Long days training what amount to a group of idiots with swords. I wish the best for them I really do but sometimes… I honestly wonder if they even know the business side of a blade.
A small grumble broke pale red lips; eyes of dark blue swept over a bar half populated by templars and the other populated by non-wizard civilians. Steel brushed some of his white locks aside; they were getting slightly longer than he’d like and were starting to cut into his vision. He didn’t enforce hair regulations on his men; as long as it was kept so that they could still fight he didn’t really care. His eyes slowly returned to the mug in front of him; it was half filled with mead and the other half was air thanks to him. He couldn’t really feel the buzz yet, to be fair it was still his first drink. He had been nursing it for the better part of an hour as he watched people come into the bar and others leave. He returned a short wave, the green shirt adorning his torso was long sleeved unlike many of his others, and the tannish pants he wore however matched the others he had almost perfectly. He shifted a little bit and let mug meet his lips a small bit of liquid rushing past them.
At least it’s still cool… Wonder if the mugs have some form of cooling lacrima in them…?
He could hear laughter as someone was telling some goofy tale about one of the recent transports. It wasn’t anything really important so he simply brushed it off as harmless drivel; he returned a wave from the bartender whom scurried over with a full mug. The Templar sub commander let the lower half of his drink wash down his throat before handing the mug to the bartender in return for a new full one. He had already paid ahead for a few mugs; it wasn’t like he was going to go anywhere anytime soon. He didn’t have much to do in his off time; he was honestly surprised when he was told he had to take the latter half of today off by one of the council. Probrably just wanted a free day themselves come to think of it. He leaned over the railing that kept the officer’s half and the non-officer half separate; he could see the entrance quite clearly from here, the stair’s itself was just in front of him. All the other tables were empty and the bartender was pretty much just serving him up her; while the one downstairs was busy could be. A small sigh and a grin followed as he just killed some time watching the downstairs bar antics continue…
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 16, 2015 0:09:00 GMT
"Excuse me, Miss? That's the officer's lounge, and you don't look like an officer."
"That's cause I'm not. I paid for my beer same as them. Now screw off and quit bugging me."
Sigh. What was it with people and trying to impose respect? Maybe if someone did something worth respecting, Roxy would understand. But no. Her parents did it. The Magic Council had done it. The Templars did it. The only one that currently commanded her loyalty was Truth, her guild master, and only then because she'd proved herself worthy of it. There was also the fact that she was a total hottie in a weird sort of punk way.
Not that even Roxy was advertising that to the Templars. She was well known in the criminal underworld, especially her guild, but otherwise she'd stayed out of the national headlines. She liked a risk, but not being able to even enter a town would be a drag.
The redhead stopped as she spied a Templar sitting by himself at a table. She sipped her beer and wondered if he'd try to make her leave. "What's up?" she asked simply, as if she hadn't just had a large conversation telling man to go screw himself when he told her she couldn't be here.
Steel’s mug paused halfway to his lips when a little bout of words brought his attention from his thoughts to the now. A few moments passed and someone came up the stairs; a very pretty someone that he hadn’t seen around before. Judging by how the person held themselves it reminded him of some of the local wizards that were within a guild; though he couldn’t place what guild she likely belonged to. Perhaps a newer one that he wasn’t familiar with or an older one that had just such a huge wizard base? He felt a small sigh emerge and he set the mug down back on the table. He was fairly sure that he knew her from somewhere though; perhaps a poster for recruiting on some wizard guild, maybe one of those news lacrima’s saying a new guild had emerged? He’d have to look it up later though; she knew that this was supposed to be for officers but came up here anyways. He could be a total hard ass and ask her to leave but at the same time she wasn’t really bothering anyone with being up here ontop of there really being no one up here past Steel and the bartender. Steel gazed at the large man whom had followed the Red-head up the stairs a frustrated look on his face. The templar sub-commander waved him off and the man gave a little nod before trudging down the stairs probably grumbling or something. Upon the greeting from the young woman steel felt his eyes scan her for a moment before he gripped his mug again.
”Drinking, as one does when they come to a bar. Steel sub-commander of the templars at your service; Care to join me? Tables are much better with company rather than being by yourself.”
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 18, 2015 19:24:43 GMT
Steel himself was here? Crap. Crap crap crap. Her mouth had been casual, but now Roxanne was on edge. She'd come here for a drink, but a man like that might just recognize her. He did have a reputation for getting the job done, after all. Not like most templars who wouldn't know a murderer from a puppy by looking at em.
An invitation? He either knew who she was, or... more likely, she'd gotten lucky. Roxy sighed. moving over to sit at the bar beside him. "Come here often?" She figured he did. The Templars and the Council of Fiore were just about the only major things here. It was currently more of a rest stop on the way to somewhere more important... at least if law and government didn't matter much to you.
It didn't to her.
Roxanne had a glass of scotch placed in front of her, which she handily downed like an expert. It was a good thing the drinking age was 18 here, unlike in some other countries she'd visited as a kid, or she'd be in trouble for that if nothing else. Not that she hadn't been drinking off and on since fifteen. "It was hot out, and noisy downstairs. I figured I'd come up here to get away from it. I didn't see anyone up here." It was a half truth. Well, more than half, just twisted to make her sound more innocent. She'd also done it to see if she could.
No actually, this is the first day I’ve had off in a long time. I’ve passed by here a few times but never went in. Been fairly busy as you can imagine.
A small shake of the head and a chuckle followed; his face was split in a grin and you could tell that the alcohol was starting to reach him. Though he played it off well; steel himself didn’t drink very often so his tolerance was fairly low and it didn’t take much to make him sloshed. He missed the sudden change in air from his introduction; though to be fair he was used to more surprise than anything else when he introduced himself. Not many people were expecting to talk with a templar officer of his caliber after all.
It’s summer I spose, what can you really do? Thankfully the cooling lacrima’s are installed here, else it’d be hotter inside than out. You’d normally be right about no one being up here, you wouldn’t of even been bothered by that fellow if I hadn’t been. Sorry for that.
The templar gave another sip of his mug noticing how she had downed the scotch, was she a heavy drinker or did she just have a rather good tolerance? Either was fine, drinking was a way of coping with many a thing though sometimes it made it worse because it was indeed a downer rather than a upper [unless you did some funky magic stuff]. He honestly wasn’t sure if he should get another mug; too many and he’d be talking about all the things he had done years prior. A small shrug and a wave to the bartender followed; a refill later the templar stared at his glass and then glanced at Roxanne his expression curious.
”You new in the area? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, Nor do I remember your name; probably a part of one of the larger guilds yes?”
The last part wasn’t so much a guess as it was a well known assumption; many people didn’t bother coming through here unless they were on their way somewhere else or were checking in with the magic council [on the rare occasion a templar recruit would make its way to the council and tell them they wanted to join or something like that.]. A brief smile followed before he gulped down some more of his mead, exhaling softly the templar rubbed the back of his head. The last part was said with a bit of a grumble and a frustrated furrow of his brow.
”The reason I’m asking is you don’t exactly look like you’d want to join the templars either. Though to be fair not many notable fella’s or Ladies do anymore.”
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 23, 2015 16:40:56 GMT
"Joining the Templars isn't exactly high on my list," Roxanne gave Steel a coy grin. She hated the Templars, though not for any reason other than hating being made to do anything she didn't want to do, and that included following some stupid rules. Her family had enforced it her whole life. She did what she wanted now. She was an adult, and she was able to take care of herself. It was one of those things she really enjoyed.
"Though, if you want more 'fellas' or 'ladies' to join your little band of do-gooders, you might want to step up the recruitment ads. I hear people's goodwill tends to actually go down during times of peace." Why was she giving him advice? Maybe because she thought she could do better than him at being a Templar if she wanted. She didn't want.
She'd of course ignored his apology. It didn't bother her that she'd been hounded for something she shouldn't have been doing. Just because she was hot-headed and rude didn't mean she wasn't already over it. "As for me, you might say I'm..." she paused to think, taking another shot just to give her an excuse for the pause, "I'm what you might think of as a traveling wizard. I'm pretty handy with a blade actually. Gotta make money somehow though, right?"
”To be fair it’s not very high on anyone’s list. You’re right when you say that the drive to join is ruined by peace time. However vigilant ones such as I or others that step to the cause must continue to protect those that cannot. Were we to leave it to natural order of things there wouldn’t even be larger cities. Baser instincts would rule and we wouldn’t be able to continue on. However at the same time having too many laws can restrict freeform. Something that many countries including ours need.
He sipped at his mead again a stern look growing on his face; he usually didn’t talk this much to strangers or folks that he hadn’t even learned the name of yet. His eyes flicked over to her and he felt his guard slowly rise a little bit; he was tense but for what reason? He had inquired passingly and she seemed to avoid the fact that he had asked, instead giving him other information or trying to change subject as though she had something to hide. He felt his knuckles grow stiff as he gripped the mug wondering quietly to himself if he had missed some important cue. He leaned forward a little bit his eyes fixing back onto his drink; he could feel the tenseness in his magic through his body. He didn’t like it sometimes that he got this way around folks; some of his men had the same issue if he remembered correctly.
A traveling wizard? So you do not have a guild. And yes everyone must make money somehow. Yours would be by doing contracts or the like, taking care of business while mine is in a steady pay by the council in services rendered. A Sword? Did you ever take lessons or were you self taught?
I see no blade on her, no daggers, no axes. Re-equip magic perhaps? A sword master is often not far from their blades.
He slowly exhaled and gripped the mug slightly, the hardening of his magic causing it to shine like steel. His eyes flicked over to her once more and he felt a smile work its way over his face. He turned in his barstool, swinging out to stand up, he flipped a pair of coins to the bartender, content with his drinks. Too much more and he’d be stumbling around like no tomorrow; he didn’t want that anyways.
”I don’t suppose you’d be up for a friendly sparring match perhaps? I haven’t had time to itch my blade’s desire to clash against another’s. Loser takes the other to dinner? Unless you’d rather it be something else.
Post by Roxanne Lexington on Jun 24, 2015 15:17:41 GMT
Roxanne made a show of looking down towards where the entrance to the bar was, though she really couldn't see it very well from her current position at the upstairs bar. She let out a small sigh; her magic was the most likely way for someone to recognize her; a fire-augmented requip style wasn't exactly the most inconspicuous style.
Still... she was bored and tipsy and that was a great way to accidentally kill someone with a sword. Who was she to say no? "If you want to have a sword fight with a girl that's been drinking it's your funeral," she answered as she stared at her empty shot glass. She'd intended to get wasted and see what sort of fun she could get into with the more appealing patrons... but then there was that whole 'proud swordswoman thing to think about at this point. He'd been drinking too; maybe she could beat him.
she ordered a water from the bartender, grabbing some peanuts as she did. She was going to want something in her stomach besides alcohol if she was going to do this song and dance right now.
