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Post by BlackRose on Sept 2, 2009 23:13:01 GMT -5
It was a rare place for her to visit considering she lived in the imperial city. it was early evening the sun had finally set and she started her ascent from her basement room. maybe she should move to Bruma she could have her room underground and not have to worry about the sun? but she had a beautiful home in the city. she remembered hearing all the ladies gossip about her home. she wouldn't give that up for the world.
Alessandra reached the top stair and let go of her skirts. all Black suede trimmed with wolf fur adorned her. her hair was pulled up onto a elaborately braid wound into a bun. her checks had a rosy tint to them, she ate well on the way up to Bruma, bandits they had no clue.
she fixed her curved color making sure the fur wasn't a mess. she had on a pair of black leather gloved to keep her hands 'warm'. Alessandra made sure her fur cloak was secure, it was heavy and she was glad she was a vampire.
Alessandra opened the door to the lobby, and made her way to the reception desk. she wanted some meat before she head out for the night to explore the city.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 11:28:04 GMT -5
Falcan was also in town around this time… taking a ‘brake’ from his new lifestyle of running about for Cloud Ruler Temple…they practically booted him out the door. Maybe he did need a brake? He sighed deeply and strolled into town. Safe to say he never got cold.
But really he hadn’t the slightest idea what to do now, he wasn’t going to travel any further away, but he need find something to do? He sighed and once again dropped his blades off as a blacksmith to be worked on, he liked to keep them taken care of hoping they would never brake. Also dropped his capes off a the tailor….now he felt a little odd or necked without them. A little chilly now but nothing he couldn’t put up with.
As night began to fall he did head to the Inn. He had been fingering the necklace he gotten from a friend a while back. Though like a wishing stone here…wait she was here why was she here?! Not that that was a bad thing but… he blinked dumbfounded and swallowed, slowly walking towards the front too. Was it her? He asked himself quietly. “uhm, hello?” he spoke walking towards her.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 12:03:30 GMT -5
Alessandra turned around and saw Falcan standing there.
"hello Falcan, its been awhile hasn't it?" she turned her attention to the bartender "another full meal please."
"sure missy..."
"alright Falcan would you care to come sit with me by the fire, i swear i won't bite this time" she winked with a smile as she grabbed a wine bottle the bartender gave her. her face looked healthy full of color and filled out, she didn't look gaunt her lips were there natural rich red.
she held the bottle, and two goblets as she made her way to a table by the fireplace, taking a seat making sure to keep her skirts away from the fireplace. she may have a high weakness to fire she still didn't want to get her skirts caught on fire.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 12:16:39 GMT -5
Falcan smiled lightly and nodded. “its nice to see you again.” he added, and brushed his hair back. He watched her a moment then nodded. “hum.” with a small smirk. “alright.” for some reason he just trusted her no questions asked.
After a moment he headed towards the fireplace also. It was warm inviting, if he had his capes with him or on for that matter it may not be so wise, he’d risk catching on fire, and two,….would start getting a little toasty. He seated himself and looked towards her with a small smile. “what brings you this far north? If you don’t mind me asking.” he nodded. “I-…” he paused he didn’t want to just talk aloud about all that had been going on, so he tried to speak the truth but down grade it some. “Doing some work around here…” he added. wasn’t a lie either.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 12:34:48 GMT -5
Alessandra nodded, i am traveling honestly i spend some time traveling, i stock up on 'food' so to speak then go back to the city, and i am fine for a few months keeps unwanted people from breaking down my door."
she poured wine into both of their goblets, and handned one to falcan.
"and Bruma has alot of nords who drink and forget things int he morning i'll leave here with almost a whole case of 'wine' bottles and no one dies. works for me... most nords blaime it on a hang over and are better shortly, very hardy people. though i do like it in the north... i don't have to worry about 'certain' things. like i do when i am in the warmer sunnier places..." she said and took a sip of her wine. she mentally counted her inventory and how much bottles she had in her case, she'd get that shipped to her home and placed in her cool seller. she was almsot done here.
" i have been thinking about moving up here, though with those d**n oblivion gates everywhere i don't want to endanger the movers. and the ladies of the imperial city are so jealous of my inner city manor." she winked at Falcan on that one and laughed.
"its soo nice to be the thing of gossip and it only be your home." she sad fingering the design on the goblet.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 12:49:52 GMT -5
“oh.” he blinked a little dumbly then smiled and chuckled. It almost seemed off to be sitting here talking to a vampire. But then his mind started trailing off. “Oblivion gates…” he frowned. Then looked at her glancing around then looked back towards her and spoke quietly but not to quietly. But made sure others couldn’t hear it. “I have….been in two gates….helping closed them.’ he added. Looking back to her he sighed. Then smiled light taking the glass. “than, you.” he added.
“Whatever you do…stay safe, err I mean…don’t do inside one of those gates…” he fidgeted a little bit that all came out wrong….mentally kicking himself he tried to scoff and change the subject. “N-Not that I dislike Bruma….but I’m kind of stuck here for a while.” he said with a soft nod.
He looked towards he warm fire as the flames danced about.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 13:10:01 GMT -5
Alessandra blinked and stopped mid sip."you have been in two of them?" she placed her goblet down her voice never rising above what falcan could hear. she obviously was strong enough to survive them, more than he could say for other people.
"i know since you've been in them twice and survived, but Falcan please be careful i can't go running into fiery pits of hell and helping you." she winked good naturedly.
"but honestly it is good that there are people out there helping...i could if i decided to fight... i don't care much for it..." she shrugged "though i have a feeling i will have no choice in the matter soon...something tells me something is going to happen soon... you can feel it in the air, and hear in the wind."
"the gates are going to get worse, I'll be donning my families armor soon. it has major enchantments for protection against my weaknesses." she looked at the fire like falcan.
"I've come upon some unsightly things because of those gates...falcan. is their any hope for our world?" she looked at him for some reason thinking he may know something.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 13:24:43 GMT -5
“I--” Falcan trailed off hearing her words they seemed to hit him. It was funny thinking about it Oblivion…was as she said…each time he went in…couldn’t recall either time thinking about his own safety. Only Aegnor’s and the people outside and in the cities….he wasn’t afraid of death, he didn’t quite welcome it though either…it was odd…..would people…miss him? He had no family and a few friends, they would be sad for a while…but. But was he really that much help? Never felt…as strong as others made him out to be nor as kind hearted or brave….what was bravery anyways?
He lightly put a hand on his head and messed with his hair some. Then leaned on the table some moving his hang down to his chin leaning there elbow on the table, he frowned. This sickly feeling came over him….what was it? Fear maybe the fact finely being told what someone else thought…..but he’d known….what was it then? He clinched his fist tightly then looked up at her a moment later. “sorry…I…just….” he shook his head. “I have to repay depths to people.” he added. “I have to fight….so, other people wont have to.” "I dont...know but I have to trya nd help as much as able."
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 13:49:57 GMT -5
"someone always has to be the ones to fight, Falcan. and sometimes...er never mind." blushing she sat a drank the rest of her glass before she said something.
"someone once told me bravery and courage were the absence of common sense. i don't believe that in the slightest." Alessandra said while she poured her self some more whine and held the bottle to falcan if he wanted more.
"but if you need help with anything do tell me, i can help in many ways." she smiled and thanked the bartender when he brought there meals to them. a plate of meats for her and a nice hardy beef stew for falcan.
"something to warm you on these frigged nights.." she said to Falcan.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 14:03:32 GMT -5
Falcan blinked looking upward at her and smiled warming. “thank you.” he said. And brushed his hair back looking to the waiter who brought there meals and blinked lightly before chuckling and smiled. “thanks.” he nodded. “shall warm me to the bones.” he said. Then took his glass and took a sip. “you…have always been kind to me.” he said. “I hope I can repay you some how.” he added then paused cheeks flushing a little pink he swiftly scoffed and shook it off and poked at his scar some and looked away a moment. Was it a vampire’s charms getting to him? Or maybe just hers? He fidget a little bit then nodded a thanks to the waiter and looked back at her.
“If I need help I will ask you first.” he nodded. “but I…say the same please ask me if you need anything.” he stated. Then paused thinking a moment. Some how he doubted the Blades would want anything to do with a vampire but that was here nor there right now. He took another drink from his glass and looked back at her. Then looked down felt so stupid….wasn’t sure how to say this….but…had to didn’t he? “I just….its…you look….lovely…in that dress…” he looked away by the nine….was he really such a child!?….that could have come out better if he thought about it like he did every other useless thing…… >.<
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 14:28:26 GMT -5
"thank you falcan." she said with a smile. as she picked up a piece of meat. the Nords really knew what they were doing...but Bosmer's new how to keep a meat at its best.
"anything new happening with you? it has been awhile." she said leaning back on her chair relaxing. she saw the waiter bustle around to the other guest getting them there drinks and food. the inn had many people staying in it. with the gates few people were willing to travel, unless under escort. she was one of the few who could care less. deadra were an annoyance.
she zoned out in thought for a moment, she would have to make a decision soon. the armor was made of cloth and in a trunk along with the portrait of her, and a few things from her childhood. all those years ago...she'd have to go to the imperial city. the armor even if she was wearing it under her cloths protected her from the sun light. she would be able to walk amongst the rest of the world, and her weakness to fire would bee nulled to 50%. but she had other things to wear that had heavy enchantments. when she left Bruma she would start.
"Falcan you said you were staying out this way?"
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 14:40:51 GMT -5
Falcan smiled taking a bite of his food trying not to be embarrassed again. Smiled lightly and continued to mind his manners and eat. But paused when she asked him why he was working here, err more or less. He looked back towards the fire a moment then looked back out into the room. “can we talk somewhere else about it?” he half whispered. “I feel it important to keep quite….I…trust you though.” he added. Hoping he didn’t seem rude saying so.
He nodded again and continued like the two weren’t whispering at all.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 14:57:23 GMT -5
Alessandra nodded, "there is my rooms if you so choose." she said as she took another sip of her wine. wondering what could be so important that one was afraid of ears hearing the conversation. she stood up she straightened out her skirts.
"sir?" she sounded to the waiter "it is getting ratehr crowded up here i'll be taking my food in my rooms."
"alright miss." he said as he walked away with his arms full.
"come my room is in the basement." she grabbed her plate and bottle of wine. and proceeded to head back the path she took not long ago down to her rooms. she stopped at the door to the basment waiting for falcan.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 15:07:45 GMT -5
“uh?” he blinked then smiled with a small nod. “alright.” though hadn’t dawned on him how much going to a woman’s room could be. He took his bowl and glass and fallowed after her trying to piece together what to tell her and how…everything seemed to jumbled up in his mind right now…..he hated the fact she could get involved if he told her….but least no one else could hear them once in her room right? He glanced around the room no one here seemed to suspicious just the place was getting busy and packed.
He hurried along after her trying to keep his mind steady as he looked towards her. “hum.” he smiled lightly and stepped in front of her halfway to open her door for her. [assuming she already unlocked it] and nodded for her to enter first. After she entered he also did and quietly closed the door behind him the room seemed nice, no windows but nice. He watched her a moment waiting for her to get comfortable and took a deep breath taking a small empty chair. And seating himself.
He sighed lightly before speaking. “I have…..been working with the Blades, In Cloud Ruler Temple…” he said plainly. “I’m not sure about being called one myself, because I am not….but I’ve been helping them…protect the heir to the imperial throne….and shutting Oblivion gates.” he said.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 3, 2009 17:28:38 GMT -5
she followed Falcan downstairs and nodded her thanks as he opened the door to her room after she pointed to what door it was. what a gentleman. he was strong, brave, good looking even that scar it gave him character, a gentleman. and apparently very loyal now too. if she meet one of him about 600 years ago she probably would have never turned in the first place.
she sighed in relief at the mention of an heir. "that's very good news there is an heir to the imperial throne...but why isn't he on it?" she then thought for a moment. "there is a piece missing isn't it?" she said as she placed her plate of meats down on the table.
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