all the men and women merely players
Mildw
Falke Guildenstern
The "Fixer"

Age: 35 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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#1
We're all just ticking time bombs
Even a man in service to others has his needs and as the Fixer is quite single, he might as well take advantage a few ‘tit for tat’ deals made. His services for theirs. Not the patients themselves, of course, that would be wrong on so many levels, but the Houses, yes.

Even Falke can admit when he’s rather vanilla, and with time spent half on the sex part and half on the companionship part, he’s an easy customer. A genuinely good time. A respectful, happy client. So he was tonight, and the Fixer is now both pleasantly tired and feeling lighter as he steps out of the doorway of a brothel, a well-endowed Madame waving farewell to the man with the cane.

And now, he thinks as his stomach rumbles - for food. A place just around the corner with simple, hearty fare - purposefully placed to entice the post-coitus crowd. Moving languidly, Falke heads for it, letting his mind wander more than usual.
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Swamp Witch

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#2
M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast
There for meeting the other Demi-Gods, Mildew had decided to wander the town for a little while after the event. It had been odd; they all seemed to know more about what was happening than she did, and she had somehow offended her fellow Frey-sister. Social norms did change over the years, and she supposed it had been a few centuries...maybe she had some things to learn.

She passed the brothel with a flicker of amusement. It had been a very, very long time since Mildew had felt the touch of another, but she found that she simply had higher priorities for the time being. One thing she did need though was food and the smell of something filling and hearty attracted her to the small cafe.

There was one seat left; next to a man she did not recognise, but Mildew hardly knew anyone in this town, so that was hardly a problem. Slipping into the remaining seat, she smiled at him, not one to keep silent when a conversation could be have. "Hello there darling, could I sit here?"
Oh, come a little closer
and I'll do the rest
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Falke Guildenstern
The "Fixer"

Age: 35 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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#3
We're all just ticking time bombs
Mid-bite, Falke smiles around his toasted sandwich and nod vigorously, dipping his head to one side in an abbreviated ‘please sit.’ Of course she is welcome, the seat is empty! He quickly chews his way through that mouthful, surreptitiously glancing at the woman from the corner of his eye. People didn’t often call him ‘dear,’ and her tone is enough to give him enough pause. Unable to put a finger on exactly what intrigues him, Falke swallows and then turns a bit towards her, bright and curious despite the hour.

“What keeps you out tonight?” he asks, setting the sandwich down for a moment. A tired, slightly harried looking man comes out of the doorway to the newest client and asks what he can get her, impatience dripping from the notepad and pen he’s poised to write with.
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Swamp Witch

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#4
M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast
It was nice to see such a welcoming face. Mildew had found that those in Stormbreak did not like the unfamiliar. Because of her association with those respected as close to the Gods, she had been tolerated so far, but she'd seen many a disparaging glance at her muddy dress and bare feet, her rough Wilds accent that none had heard in many years. Smiling at Falke, she leaned forward, elbow on the table to speak to him, when the server appeared.

"Oh. Ah...I'm still not entirely sure what it is you all eat in these place. Look, anything you have will probably be fine, darling. With water, please." She didn't trust all their weird fancy drinks.

As the server left she turned back to Falke, tucking some of her wild hair behind one ear. "I was called to a meeting that ran rather late...though I've never been one for an early bed time. And you?" Mildew asked, her eyes dipping down then back up to his.
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Falke Guildenstern
The "Fixer"

Age: 35 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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We're all just ticking time bombs
At first, the server just looks at the woman like she’s an idiot for a minute. Then he shrugs and makes some kind of decision, not one to argue if she’s going to hand him carte blanche. It’s either the most expensive thing or the easiest thing on the menu.

Falke doesn’t intervene in that whole thing; he’s already working his way through another bite, a bit of overly-enthusiastic sauce painting the tip of his beard, unnoticed. That’s probably because he had noticed something unique about her.

“I was visiting the Silk Houses,” he replies after swallowing, open and without shame. “Worked up a bit of an appetite, not quite ready to forego the company of people.” Even strangers and mere passersby - Falke enjoys the energy of Stormbreak, even when he’s just observing it. “Forgive me, but you said ‘this place.’ You’re from elsewhere? Somewhere… very different?” Which is what he can’t quite puzzle out by himself. All the other places seem relatively normal - at least by food standards. Except maybe Halo, but that’s because Ursur meat has a very particular taste and they use it so often...
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#6
M i l d e w

Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast
Mildew stared right back at the server until he accepted her order. It would have been far more embarrassing and awkward for the both of them had she tried to actually specify any foods; she was sure that here they didn't serve soups and stews made from swamp leaves and creatures or salted strips of mushrooms dried over the roof on a hot day.

"The silk houses....oh. The brothel." She returned, equally shameless about the matter. "And did you have a good time there? It has been so long since I've even seen such an establishment I almost forgot of their existence."

Indeed, she was from somewhere very different, and Mildew loved to speak of her home. "I come from the Feverlands, dear. In the Wilds. The most beautiful place in Caido, though many find it a little too deadly for their tastes." She shrugged, as if this estimation was simply a bad opinion. "Have you ever been? There's all kinds of wonderful things there. Wild magic and creatures and even witches."


{I\'m so sorry I completely forgot I had a thread I owed on Mildew D:}
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Falke Guildenstern
The "Fixer"

Age: 35 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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#7
We're all just ticking time bombs
Not one to kiss and tell, Falke occupies his mouth with another bite, nodding vigorously in the affirmative.

He best eat as much as he can, because the woman’s next revelation is one that truly grabs the Fixer’s attention. She lives in the Feverlands? That alone is enough to make him want to pull out his notepad and ask her a hundred questions, but that desire wars with his equally strong sense of conscientiousness. So he ends up quiet for a minute, trying his best not to scare her off by being a giddy school-boy.

“The Feverlands, he finally echoes, obvious awe in his tone. “Now that’s one place I’ll likely never be able to go. Can you tell me more about it? Books and catalogs of flora and fauns are fine and all, but nothing compares with someone who lives there.” And then, of course, he’s reminded of the Order’s last meeting and the mention of one of Frey’s demigods. He does not assume, but what other reason would someone who lives in the Feverlands have to come here?

“Have you ever met a witch?” An innocent question, of course, but oh, how his eyes sparkle in the lamplight as he asks.
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