OOC: is that to Sel?

okies.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Aug 27 2005, 01:58 AM

OOC: NO we haven't noticed Sel yet at least I don't think so. I was talking to Celia but Mergirl isn't on at the moment

yes but he took a back table and is facing the other way right?

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Aug 27 2005, 02:24 AM

OOC: *cough* osano is in the bar too you now....

yes but i imagine he's fairly recognizable with a burnt, cut to pieces robe and rather LARGE claymore....

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: Aug 27 2005, 02:53 AM

ooc Ah. good point well I wont have Otik notice you........ yet also if we want to haev more conversations lets move this to planing

Shakur smiled when Celia made the werewolf comment, but he was so hungry he couldn't resist. He was so hungry and his brain needed nourishment. A sad looking sel walked past the door, and Shakur ate the last bit of his meat. "If you'll excuse me, I have a friend to talk to" Shakur stood up and put a chair across from Sel. "What's the problem kid? Need some time to think or some alone time? Maybe a little talk with a fellow man?" Shakur took his helmet off.

This post has been edited by Red: Aug 27 2005, 04:02 AM

Damn, damn, damn!. Sel thought. He didn't want to talk to anyone. Especially not his "dad" who now looked more like his "brother".

"I'm fine." he assured Shakur. "Go drink, have fun, whatever you were doing." he replied.

"Sel, when you walk into a bar and sit by your lonesome, rejecting others from coming close to you, there are problems. I've been your age before, I've been through anything you are going through and I know talking to someone is the best thing I've ever done. And since I can't be happy unless my, "son" is happy, you can tell me whats bothering your for both of our sakes" Shakur talked quietly. The last thing a late teenage boy wants is to have his problems out for everyone to hear.

This post has been edited by Red: Aug 27 2005, 04:25 AM

Damn! Sel thought, continuing his earlier line of thought. He searched his brain desperately for some kind of escape from this talk. Shakur had said something about him being by himself...

"Fine, I'll sit with you all then." he said taking a seat beside Serene and grabbing whatever form of alchohol that was on the bar.

OOC: feel free to read his thoughts that consist of "damn" minque

Shakur watched as Sel got up. "Well, I was expecting a heart to heart talk about some deep emotional feeling like love or hate but I guess if he wants to come over, thats ok" Shakur thought as he got up and sat down at his original seat. "So, anyone want me to get more drinks? I worked here for about five weeks but I had to leave to do some freelance work. Actually, that freelance work is what I was doing when I met you all. I had been recruited for some security for a nobleman in Cyrodiil but he passed away from old age when I was almost there, so I had no food, no water and no shelter. That's why I joined you guys. Well, that and the saving of Nirn".Shakur smiled.

Anthanes smirked, looking unnoticably from Sel to Celia. "It is quite obvious." , he said dryly towards Sel.

Serene noticed Sel sitting next to her.....sad obviously.......she unvoluntarily read histhought...he was off guard and then could not shut her out....

She bit her lip and thought about how easy it really was to shut her out...but decided not to tell.......unless.....nahh..

How can I help him? she looked at the dunmer and barely could resist to hug him, Sel was a very good friend.....and now he was obviously in love with Celia.....ahhhhh why should the girl be so shy? Why not just accept what was coming to her? As she herself had done when she realised it was something going on between her and Jonacin?

Sel and Celia would probably get on very well.....that is of course if Celia could learn to be a bit more strong and stubborn....otherwise Sel would probably dominate her?...hmm then again at this moment Sel was soft as a khajiit´s fur.....also very vulnerable..

She wondered if a touch of light magic would help? Very subtle it has to be...none of them should even notice it....

Serene sighed and downed the last in the bottle of brandy in front of her......

Most peculiar....she thought.....she was not at all drunk..normally she should have been, considering how much she had downed the last few hours.

"Sel....she turned to him....you can tell me if there´s anything I can do for you!"..her whisper could just be heard by Sel...she was very particular about not embarrassing the young dunmer........not in front of the others....dunmers have their pride...Serene was very much aware of that

Konrad rose slowly, the rotten chair creaking as he pushed himself up. He walked over to the bar, now having to dodge in between the people having thier battle drinks inside the quite crowded pub. He reached the countertop, shoving his hand into his pouch and digging up 2 gold coins. He threw them loosely onto the counter, mumbling about a brandy.

The barkeep obliged, again bobbing back down under the counter and filling a mug of brandy. Konrad stared at the massive glass the brandy was filled in, then nodded to the man behind the bar. He was obviously drunk, this was going to last him till forever.

He went over to the door and looked out, the creaking of the battered hinges ringing around the room. Konrad wasn't surprised they were battered after the intense fight, a construct obviously having fallen onto it or something in that area of events.

Konrad went outside for a bit of air, glancing back into the inn for a second then swinging the door shut with a slam. He drunk half the mug, then threw the rest on the floor, sighing. Nothing was going to make him drunk now. The realisation of the whole affair was settling in. He sat down next to the door and leaned against the wall, his expression grim as he looked out across the town.

Shakur was suprised Anthanes would say something so unhelpful. Shakur had his suspicions but making them public wouldn't help Sel at all, so Shakur gave a stern look to Anthanes, but didn't keep it for long. "Well" said Shakur getting up from his chair. "I think I'll go get some more drinks, be back in a second" he continued. Shalur walked over to the bar and dropped some dwemer coins onto the counter, and then using one arm for balence jumped over the counter. "Sel, to get a girl you need some personality, wit, cunning and some hair on your chest. Since I am not a god though, I'll give you thiis nice drink to raise your personality, intellligence and I'll heat it a bit to make you feel better" Shakur thought to himself. He knew something awkward other than flat out rejection happened, and knew Sel couldn't give up on love so easy.

OOC: lol I've turned this into AMU - Soap Opera.

"No, I don't need any help." Sel said back to Serene. "Just leave me alone."
Sel wasn't used to accepting help from anyone. He would handle this jiust as he did other things; alone. When his mother died, he didn't get help taking care of his sister, when his sister died, he took matters into his own hands as well. How could Serene help anyway? he asked himself. She probably couldn't.

Shakur walked back to the table with three drinks, putting one infront of Sel while th others found Shakur's side of the table. "There you go Sel, whatever the trouble, a nice and hot drink should help" Shakur smiled. He didn't have high hopes in the drink, but hoped he could atleast get Sel talking.

The Town was quiet for the moment, all of Ald'Ruhn forces had fallen back into and the streets were crowded with their defenders. Beyound the walls, most of the constructs were destroyed. Fenris stood next to a young Dunmer anyone familar with the Sarethi family would recognize as Varvur Sarethi, Athyn's son. Fenris no longer wore any of his upper armor and his chest and arms were decorated with Blue woad in swirling blue patterns that represented the wind. Varvur was armored in a suit of Ebony and his hair was, as usual, stuck up in one of those Dunmeri mohawks. Several other Redorans, such as Athyn himself, or Garisa Llethi were also nearby.

Sel accepted the drink and took a rather large gulp, and continued his thoughts.

You were being stupid anyway, Sel. He thought, berating himself. Why would a noble altmer want anything to do with a poor dark elf?

He suddenly remembered Serene was sitting beside him.

"Damnit." he said aloud after looking at Serene; he was caught.

OOC:

"Because she´s in love with you, silly dunmer" Serene could have bit her tounge off...answering Sel when he did not actually speak.....


"Forgive me , Sel", she muttered, rising hastily and went to the bar

"Give me a double brandy this time" she asked. When she got it she drunk it all in one.


"Damn it, now I have to get drunk" she thought....." Not looking back at the people at the table..she couldn´t bear look at Sel....


OOC: I´m off now, Sel has to figure out what to do now... Serene will be at the bar drinking like a sponge until I come back, maybe she´ll pass out...?

Megil didn't speak much, just added a few affirmations here and there. After a while he watched Serene gulp drink after drink at the bar, Megil stood up and walked over to her, gently tapping her shoulder.

"I think you have had enough," he said, and then muttered a few words to the barkeep, makin sure that Serene did not get any more brandy in her.

Konrad cried out in rage and threw the mug over the street, watching the glass shatter against the yellow brickwork. He drew his sword, sighing as he looked at the sword. It was excuisitely made, the silver tuned to perfection all the way along the blade. He threw that across the street too, freezing it so it shattered against the wall.

He told himself that this was the end of fighting. No more swords. No more shields. He got up and unstrapped his sheath. He threw that on the floor along with his shield, anyone could have them.

He walked back into the inn, sitting in a corner with a face like stone.