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Post by Lan on Jul 29, 2015 0:02:12 GMT
"Ary?" He looks confused and then shakes his head. "You can't even discuss yours civilly. Probably cause nothing actually goes through your head." Fletcher wrinkles his nose at the insult to Theros and glares at Aryteneus. "I don't hate people in better situations. Sometimes people are just lucky. It does seem a little unfair that you get to see all this sort of stuff every day and have nice clothes and good food and have nobody ever hurt you." Fletcher breathes in deep, growing visibly more emotional. "My family had five people all living in one room. We worked all day just to pay the landholder and buy bread and tools. I have had sweets four times in my life, that I remember. My dad got killed when a work cart fell on him. My mom does laundry from dawn until sunset some days to keep my brother and I fed, and I don't even know if she knows I'm alive. I own two sets of clothes. When I got apprenticed everyone was happy because smiths make enough to pay for a family if you're lucky." He looks on the verge of tears, but also surprised that he spoke that much, and walks away from the group briskly, setting down on one of the tables. Lan looks up with pain in his eyes, but he makes no comment. No need to add more to that. No need to share his own pains. He was a snooty noble after all... |
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Jul 29, 2015 0:04:44 GMT
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Post by Burnadette on Jul 29, 2015 0:04:44 GMT
"Ary?" He looks confused and then shakes his head. "You can't even discuss yours civilly. Probably cause nothing actually goes through your head." Fletcher wrinkles his nose at the insult to Theros and glares at Aryteneus. "I don't hate people in better situations. Sometimes people are just lucky. It does seem a little unfair that you get to see all this sort of stuff every day and have nice clothes and good food and have nobody ever hurt you." Fletcher breathes in deep, growing visibly more emotional. "My family had five people all living in one room. We worked all day just to pay the landholder and buy bread and tools. I have had sweets four times in my life, that I remember. My dad got killed when a work cart fell on him. My mom does laundry from dawn until sunset some days to keep my brother and I fed, and I don't even know if she knows I'm alive. I own two sets of clothes. When I got apprenticed everyone was happy because smiths make enough to pay for a family if you're lucky." He looks on the verge of tears, but also surprised that he spoke that much, and walks away from the group briskly, setting down on one of the tables. Bernadette jumps up wiping the tears from her eyes and sits next to Fletcher. " I had no control over being born the middle child of 8 to a family of farmers on a cold northern Island. I had no control over the fact that we couldn't keep most of the food that we produced. And I can't help that I was born a mage. And you can't help that you were born noble. Let's stop pretending that some of us are better than others for things we can't control." |
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Post by theros on Jul 29, 2015 0:06:55 GMT
Theros looks pained and a little angry. His fists clench.
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 29, 2015 0:12:55 GMT
Aryteneus scowls slightly, not sure how to deal with them crying. He glances at Lan.
"Some sob stories, huh?"
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Jul 29, 2015 0:15:12 GMT
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Post by Burnadette on Jul 29, 2015 0:15:12 GMT
Aryteneus scowls slightly, not sure how to deal with them crying. He glances at Lan. "Some sob stories, huh?" She feels as if she could roast him alive. She slams her fist down on the table and decides to walk out before she ends up getting in trouble again. |
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Post by Conrad on Jul 29, 2015 0:16:05 GMT
Conrad looks at Ary. "Diplomacy is not your strong point is it Sir."
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Post by Lan on Jul 29, 2015 0:18:51 GMT
Aryteneus scowls slightly, not sure how to deal with them crying. He glances at Lan. "Some sob stories, huh?" "Please have some heart, Aryteneus." |
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 29, 2015 0:21:26 GMT
Aryteneus scowls slightly, not sure how to deal with them crying. He glances at Lan. "Some sob stories, huh?" "Please have some heart, Aryteneus." "Everyone has problems. I don't see the point in discussing them." |
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Post by Lan on Jul 29, 2015 0:22:07 GMT
"Please have some heart, Aryteneus." "Everyone has problems. I don't see the point in discussing them." "it takes a lot of courage to open up like that." |
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Post by Burnadette on Jul 29, 2015 0:22:49 GMT
Aryteneus scowls slightly, not sure how to deal with them crying. He glances at Lan. "Some sob stories, huh?" "Please have some heart, Aryteneus." She turns to Lan, "You're not snotty Lan, I'm so sorry I even possible put you in that category..." She turns away and sits by herself the corner, fiddling with her dented blade, slowly willing the tears to stop falling. |
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Post by theros on Jul 29, 2015 0:24:47 GMT
Theros throws another punch at Ary's face. This time actually in anger with intent to maim. (Theros needs someone to teach him self control!)
Martial arts:2
Power:3 + 1fatepoint=4
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 29, 2015 0:29:47 GMT
Theros throws another punch at Ary's face. This time actually in anger with intent to maim. (Theros needs someone to teach him self control!) Martial arts:2 Power:3 + 1fatepoint=4 2 on reflexes. Theros' fist collides right into his face, and Aryteneus stumbles back into the table, his hand shooting up defensively. He stands in shock afterwards, looking at the blood on his hand as it trickles down his nose and lip. He's breathing hard (from rage or fear it is difficult to determine), but his green eyes lock on Theros coldly and narrow and the wind picks up ever so slightly as he draws in magic. |
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Post by theros on Jul 29, 2015 0:42:07 GMT
Theros throws another punch at Ary's face. This time actually in anger with intent to maim. (Theros needs someone to teach him self control!) Martial arts:2 Power:3 + 1fatepoint=4 2 on reflexes. Theros' fist collides right into his face, and Aryteneus stumbles back into the table, his hand shooting up defensively. He stands in shock afterwards, looking at the blood on his hand as it trickles down his nose and lip. He's breathing hard (from rage or fear it is difficult to determine), but his green eyes lock on Theros coldly and narrow and the wind picks up ever so slightly as he draws in magic. Theros takes a fighting stance, seeing the rage in Ary's eyes. Theros looks serious, but inside he is afraid since he doesn't know what to expect from someone with magic and suddenly realizes this might be more than he can handle. His long gold hair shakes in the wind. He prepares to retaliate to whatever Ary does. |
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Post by Burnadette on Jul 29, 2015 0:45:40 GMT
2 on reflexes. Theros' fist collides right into his face, and Aryteneus stumbles back into the table, his hand shooting up defensively. He stands in shock afterwards, looking at the blood on his hand as it trickles down his nose and lip. He's breathing hard (from rage or fear it is difficult to determine), but his green eyes lock on Theros coldly and narrow and the wind picks up ever so slightly as he draws in magic. Theros takes a fighting stance, seeing the rage in Ary's eyes. Theros looks serious, but inside he is afraid since he doesn't know what to expect from someone with magic and suddenly realizes this might be more than he can handle. His long gold hair shakes in the wind. He prepares to retaliate to whatever Ary does. Burnadette sprints to go between Ary and Theros, her arms outstretched. " you really going to use magic on someone who can't use magic back!?" |
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Post by Aryteneus on Jul 29, 2015 0:54:13 GMT
Theros takes a fighting stance, seeing the rage in Ary's eyes. Theros looks serious, but inside he is afraid since he doesn't know what to expect from someone with magic and suddenly realizes this might be more than he can handle. His long gold hair shakes in the wind. He prepares to retaliate to whatever Ary does. Burnadette sprints to go between Ary and Theros, her arms outstretched. " you really going to use magic on someone who can't use magic back?" (4 on will Robert with fate) His lip curls derisively and he clenches his fists, eyes never leaving Theros. "I have every right to, but I won't." |
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