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Test Drive Meme {{2}}

You probably know how this works, but just in case, here's the idea:
  1. You put the name of the character you're testing out in the subject line
  2. You write a starter (or several!) in the comment, with the Lethevale AU of your character.
  3. People respond with their characters. Threads occur. Friendships are made. The world is put to rights.
  4. None of the threads in the Test Drive are game-canon.

Here are some prompts to start you off!

1. The Night Is Dark And Full Of Wolves

You're travelling in the area - perhaps heading for the town, perhaps just passing through. Whatever it might be that brings you here, at some point you looked up to find shadows gathering around you. The wolves - big wolves, smart wolves, Lethevale wolves - smell weakness on you.

The worst part? You're not the only one on this road tonight, and the wolves know it. They're corralling you and your fellow-traveller together, surrounding you both and herding you into one nice, easy-to-attack spot.

Here's hoping at least one of you is armed!

2. Dance Like The Devil

Lethevale, like all small towns, has its quaint little traditions. One of them is happening tonight, on the town green - an outdoor party, lit by a great bonfire. There's a hog roast, and vendors selling salted nuts or hot drinks, and alcohol flowing like water. Most of all, there's a dancefloor.

There's one catch, which will be explained to anyone who asks. Tonight, everyone must dance - and everyone must ask at least one stranger to dance with them.

You wouldn't want to disrespect the town traditions, would you?
3. Come Away, Little Child

Sometimes, people in Lethevale go missing. They're usually not found - but try telling that to grieving parents whose child has vanished. Congratulations, you've just been shanghaied into a search party, looking for a little boy who disappeared last night.

Be quick, and you might even find him before the wolves (or something worse) do.

4. Things That Go Bump! In The Night

You're in the King's Head when it happens. Maybe you're lodging there, or maybe you're just after a late-night drink, but whatever brings you here, the peace of late evening is shattered around midnight by the sound of a woman screaming. It's hard to tell where it's coming from, but it keeps on for several minutes - screaming, interspersed by clatters and bangs.

They do say the inn is haunted, and the landlord will certainly nod sagely and tell you it's the sound of unquiet spirits, if you ask him. But ghosts aren't really real. Are they?

insufficientjewel: (New dawn)

Faramir ("Francis Fletcher") | Lord of the Rings

[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2016-12-30 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
2 - Dance Like The Devil
Francis could hardly avoid the dance in good conscience, even if he had wanted to. After all, he was here to observe local traditions, and what better way of observing them than to take part?

He's there as soon as he can be, dressed in his Sunday best and with a notebook and stub of pencil tucked surreptitiously in the front pocket of his waistcoat. For a time, he's content to stand by and observe - he isn't a particularly outgoing man, nor is he particularly sure of his dancing ability - but he won't let himself be a bystander all evening. Eventually, he approaches the nearest person to catch his eye, and bows shallowly to them, offering a little smile.

"Would you care to dance?" he asks, and holds out one brown hand. "It's tradition, I believe. Though I can't say I know the steps as well as I should like." This last comes with a little laugh, as though to say Don't worry, I shan't take myself too seriously.

3 - Come Away, Little Child
As soon as he heard of the boy's disappearance, Francis hurried to make himself useful, and has been with the search party from the beginning. It's been some time, and the people he's with have swung towards the woods, when he catches the sleeve of the person beside him and points. "Look! Do you see that?"
warrior_princess: (Hull's okay.)


[personal profile] warrior_princess 2017-01-01 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Pol is a regular feature as the new barback-slash-bouncer, lurking at the edges of the tavern and keeping watch. Out here there are a lot fewer edges, and even off-duty she keeps an eye on the barmaids distributing beer from a cask.

Her eyes traverse the distance from Francis's eyes to his toes and back before her full lips twist into a smirk. "You're sure about this? It's not like you're starved for choice. I see a couple dozen sweeter boys and girls you could ask."
insufficientjewel: (Small smile)

[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-01 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
That isn't quite the response he was expecting, but he takes it in good part, smiling back at her. "I am asking you, miss," he says, quite seriously. "And if you'd sooner not dance with me, I promise you I shan't be upset by it, so long as you don't take the chance to put yourself down."
witbastard: (Fitz is a sulky child)

FitzChivalry Farseer ("Tom Badgerlock") | Realm of the Elderlings

[personal profile] witbastard 2016-12-30 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
2: Dance Like The Devil
Tom isn't a dancing person. He's really, really not. Even when he was a younger, freer man he wasn't a dancing person. However, his 'dog' is certainly a hog roast person, and it's become entirely clear that having passed the fair, he won't be getting away until Nighteyes has wolfed down at least a piglet's worth of pig. To avoid having to wrestle a very large canine off the communal hog, he has acquired a heaped plate of pork, and is feeding it to Nighteyes a strip at a time, while the big wolf-like animal lolls his tongue happily and laps up the attention small children lavish on him. Tom himself is less pleased about attention, and has chosen a nice dark corner to sip cider and glower, hoping nobody notices his failure to dance, or is at least too intimidated to call him out.

3: Come Away, Little Child
There's not much which would tempt Tom to put himself forward before the town. But a missing child is one of the things for which he'll sacrifice his privacy. He's leading a search party into the woods, his big dog weaving and snuffling through the trees ahead of them in search of the missing child. He knows the woods well, and blazes the trees as he delves deeper through the trees, calling to those following him to keep close.
"Make sure you've at least one person with you wherever you go, and keep my marks in your sight if you're not often in the woods. He can't have gone too far, and Nighteyes can seek him out as well as any wolf, now he's got his scent in his nose." He probes the soft earth with his stick, moving brambles and nettles aside to glance between roots and into badger setts. Despite his confident words, he knows age is catching up to Nighteyes, and his nose and eyes aren't what they were. He doesn't want to walk past the child, blinded by overconfidence. But speed is of the essence.
Edited 2017-01-02 15:16 (UTC)
someguywithglasses: (a)


[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-02 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Amamiya picked his way between the trees, looking thin and gangly in clothing that was obviously cut for a man of thicker build.

He carried a lantern that he reasoned was practical, as it might attract attention in the unlikely chance that the child was close enough to see it. Alternatively, it might help if he himself ended up separated from the others, which he understood was much likelier than one might think.

But he wasn't holding out any particular hope that they'd find what they were looking for. Most probably, this child was now either hopelessly lost or unconscious -- dying, if not dead. He'd received correspondence about such cases and read about them in the newspapers, and the incidence of happy outcomes to terse accounts of how the object of a search could not be found was... discouraging.

Something in the soft, muddy earth gave way, and Amamiya quickly found himself half-skidding, half-tumbling down a steep slope. Several savaged shrubs later, he had reached the bottom. Well, there was only one thing to do now, and that was cast around in the leaves for his glasses.
Edited 2017-01-02 18:19 (UTC)
witbastard: (what.)

[personal profile] witbastard 2017-01-02 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Hearing the scrabble of earth and leaves and man, Tom turned back, gesturing at Nighteyes to carry on ahead when the big dog paused to look back, question in his yellow eyes. Sure-footed and almost silent even on the loose scree, the woodsman lifted his small shuttered lantern and peered over the sheer edge, holding a hanging branch with his free hand for safety's sake.

His gaunt face was clearly unimpressed, even in the limited light and behind his scruffy beard. "If you've nothing broken, you'd better get back up and return to town. We've already lost one person in the woods tonight. We're trying to lower that number, not raise it."
someguywithglasses: (I can't see without my glasses)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-02 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see... perhaps that's best," said Amamiya, though frankly he wasn't going anywhere without his glasses. Find his way back to town with blurry vision and dark woods all around him? No, thanks.

His fingers caught on something curved and stiff in among the soft leaves. He picked it up, and though he could tell it was not what he was looking for, the feel was familiar enough that he brought it to his face anyway, squinting a little at it in the dimness.

"Hmm," he said, trying to adjust his glasses out of habit, though of course he lifted only empty air. "A distal phalanx." It was just a little gristled, that was all; the texture had thrown him off at first. Likely it hadn't been separated from its owner long enough to be properly stripped to the bone.
witbastard: (Shock horror!)

[personal profile] witbastard 2017-01-03 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"A finger!?" Not stopping to explain why a simple peasant like him had a solid understanding of medical terms, Tom whistled for Nighteyes and started down the slope to Amamiya. His descent was a lot slower than the other man's, but then it was also a lot more dignified as he scrambled down in a zig-zag, using his staff for balance. "Adult? Child? Old or new?" His nostrils twitched, as though he could smell like a dog, discover the information from the air itself.
someguywithglasses: (chat)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-03 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Let's not rush," said Amamiya, casting about carefully with his other hand. Ah, there were his spectacles. He put them on and then turned the delicate bone in his fingers.

"The epiphysis is unfused. I believe the owner of this bone is female, around twelve years old." Well, that part at least would be consistent with the child they were looking for. He began scanning the area carefully for scraps of cloth, bits of hair, or other larger traces.

"But I don't think it belongs to the missing girl. There are signs of extensive gnawing." In fact, the presence of the finger bone didn't even mean its owner was in the immediate vicinity, as rodents or other scavengers sometimes liked to carry off little souven --

Dim light reflected off the polished wood of a child's ring, mostly hidden by the rotting leaves.

"...However, I believe that the body is close by. Would you mind leaving one or two men here? I would like to look for it."
witbastard: (Wary)

[personal profile] witbastard 2017-01-03 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, let's rush," Tom returned sharply. "If there's even the slimmest chance that either child is still alive, time is of the essence." He nodded towards Nighteyes, who was bounding down the slope towards his master. "We'll take Nighteyes and go together. Before you find another pitfall. Hold steady here!" The last he called up the hill to the rest of the party.
someguywithglasses: (wakimi)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-03 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm saying that you might disturb minute traces if you're -- " And there was the mutt, bounding after its owner and starting little cascades of leaves and grit down the path.

"...Never mind. Please just watch where you're stepping. Rotted cloth and similar remnants may appear very similar to leaves and debris at this point."

Well, at least this man could be a second pair of hands. Now that he'd been given a purpose, Amamiya felt much more at home. Though he'd rarely taken country air before his move to Lethevale, he picked his now through the little eddies of mud and leaves and moisture with methodical familiarity. His shoes and trousers were caked with mud, but he paid little notice.

Instead, some yards away, he spied what he was looking for -- a frayed, ragged patch of brown that might have been a half-decayed leaflet dropped in the mud and forgotten. He knelt and scooped away little bits of mud with his bare hands. The pale surface of delicate metatarsal bone appeared first, followed by the longer bones of the arm.

Not the missing girl; this body had clearly been exposed to predation and the elements for far too long. However, the little bit of bone that Amamiya held was a perfect match.
witbastard: (Wary)

[personal profile] witbastard 2017-01-03 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Tom resisted the urge to roll his eyes at being lectured. He'd looked over his share of bodies, although in fairness he usually wasn't looking for them. Biting back a sharp reply, he crouched beside the younger man, holding his lantern up to cast light on the remains. "Well. She didn't die tonight."
someguywithglasses: (time to get up)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-03 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Amamiya didn't respond to the statement of the obvious. Instead, he worked carefully to free more of the body of the girl from the soft earth.

There was a gash in her skull, to which only a few remaining patches of hair and gristle still clung. Amamiya carefully took in the state of the tattered remnants of an old pinafore and the ancillary scratches and scrapes to the rest of the bone.

"I believe I recall reading about a child that went missing from town some months ago. This body would meet the description."

One of the search party had lost his patience and made his way down from the path to join the impromptu gathering. The additional lantern light cast an eerie pall over the old body.

"There is still the case of the other missing child. I'll remain here."
witbastard: (Regret)

[personal profile] witbastard 2017-01-04 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Tom looked him up and down doubtfully. Obviously it was a good idea to leave somebody with the body, but he had his reservations about leaving this city boy on his own in the woods.

"Make sure somebody stays with you," he said shortly, turning away. "The way back to town is marked." His jaw ground, his fists clenched very tightly around his stick and lantern. One child gone was bad enough. Two was a horrible tragedy, however long ago this girl had died. He had to choke down anger at the carelessness of their parents, letting them slip away into such dangerous woods, although if pressed he would have had to admit that he'd given Hap just as much free rein at that age, and that he himself at twelve was always sneaking off or wandering wild.
holyusername: (Let's be the Gap Band)

Dick Grayson | DC Universe

[personal profile] holyusername 2017-01-02 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
1 - The Night is Dark

Damn. Dick had known that running into wolves was a possibility -- it's a possibility on every backwoods road in this part of the country -- but he hadn't realized there would be so many. He takes a step back, and then another, noticing how their eyes glitter, reaching into the inner pocket of his cloak, and his fingers close around the small wooden dart gun concealed there. Dick's loath to waste his supply of the sedating venom on a pack of wild dogs, but he's not sure he has another choice, and to make matters worse, he's not alone. Dick glances over his shoulder at his companion. "Do all wolves have glowing eyes," he calls, "or is it just the ones you meet when you're on the road alone?" He's not smiling, but the words are light and devil-may-care. If he's afraid, he's not showing it.

4 - Bump in the night

Dick sits bolt upright in his bed when the screaming starts, eyes wide, breath coming in starts. It's the work of a moment to throw a dressing-gown around his shoulders and yank the belt into a careless knot; it's less than a minute before he's stumbling out of his door and making his way down the halls, one hand on the wall next to him, trying to pinpoint where the sound is coming from. "Are you hearing this?" he asks the first person he meets. "Please tell me you hear it too. I'd hate to be up at two in the morning and mad."
witbastard: (u wanna go blud?)


[personal profile] witbastard 2017-01-03 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
There's a wolf behind them, too, although this one is old and rangy, smaller than the Lethevale wolves, but gamely snarling at the pack through worn teeth. His owner shrugs, unhitching his rifle from his back. "Anything you meet on the road alone tends to have that look." He steps up to stand beside Dick, raising his rifle. "But unlike bandits, wolves usually haven't learnt that ammunition is finite." With a deafening crack, Tom fires at the ground in front of the wolves.
Edited 2017-01-03 01:57 (UTC)
holyusername: (Beat for beat)

[personal profile] holyusername 2017-01-10 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Dick's adoptive guardian, Lord Wayne, might harbor intense antipathy toward guns, but in this moment, Dick himself is quite glad his chance companion has one. The wolves yelp and scramble back, startled by the shot. They don't stop circling, but they do fall back several feet, making a wider ring around the travelers.

"They're blasted hungry," Dick observes, glancing from one wolf to the other, trying to follow all of them at once, watching warily as the beasts begin to draw closer. "You'd think there was nothing to eat but us for miles!"

He reaches further into his coat, passing over the darts, and pulling out instead a stick of a strange shape -- flattened, but bent in the middle, as though it had been broken but bore no sign of being damaged. "Personally," he says, "I prefer something with no ammunition at all." Dick's wrist flicks out, and the boomerang strikes one wolf square in the nose. It whimpers and falls behind its fellows, and the weapon returns to the young man's hand. "No reload time."
zwischenzugs: (tell me what's there below)

god i'm sorry about him already /o\

[personal profile] zwischenzugs 2017-01-08 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Damn. Of course it's wolves; they're way out in the country in the dead of night. Why wouldn't there be wolves?

Among the reasons why Mello prefers cities: no blasted wolves.

"Wouldn't know," he answers, quietly, flatly, eyes locked on the animals in their path. He's keeping a good handle over the icy chill of fear creeping up the back of his neck, and if he's amused by Dick's levity, Mello certainly isn't letting on. "Can't say I've ever seen a wolf this close up before, m'self."

There's a revolver hidden under the tattered black coat he's wearing - stolen, of course, both the gun and the coat - but that's six shots before he'd have to reload, and in the dark, Mello can't say for sure just how many wolves they're facing.

... Maybe he can push this stranger in the wolves' direction and make a run for it while they're distracted. It's not the worst plan he could come up with on the spot. Slowly, Mello inches over toward Dick.

"Y'got any clever ideas for how to deal with a pack o' wolves?"
Edited 2017-01-08 18:29 (UTC)
butterfliesinthebrain: (Nervous)

Delirium (Del Lyon) | Sandman

[personal profile] butterfliesinthebrain 2017-01-03 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
1: The Night Is Dark And Full Of Wolves
Del's bare feet slipped on the cold, muddy ground, toes almost purple with cold, as she hugged herself tightly through her torn and dirty shirt. The young waif's breath huffed out in clouds, fogging her view of the town ahead. At her heels padded her mongrel, keeping a wary eye out for trouble.

But not wary enough. Despite her usual grace, Del was almost frozen solid by the bitter, clear night. She stumbled and fell, sprawled in the icy mud. Barnabas shoved his muzzle in her face insistently as she lay there, protesting, her voice thin and frail in the huge emptiness. It sounded almost as if she was conversing with the dog.

"No, I won't. I don't have to, I can just lie here and the ice can come and I'll go away and melt with the sun."

The dog looked up sharply, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat.

"I saw it melting once, time and bodies and men and women and so it can and I know it can." Del pouted up at the starry sky as the dog backed towards her, standing over her.

"I don't want to. It isn't fair. I don't-"

She was interrupted. The dog broke into furious barking, snarling into the trees. Shadows began to melt from the woods as she scrambled to her feet. Almost without any transition, the dog was running, and the girl with it, as wolves almost as tall as the slight Del gave chase.

They are cornered, up against a recently fallen tree, and Del barely notices that they aren't alone as she backs into the crook of its tangled branches, sobbing. "No! No, the darkness and the teeth and the big bad wolf takes everything and you can't have him, you can't, you can't!" She presses back into the bark, shaking as she falls to the ground to hide behind her knees, dragging the snarling, protective mutt into her arms. "He's mine and you can't!"

2: Dance Like The Devil
Into the firelight, dancing alone, comes a slight teenager in a cheap, torn shirt and ragged skirt hitched up to the waist. She dances a dance that's nothing like any actual dance, whirling like a dervish, her bare feet flashing in the firelight, her tangled and matted hair flying. She laughs as she approaches strangers one by one, offering them a small white hand, not seeming to notice or care about gender or age, and drags them to the fire.

"I danced once," she informs her latest partner solemnly. "I was ballet and I could spin and leap and the world stood and applauded so you should dance too. I used to dance so much, when I was Delight, and all the colours danced with me into the sky. It's easy, you just make yourself be in the music. Dance with me."
crafted_divinity: (Something familiar)


[personal profile] crafted_divinity 2017-01-03 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Robin had never been to a dance like this before. Well really she had never been to any event like this before, though there were a few things it reminded her of back in Italy. The convent had played music on a number of occasions, but there had never been a huge bonfire like this which somewhat amazed her as she watched the flames. Honestly though, she didn't care for the amount of alcohol that was going around and had refused a large number of drinks and offers to dance; often shying away and sticking to the edge of the crowd.

She had just finished laughing at one pair that were out dancing when suddenly she found herself pulled back to her own surroundings as a hand was stretched out to her. Blinking it took the girl a moment to realize what the other was saying.

"I don't know how."

As she continued though Robin seemed to consider it.

"Be in the music? Dance with the colors."
butterfliesinthebrain: (Very clear explanation)

[personal profile] butterfliesinthebrain 2017-01-03 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
On closer inspection, the girl wasn't much younger than Robin herself, though her size and odd behaviour made her seem far more childlike. Her hand was very cold as she grasped Robin's and dragged her into the throng. "You let it come into you and it takes you away and you spin and spin until the world goes and it's just you in the music. It's warm there. I like it."
crafted_divinity: (Gasp)

[personal profile] crafted_divinity 2017-01-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)

Robin had wanted to try and figure out a little more before she was drug out into the midst of things. Though the cool grasp and seeming eagerness didn't really leave her a chance as she followed into the crowd. She didn't understand just what the other meant by allowing it to just take her away, though it did resonate just a little with something inside of her that seemed almost completely forgotten.

"You mean by the fire? Or moving around so many people?"

Looking around she tried to get a better idea for the appropriate movements, making a few small steps and trying to time them to the music that was playing.
someguywithglasses: (smile)

Amamiya Kazuhiko | MPD Psycho

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-03 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
The smell of roast hog was thick and rich and accompanied with notes of char. Amamiya nursed a single drink (his only one since the start of these rowdy affair) and wondered who was going to clean up later. For a little while, he stayed on the edges of the celebration, knowing that he should join in -- surely the townspeople would prefer a medical professional they were familiar with -- and not particularly knowing how. So he stood, like a crow with its foot caught on a strip of flypaper: unable to hop away without looking completely undignified.

There was only one mental prybar by which he was able to take his first steps into the larger circle of dancers, and that was the thought that he must follow the rules. So he turned to the nearest stranger and opened his mouth, at which point a drunken, gangly fellow with wispy yellow hair promptly smashed into him. The contents of exactly one flagon of mead seemingly exploded, sending globs of amber alcohol and foam everywhere.

"Sorry about that, lad!" the man slurred, before promptly half-falling across an empty set of table and chairs.

n... o....
Edited 2017-01-03 22:56 (UTC)
savethetalk: (Really)

[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-04 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well Syrenne was never one to miss a celebration, party, or really any type of gathering in which there was alcohol and good times to be had. She'd been making her way in, out, and through the crowd all night. Chances were most everyone had seen her given her copper hair and tattoos. If not they had certainly heard her at some point through the night, giving calls and shouts across the room and carrying conversations on far louder than necessary. The shy wall flower at the edge of the crowd though didn't escape her attention; such a shame to sit off all alone like that cradling a single drink when there was so much to be had.

As he got up to escape she started over, though she was a few steps too late to keep him from getting plowed into by an idiot. So instead she walked over and just stood there looking at the mess with a hand on her hip.

"I ought to kick his ass for wasting a perfectly fine drink like that."

To emphasize the point she gave the bench chair he was nestled over a hardy push with her boot sending him crashing to the floor.

"Don't worry, it won't stain or anything. Here come on I'll get you something a bit stronger and you won't have to worry a bit about what you're wearing."
someguywithglasses: (kanyeshrug)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-04 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Er..." The idea of asking whether it was really okay to just send a drunk guy to the floor like that did occur, but far be it from Amamiya to discourage someone from engaging in casual violence. Still, he did feel a little bad for the man, who was making vague gurgling noises as he turtled about on his back and generally failed to right himself.

For this reason, Amamiya rolled the drunkard over onto his side so that at least he wouldn't have to worry about choking if he started to heave.

"Frankly, I'm not sure I should try anything stronger. I'd rather not end up like that man..."

The man grunted and fell onto his stomach. Great.

"...And someone might need me later."
Edited 2017-01-04 02:57 (UTC)
savethetalk: (Lean back)

[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Well that wasn't impressive at all. At the objection she just leans in a bit placing her other hand on her hip as to express the fact that she wasn't likely going to take no for an answer.

"Come on, one little drink won't send you into that kind of state even if you are a lightweight. And if someone needs you later we could just sober you right up."

Besides, she was most likely to be the one to need him given the fact she'd already cursed out and driven off the only other doctors in town between brawls and getting a little too close to the local wild life.

"You wouldn't make a pretty woman drink all by herself would you?"
someguywithglasses: (smile)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-04 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not going to involve raw eggs, is it?" Amamiya was quietly relieved, all told. A first refusal was a social thing, and now that he was past it he didn't particularly feel a need to carry on pretending as though he wasn't going to accept the offer.

This woman was direct and difficult to oppose, which was sort of comforting. Wringing out the front of his shirt, Amamiya smiled. "Either way, I suppose you're right. What vintage do you recommend?"

That was a joke, unless of course they actually did have some an excellent selection of wines, which seemed... unlikely. Most of the alcohol he'd seen so far fit nicely into the category of 'things to drink mostly to get drunk'.
savethetalk: (What did ya think)

[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-04 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Not unless you really are a lightweight and can't handle your own when it comes to a decent drink."

True the selection wasn't the best, but Syrenne had found a few bottles of the better stuff tucked away under the bar and she had pried them away from the 'host' the little bash with what little money she'd made in her time around Lethevale.

She was a bit glad to see he wasn't trying to put up much of a fight about actually getting a drink. There might a bit of hope for him after all. Turning around she gestured for him to follow her.

"The type that doesn't look like it has to be chewed, though I found a little treat earlier I'll share if you ask nicely. What's you name anyways?"
someguywithglasses: (chat)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-04 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Amamiya," he said, slipping a coin to a younger boy in exchange for a little parcel of salted nuts. Better than drinking on an empty stomach. He offered it to her first, however.

"I did some drinking in school, though I stopped once I realized I might as well be pouring my academic record out with everything else." Alcohol did have its uses! Bracing a gobsmacked patient, for instance, or dulling the pain of a gushing wound.

"And what about you? Are you a local?"
savethetalk: (Cheeky devil)

[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-08 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Another book worm huh? I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the only one that didn't come here for the reading. Not that I think you'll find too much of it around here if that's your thing."

Declining the offer of nuts, she finished bringing him across the room to a table that was off to the side and had a rather large bottle and several glasses at it.

"No way, just passing through to find a bit of work. Seems like they need someone to take care of a few pests they have and I happen to be an expert at problems like that."

Picking up the bottle and two glasses she poured herself and her new friend a drink.

"Bottom's up, we've got quite a bit to make sure it doesn't go to waste."

[[ooc: Sorry about the delay was called out of town for a few days.]]
someguywithglasses: (this is suboptimal)

no worries

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-09 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Pests? I've heard some pretty strange stories about that, actually..." Amamiya frowned down into his mug, where an amber-tinted double was scowling in turn. He took a long pull.

"Back in the city, it was mostly stray cats and vermin. Although if you let the right fellow bend your ear about it, he'd tell you all about how he drove off a rat as big as your arm and lived to tell the tale."

It was probably the city dweller's version of 'the one that got away'.
savethetalk: (Lean back)

Re: no worries

[personal profile] savethetalk 2017-01-10 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a vacation compared the thins 'round here. Wolves as big as bears, if they're not actually bears."

She'd come across them a few times, and she'd even brought one back though it seemed to vanish almost as soon as she turned it in to collect her payment. Not that it really mattered to her or not whether people believed her about the creatures as long as there was plenty of coin to be made and drinks to be had.

"But that's not the best thing to talk about while drinking. And I didn't come all the way to this place just to watch a bunch of sour faced librarians wrack their brains trying to figure out how old this or that is, or even how to treat a small slip and knock on the head."
someguywithglasses: (hmm)

[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-12 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"As big as..." Wait, wasn't that bad? As in really bad? How big even was a bear? Two meters tall at least, right, standing on two legs? Not that he'd ever actually seen one, but wasn't getting mauled and/or eaten a not-insignificant possibility?

"Frankly, that's alarming," he said with a frown. "Not that I was planning to walk around in the woods with a piece of meat strapped to my back, but I do make house calls."