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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 7:37:14 GMT
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mika accepts his fifth mug with some grace. the other tavern-goers really shouldn't be this surprised. not when every mug was filled to the brim with sparkling cider. reconnaissance can be rather pointless if one was inebriated before the conversational juices even started flowing. nobody really notices. or cares, for that matter.
if anything, it's only a testament to how long he's been listening here. dead men told no tales, but drunk men told plenty. the brew is almost disgustingly sweet, but mika has put up with worse to blend in.
today, he kept his long white hair tied up and tucked securely into his hood. no need to risk attracting unnecessary attention today. not on any day.
the chatter is mundane enough, but mika is skilled enough to pick up on a few nuggets. he is intelligent enough to piece the fragments together. what he gets in the end is a patchwork picture, but it's better than what he had before.
he takes another sip and decides that he can only last about another mug before slipping to the toilet.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 12:18:45 GMT
 Being in an inn was one of the places where Chryssa could say that she felt most at home. The warmth that radiated from the kitchen, the savory smells of the food ( or was that just the alcohol? ) cooking, and the lull of people chatting made her wonder more than once why she didn't just open her own inn. It sure didn't seem to be that hard once the location and staff were arranged - but of course she was still something of a kid, and it wasn't like she was that interested in owning a business anyway. It didn't suit her.
That didn't mean that she didn't enjoy spending time in them, however. Chryssa had seemed to pick a particularly nice inn, one where she could have sworn that a few people looked a bit familiar. She didn't bother to get closer to check.
Against her luck, the place was filled from what she could see - all except for a table with a strange hooded figure. While her brain told her to turn tail and go look for a different place to sit, maybe one with a friendlier looking guest. At the same time, Chryssa seemed to dismiss everything her brain said and took a seat adjacent from Mika, bright grin adorning her face.
"Hi!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 5:04:22 GMT
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mika had been counting on his hood to deter anyone from attempting a conversation with him. apparently, this girl had missed the memo.
and really, mika is the reason why parents tell their children not to talk to strangers. he has a knife concealed in his sleeves and a few bottles of poison stowed away in his belt. not that anyone would really know without searching him. not that he feels like trying anything in this place. anyway, he wasn’t needlessly cruel.
“...did you need something?” his voice gives away nothing.
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