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I'll Drink to That - Vervain - 11-08-2018
RE: I'll Drink to That - Remi - 11-09-2018
RE: I'll Drink to That - Devrum - 11-13-2018 Thick, lumbering paws padded the ground leaving puffs of dust as Devrum stalked along the hallowed ground. A fish, large and glistening held firmly in his mouth as his nose twitched, picking up and following the scent of Plain, dusted brown pants and thick padded boots echoed down toward the cellar, Devrum, for theatrics sake still held the fish in his mouth. His chest exposed, painted with film of hair along his chest and abdomen. Torso and arms painted with scars and tattoos of intricate designs, telling stories best avoided with words. As he wandered into the cellar, his nose twitched again as he picked up the scent of fermented grapes...wine...he'd walk over without greeting and snag a bottle. His sandpaper-type grip uncorking the bottle as he looked to Remi with a fish-filled smirk. Brow arched as he looked to Vervain, finally prying the fish free of his teeth as he took a swig of the wine. "Well...looks like things aren't entirely hopeless. Got dinner." He'd remark, tossing the trout onto a nearby table Remi most-likely just cleaned. "Wasn't expecting company...suppose it'll do. Don't look like you eat much anyway..." He quipped, glancing to Remi as he took another pull. RE: I'll Drink to That - Ashetta - 11-13-2018
RE: I'll Drink to That - Vervain - 11-15-2018 Vervain barely had time to thank Remi for his help before her husband marched downstairs, slapped a trout on a clean table and uncorked a bottle of wine with his teeth. [say]"Dev,"[/say] she chided, rolling her eyes. Then her daughter decided to steal half of said fish, in wolf form, and proceed to be just as unhelpful as her father. [say]"Ashe!"[/say] A sigh of exasperation escaped her, the huntress smiling despite herself, but when she glanced between them there was feral steel in her electric gaze. [say]"I wasn't expecting company either, given that I was trying to turn this place into a tavern."[/say] She motioned to the bar behind her as if to make herself clear. [say]"Congrats though, husband - you just volunteered to haul ass and find us some tables and chairs. And Ashe - you can take over cleaning. Remi and I will find some candles and lanterns to put them in.[/say] There was no room for argument, as proven by Vai turning her back to get to work. Whilst Vervain and Remi would find candles and lanterns aplenty, though they would definitely need to clean them up before they were lit. Speaking of which, they would need to find matches. They should probably get on that. No post order! RE: I'll Drink to That - Remi - 11-15-2018 Spying As the Indeed as the wolf snagged half the fish and then suddenly became the familiar raven-haired woman Remi had grown to know, the alchemist exhaled the breath he'd been holding and chuckled. Running a distracted hand through his curls, he held up his palms submissively at Dev's comment. [say] "A good thing I ate before coming here." [/say] Remi said evasively, unsure if the comment was a quip about his size, or simply that he wasn't part of the family. Looking at Ashe, Remi grinned. [say] "Welcome to the club. Fur looks good on you." [/say] There was absolutely no trace of ...anything untoward in his voice, his smile just as boyish and genuine as always. As his job was given to the wolf, Remi glanced towards [say]"Do you see matches? I would assume they would be close by?"[/say] Remi mused out loud, opening various cupboards, peering into opened boxes, and checking on top of tables. RE: I'll Drink to That - Ashetta - 11-16-2018
RE: I'll Drink to That - Devrum - 11-18-2018 Devrum walked over to Again he huffed, giving Ashe a grin as he thought to finish off the fish...but instead left it on the side for Vervain. He looked over to them respectively as she barked her orders. Devrum grumbling at the sight of rotted wood on otherwise effective furniture. To his benefit, he found a webbed axe, aged and untouched, a hatchet, and a mallet. He stepped out, hatchet dangling from his belt, hammer hanging in his pocket, and axe slung over his shoulder. He was aware of their assignments...but what was the benefit of having another man on this job if there was no sense of bonding with them? "Remi!" Devrum called out, aware he was with Vervain. He would wait a few spells before calling out for him again. If she showed up just outside, Devrum would toss the axe for him to take. If not...well...would secure his previous assumption of his soft nature. RE: I'll Drink to That - Vervain - 11-18-2018 Vervain couldn't help but grin at her husband's comment, though there was much too much to be doing for her to take advantage of it at present. She and Remi would be able to clean up the candles and lanterns but, as he had said, they needed matches. At that point, however, Devrum's voice echoed down to them. Vai winked and nudged Remi. [say]"It's your call,"[/say] she told the hawk with a kind smile. [say]"If you go, though, push him around for me, okay?"[/say] On top of tables - nope. In cupboards - no chance. But if Remi and Vai peeked into enough open boxes, they would find... matches! Ha, no. Not matches. But a large black and white something would leap from a box, mrowing insistently and frightening seven hells out of the poor soul who encountered it. Since her father had left the fish behind, it seemed Ashetta would still have some cleaning to do after she swept. But of course, there was the wine-monster to contend with first. Her growl of warning startled the creature into the open - Ashe would be greeted by a large (read: the size of a kitten) and spindly legged spider that seemed incapable of keeping its own balance. It squeaked in a noise that might well have been a hiccup, and if one didn't know better, you'd swear the thing was drunk. Regardless of whether Devrum received help from Remi or not, there was still wood to source and furniture to repair or replace. All in a day's work! Post Order: 1. Remi 2. 3. RE: I'll Drink to That - Remi - 11-18-2018 Hearing the sound of his name ringing out from the bear-man’s lips made Remi look quizzically at Vai. Having never had a good relationship with his father at all, the notion of bonding with Devrum, in so far as if Vai was his surrogate mother that made Dev his– – wait. no it didn’t. Though the alchemist almost always sought to meet the expectations of others, he felt slightly hesitant in this endeavour. Still, he gave the huntress an awkward and slouchy smile and nodded. [say] “Ahh yes. Hawk against bear. A very fair fight. “[/say] He laughed, before trotting down the darkened corridor towards As the axe was tossed towards him, Remi raised a brow towards the bigger man, hefting the object easily. Arm strength was really the only sort that Remi’s athletic frame possessed, and working with tools was what he did all day long. Albeit this work was a bit more blunt than he was used to, but he was sure he could make due. [say] “Are we planning on carving our own tables and chairs?”[/say] The alchemist asked skeptically, his musical voice dampening the concern in his voice. Most of the wood was rotten, and while it would help keep the hearth stoked, it wouldn’t help their future patrons with seating arrangements. Hefting the axe onto his shoulder (putting it down seemed like a bad idea, for some reason), Remi glanced around the room. Moving towards what looked like a closet, Remi tried the handle, hoping to find more tables and chairs within. There weren’t enough in the room currently to have filled it; surely there were more elsewhere? RE: I'll Drink to That - Devrum - 11-25-2018 "The wood here ain't worth a fucking thing...most of it at least..." Devrum muttered as he motioned Remi to follow him. "Not that we should have expected as much...no boy, we're harvesting our own wood just outside...so yes, most of the shit inside will be needing a man's touch." Had he chosen to follow Devrum he would be led out, Devrum walking over and burrying his hatchet into the trunk of the nearest tree, prying it free he licked the sap. "Have experience building something with your hands?" He asked, turning a moment to Remi and looking over his hands. This tree is ready for harvest...want to strike it in a wedge like chop, angled down, angled up until the tip of the wedge breaks through. Keep your hands locked around the bottom of the handle and swing from the hip, otherwise you're aiming to get blisters." He instructed. Broad arms crossing as he observed Remi with subtle amusement to his reaction toward the impromptu lesson. RE: I'll Drink to That - Ashetta - 11-25-2018
RE: I'll Drink to That - Vervain - 11-25-2018 Since Remi had gone after Devrum, Vai was left to contend with the box-creature, and she let out a curse and a yelp and fell promptly onto her rump as the thing leapt at her. [say]"What on... oh. Hello."[/say] She arched an eyebrow down at the feline in her lap, which purred and headbutted at her hand. Once it was content that it had her attention, it leapt away with its tail high and went to investigate the rest of the tavern. Luckily enough, the box it had jumped from did have matches inside, so Vai was able to light the lanterns. At last! Devrum and Remi would literally have their work cut out for them. Whilst chopping at trees would most definitely give them sturdy and long-lasting seating, it was definitely a lot of back-breaking labour. Hopefully they were up to the job! Ashetta, meanwhile, seemed to have gained the spider's trust with both the fish and the not-being-a-dog anymore, and it scuttled clumsily towards the ex-assassin and her offering. Unfortunately it wasn't meant to be. The black-and-white feline who had just claimed Vervain leapt with an astonishing agility (considering how fat and odd-limbed and one-eyed it was) onto the spider, flattening it dead. That done and with a pompous flick of its tail, the cat turned to start feasting on the fish. All's well that ends well. No post order! Time to wrap up your tasks, folks! <3 RE: I'll Drink to That - Remi - 11-25-2018 Did Remi have experience building things with his hands? He most certainly did. Although the construction of tables and chairs was a bit more base and inelegant than that which he normally worked on. The alchemist’s speciality was creating complex objects, not basic structures. Even so, he was more than happy to give it a go. Finding nothing in the closet, he followed closely behind Listening as the bear spoke, the alchemist nodded studiously and began to mimic the man’s actions. Quickly the pair were able to drop a good amount of wood. Gathering the wood, Remi looked to Dev for instruction. However quickly, the shapes within the wood began to take hold in his mind. If he could just get them out somehow. [say] “What if we–“[/say] The alchemist began, before sketching out his thoughts for Devrum’s approval. The shapes he wanted to carve out of the wood were crude, but he thought they would make comfortable seating and wouldn’t be too hard to fasten together. With either approval for the bear or an alternative approach, the hawk would begin to meticulously work on what would eventually become the seating area for the Rathskeller. |