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| Topic: The Crimson Vixar Tavern | |
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*When Rat calls her nightengale again she grabs the new elf and gives him a huge kiss*
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*When Rat calls her nightengale again she grabs the new elf and gives him a huge kiss* *nearly falls off his barstool for a moment... then simply enjoys the kiss* |
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*Rathil bursts out laughing and pours another hills ale and slides it to the elf.*
That there deserves another pint my good man. *Looks to the woman* Honestly dear, that was your big plan? Trying to make me jealous? You are going to have to do a little better than that. *Leans over the bar towards Icarus and whispers loud enough so Cosmina can hear him* If you play your cards right tonight, I think I can get you laid. *Looks back toward the woman and winks* |
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*When Rat leans in close enough, before he can finish his train of thought, Cosmina reaches with a fist and punches Rat in the jaw hard enough to shatter her knuckles*
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Trying to compose himself (but still blushing like a ripe tomato), Icarus says to Rathil: "Perhaps when you have recovered from that blow to the jaw you could introduce me to the lady? I percieve she has some trouble speaking... and I gather that "Nightingale" is not a desired nickname... "
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*When Rat leans in close enough, before he can finish his train of thought, Cosmina reaches with a fist and punches Rat in the jaw hard enough to shatter her knuckles* *Rathil lets himself fall backwards behind the bar. When he is out of sight of Cosmina he lets himself grin. Even though it really hurts to do so now. He spits out a bit of the blood and before he stands up again grabs a towel and wraps some ice in it. As he stands up he winks at Cosmina again and sets the ice down in front of her for her hand.* Good to see that even with your voice gone you still have fight in you. *Rubs his jaw a bit* That was a good hit. |
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Trying to compose himself (but still blushing like a ripe tomato), Icarus says to Rathil: "Perhaps when you have recovered from that blow to the jaw you could introduce me to the lady? I percieve she has some trouble speaking... and I gather that "Nightingale" is not a desired nickname... " *Grins at the man* She already kissed you friend, how much more of an introduction would you like? |
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*Grins at the man* She already kissed you friend, how much more of an introduction would you like? "Call me old-fashioned, but I like to know the name of a lady.. usually BEFORE the first kiss." |
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*Rubs her hand, the knuckles start instantly swelling and turning purple. She grits her teeth but other then that shows now indication of pain. She looks back at Incrus and strokes his hair with her last good hand*
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Edited by
Rathil_Thads
on
Sun 05/04/08 06:25 PM
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*Grins at the man* She already kissed you friend, how much more of an introduction would you like? "Call me old-fashioned, but I like to know the name of a lady.. usually BEFORE the first kiss." *Really starts laughing now* You are right, you really aren't from around here are you? *There is already a bruise forming underneath Rathils Jaw as well. Aside from occasionally wiping away a bit of the blood still coming from his cut lip Rathil doesn't seem to mind the pain.* |
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*Rubs her hand, the knuckles start instantly swelling and turning purple. She grits her teeth but other then that shows now indication of pain. She looks back at Incrus and strokes his hair with her last good hand* *practically purrs with satisfaction* "You certainly know how to please this fellow. Would you let me take a look at your wounded hand? Perhaps I could use some of my Elvish lore to heal it?" |
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*Grins at the man* She already kissed you friend, how much more of an introduction would you like? "Call me old-fashioned, but I like to know the name of a lady.. usually BEFORE the first kiss." *Really starts laughing now* You are right, you really aren't from around here are you? "What gave it away?" *Tips Rathil a sly wink* |
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*Rolls her eyes at the elvish lore and shakes her head once again proving elves are always full of themselves.*
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*Rubs her hand, the knuckles start instantly swelling and turning purple. She grits her teeth but other then that shows now indication of pain. She looks back at Incrus and strokes his hair with her last good hand* *practically purrs with satisfaction* "You certainly know how to please this fellow. Would you let me take a look at your wounded hand? Perhaps I could use some of my Elvish lore to heal it?" *Rathil looks at the man and sighs* That... my friend was not playing your cards right. Ah well maybe next time. Way I see it is if I keep pissing her off your chances keep going up. *He says with a sly wink to Cosmina* Apparantly she thinks I have a reason to be jealous. Not quite sure how that thought process got to her but we will see what we can do with it. |
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*Excuses herself for a moment in her own way and waunders slowly up the stairs for a few minutes(
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*watches the mysterious lady walk away*
"So, Rathil. What's the story between you and her?" |
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*Rathil still has his wry smile going across his face as he watches the woman accend up the stairway. He starts to say something to Icarus.*
A fiery one s... *Then is eyes go wide as he realizes that his Rum is upstairs.* AH! THE RUM!! *Rathil jumps over the bar and runs up the stairs as fast as he can and into his room* |
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*He finds all the doors upstairs locked including his.*
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*watches this commotion with amusement and finding himself alone, whistles a tune of his own composition to himself*
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*He finds all the doors upstairs locked including his.* *Quickly fishing the key out of his pocket and fumbling around with it in the lock for a few seconds he finally hears the click of the lock and pushes into the door.* |
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