|
Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 13, 2009 19:25:11 GMT -5
From the next table over, a arctic fox leaned over slightly... The vixen was interested in the conversation, or what little she heard of it. The larger beast, a cat of some sort looked somewhat familiar to her... She couldn't quite place the face or the voice, but she was sure he was familiar. Of course, when he mentioned his name, the eavesdropping vixen let her tankard hit the table with a thud, splashing herself with the ale inside and losing the rest of it to the floor as it rolled off the table.
"B... B.... Brisk.... Brisk Balvayne... Right?"
She had to speak up, there was no way that either party at the table could have failed to hear her drop her drink... Which was leaving a dark patch on her purple dress. Turning her chair to face the pair a bit more, the vixen genuinely looked sorry for interrupting.
"I'm sorry for interrupting you... But you're Brisk Balvayne, right? You're from beyond the northlands in the lands of snow and ice right?"
Supid Shalayla... You don't talk to the guy who has that rep... Not if you like to live...
That was definatly Shalayla Treeblade, or as she went by these days, Purplestreak Sharpsword, all over... Ranger, but not exactly one with a great amount of common sense when it came to beasts she had heard of or remembered.
|
|
Yasmine
Private
Don't expect something smart here from me...!c!Default
Posts: 26
|
Post by Yasmine on Feb 13, 2009 20:24:55 GMT -5
OOC: Hey! Someone joined us!! Yasmine glanced at the lynx. "I know your name. The weasel told me. Figured that you'd want to introduce yourself properly." It was on purpose that Yasmine avoid the question of what she was doing here. That question always nerved her, and because of...certain reasons...she never told the truth. That would never change, or at least she hoped it wouldn't. Instead of looking away, Yasmine piercing gaze bore right into Brisk's. "I..." she started to answer, hoping that she was sounding convincing. "B... B.... Brisk.... Brisk Balvayne... Right?" Surprised, Yasmine swung an arm over the back of the chair and looked straight at a nervous looking white fox. Eyeing past the beast, Yasmine spotted a jug lying on its side on the table and its contents spilled all over the place. She heard the bartender grumble something about clumsy customers as the fox continued. "I'm sorry for interrupting you... But you're Brisk Balvayne, right? You're from beyond the northlands in the lands of snow and ice right?" Interested, Yasmine raised her eyebrows and looked inquiring at the lynx. "Well Brisk, do you know this creature?" 'What a lucky break.'
|
|
|
Post by Brisk Balvayne VI on Feb 14, 2009 9:55:51 GMT -5
OOC: w00t = ]
BIC:
Brisk's cold eyes locked with Yasmine's fiery glare, and he gave a small scowl, the personalities clashing once more. He was about to interrupt her explanation himself, but then someone spoke up right after the falling of a tankard could be heard. The creature had a soft nervous voice.
Slowly, Brisk spun around, brow quirked, listening to her words as he analyzed her. She did seem familiar, but sometimes people were forgotten by Brisk unless they were threatening his life. Only those who threatened his life or were competition in his mind, were the only ones with a guaranteed seat in his memory. None the less though, she did seem oddly familiar, either possibly from personal experience or a tale of some sort. He couldn't place it.
He glanced to Yasmine, eyes narrowed. "Honestly, I'm not sure." He began, before glancing back at the arctic vixen. "Ya, I am, who wants to know eh?" He asked rather coldly, right eyebrow raised in suspicion. The feline then took another moment to examine her, looking her up and down once more.
Who is she?...Is she from a tale, or someone I knew and can't quite gather up my memory. I guess if I can't remember maybe she isn't that important? Brisk thought arrogantly.
|
|
|
Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 16, 2009 13:37:17 GMT -5
"I don't use my old name, Shalayla Treeblade, any more... So call me... Purplestreak. Purplestreak Sharpsword."
Looking at Brisk more than Yasmine, she could practically hear his mind racing as it tried to piece her to a possible memory. Sure, she remembered him, more from rep than face, but she had met him at least twice on her lonely journey south... She had come far after being a vermin band's "slave" for several years... She had earned her freedom in blood, took her father's sword back from the band and headed south in the wake of the camp's death... That had scarred her mind greatly, leaving her with a distrust of the northlands.
"We... We've met before Brisk... Twice... In two taverns on the road."
|
|
|
Post by Brisk Balvayne VI on Feb 16, 2009 14:55:50 GMT -5
Brisk quirked a brow and studies her long and hard. Slowly, she came to his head. He gave a silent "oh", and gave a sigh. "Ah, hey." Brisk said before ordering another drink and chugging it down. What exactly is she doing here anyway? He thought, looking Purple' up and down, studying her some more.
" Question, I recall meeting you twice, but what exactly 'appened? That much I can't remember, all I see is a couple blurs of yew..." He began almost softly, for once, but then his bad attitude came into play again.
" Furthermore, why the name change anyway?" He asked obnoxiously as if it made no sense in the world. It honestly did confuse him, especially because he couldn't recall all of his memories of her or what happened anyway.
The lynx had a great memory, for the most part, it was just on occasion unfortunate events would happen, maybe a blow to the head, and bam, memory gone.
|
|
|
Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 16, 2009 18:39:47 GMT -5
"I can only remember the first time clear enough to relate..."
Taking a deep breath, the arctic vixen called the memory up from the depths of her mind.
"We were in the southern edge of the lands of snow and ice... I didn't have the streak of purple in my hair, or this dress back then... I was much more ragged that time, wearing the ragged reminents of a too-small blue dress and all I to my name was a few coins and my father's sword... I can't quite remember it clearly, but I think had knocked over your drink..."
By this point, she was struggling to hold back tears, going that close back to her time of being a slave to the all-male band's cruel whims.
"I used up everything I had left to replace your drink... Then I told you I was running... I had fled a camp of vermin who had been using and abusing me as a slave in both senses of the word... I... I'm sorry... I have to stop..."
She wasn't lying... Purplestreak had been trying to suppress those seven years of her life since she killed the camp of her cruel captors while they slept... In fact, she was sure she still had the blood and who knows what else still on her fur when she had entered the tavern and first met the lynx... Many of the patrons had called her a tramp and a vagabond for her appearence. That hadn't helped her that night...
|
|
|
Post by Brisk Balvayne VI on Feb 16, 2009 20:48:24 GMT -5
As Brisk listened to his tale, his ears slightly flattened, and his gaze became colder. He couldn't bare look at her. It was due in part to deep down inside, he knew most likely he didn't help her in anyway. Sighing, he glanced to her as tears fell. He kept his emotionless glare in tact, and nodded to her.
"I'm sorry." He said. It didn't sound sincere, but if Purple did remember him and his personality, she herself would've known it was his way of being sincere, it was the best way he knew how to show it. His heart was frozen, and it would take a bit to chip away some of the pieces. In fact, maybe the reason he was sorry despite his pathetic way of expressing it, was that she maybe helped chip some away. Maybe he did help her in some way.
"Do you remember what I did?" He asked. He honestly wasn't going to be surprised if he did something wrong, but maybe, maybe if he did something right for her, starting today, slowly, his personality flaws would slowly be brought to his attention, and then he'd change.
|
|
Yasmine
Private
Don't expect something smart here from me...!c!Default
Posts: 26
|
Post by Yasmine on Feb 17, 2009 15:31:09 GMT -5
He's sorry? This guy is sorry? That was certainly new. Sure, Yasmine hadn't known this guy for a long time, but it was still shocking. She was sure he wasn't that type, but then again, everybody has their special moments.
The vixen, Purplestreak, was obviously upset, considering the show she was putting on. Yasmine didn't know what Brisk did, or what anything was about, since she had nothing to do with this, but Yasmine decided to soften the tension that was in the air just a little bit. Yasmine sighed. The only problem was that wasn't her style. Nevertheless, Yasmine switched to the seat on her left and pointed to the chair she had previously been sitting in.
"Sit here, Purplestreak. Nobody's gonna bite you, but calm down a bit." Motioning to the bartender, Yasmine tossed him a coin. "Hey, get her a drink. Its on me."
|
|
|
Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 17, 2009 16:15:36 GMT -5
"N... No... I'm sorry... I can't remember..."
That was true enough, she couldn't remember what had been said... But there was something clicking into place...
"Y... You loaned me some money though... I think it was to help me get back on my feet..."
Looking over at Yasmine when she spoke, she smiled weakly and nodded.
"Thank you... I can see that the world here is far kinder to a stranger than... Than some beasts in the north...."
Sitting in the offered chair, she wiped away the forming tears. For the first time in many years, she felt comradere with another beast. Sure, she hadn't met Yasmine before, nor did the vixen know the mouse's name... But right now, the kindness the had bestowed on the fox was enough to ease that particular ache from her past.
|
|
|
Post by Brisk Balvayne VI on Feb 17, 2009 20:03:05 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for this short post, but I'm short on time >.<
BIC:
Brisk gave a sigh and shrugged to himself, his eyes focused on his drink. Well, I did something right I suppose. The lynx leopard mix thought shocked.
It wasn't normally in his nature to help unless it helped him as well, which is why he was so stunned. But, at the same time, he was relieved. The feline wasn't quite sure why he was relieved, but he knew he was.
His ears perked a bit at Yasmine's words. He snickered. "Yew think, she won't, but she does bite." He said emotionless, sipping away at his drink once more, then pushing the mug aside, done for the night.
|
|
Yasmine
Private
Don't expect something smart here from me...!c!Default
Posts: 26
|
Post by Yasmine on Feb 18, 2009 7:26:19 GMT -5
Yasmine looked away at Purplestreak's words and grunted softly. She didn't know how tough the north had been to the vixen, but if it was enough to say that down here was better than it really was, then Yasmine didn't exactly want to go there. Not that she was afraid, but rather that it was probably a pain in the rear up there. There had been enough trouble where she had been, and Yasmine didn't want much more than she could handle. Past events had stretched her limits.
"Don't get to hopeful, Purplestreak. This world isn't as kind as you think it might be. Trust me on that one." Yasmine sighed at the thoughts she hadn't thought in a while, and hadn't wanted to think for the rest of her life, though she knew that was impossible. Purple will find out sooner or later that this wasn't even close to paradise.
|
|
|
Post by Raiden and Zahi on Feb 18, 2009 17:01:53 GMT -5
"It's better than spending seven years at the whims of fifteen male stoats, ferrets, rats, and weasels. You'd call this heaven after that hell..."
Still sniffling a bit, she took a deep drink from the tankard Yasmine had brought her. Pulling out a handkerchief from a dress pocket, she blew her nose to try and stop the sniffling. Setting the tankard down on the table, she looked at the mouse.
"If you want hell... Believe me, suffering seven years of slavery under that band was it..."
OOC: Ugh... Muse... Dead.
|
|