Cuz this thot is gonna snap Sid in half first. What are they fighting over? No idea. Probably food related.
EITHER WAY Ceri is quite happy to vault over one of the tables to aim a sucker punch at the much more intimidating Dark Knight. She ain't scared of you or your crappy oversized butterknife!!!! ]
[Quite possibly because it's appetizer happy hour and he made a smart-arse comment about her getting the last of something. Perhaps.
Regardless, Sid's first reaction is to immediately put himself between Rielle and her, though Rielle backs up of her own accord (understandably). He tries to intercept the punch, but is a hair slow, and spits out some blood from where he bites down on his tongue.]
...Bloody--
[At which point the bartender sternly reminds them to take it outside. But -- as much as he loves a fight, as long as Rielle's around, it's not worth it. Just a single glance at her reminds him of that.]
Tch. Sit the hell down and stop picking fights when there are children around.
She does pause in the act of winding back to take another shot at Sid's jaw (which may or may not have needed a short hop to bridge the height difference), giving Rielle a startled glance followed by a sheepish step backwards to give them some breathing room. ]
Shite.
[ Still, Rielle's presence won't keep Ceri from giving Sidurgu her most gimlet glare, fists resting on her hips. ] Mayhap leaving said children well away from a Twelve's-damned drinking establishment would be common sense, eh? [ Common sense WHICH HE CLEARLY LACKS, BY THE WAY. ]
[She clearly doesn't know their situation. She doesn't know a damn thing about who they are and why they're here, and while it's better that way, Sid has half a mind not to uppercut her for that remarkable display of callous ignorance.
He's clenching his jaw hard and curling his fists as if to do so, but the physical reprisal never comes.]
Put a lid on it and eat your damned food before it gets cold. If you want a bar fight that badly, I'll be happy to entertain you afterward.
[ Yup, she's the epitome of an ignorant tourist. Slightly drunk, ornery, and lacking the self-preservation instinct she was born with.
She cocks an eyebrow, thinking for a moment, prior to plunking herself down at their table without so much as a by-your-leave, shifting only enough to scoop up her mug of crappy booze and the plank of rye bread from her original seat. ]
If you insist. Bossy little prig, aren't you? [ Fortunately food and drink both have a tendency to disappear at an alarming rate when put in front of her. Shouldn't be long. ACCUSATORY POINT WITH BREAD CRUST -- ] Loser buys the next round.
[And it hasn't even been five minutes yet. That's a feat. For now, though, until she finishes, he's just going to stand there and insult her, he supposes.]
Felih had only come here following threads and traces, because his tank refuses to explain himself, explain the stone that rests dark and heavy in his pockets, the one that glows with the aether and spirit of someone angry, someone long gone. A soulstone, simply put.
All he had to go on was that he had gotten it in Ishgard- some gibberish about a dead man, and then something about an Auri who trained him. Felih only knew of a small handful of Auri folk who wandered the streets of Ishgard, despite how Ishgard treats the draconic-looking folk.
The Miqo'te swishes over to the table in the back corner of the Forgotten Knight, tail flicking, and says simply, "Do you have a moment? I'm looking for someone who might know about a soul crystal." He keeps his voice low, however- all types frequent this place.
Normally, Sid would have told him to bugger off at the first few syllables. It's nothing personal, but after all that Rielle has been through, it's hard to know who has genuine interest and who just wants to hurt them out of spite. He manages to bite down on his instinct just long enough to hear the words "soul crystal", however, and turns to face Felih fully, interested but wary.
"Show me," he says, solemn as ever. It's nothing new that he's apprehensive, but -- the only people with soul crystals he'd known of were, up until recently, Fray and himself. Ser Ompagne's is long gone by now, and Fray's is...
Felih immediately looks a bit anxious. "I- well. It's not mine, and all I know is that it's saved my friend's life on a few occasions..." he explains. "I really ought to put it back as soon as I figure out what it is- hopefully he won't notice it missing for long..."
He pulls out the stone, holding it in his fingers tightly but letting Sidurgu see the dark knight's stone. "...he was delirious when I asked him about it at the time, so all I know is that he plucked it off a dead knight here in Ishgard," he explains. "You- do you know what this is, then? The energy inside it- it's... unfamiliar, to me." Felih has the garb and look of a healer- one used to more light-natured magics, not the dark and heavy, burning energy in this stone.
"...I just want to make sure this isn't dangerous. To my friend."
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Cuz this thot is gonna snap Sid in half first. What are they fighting over? No idea. Probably food related.
EITHER WAY Ceri is quite happy to vault over one of the tables to aim a sucker punch at the much more intimidating Dark Knight. She ain't scared of you or your crappy oversized butterknife!!!! ]
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Regardless, Sid's first reaction is to immediately put himself between Rielle and her, though Rielle backs up of her own accord (understandably). He tries to intercept the punch, but is a hair slow, and spits out some blood from where he bites down on his tongue.]
...Bloody--
[At which point the bartender sternly reminds them to take it outside. But -- as much as he loves a fight, as long as Rielle's around, it's not worth it. Just a single glance at her reminds him of that.]
Tch. Sit the hell down and stop picking fights when there are children around.
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She does pause in the act of winding back to take another shot at Sid's jaw (which may or may not have needed a short hop to bridge the height difference), giving Rielle a startled glance followed by a sheepish step backwards to give them some breathing room. ]
Shite.
[ Still, Rielle's presence won't keep Ceri from giving Sidurgu her most gimlet glare, fists resting on her hips. ] Mayhap leaving said children well away from a Twelve's-damned drinking establishment would be common sense, eh? [ Common sense WHICH HE CLEARLY LACKS, BY THE WAY. ]
Or keep your swiving yap shut. Whichever.
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He's clenching his jaw hard and curling his fists as if to do so, but the physical reprisal never comes.]
Put a lid on it and eat your damned food before it gets cold. If you want a bar fight that badly, I'll be happy to entertain you afterward.
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She cocks an eyebrow, thinking for a moment, prior to plunking herself down at their table without so much as a by-your-leave, shifting only enough to scoop up her mug of crappy booze and the plank of rye bread from her original seat. ]
If you insist. Bossy little prig, aren't you? [ Fortunately food and drink both have a tendency to disappear at an alarming rate when put in front of her. Shouldn't be long.
ACCUSATORY POINT WITH BREAD CRUST -- ] Loser buys the next round.
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Has anyone ever told you you're insufferable?
[And it hasn't even been five minutes yet. That's a feat. For now, though, until she finishes, he's just going to stand there and insult her, he supposes.]
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All he had to go on was that he had gotten it in Ishgard- some gibberish about a dead man, and then something about an Auri who trained him. Felih only knew of a small handful of Auri folk who wandered the streets of Ishgard, despite how Ishgard treats the draconic-looking folk.
The Miqo'te swishes over to the table in the back corner of the Forgotten Knight, tail flicking, and says simply, "Do you have a moment? I'm looking for someone who might know about a soul crystal." He keeps his voice low, however- all types frequent this place.
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"Show me," he says, solemn as ever. It's nothing new that he's apprehensive, but -- the only people with soul crystals he'd known of were, up until recently, Fray and himself. Ser Ompagne's is long gone by now, and Fray's is...
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He pulls out the stone, holding it in his fingers tightly but letting Sidurgu see the dark knight's stone. "...he was delirious when I asked him about it at the time, so all I know is that he plucked it off a dead knight here in Ishgard," he explains. "You- do you know what this is, then? The energy inside it- it's... unfamiliar, to me." Felih has the garb and look of a healer- one used to more light-natured magics, not the dark and heavy, burning energy in this stone.
"...I just want to make sure this isn't dangerous. To my friend."