Post by Lyall British on Jun 12, 2011 22:16:45 GMT -5
The men in brown watched the carriage become dust and hung their heads like they had been defeated instead of blocking the sun from their eyes. Jonathon's eyes went sidelong under the brim of his hat, watching Aloy as he took the woman with him to the stables. It was a curious move. He reached out and put his hand on his companion's shoulder, whose eyes also turned in Aloy's direction.
The men in brown had witnessed much in their life. At one time they transported the most feared object in the world, the Silver Ouroboros, only to be met with a man that could appear directly from the air. They had sworn their souls for passage home and had seen wonders and horrors in exchange. Women drop dead, the flesh of a man change and the ungodly penmenship from a man that seemed to bump his way around the world. When they were soldiers they had lead captives and taken the spoils of war but never in their career, in all their experiences, had they seen a female indebt to a man, to the point he wanted her blood, lead the way for the man after after he had been given a directive.
"Interesting." Jonathon said, though it was unnecessary. His eyes swung down to Jyger and he nodded to the town. They would leave him in the care of someone here, perhaps it was what they owed him being part of the same struggle. It was just... if they ever wished to be home, it was only with Mr. A's favor that they would get there. Jyger would have to be left behind. It would be unfortunate if he died and perhaps a tragic pity if he recovered to find himself the last soldier remaining in the Collector's debt.
Jonathon was one of five men now. The other four turned their backs into the wind and stood in quiet thought. It couldn't be that Lyall was too far off, the dog wasn't good at wandering too far and too long from its master. Whoever his master was now, they knew it could no longer be their employer. That dog tended to stay at the heels of the one he followed. They looked down separate roads and then split, each going a separate way while Jonathon, the new leader, stayed put like a post for all to reconvene at. HIs eyes squinted down the paths, watching the backs of his companions as they weaved into the town. The staring, the surprise at the carriage's departure, had passed. The locals returned to minding their own business. It was as though Cricket's prayer was answered.
Lyall was not far off, as they had thought. He was observing as best he could and now he saw one of the men headed towards him. No. He stepped back and then began walking away from him, stopping at one of the carts to pretend to examine some goods. If he ran away, the man would know it was him. He hoped that if he looked relaxed enough that he wouldn't warrant a second look. How was he to get back to Cricket now with all of this chaos?
"It's this way," Mr. A said to his company, indicating a direction with his hand. It was not said with good humor, "That road, you need to take that road." Insistant, sharp, none of his charm was lost on the current situation. Mr. A had lost some of his snake-like charm, the part of him that was oiled and green. He knew only a few of the future outcomes were ahead, but he could not foresee them all. It was an uncomfortable place for a man like him to be, especially when control was something he so often dominated others with.
Crickets sole intention in leading Aloysius to the stables was that she had finally gotten the opportunity that she might speak with him alone, out of reach of the ears and eyes of all others.
This however, was not to be.
Aloysius seemed to have no desire to speak with her, and as she awaited him to finish his barter for the horses, she was quite irritated by his apparent ignorance to the fact this was the only chance they were likely to get to speak with one another and watched him walk away without a glance to her.
As he gave her no opportunity, and began to lead the horses out of the stables and off toward the inne..she would have stopped him, determined to have her say.
Something else would arrest her attention however..something she could not ignore or put off..and putting the current, and very important business at hand aside, she turned..and walked slowlly back through the stable to the rear paddock.
Unless someone came looking for her..unless they searched the recesses of the stables and the enclosed paddock behind them..they would not see her for perhaps an hour or more.
The issue she now had at hand had to do with her own children and had nothing to do with the men in brown, the Stags, Aloysius, Lyall or Mr. A.
What occurred in that hour, was her own personal detour.
He wanted to launch into a barrage of questions with Cricket as they walked to the stables but her cold shoulder silence stymied smothered any intentions of doing such and inwardly he was harshly cursing himself. He had to know what he'd become involved in, who the "Wolves" were, who had been trundled into the carriage, where they were being taken, and for all that, the importance of the silver bracelet couched in the box of which he he had caught the briefest glimpse.
Even though he was a patient and accepting man, he was growing irritated by the situation. The secrecy, the brusqueness, and the short burst of violence witnessed. He was gruff and somewhat short with the stable master when concluding business, but the man took no notice. He led the horses out of the stables glancing over a shoulder looking for Cricket.
She wasn't among the horses and she hadn't stayed behind to speak with the stable master. In fact she wasn't to be seen. Abruptly, he stopped just out outside the stables, some of the horses stumbling into one another.
"Gods, woman!" He snapped the words out vehemently, his ire getting the better of him. He wanted so much to scream her name out loud in anger but he hadn't any wish to garner more attention than he already apparently had. A few of the locals had tarried to ponder what he intended with the small herd. Silently he fumed as he gave Cricket a few minutes longer to reappear and walk with him back to the Inne. When the greater portion of an hour had passed, He decided she could make her way back to the Inne. His temper was growing shorter by the minute and was compounded by the fact he foolishly thought it was necessary to remain in her company.
"To the Nine Hells with this, I'm wasting time!" tightening his grips on the reins, he again began to lead the horses. Occasionally he would throw glances over his shoulder but still there was no Cricket. All the way back to the Inne, he grumbled and swore under his breath.Why hadn't he seized the opportunity to speak with her when they had been alone?He didn't have to wait for her to speak first, and now she had slipped off somewhere and most likely thinking he had no desire to speak to her How in the Nine Hells could he have been so stupid!?
The last two, three days sleep hadn't come easy and he ate and drank very little which had some bearing on his lack of mental prowess "Still no damned excuse!"he snapped quietly at himself. The comment caused a [passing local to turn and stare at him as he walked by. "You've been in worse situations during wartime and with far less information." And still he hadn't seen Cricket. He knew she couldn't have been far,and she had a way of slipping in and out of sight undetected. No, she would appear when she felt the time was right. Before he fully realised it, with his mind reeling with angry thoughts, he was once again in front of the Inne. He saw the injured man hadn't been carried off and wondered how long they would let his wound fester before showing any civility in seeking help for him. This was another thing that fueled his ire. Even if the man had threatened him within half an inch of his life, he still would have seen to his needs himself if need be, but he had fulfilled his obligation in rounding up horses and found Cricket even if she was momentarily absent so therefore anything else was not of his concern.
But there was one he had a loose obligation to fulfill and that was the rescue, or so he had assumed. When he thought more on it, it really didn't matter terribly, it certainly didn't interfere with any plans.And it just might even answer some questions, for which maybe even Cricket had no answers. So it was in for a penny, in for a pound, he would see this through to the end.So just where in the Nine Hells was Cricket...?
(( Rp exchange between Lyall British, Rogue Cricket, and Aloysius StClaire.))
The men in brown had witnessed much in their life. At one time they transported the most feared object in the world, the Silver Ouroboros, only to be met with a man that could appear directly from the air. They had sworn their souls for passage home and had seen wonders and horrors in exchange. Women drop dead, the flesh of a man change and the ungodly penmenship from a man that seemed to bump his way around the world. When they were soldiers they had lead captives and taken the spoils of war but never in their career, in all their experiences, had they seen a female indebt to a man, to the point he wanted her blood, lead the way for the man after after he had been given a directive.
"Interesting." Jonathon said, though it was unnecessary. His eyes swung down to Jyger and he nodded to the town. They would leave him in the care of someone here, perhaps it was what they owed him being part of the same struggle. It was just... if they ever wished to be home, it was only with Mr. A's favor that they would get there. Jyger would have to be left behind. It would be unfortunate if he died and perhaps a tragic pity if he recovered to find himself the last soldier remaining in the Collector's debt.
Jonathon was one of five men now. The other four turned their backs into the wind and stood in quiet thought. It couldn't be that Lyall was too far off, the dog wasn't good at wandering too far and too long from its master. Whoever his master was now, they knew it could no longer be their employer. That dog tended to stay at the heels of the one he followed. They looked down separate roads and then split, each going a separate way while Jonathon, the new leader, stayed put like a post for all to reconvene at. HIs eyes squinted down the paths, watching the backs of his companions as they weaved into the town. The staring, the surprise at the carriage's departure, had passed. The locals returned to minding their own business. It was as though Cricket's prayer was answered.
Lyall was not far off, as they had thought. He was observing as best he could and now he saw one of the men headed towards him. No. He stepped back and then began walking away from him, stopping at one of the carts to pretend to examine some goods. If he ran away, the man would know it was him. He hoped that if he looked relaxed enough that he wouldn't warrant a second look. How was he to get back to Cricket now with all of this chaos?
"It's this way," Mr. A said to his company, indicating a direction with his hand. It was not said with good humor, "That road, you need to take that road." Insistant, sharp, none of his charm was lost on the current situation. Mr. A had lost some of his snake-like charm, the part of him that was oiled and green. He knew only a few of the future outcomes were ahead, but he could not foresee them all. It was an uncomfortable place for a man like him to be, especially when control was something he so often dominated others with.
Crickets sole intention in leading Aloysius to the stables was that she had finally gotten the opportunity that she might speak with him alone, out of reach of the ears and eyes of all others.
This however, was not to be.
Aloysius seemed to have no desire to speak with her, and as she awaited him to finish his barter for the horses, she was quite irritated by his apparent ignorance to the fact this was the only chance they were likely to get to speak with one another and watched him walk away without a glance to her.
As he gave her no opportunity, and began to lead the horses out of the stables and off toward the inne..she would have stopped him, determined to have her say.
Something else would arrest her attention however..something she could not ignore or put off..and putting the current, and very important business at hand aside, she turned..and walked slowlly back through the stable to the rear paddock.
Unless someone came looking for her..unless they searched the recesses of the stables and the enclosed paddock behind them..they would not see her for perhaps an hour or more.
The issue she now had at hand had to do with her own children and had nothing to do with the men in brown, the Stags, Aloysius, Lyall or Mr. A.
What occurred in that hour, was her own personal detour.
He wanted to launch into a barrage of questions with Cricket as they walked to the stables but her cold shoulder silence stymied smothered any intentions of doing such and inwardly he was harshly cursing himself. He had to know what he'd become involved in, who the "Wolves" were, who had been trundled into the carriage, where they were being taken, and for all that, the importance of the silver bracelet couched in the box of which he he had caught the briefest glimpse.
Even though he was a patient and accepting man, he was growing irritated by the situation. The secrecy, the brusqueness, and the short burst of violence witnessed. He was gruff and somewhat short with the stable master when concluding business, but the man took no notice. He led the horses out of the stables glancing over a shoulder looking for Cricket.
She wasn't among the horses and she hadn't stayed behind to speak with the stable master. In fact she wasn't to be seen. Abruptly, he stopped just out outside the stables, some of the horses stumbling into one another.
"Gods, woman!" He snapped the words out vehemently, his ire getting the better of him. He wanted so much to scream her name out loud in anger but he hadn't any wish to garner more attention than he already apparently had. A few of the locals had tarried to ponder what he intended with the small herd. Silently he fumed as he gave Cricket a few minutes longer to reappear and walk with him back to the Inne. When the greater portion of an hour had passed, He decided she could make her way back to the Inne. His temper was growing shorter by the minute and was compounded by the fact he foolishly thought it was necessary to remain in her company.
"To the Nine Hells with this, I'm wasting time!" tightening his grips on the reins, he again began to lead the horses. Occasionally he would throw glances over his shoulder but still there was no Cricket. All the way back to the Inne, he grumbled and swore under his breath.Why hadn't he seized the opportunity to speak with her when they had been alone?He didn't have to wait for her to speak first, and now she had slipped off somewhere and most likely thinking he had no desire to speak to her How in the Nine Hells could he have been so stupid!?
The last two, three days sleep hadn't come easy and he ate and drank very little which had some bearing on his lack of mental prowess "Still no damned excuse!"he snapped quietly at himself. The comment caused a [passing local to turn and stare at him as he walked by. "You've been in worse situations during wartime and with far less information." And still he hadn't seen Cricket. He knew she couldn't have been far,and she had a way of slipping in and out of sight undetected. No, she would appear when she felt the time was right. Before he fully realised it, with his mind reeling with angry thoughts, he was once again in front of the Inne. He saw the injured man hadn't been carried off and wondered how long they would let his wound fester before showing any civility in seeking help for him. This was another thing that fueled his ire. Even if the man had threatened him within half an inch of his life, he still would have seen to his needs himself if need be, but he had fulfilled his obligation in rounding up horses and found Cricket even if she was momentarily absent so therefore anything else was not of his concern.
But there was one he had a loose obligation to fulfill and that was the rescue, or so he had assumed. When he thought more on it, it really didn't matter terribly, it certainly didn't interfere with any plans.And it just might even answer some questions, for which maybe even Cricket had no answers. So it was in for a penny, in for a pound, he would see this through to the end.So just where in the Nine Hells was Cricket...?
(( Rp exchange between Lyall British, Rogue Cricket, and Aloysius StClaire.))