. Ian pauses for a moment, sighs, and dismisses the floating violin before entering the wagon and lying on the bedding, sprawling out and stretching like a cat.
Myali shoos Ian over so that she may curls up next to him. Tell me about you Ian. The before Null part, the child good part. I know growing up a half breed was not easy.
For a little it was. My mother died in child-birth, so my elven father took me in. His clan accepted me, and even liked me, but he blamed me for the loss of my mother, and made sure that I knew I was the cause for her loss. He was often violent. Eventually, the elders took me from him. Under one of them, I discovered a taste for music, so they shipped me off to the college of bards. Those days at the college were my happiest, at least, until I met Sara. Ian's furry ears droop as he mention her, and he stops speaking.
Myali sits and listens to Ian. She does not interrupt him until he stops.
Vi spends the night in her room peacefully, The next day if she sees the man she bonked with will give him a small grin. She decided to gather information from some people in the bar to learn about the man they are to protect.
"I do find it quite interesting that in order for you to get information you have to hold your gun." Dobbs comments on Vi when she tells the group what she found out.
Ian says Perhaps a more...endearing approach. Ian goes around the town, asking and gathering information, being sure to check with his girls/guys at his new Bordello, the Violet Room.
I inform my girls, and guys of this if they don't already know. I go to the Administration, purchase and order the License, and return to the bar to inform my allies, and to solicit Nito's half of the front money as payment.
I say nothing, and wait in line. Huh, guess someone already bought them. Wonder what they do? Ah well, who gives a damn, their not mine anymore.
I try to grease the wheels on the delivery date:
10 rounds +
+ Prestidigitation to make the gold dissappear and reappear in the teller's hands
I thank the woman and head back to the bar, to share what I learned, and to solicit Nito's half of the business expense
Interesting...interesting Indeed, I might go talk to the town guard, see if perhaps they can aid us as well. She heads off attempting to use her girlish charm to get the guards to agree without bringing out her revolver.
Thank you very much kind sir After the conversation she goes and informs the party that the city guard is also aware of the situation and can aid if something should happen.
The first thing that Dobbs does after obtaining his skin is go to the local monastery. As he enters the building, he see what he can find out amoung his fellow monks what all is happening that requires a balanced opinion. He also tries to avoid any sparring, because his particular fighting style of rearranging life forces is generally seen as evil, and Dobbs wishes to keep himself in good light amoung his peers.
Vi gathers the 1000 Rounds that are hers before standing up, I will be off for some personal business.
She goes first to a curiour shop with a note in her hand, Can you send this She give him the information.
Many love, Vi
She then goes to the shop that the Raven meantioned in the note, Afternoon sir, I am Vi, a man named the Raven sent me here, said you had a little something something for me?
Vi blinks for a second as she pulls out her revolver and the rounds from her belt reluctantly handing her most prized weapon over, she trust the Raven however when it comes to this. Why do you need it?