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sixwordstories2012-12-31 09:55 pm
oneforeachhand) wrote in sixwordstories2012-12-31 09:55 pm
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There's a storm coming. Best prepare.
Unless you feel like being the one to tromp out for more wood later, I'd suggest making sure everything needed is at hand.
Not likely to do any good.
[Lovely. Another visitor with strange namecalling habits.]
[Lovely. Another visitor with strange namecalling habits.]
[But. He's so. Completely comfy in his swaddling of blankets. Why was this not brought to his attention sooner.
Still, he's more than used to being responsible for the grunt work in a party. There's minimal sighing as he untangles from the blankets.]
Still, he's more than used to being responsible for the grunt work in a party. There's minimal sighing as he untangles from the blankets.]
[It was partly because Kale had only his undershift on and partly because, well... the look on Cynric's face was more than a little worth it.]
Be quick and there may be warmed cider for you when you return. If you return.
[Amazing how such a loquacious bard could become a human caterpillar, bundled entirely in a cocoon of blankets.]
Be quick and there may be warmed cider for you when you return. If you return.
[Amazing how such a loquacious bard could become a human caterpillar, bundled entirely in a cocoon of blankets.]
Fair point. I'll have yours if you perish in your quest.
[A smirk as he looks over at his new roommate.]
[A smirk as he looks over at his new roommate.]
[Such scraping. Such bowing. Such ridiculousness as he backs out of the room to trundle down the stairs.
Not an overlong time passes before he's back, shuddering like a leaf in the wind with arms full of firewood. The quick-tongued cursing will stop in a few minutes time.]
Not an overlong time passes before he's back, shuddering like a leaf in the wind with arms full of firewood. The quick-tongued cursing will stop in a few minutes time.]
[Kale does his best not to laugh at the poor frozen bard, instead gesturing to a large carafe of heated and mulled cider.]
The innkeeper's wife swears by it, and to be fair, it's not that bad. Has a little kick.
The innkeeper's wife swears by it, and to be fair, it's not that bad. Has a little kick.
Oh, stop whinging, Cynric. It's not that bad.
[And to prove it, he gets up from his own nest in his bed, coming over to look at his hands.]
Look, not even a bite of blue or black. No frostbite.
[He did grab a small throw blanket and toss it over the blonde man's shoulders.]
[And to prove it, he gets up from his own nest in his bed, coming over to look at his hands.]
Look, not even a bite of blue or black. No frostbite.
[He did grab a small throw blanket and toss it over the blonde man's shoulders.]
[With the greatest of eyerolls, Kale reaches out and grabs Cynric's hands. Yes, they're chilled, but hardly to the degree the man's wailing on about. It's just one more thing that Kale finds utterly amusing about him. He's like those large mercenaries that turn into whining infants at the faintest hint of a sniffle.]
Yes, yes, they're cold. Would you like me to warm them, hmm? Perhaps I should sit on them.
Yes, yes, they're cold. Would you like me to warm them, hmm? Perhaps I should sit on them.
[Only, at least, when there were others around. He was remarkably self-sufficient on his own, or with Mira depending on him.]
I'd rather you not. [Pout. Pout and tug to make the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he moves to drop down by the fire again.] They're my livelihood, you know.
I'd rather you not. [Pout. Pout and tug to make the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he moves to drop down by the fire again.] They're my livelihood, you know.
[A smirk at the back of the sulking man's head, then Kale adds another piece of wood to the fire.]
As are mine. You do have armpits to warm them in, you know.
As are mine. You do have armpits to warm them in, you know.
Of course they are. You expect me to wield a sword with my feet? Or perhaps I could strap a horn to my head and run around ramming people. I may not need them to be quite as limber as yours, but they have to be working.
[A ruffle to the mussed head of hair, then he moves to sit back on his bed.]
[A ruffle to the mussed head of hair, then he moves to sit back on his bed.]
I suppose I could, if I absolutely had to, though it wouldn't be nearly as efficient. Swordsmanship is all about movement, Cynric. If I can't twist the blade as I need to, I'm likely to wind up losing more than a few fingers.
Parts of it.
[He settled back on the bed, his own mug of cider in his lap.]
I like being able to make my own decisions and not have to follow blindly after someone who couldn't find his arse in the dark with both hands. But, it's an occupation. And as with any occupation, there are distasteful sides.
[He settled back on the bed, his own mug of cider in his lap.]
I like being able to make my own decisions and not have to follow blindly after someone who couldn't find his arse in the dark with both hands. But, it's an occupation. And as with any occupation, there are distasteful sides.
[He smiles slightly, looking over at Cynric.]
Of course we do. Isn't that the whole meaning of the word? 'Mercenary', an individual whose aggressive and protective services can be bought via contract. I merely enjoy the freedom of choosing my contracts and not having any military obligation.
Of course we do. Isn't that the whole meaning of the word? 'Mercenary', an individual whose aggressive and protective services can be bought via contract. I merely enjoy the freedom of choosing my contracts and not having any military obligation.
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