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[ He looks at Hawke who is grievously injured. Yeah, there's no way they can climb the walls at this rate. When he moves his limbs, there's still a lot of pain that shoots up. They only shaved off the arrows externally, after all. All that stuff is still inside him. It's extremely unpleasant and painful.
Despite that. ]
Let's keep on moving. I'll help carry Hawke so you two [ he looks at Taair and Richie ] can lead us.
[ He's not going to just leave him there. Is that a dangerous liability? Yeah. He's logical and reasonable, but sometimes he says fuck you to that. He's not leaving his teammates behind. Even if it'll obviously strain his wounds, but like. What else can they do at this point? ]
Despite that. ]
Let's keep on moving. I'll help carry Hawke so you two [ he looks at Taair and Richie ] can lead us.
[ He's not going to just leave him there. Is that a dangerous liability? Yeah. He's logical and reasonable, but sometimes he says fuck you to that. He's not leaving his teammates behind. Even if it'll obviously strain his wounds, but like. What else can they do at this point? ]
Just prop me up somewhere I'll just scare the pants off of anyone approaching.
[ he's only like, 40% joking but also, there's absolutely no fucking way he's going to be of any use going forward. if only the arrows were on the outside, they could just roll him like an attack ball into oncoming enemies. ]
Don't be foolish for my sake.
[ he's only like, 40% joking but also, there's absolutely no fucking way he's going to be of any use going forward. if only the arrows were on the outside, they could just roll him like an attack ball into oncoming enemies. ]
Don't be foolish for my sake.
We're not doing that, Hawke. I don't trust we'd find you again if we left you behind.
[Sorry, but this place sucks hard. Even if he's a liability now, he's a friend first. The last thing he wants is to leave any one of them to the proprietor's devices. Richie nods to Adolphe, albeit with some hesitation.]
If you start flagging, pass him on to me. But for now we'll cover you both.
[onwards to the next door. Applies whatever caution and lockpicking skills we need.]
[Sorry, but this place sucks hard. Even if he's a liability now, he's a friend first. The last thing he wants is to leave any one of them to the proprietor's devices. Richie nods to Adolphe, albeit with some hesitation.]
If you start flagging, pass him on to me. But for now we'll cover you both.
[onwards to the next door. Applies whatever caution and lockpicking skills we need.]
[Past the courtyard and through the ornate doors, the gang will find themselves facing a long, winding staircase that will lead them to the third floor. The halfway point of their adventure. Wahoo.
Dripping blood on their way up, and assuming they don't immediately pass out and die, the group can climb the staircase and make it to the third floor landing. There they will see a simple wooden door. No bells in sight. No fancy decorations. Not even a lock. The door should open with only a simple push.
How will they approach this?]
Dripping blood on their way up, and assuming they don't immediately pass out and die, the group can climb the staircase and make it to the third floor landing. There they will see a simple wooden door. No bells in sight. No fancy decorations. Not even a lock. The door should open with only a simple push.
How will they approach this?]
[ up we go...! haggard and exhausted. taair's not much for heavy lifting, so he will bring up the rear this time, since he's in...relatively...okay shape... comparatively, letting richie take point.
we're so paranoid at this point - once they get up the stairs, taair looks left and right and tries to listen for any approaching sounds or strangeness, looking at the door a bit warily from around adolphe and hawke's sides before peering back to make sure they aren't being followed, also? ]
... Perhaps there will be a party after all... [ this is a joke. even he is suspicious of this door. ]
we're so paranoid at this point - once they get up the stairs, taair looks left and right and tries to listen for any approaching sounds or strangeness, looking at the door a bit warily from around adolphe and hawke's sides before peering back to make sure they aren't being followed, also? ]
... Perhaps there will be a party after all... [ this is a joke. even he is suspicious of this door. ]
[ Adolphe is exhausted. He's probably holding onto red warning HP by this point with pain that comes with every slight movement he makes--even breathing. he didn't get struck at vitals, but damn.
Is there anything that smells past the door? Like there's a heavy stench or something? ]
Is there anything that smells past the door? Like there's a heavy stench or something? ]
[ hawke has ascended beyond the pain of death and has entered the numb nirvana of i can't feel a damned thing but the slow crawl of time. it's great! he's great! he's barely clutching onto adolphe up this miserable climb by the time they reach the top ]
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Edited (AUTOCORRECT, NO) 2025-03-25 22:29 (UTC)
Closing in, hoss.
[Richie speaks low, especially as they come to the door. He'll listen against the wood for a moment first, seeing if he can hear anything amiss.
If the coast is clear, he will push open. If he hears something beyond, he'll stop to assess, relay the message back to the gang. What do his jug-ears hear?]
[Richie speaks low, especially as they come to the door. He'll listen against the wood for a moment first, seeing if he can hear anything amiss.
If the coast is clear, he will push open. If he hears something beyond, he'll stop to assess, relay the message back to the gang. What do his jug-ears hear?]
[There is something that smells past the door. But it's not a stench. It actually smells pretty damn delicious.
Richie's jug ears will hear the gentle, rhythmic tapping of metal against wood. Occasionally, the clink of something made out of ceramic being set down. Nothing that sounds dangerous.
Will they proceed?]
Richie's jug ears will hear the gentle, rhythmic tapping of metal against wood. Occasionally, the clink of something made out of ceramic being set down. Nothing that sounds dangerous.
Will they proceed?]
[ LET'S GO!!!
He has a sword at ready just in case. Also why does it smell good. He's hungry. Damn. ]
He has a sword at ready just in case. Also why does it smell good. He's hungry. Damn. ]
[ he's dying probably but his stomach rumbles anyway. rude.
all yours, richie ]
all yours, richie ]
[We can get you a nice last meal hawke
But okay richie will slowly creak the door open, peering in through a crack first. Hope they've WD-40ed these hinges. If the coast is clear or no one bum rushes them with knives out or points projectiles at them, he will lead them inside.]
But okay richie will slowly creak the door open, peering in through a crack first. Hope they've WD-40ed these hinges. If the coast is clear or no one bum rushes them with knives out or points projectiles at them, he will lead them inside.]
[The hinges creak horribly and I am forcing you to open the door all the way. Also, there will be no MILFs for you because you didn't yell DADDY'S HOME. :/
On the other side of the door, they find... a kitchen? Yes. A kitchen, filled with people who appear to have been in the middle of cooking dinner. They startle, some taking a step back upon the group's sudden and horrific appearance. You are all, after all, still holding weapons, brutalized and covered in blood.
None of them make any moves to attack the group. They seem like simple working men and women, who are just trying to make it through the day.
There is a man standing by the stoves, a wooden spatula clutched in his hand and a terrible burn spanning the left side of his face. He recovers from his shock quickly enough to offer the group a smile, though there is a noticeably wary edge to it.
An older, brown haired man stares up at you from where he's crouched over two wooden buckets. One filled with dirty dishes, the other filled with soapy water. He has stopped in the middle of rinsing a bowl, frowning at the group.
On the other end of the room, a dark skinned man slowly kneads dough. He has not stopped since the group entered the room, and he watches you carefully from under his eyelashes. He seems oddly calm. Purposefully so.
Finally, a woman stands next to him with a knife clutched in her hand and the chopped up remains of a mackerel on the counter in front of her. She seems calm and collected, watching the group cooly even while holding the knife in a white knuckled grip.
Perhaps more importantly for the group's very, very beat up asses — there is food and water to be found here. Dried fish line the walls, there are bowls of hot broth near the young man manning the stoves, and a pitcher filled with cool water sits on the counter.
They are free to take whatever they want. Nobody will stop them. They get the sense that these people will only attack in self-defense.]
On the other side of the door, they find... a kitchen? Yes. A kitchen, filled with people who appear to have been in the middle of cooking dinner. They startle, some taking a step back upon the group's sudden and horrific appearance. You are all, after all, still holding weapons, brutalized and covered in blood.
None of them make any moves to attack the group. They seem like simple working men and women, who are just trying to make it through the day.
There is a man standing by the stoves, a wooden spatula clutched in his hand and a terrible burn spanning the left side of his face. He recovers from his shock quickly enough to offer the group a smile, though there is a noticeably wary edge to it.
An older, brown haired man stares up at you from where he's crouched over two wooden buckets. One filled with dirty dishes, the other filled with soapy water. He has stopped in the middle of rinsing a bowl, frowning at the group.
On the other end of the room, a dark skinned man slowly kneads dough. He has not stopped since the group entered the room, and he watches you carefully from under his eyelashes. He seems oddly calm. Purposefully so.
Finally, a woman stands next to him with a knife clutched in her hand and the chopped up remains of a mackerel on the counter in front of her. She seems calm and collected, watching the group cooly even while holding the knife in a white knuckled grip.
Perhaps more importantly for the group's very, very beat up asses — there is food and water to be found here. Dried fish line the walls, there are bowls of hot broth near the young man manning the stoves, and a pitcher filled with cool water sits on the counter.
They are free to take whatever they want. Nobody will stop them. They get the sense that these people will only attack in self-defense.]
[ the way i have good cr with all four of these people i hate it here
well, this is awkward! or - maybe it isn't? the blood part is a little awkward. the weapons part is a little awkward. taair, in the back behind the others, peeks from underneath hawke's arm, and then ducks into the room to follow. he's not necessarily a fighter or anything like it, but he does bow his head, immediately lapsing into perfectly familiar, rich boy manners, sword going to its sheath. these are working people. they aren't demons. ]
Pardon our intrusion.
[ soft and friendly. ]
The circumstances of us may seem terribly strange, but... despite the look, I swear we mean you no harm.
well, this is awkward! or - maybe it isn't? the blood part is a little awkward. the weapons part is a little awkward. taair, in the back behind the others, peeks from underneath hawke's arm, and then ducks into the room to follow. he's not necessarily a fighter or anything like it, but he does bow his head, immediately lapsing into perfectly familiar, rich boy manners, sword going to its sheath. these are working people. they aren't demons. ]
Pardon our intrusion.
[ soft and friendly. ]
The circumstances of us may seem terribly strange, but... despite the look, I swear we mean you no harm.
[ You know what. Adolphe knows that he's not good at being social. He'll leave this to Taair and Richie and keep his own mouth shut to these people.
As a preventative measure, he slowly... puts a hand over Hawke's mouth. Do not ruin this for them. And to Richie, he whispers to ask for any medical supplies. ]
As a preventative measure, he slowly... puts a hand over Hawke's mouth. Do not ruin this for them. And to Richie, he whispers to ask for any medical supplies. ]
[ licks adolphe's hand.
immediately once again regrets his life decisions but at least he's not adding more of his .02 to their problems ]
immediately once again regrets his life decisions but at least he's not adding more of his .02 to their problems ]
[He cants his head to Adolphe to catch the whisper, nodding, before speaking up himself, blissfully unaware of Hawke's crimes.]
That we don't. We'll be on our merry way tout-suite my friends, I guarantee you that. Though — we might ask for a bite to eat and any medical supplies? If you've got them. [He shrugs, gesturing to their porcupine and one-eyed wonder, both of whom are still leaking through their impromptu wraps. As are he and Taair, but they're in less dire shape.] Don't know if you can tell, since we're holding it together so well, but our boys took a bad tumble on the way in. How embarrassing.
What's that, mackerel?
That we don't. We'll be on our merry way tout-suite my friends, I guarantee you that. Though — we might ask for a bite to eat and any medical supplies? If you've got them. [He shrugs, gesturing to their porcupine and one-eyed wonder, both of whom are still leaking through their impromptu wraps. As are he and Taair, but they're in less dire shape.] Don't know if you can tell, since we're holding it together so well, but our boys took a bad tumble on the way in. How embarrassing.
What's that, mackerel?
[These people do not know what tout-suite means, Richard.
The four share a silent look between themselves, but they do not say anything to the group before carefully resuming their tasks. Clink, clink, go the dishes as they are carefully washed and put aside. Chop chop goes the knife, slicing into the raw mackerel.
The man by the stoves, however, smiles at them and simply inclines his head to a corner of the room. Should they follow his gaze, they will find a neat stack of linens. All have seen better days, but they are technically clean and could be fashioned into extra bandages... There is clean water available for them to wash up, too. Buckets of it.
If they want to grab any of the food or try speaking to the workers one-on-one, they are welcome to do so.]
The four share a silent look between themselves, but they do not say anything to the group before carefully resuming their tasks. Clink, clink, go the dishes as they are carefully washed and put aside. Chop chop goes the knife, slicing into the raw mackerel.
The man by the stoves, however, smiles at them and simply inclines his head to a corner of the room. Should they follow his gaze, they will find a neat stack of linens. All have seen better days, but they are technically clean and could be fashioned into extra bandages... There is clean water available for them to wash up, too. Buckets of it.
If they want to grab any of the food or try speaking to the workers one-on-one, they are welcome to do so.]
[ blessed!!!! taair immediately looks so thankful and bows again to the smiley man with the burn. ]
Thank you. [ softly - he'll immediately head that way for the linens, picking them up in his arms and murmuring some soft directions to hawke and adolphe especially. please sit down, let me take care of you.
his eyes catch on the lady filleting the mackerel, briefly, for reasons unknown, and then he ducks his head and makes his way to start fixing up hawke more properly. let's fashion him a sorta eyepatch. ]
Please eat something - it is old wisdom, after all, that a good meal can do wonders for the health. [ thanks jiaoqiu ] ...The food you are making looks wonderful. I pray that we do not make too much extra work for you all, for your kindness.
Thank you. [ softly - he'll immediately head that way for the linens, picking them up in his arms and murmuring some soft directions to hawke and adolphe especially. please sit down, let me take care of you.
his eyes catch on the lady filleting the mackerel, briefly, for reasons unknown, and then he ducks his head and makes his way to start fixing up hawke more properly. let's fashion him a sorta eyepatch. ]
Please eat something - it is old wisdom, after all, that a good meal can do wonders for the health. [ thanks jiaoqiu ] ...The food you are making looks wonderful. I pray that we do not make too much extra work for you all, for your kindness.
[ Adolphe holds back his violent urge to smack him upside the head for that lick, but he will behave and gently set Hawke down due to Taair's request. He also sits, but a little distance away, only because he wants space to just have his limbs flop, still embedded with a bunch of arrowheads.
Still, he doesn't trust others so easily, so he keeps an eye on the man near the stove. ]
Still, he doesn't trust others so easily, so he keeps an eye on the man near the stove. ]
[ he might be down but he's not out yet!!! there's the most tired of smirks when adolphe helps him down but otherwise he rests with his eyes mostly closed while taair does his best to patch him back together. ]
Water first. Just in case I simply leak it all back out.
[ pls ]
Water first. Just in case I simply leak it all back out.
[ pls ]
[Richie will give a nod and a smile to the gent by the stove, beelining over to fetch linens and ferry them over to our boys.
That said, being Taair is busy with the other two and his skills lie elsewhere, he edges a bit towards the fellow kneading dough.]
Boss man's got a big appetite, huh? Or are you fixing the working people a feast?
That said, being Taair is busy with the other two and his skills lie elsewhere, he edges a bit towards the fellow kneading dough.]
Boss man's got a big appetite, huh? Or are you fixing the working people a feast?
[The lady filleting the mackerel is far too preoccupied with her work to pay Taair any mind.
The man near the stoves smiles at Adolphe easily, before turning back to his work. He ladles more hot broth into smaller bowls; the kind that's easy to pick up in one hand. Four of them in total.
The man kneading dough glances at Richie, cocking an eyebrow at him. For whatever reason, though, instead of answering with words, he lifts a hand to point at the ceiling. Perhaps he means to say this feast is intended for someone upstairs.]
The man near the stoves smiles at Adolphe easily, before turning back to his work. He ladles more hot broth into smaller bowls; the kind that's easy to pick up in one hand. Four of them in total.
The man kneading dough glances at Richie, cocking an eyebrow at him. For whatever reason, though, instead of answering with words, he lifts a hand to point at the ceiling. Perhaps he means to say this feast is intended for someone upstairs.]
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