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Post by Giant Brother on Oct 19, 2008 20:57:02 GMT -5
"Yeowch." The boy said, cringing. "That was absolutely frigid, miss. Absolutely frigid. Did you have a bad run in with a boy as a child or something?"
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 20, 2008 17:40:29 GMT -5
Daristan turned to face the figure that had tapped him and asked him the question... was he warm? What kind of insane of question was that? Nobody would be warm in this environment, the cold of neverwinter was strong. He was so perplexed by the randomness of the question, that he did not hear fully the familiar voice in the backdrop, focusing more on this hooded figure beside him.
"The cold of Neverwinter bites us all." Daristan replied, his voice raspy and low, before turning his head back forward toward the front of the hall.
"Leave me be." He concluded, not wanting anymore to deal with crazy questions.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 20, 2008 19:41:12 GMT -5
"I apologize, sir, but will you live much longer?" The woman pressed, honestly concerned. Humans were usually more durable hosts in cold like this. These were humans, weren't they?
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 20, 2008 19:59:35 GMT -5
Upon the second questioning, Daristan fully turned to the cloaked figure next to him. He had enough of these, non-sense questions
"You're too persistent for your own good." Daristan muttered aloud, his voice growing more irritated and hostile. He knew however, that if he were to start some kind of brawl, he'd be kicked out of the halls of the castle... or worse depending on the mood of host of the keep. Instead he continued his form of intimidation. Though his voice became more hostile, he was making sure to keep it low, just in case one of the so called 'heroes' around him made the mistake that he was causing trouble. So many things could go wrong, he had to make sure that he didn’t slip up, yet hold his ground.
"Leave... me... be..." Daristan said, a pause between each word, his voice giving the impression that this was his final warning.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 20, 2008 20:32:10 GMT -5
The woman wasn't going to back down, either. Like she found a challenge to get her circulation moving. "It was a very simple question."
She raised her head, and for that second, Daristan could see twin glowing green orbs scanning him. Maybe the alien felt a pang of the same need for caution, because she left it alone there, dropped her head and moved away, somewhere behind him.
"Excuse me," she mumbled to someone else, "are you warm?"
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 20, 2008 20:37:29 GMT -5
"No," the hooded man, the one who swore earlier, answered her testily, "I'm freezing, damn it! And so will everyone else if something isn't done." He turned toward her and she could see inside his hood, a rugged face, carved thin with the life of one with too many things to worry about. Haggard might have been a good word. But there was a fire in his eyes, one that suggested he was not a man to be trifled with. "Why don't you go home and stoke your fireplace? Garnish warmth from that while you still can, before it no longer provides warmth, either. Leave things to those who won't die the moment something comes down on them."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 20, 2008 21:02:10 GMT -5
"Well, that's not entirely fair. I could deal with a volcano." The woman answered conversationally. She lifted her head enough to catch his gaunt face, her own slim blue jaw and lips a too-soft contrast. "Is that why all of these people are here? This cold is one unnatural?"
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 20, 2008 21:11:35 GMT -5
"Hmph," he huffed in annoyance. "No, all these people are here thinking they're worth more than the muck on the streets. They're useless and they'll only get in the way. But yes, the cold is unnatural. Or haven't you put your hand up to a flame for warmth lately, only to find the amount it shares isn't what it should be?"
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 20, 2008 21:24:06 GMT -5
"I haven't." She answered honestly, looking away at the flashier heroes in the room. Silent for a long moment, she glanced back at him. "...What's your name?"
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 20, 2008 22:28:32 GMT -5
"That's none of your business," he snapped gruffly.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 21, 2008 0:27:17 GMT -5
"I don't usually get that answer." The woman observed, then looked around again for a more polite potential host. Nobody here was showing skin. "How widespread is this cold problem?"
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Post by Toriji on Oct 21, 2008 8:59:42 GMT -5
Dynne listened in on the two. His soul even began to shake, it was physical now and felt the frigid temperatures as well. This shaking warmed him back to a state to converse in. He listened for the woman's name. She was beyond odd and obviously not from the surrounding environment.
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Post by The Silent Orator on Oct 21, 2008 9:23:25 GMT -5
"No," Skye merely replied. "I simply have no interest in boys right now."
If one was observant and knowledgable in behaviorial patterns, one could notice the slight stress she put on the word "boys" as if trying to imply the person bothering her seemed a bit too immature.
She put her hair back in her hood and pulled it over her head while at the same time, stuffing her amulet beneath her robes. The less she had to appeal to the guy, the better. Time was of the essence and she was working against it if she was to slowly improve her powers.
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 21, 2008 10:30:51 GMT -5
"Not nearly as bad as it will be if there isn't something done," the hooded man answered the woman. "Not that I expect you to understand that."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Oct 21, 2008 23:35:30 GMT -5
And Dynne probably wouldn't catch it. In Pyran culture, it was unspeakably rude to give out one's name without being directly asked.
"I understand." The alien contradicted passively, only glancing at the hooded man to say it. "Disease spreads if it is not treated."
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