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Post by Wildfeather on Mar 8, 2008 13:12:40 GMT -5
*Wildfeather smiled. She wasn't afraid of him. And it amused her that he didn't know what she was capable of doing. A speck of dust? He should only know.....*
"Obviously you don't study enough." *She smiled.* "Or you would have been more worried about the specks of dust than you show. Dust can do great harm, when used the worst possibly way."
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Post by War on Mar 8, 2008 13:26:19 GMT -5
"Tell you what, speck... if you can kill me in one blow I'll hand over the bar to you. Free and clear. Fail and you hand over your ride. Sound fair? Here... I'll even make it easy for you."
*War got up from his chair, motioning to the other patrons to not interfere as he squatted down, cocking his head to one side to expose his neck for a strike.*
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Post by Wildfeather on Mar 8, 2008 13:36:48 GMT -5
*Wildfeather looked at him, suspiciously. Why this sudden change of appearance? This made her more on guard than his former hostility. Easy, he said? Too easy. She had always been sceptic to easy ways out.*
"You know what?" *She said calmly.* "When I arrived here, you said that this bar was for immortals only. Which must mean that you are immortal too. I don't think you can get killed.
But on the other side, neither can I. I feel quite attached to my ride, and I am not so thirsty that I want to take over your entire bar. I decline your generous offer."
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Post by War on Mar 8, 2008 13:45:00 GMT -5
"Actually... I've never said this place is for immortals only. I said it was for warriors and conquerers. People willing to sweat and bleed in the mud with their men. Generals who know that in the heat of battle there is no such thing as honor, nobility or any other lofty goals often attributed to the elves. And before you tell me I don't know your people think again little girl, I've been there every time elven fingers wrap around the handle of a blade."
*War rose back up to his full height, perhaps even growing a few inches as he did. Stretching his neck the other direction it pops a few times and he smiles.*
"As for my own nature... I'm not on the same wavelength as all the others you call immortals. Me and my brethren are more ideas given form than actual creatures. So bluster all you want but on my scale.... that level I call speck is nearly infinite."
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Post by Wildfeather on Mar 8, 2008 13:57:13 GMT -5
"Warriors and conquerers often want to go to war because they think they can become legends and henceforth live forever. When you live forever, you are immortal."
*Wildfeather's voice was calm while she spoke.*
"As for my people: You have only been there every time elven fingers wrap around the handle of a blade. You have never been there when we have cured anyone from sickness, or saved people from starvation. You weren't there when we arrived to the Middle Earth and started to make a world of peace and harmony. Had you known my people as well as you claim, you would have known that we used to live in peace until we were driven away from the humans. And in the times of peace, there was no War."
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Post by War on Mar 8, 2008 14:08:03 GMT -5
*War snorted.*
"And for one who claims to be oh so very dark and scary you sure are quick to jump on the peace and harmony band wagon with every other elf. You're right though. I'm not there when your people cure sickness or save some weak soul from starvation. Because those acts earn no respect from me. And if you claim to be the antithesis of a Light Elf, who... in your words, uses their powers to do good things, then those acts shouldn't earn any respect from you either."
*Setting his mug down firmly War returned to his seat facing away from her.*
"Face it speck... you may have been a big fish in the small pond that was Lorien but you're out in the world now. A world that in and of itself I consider a speck. So don't come into my house and talk about curing disease and feeding the hungry, using words like peace and harmony and even talking about how humans drove you away, thus defeating you. Don't come in here like that expecting respect or even a cool drink. My house is for the victorious. As judged by me."
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Post by Wildfeather on Mar 8, 2008 14:27:08 GMT -5
*Wildfeather smiled despitefully.*
"I know what you are up to, War. You are trying to provoke me to attack you. But you see, I am not falling for it. Attacking you will mean to run your errands. And I am no one's servant."
*She looked directly at him.*
"Your house is for people who are running your errands. Like servants. The victorious! You wouldn't know a good judgement if it bit you in the nose."
*She stood up and walked to the door.*
"I am leaving now. May your beer taste like the blood of the victims you are so proud of defeating, and may your victims spirits haunt you in your dreams!"
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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 7:03:52 GMT -5
*Nim'gyola slunk into the bar with her rucksack upon her shoulder, looking for some food. Some drink. Anything to even attempt to fill the gaping black maw that had opened within her where her body and spirit were one, consuming everything and never finding satisfaction.*
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Post by War on Mar 9, 2008 9:31:20 GMT -5
*Taking a sip of his beer he smiles at the metallic thick liquid it had become, without turning around War speaks to Wildfeather's back.*
"Cheers speck."
*He takes another long pull from the mug, draining it completely. Ever aware of his surroundings his eyebrow creeps up as the new edition slips into the bar. This was getting out of hand. Maybe he needed a bouncer. Maybe someone like Rommel or Patton... what was Custer up to these days...*
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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 9:33:36 GMT -5
*Nim'gyola glanced around.*
"Look, can I get something to eat here, or not? If the answer's no, I can go elsewhere easily enough." *Her voice was low and rough.*
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Post by Wildfeather on Mar 9, 2008 9:34:30 GMT -5
"Cheers, Grumpy!"
*Wildfeather replied as she left and went back to her motorbike. She started her Harley and left with a roar, going back to Paris.*
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Post by War on Mar 9, 2008 9:50:31 GMT -5
*War sighed, stretched his neck to the side popping several vertebrae before he slid his chair back and stood up.*
"At least a doorman..."
*Turning toward Nim'gyola his boots echoed loudly though the floor was covered in sawdust. He looked her over. He got the mental image of a yearling deer about to bolt.*
"You looking for a hand out or to drink as one of us?"
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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 9:52:05 GMT -5
"I can pay, and I will," *she hissed, her chin lifting by several proud degrees.*
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Post by War on Mar 9, 2008 10:03:54 GMT -5
"Well now that'll put you drinking as one of us."
*As he spoke his finger extended toward the sign above the bar.*
"Conquer or die. This is a place for soldiers and warriors.... and those that show respect to the ones that bled the field before them."
*War spoke the last bit toward the door, as if it was focused at someone else. Sighing he shook his head and handed the sergeant behind the bar his mug.*
"Charity on the other hand will get you some bread and water.... to go."
*This was his house and a place he came to be among brethren. Not a place he ever had to explain himself. It was almost... violating and had tired him.*
"Otherwise prove you're a warrior and thus belong"
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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 10:06:06 GMT -5
"I have fought, I have won, and I am honest. Will that satisfy you?"
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