[he clears his throat, looking absolutely outraged.]
I am married, my good woman. You harlots are --
[except he stops, because the man in the corner sloooowly looks up at him and stares. the shopkeeper flusters, adjusting his vest nervously, and then just... sinks back.]
... No thank you, ma'am. [he says stiffly, as mr. guy wanders over with the staff in hand.]
Oh, fuck off. First of all, I saw you lookin' at my tits. Second, newsflash, I wasn't trying to hop on your tiny dick, you asshole. I bet your wife masturbates in the bathroom after sex.
[and then she turns around to leave — except mr. guy is suddenly closer? hello. she scowls at him.]
[the shopkeeper splutters, angrily! he looks like he's about to come around the counter, but mr. guy slams the staff on the counter.]
... That's enough. [he says, in a quiet, gruff voice. it carries a lot of weight.] You will be kind to the woman.
[or else, he seems to imply. the shopkeeper very nearly pees himself, sinking down further - did I mention mr. guy is like six foot one? because he is. he glances at harley, and then jerks his chin at the door.]
Come.
[and starts to leave, taking the staff with him. the shopkeeper starts to protest, but mr. guy kind of just glares at him and shuts him up pretty quick.]
[she sticks out her tongue and flips both middle fingers at the shopkeeper on her way out. honestly, she is tempted to try and steal something small as she leaves — but alas she isn't a thief and now she must twerk with her life choices.
following mr. guy, she keeps a respectable distance. you never know who could stab you in the back and all that.]
Not that I don't appreciate the backup, but what's your deal?
[WELL. how could i possibly pass up loot? she's fascinated by the weird looking gun, but if a 16 isn't enough for that then she'll settle for slipping away with a dagger while the shopkeeper is accepting his place as an omega versus the alpha mr. guy.
either way, she raises her eyebrows in surprise.]
... Eh, screw what people think. Most of 'em are garbage. [something about this feels odd to say, but. whatever. we are assimilated.] They're gonna be judging no matter what.
[with a sixteen she can steal both, honestly. a dagger and the weird looking gun! the dagger is just your run of the mill dagger, but the gun is pretty exotic. maybe someone can tell you what that does. or you can just like, experiment with it. it's weird, it has a scope, and doesn't... seem to shoot bullets?]
... I suppose. [mr. guy says. it is a little awkward because he is a little awkward. silence for a few more seconds.] You are looking for a treasure.
[oh, nice. her weapons(?) now. she'll figure out how the gun works... later.]
So you were eavesdropping. [crossing her arms, she looks him up and down. very unsubtly.] Yeah, alright. I'm looking for a very specific treasure. Do you know anything about it?
[the mention of another group, though... that's concerning. there's something like anxiety churning in the pit of her stomach at the thought of coming back empty handed because someone else beat them to the punch.]
Alright, so what can you tell me about this other group?
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anyway, yes! she would. he's talking about the church of aelfric - or rather, the church of all the gods, but aelfric the most. when people talk about the church they're usually talking about the sacred guard, and the sanctum knights that make up the organization, as well as important pontiffs, inquisitors, and other servants of the gods. in fact - even though her brain is A S S I M I L A T E D - it might ping as familiar. the sacred flame... there's a dumb white haired priest who says stuff like that all the time where you used to be, right?
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I am married, my good woman. You harlots are --
[except he stops, because the man in the corner sloooowly looks up at him and stares. the shopkeeper flusters, adjusting his vest nervously, and then just... sinks back.]
... No thank you, ma'am. [he says stiffly, as mr. guy wanders over with the staff in hand.]
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Oh, fuck off. First of all, I saw you lookin' at my tits. Second, newsflash, I wasn't trying to hop on your tiny dick, you asshole. I bet your wife masturbates in the bathroom after sex.
[and then she turns around to leave — except mr. guy is suddenly closer? hello. she scowls at him.]
What?
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... That's enough. [he says, in a quiet, gruff voice. it carries a lot of weight.] You will be kind to the woman.
[or else, he seems to imply. the shopkeeper very nearly pees himself, sinking down further - did I mention mr. guy is like six foot one? because he is. he glances at harley, and then jerks his chin at the door.]
Come.
[and starts to leave, taking the staff with him. the shopkeeper starts to protest, but mr. guy kind of just glares at him and shuts him up pretty quick.]
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following mr. guy, she keeps a respectable distance. you never know who could stab you in the back and all that.]
Not that I don't appreciate the backup, but what's your deal?
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anyway, mr. guy walks with her in silence for a bit, and then:]
You are a dancer. [in that same quiet tone.] People judge you for your looks. I don't think they should.
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either way, she raises her eyebrows in surprise.]
... Eh, screw what people think. Most of 'em are garbage. [something about this feels odd to say, but. whatever. we are assimilated.] They're gonna be judging no matter what.
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... I suppose. [mr. guy says. it is a little awkward because he is a little awkward. silence for a few more seconds.] You are looking for a treasure.
[nice segue there dude]
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So you were eavesdropping. [crossing her arms, she looks him up and down. very unsubtly.] Yeah, alright. I'm looking for a very specific treasure. Do you know anything about it?
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[eyebrow raise. but he adjusts his glasses.]
... No. But I do know there is another group that is looking for it. I recognized the name.
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[the mention of another group, though... that's concerning. there's something like anxiety churning in the pit of her stomach at the thought of coming back empty handed because someone else beat them to the punch.]
Alright, so what can you tell me about this other group?
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They were asking for information in the tavern, earlier.
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Earlier...? How much earlier?
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anyway, yes! she would. he's talking about the church of aelfric - or rather, the church of all the gods, but aelfric the most. when people talk about the church they're usually talking about the sacred guard, and the sanctum knights that make up the organization, as well as important pontiffs, inquisitors, and other servants of the gods. in fact - even though her brain is A S S I M I L A T E D - it might ping as familiar. the sacred flame... there's a dumb white haired priest who says stuff like that all the time where you used to be, right?
anyway.
he thinks for a second.]
... An hour ago.
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[AN HOUR'S HEAD START. NIGHTMARE.]
Do you know where they were headed? What were they told at the tavern?
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[just wondering! in case this turns out to be a false lead and she needs to fight a man before dramatically dying from the poison.]
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as for the name, he stares at her unnervingly for a moment.]
Osvald. [sure, she can have his name. just his first name, though. and he seems uncomfortable giving that much.]
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Okay. Well thanks, Osvald. D'you remember anything else that might be relevant?
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anyway. he scowls at her.]
The other team had an inquisitor with them. [CONTINUES TO BE VAGUELY UNHELPFUL]
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[help.]
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[......... anyway goodbye he's leaving HE DOESN'T EVEN SAY BYE]
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she opens her mouth but nope he's gone now. goodbye forever, sir.]
... Man, what a fuckin' weirdo.
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anyway - is there anything else she'd like to do before she reunites with the others?]
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