Wandering Aimlessly (open)

[Valeria]

Valeria was what she personally referred to as "unofficial patrol duty". Basically, it was a slightly important-sounding way of saying that she, despite being off-duty, was bored and had nothing better to do, so she decided to wander around and keep an eye out for any trouble. At least, that was the plan for a bit. Then maybe she'd head to a restaurant and get something to eat. It had been a while since she treated herself to some nice food. As the grand captain, she made plenty of money, but most of it went toward supporting her father. He never did fully recover from the shock of what happened those sixteen long years ago, largely due to him being thrown in that dungeon immediately after.

All of that was in the past, though, at times, Valeria couldn't help but find herself dwelling on it. The one thing she didn't hate the previous captain for was the death of her mother; hell, it was probably the only non-corrupt thing she ever saw him do. After all, she was a spy, and she attacked him. It was a textbook case of self-defense. However, that didn't make the sight of him impaling her through the chest with his lance any less horrifying, and there was a part of her that, even in spite of the truth, missed her very much. She had always been a loving mother and a devoted wife to her husband. If all of that was an act, then it was a damn good one, and even now, Valeria couldn't help but wonder about it.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Valeria looked around. It really wasn't like her to mull over such things. At least, not to the extent that she was right now. Maybe she really should go and get something to eat now. At the very least, there didn't seem to be anything unusual going on at the moment. If there were, she was sure the normal guards would be able to handle it.

[COMFERANS]

Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? Vicious teeth ripped and tore away at steaming flesh, grinding it to a red, juice-oozing pulp. Lips smacked as slobber flew through the air. Surely, the beast that owned these wretched, skin-shearing jaws was a gruesome horror to behold. Fortunately, it was only a strong, although largely crude man. His hair was a striking sapphire blue, that drew the eye. His physique could put a silver-back gorilla to shame, and his eyebrows were near thick enough to classify as a mustache for his forehead. He didn't look like the friendly type. His head raised, as his eyes widened at the sight of glossy, purple hair. He recognized her, and for whatever reason, cared greatly that he had the chance to simply see her. He sat up straight, swinging his arm in the air to draw her attention. Normally there wasn't normally a place to sit here; yet, for whatever reason, an entire log of untreated lumber rested on the side of the walkway. It acted as his bench as he munched away at the leg of the roasted turkey that rested in his lap. "HO, THERE," he called to her, with a shockingly friendly chime in his voice. He called to her as if she were a friend he'd known for all his life. It was undoubtedly confusing for poor Valeria as he cried, "YONDER MAIDEN OF VIOLET TRESSES! I BECKON thee, for BUT A MOMENT -- BE YE whom I dare to ask..!"  His speech was off-putting at best, given the ill-suiting commoner's mannerisms that delivered it. He chomped away at his half eaten turkey leg, before addressing her. He pointed his drumstick at her with off-handed curiosity, still chewing his food as he softly asked, "Art thou not captain of our Gaurd..?" He broke eye contact, and patted the log he sat on, inviting her to take a seat. "Worry not, I have not but praises to sing..! You may stay, should you wish to hear it." [ tagged: Valeria] [ muse ]

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[Valeria]

When Valeria started hearing some strange sounds, she grew cautious. She didn't brandish her axe just yet, but she was more then ready to if need be. It sounded as though some sort of wild beast had managed to make it's way into the city and was in the process of devouring something...or, Gods forbid, someone. Whatever it was, it also sounded like it would be quite large. Valeria couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She had plenty of experience fighting bandits and Risen. Giant beasts, not so much. Nevertheless, she steeled herself, and, moving cautiously, made her way to the source of this noise.

When she actually saw what it, she had a blank look on her face. Apparently, it was just a large man, sitting on a log and gorging himself on what seemed to be a fairly large turkey leg. It wasn't until he spoke to her (and seriously, who the hell even talks like that anymore?) that she was able able to look at him with anything other than stunned silence. But he seemed friendly enough, and he apparently held her in fairly high regard, so she figured she'd humor him for a bit by taking the seat offered to her. "I...suppose I don't mind...though, I do hope it's brief. I was hoping to get something to eat fairly soon."

[COMFERANS]

Why don't we hide in the trunk of this tree for a while? So she WAS hungry! Just as he had hoped. Now she might actually have the wit to stay and listen. His smile was wide, although his teeth were flecked with strands and chunks of meat. "Then my lap should bear thee aid," he boasted, ripping the other leg off his roasted turkey like one might peel a the skin from a banana. He nodded at her as he silently offered his food to her. He decided he'd waste no further time, and began to explain why he pulled her aside, seemingly more humble while talking for only her to hear. "I -- I uh, haven't heard many details of your tale; but from what I was told, you've already doubled the achievements that I hope to begin." He took a second bite from his own turkey leg, nearly cleaning the bone. He hadn't even bothered to swallow before continuing with, "Et'sh gwite fsrhrankly ehmspierang." His mouth closed to swallow, as he concluded with a dash more seriousness. "Traitor Kin or not, I couldn't care what our people called you. From a Squire, to a Knight; it's nice to have a role model that stands against corruption. Justice and Unity are thoughts of yesteryear, I worry oft. It doesn't help that our lords squabble for a throne, as if their manors and fifes were street-morsels that ill sustain them. I would stead to mount a saddle, in place some sodding, fancified chair." [ tagged: Valeria] [ muse ]

made by nette of gs / yasna of apo