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Post by kaidashade on Jun 28, 2015 21:23:48 GMT
Iron stomach and a liver of steel. He'd get through about four more of those by the time the night was over, but for now he just set to eating. It was a simple sort of meal, roast pork and bread with a few mushrooms on the side, but it was good and there was plenty of it. Dynas kept his eyes on the room as he ate, watchful for any signs of trouble even though he didn't expect any. Generally, having to walk past a dragon when you entered the building made most people behave themselves.
Sadly, conversation wasn't a huge strong point for Dynas. At least, not when it didn't involve flirting or explaining things. Explaining things he could kind of do. Unless it was magic. Fuck magic. "I'll contact my healer buddy tonight." He said after a while. "He should eb willin' ta help."
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Post by Behax on Jun 28, 2015 21:32:37 GMT
As he ate Stark could feel someone's eyes on him, but whenever he tried to find out where the feeling was coming from, he find no likely or obvious suspects. Even given the fact he didn't need to move much to look around, being a hunter he learned to move his eyes, without moving his head or body too much or noticeably. You needed to be able to remain completely still, while still looking around when hunting, otherwise you could startle your prey, and end up with no dinner. In the end he put it down to his own paranoia, populated places did that to him.
Conversation wasn't a strong point for Stark either, seclusion did that to a person. He ate in silence until Dynas spoke again, swallowing when he was chewing before replying. "Sounds like a plan." He didn't sound particularly optimistic, but then his life was a series of broken promises and let downs. Betrayal by people who should have cared for him, but feared him instead. Not that he didn't think they had good reason to....They'd even bee right to in the end.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 16:39:08 GMT
He had pretty great backup if there was an issue, at least. Dynas was the kind of guy that only the very drunk or the very determined decided to mess with, even if he was a little drunk himself. That was fairly standard for him, much to Bane's displeasure. The next time the barmaid came over, the Rider asked her to take some kind of dead animal out for Bane to munch on, since he was hungry and grumbling. The poor girl looked terrified at the prospect of dealing with thed ragon, until he assured her that really, honestly, he was a big puppy really. She was less reassured by his offer to come out with her, even though it was genuine. Guys like Dynas offering to walk you out to a dark courtyard populated solely by a dragon generally weren't to be trusted unless you knew them very well.
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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 17:16:50 GMT
It probably didn't help much that Stark, his travelling companion for all intense and purposes....Didn't back him up on that. He both didn't really know them, and still didn't really trust them. So Dynas received no assistance in reassuring her the Dragon was safe, but then he probably didn't expect any anyway. Stark even saw the look on her face when Dynas offered to go outside with her, honestly he thought she was more frightened by that prospect than by that of having to feed a big hell lizard by herself.
"You are aware that you are a huge human being, who looks like the sort you don't want to tangle with in a dark ally. And therefore the prospect of walking outside with you, to feed your hell beast is all kinds of terrifying, especially in the dark...Right?" Stark asked, and there was actually an air of sarcasm abiut him. He was sure Dynas must have seen himself in a mirror....At some point.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 17:28:29 GMT
He looked at him for a moment, then ran a hand through his hair so it ended up sticking up at improbable angles. "Well yeah but ya don't gotta go 'n' say t hat right ta my face like- oh shut up ya goddamn hellbeast." Apparently when he got a bit drunk he forgot to talk to Bane just with his mind, rather than his mouth. He sighed heavily. "Look, now ya've got my damn dragon laughin' at me." He grumbled.
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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 17:38:41 GMT
It was hard not to laugh at the way Dynas' hair started to stick up after he out a had through it. Though Stark pulled a face when Dynas changed track half way through his next sentence. He blinked a bit before he responded. "From what little I've gathered so far, it really isn't that difficult of a thing to accomplish." Stark was beginning to feel a little bit more relaxed, though he was far from dropping his guard that was apparent in how he was still holding his posture.
He took a sip of water, a little weary of the amount of alcohol Dynas was drinking. He didn't touch the stuff himself. He didn't particularly want to make himself potentially more dangerous.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 19:28:20 GMT
He was going to have to get used to the Rider's unfortunate habit on this trip, because he was unbearable without it. "Yeah. Let's face it, he's the brains here. And the muscle. I'm just the guy who deals with the humans." He grumbled. "'N' the other human-shaped shits. Like you. Yer pretty human-shaped. Not too much of a shit yet though." Coming from him, that was a compliment. Especially drunk him.
He finished off his food, his eyes following the barmaid and the hulking man she'd employed to help her haul a dead pig through the bar and out the front door. His lip quirked up as he felt Bane's pleasure at the deliverance of his meal, and saw through the dragon's eyes the woman's surprise when he caught her eye and thanked her.
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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 19:59:12 GMT
"You don't say," Stark replied when Dynas explained who the brains of the operation was. "Well that was....Eloquently put..." Honestly he was more offended by being described as a 'human-shaped thing' than the rest of it. Not that he was particularly prejudice against humans or anyone else, it was just the lack of care. Not that he was surprised the guy was getting quite drunk, to the point Stark was starting to wonder how much more he planed on drinking....Hopefully not enough that he passed out. He didn't think he could help him up the stairs. Not that Stark was weak....Just rather that Dynas was huge, and probably quite heavy. Was it even his place to broach the subject?
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 20:08:41 GMT
Dynas knew his limit, and he stopped after four. Enough to impair his judgement and relax him, but not enough that he was going to keel over before they got upstairs. Once all the food was eaten, he stood and stretched, surpisingly stable on his feet considering how much moonshine was in his system. "Right. Let's go talk to my friend. He's probably gonna pitch a fuckin' fit when he sees that mess on your skin." He said, turning to head upstairs to the room they'd been given the keys to.
It was on the second floor and pretty decent for a place out in the middle of nowhere. The sheets looked clean, everything was neat and there were no mysterious stains or smells anywhere. There was a fire ready to be lit in the hearth, and Dynas tossed the remains of his last drink onto the logs before sitting in front of it and lighting it with a tinderbox. Whatever was in that stuff went up instantly, and soon enough he had a decent fire going.
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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 20:20:25 GMT
Stark was actually surprised when Dynas stood up without so much as a wobble, he'd half expected the guy to fall over. But then he hadn't been around many drunk people, well usually he observed from a distance, and left before inevitable fights broke out. He nodded when Dynas suggest they go, though he wondered how he was going to talk to his friend all the way out in the middle of god knows where.
He followed the man upstairs, and even was impressed...He'd stayed in far worse places, though he usually couldn't pay with money, and usually paid with labour, so was probably given the cheapest rooms to start with. As Dynas got a fir going, Stark removed his travelling cloak and the coat underneath that, he doubted he'd be needing both much longer if they were continuing south. With just two layers of heavy clothing gone, he was looking a lot smaller, less bulky more lean.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 20:25:30 GMT
Dynas just barely glanced around as he finally dumped his bag on the floor next to him, rooting around in it until he came up with a piece of paper with odd sigils scrawled on it in black ink. He turned it and squinted at it a couple of times before nodding to himself and tossin git into the flames, which flared up and turned purple. He rolled his eyes, muttered 'showoff', then said louder "Sarrah, you there? This thing workin'?"
It took a few moments for a reply to come, and th en a voice seemed to emanate from the flames, slightly crackly but unmistakeably there and heavily accented. "Dynas, my friend. It has been a long time, where have you been?" "Doesn't matter, where are you right now?" "Angahrad, why do you ask?" "I'm bringin' you someone. Someone's done some real fucked up spellwork on him 'n' he needs it fixed, think you can help?" The fire was quiet for a while, then the voice said, "Let me see. Bring him closer to the fire."
Dynas turned and beckoned for Stark to approach him. If you got close enough, you could just about see the shape of a face within the flames.
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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 20:37:23 GMT
Stark had been content enough to just claim a bed , sitting down it didn't feel half bad. Certainly better than sleeping on a cave floor. He guessed most mattresses would feel like heaven after months of sleeping on the hard uneven ground. It wasn't until a flash of purple caught his eye that he actually started paying attention to what Dynas was doing. It surprised him to hear a voice coming from their fire place, things just got weirder around this man. Dragons talking in his head, people speaking through flames. Stark may had had absurdly strong magical abilities, but he knew next to nothing about magic itself.
When Dynas beckoned for him to come over, he wasn't so sure of how close he wanted to even get to Dynas' weird fire. But he got off the bed he'd claimed and walked over joining Dynas by the fire. "Hello," he greeted awkwardly, this was entirely weird to him.
Just from seeing the markings on his face, anyone who actually knew their stuff would know it was all wrong. Though the markings were in fact all over Stark's body, from his head to his toes. Everything about it was oppressive, where as it should be guiding and regulating.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 20:43:20 GMT
Whoever was on the other end of that fire said something that was very clearly a curse word in some ancient tongue, the face in the fire flinching away. "Who... who did this to you? Oh you poor boy..." Dynas pulled a face. "'S that bad?" "I know you are so magic-blind you can barely use the talismans, Dynas, but does that not look wrong to you? Can you not feel it? I swear, I do not condone violence but if you find whoever did this, cut off his hand with that ridiculous cleaver of yours so that he can never do it again." "Fuck off, she's a greatsword not a cleaver." "Does not matter. Yes, bring him here immediately, assuming he desires our help."
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Post by Behax on Jun 29, 2015 21:00:25 GMT
Stark actually found himself feeling rather awkward about this whole conversation. As a child he'd grown accustomed to people talking about him, or what to do about him, but this was different someone actually wanted to do something that helped him rather than helped themselves. He'd not really spoken to anyone versed in magic before so he hadn't know just how wrong the markings on his body were, he just knew how they felt. He thought they were supposed to be that way, and he kind of just accepted it after the incident with the other kids.
His eyes moved wearily from Dynas to the face in the fire and back as they conversed. "If you can....That would be appreciated..." Stark said still sounding awkward, and much like he was avoiding getting his hopes up. He was still anxious this wouldn't actually turn out well for him.
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Post by kaidashade on Jun 29, 2015 21:03:57 GMT
"I will do my best." The fire-speaker promised, his voice grave as he inclined his head. "I cannot imagine how awful those must feel. They are a cage around your soul, your power. I can certainly get rid of them, and I theoretically know how to bind your power to your control rather than caging it, but I have never done it before..." He sounded uncertain. "We can discuss it when I can get a proper look at them. Was there anything else you needed, Dynas?" "Nah, I'm done. No doubt Bane 'n' Decian can find each other once we get ta the city." "Of course. They have never failed to do so before."
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