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Post by iphigenia on Jul 14, 2011 15:16:44 GMT -5
Iphie sipped at hers, she wasn't ready to down it like Dusty could. Still, she drank it, admittedly a lot more carefully than Dusty. She didn't want to be soaked in the ale as well as the medicine, though the medicine had mostly been absorbed or evaporated by now. It turned out that the ale was good so she drank a bit more. It was almost like a brand new experience for her. She drank a bit more. She felt something she hadn't expected to feel so soon. Of course she hadn't remembered that her stomach was empty except for the medicine. She'd felt to upset and nervous to eat earlier in the day.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 14, 2011 22:51:12 GMT -5
As Iphie made her careful sips, Dusty was already three quarters of the way through her own pint. She took to leaning back in her chair, balancing on the two rear legs as she did so. "Well, looks like ya like it!" she said. The tavern remained near empty, as the afternoon was wearing on.
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Post by iphigenia on Jul 15, 2011 18:17:13 GMT -5
Iphie kept drinking, mostly egged on by Dusty's consumption, there wasn't any chance that she could keep up but she did try to keep pace. The end result was that she was feeling less than sober very quickly. In fact, it hadn't taken more than finishing the first pint before the telltale signs of drunkenness began to show. But not wanting to be left behind, she got another one when Dusty did.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 15, 2011 19:41:54 GMT -5
Hudson brought over another. By all appearances, Dusty could have just been drinking water. She was quick to start up right where she left off with the last round. Taking another large gulp.
"Ahh...good stuff!" the detective grinned. There was a part of her that wanted to press for a little more information. But, she ignored those notions. It wasn't very often, it seemed that she got the chance to just sit back and enjoy a few drinks.
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Post by iphigenia on Jul 15, 2011 22:26:30 GMT -5
Iphie kept drinking, she was past the point when her mind might have said stop even if it had. She was a lightweight in more ways than one. The alcohol had freed up her tongue but not quite so much that she'd embarrass herself. "Dusty, I wanted to know. Why are you teaching me? I mean the swords and the stuff with the swords" She shrugged, unable to phrase it how she wanted so she just took another drink. "Why are you helping me? Why aren't you scared of me?"
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 17, 2011 1:31:12 GMT -5
"Why?" Dusty quirked an eyebrow, "Well...ya did ask."
She smirked, but the expression didn't stick around very long. She took a quick gulp before looking back at Iphie, "I'd be lyin' to ya if I said them powers of yours didn't spook me a bit. An' that's comin' from a soldier who's seen her fair share of weird and spooky things. But that don't mean a damn thing s'far as I'm conscerned."
Dusty sipped her drink them smiled across the table, "But, I also trust ya. I know your a good sort. And I can see ya got a lotta potential. You're exactly the kinda person I need to help clean up this city. 'Cuz the folks I'm runnin' after are dug in deep. And I'm gonna need a team of trustworthy and capable people. Don't go sellin' yourself short, Iph. I know talent when I see it."
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Post by iphigenia on Jul 19, 2011 12:14:22 GMT -5
Iphie drank a bit more, her barriers were breaking down one by one. "Thank you. it's good to be needed. A clear job to do. I like that." Dusty needed her, Iphie didn't feel particularly capapble and trustworthy was on the iffy side, but the thought that Dusty believed she was made all the difference. "You can count on me Dusty. I won't let you down." Although how much help she could be was debatable. Even the half empty mug of ale felt heavy in her hands. Part of it was the alcohol, yes, but she's lost a great deal in the healing process she had gone through earlier.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 20, 2011 20:44:13 GMT -5
True, Iphie was no longer the Titan of strength. But given the case of medicine she currently had in her possession, Dusty was fairly certain it would return. "Here's to ya!" Dusty grinned and gulped down the rest of her ale. She motioned back to Hudson who prepped another for the two.
"Now..." she leaned in a bit closer, "Here's the deal. I heard 'bout a pretty big stash below street level. I'm still gettin' a plan together. But I'll keep ya up to speed."
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Post by iphigenia on Jul 24, 2011 12:18:33 GMT -5
Iphie had finished another one, she was not handling it very well, but with all the discipline that had been forced into her, she could maintain the look of being only drunk instead of completely out of her senses. "Under the streets? Oh like the tunnel we found with all the stuff in it. Lots of stuff. What sort of stash, what's stashed?" She looked at the mug and drank a little more. "Well you know where to find me if you need me." She wasn't quite swaying, but then again, she certainly wasn't solid. "You do know where to find me right? Up at the palace."
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 25, 2011 12:24:38 GMT -5
Iphie didn't look like she was handling the drink all that well. At this point, Dusty wasn't all that sober, herself. "The stash? Can't say for certain. But if it's anything like I've found so far it ain't gonna be candy and puppies."
She gave a half grin as the next round came over. A full mug was waiting for Iphie to conclude what remained of her ale. "Oh, yeah. Up in that castle. How is that lil' contest o' her highness goin', anyways?" Dusty inquired.
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Post by iphigenia on Jul 31, 2011 1:06:12 GMT -5
"Pretty poorly I guess, I haven't met the princess at all. I dunno what she's playing at." Iphie wasn't exactly guarding her mouth. "I mean, sure I really don't deserve a shot at this but there are lots of women hoping for whatever reason they'll get their chance at royalty. I think she's only spending her time with the people she's predetermined, not like any random person ought to have the thrown but spreading false hope like this is just mean."
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Jul 31, 2011 19:04:08 GMT -5
"Heh, yeah, I s'pose so." Dusty nodded, and by now her accent seemed to be only getting thicker, "Them sorta things never appealed much to me. 'Course that's much easier to say, seein' as how I never got the big invite. Don't think the Canyon sent anyone up. Message pro'lly didn't get down there, even if they did. 'Course that means one them royal gals'd be sent on up. Hell, they're too busy an' too proud to quite the field just to try'n woo some Northern princess. No offense to the gal...but findin' a wife just ain't big on the list o' priorities when ya got a war on your hands."
She shrugged her shoulders and grinned, "Ah, it's all for folks better at that sorta stuff than I am. Ain't no way I can woo no princess. Stormin' a fortified installation with nothin' but a dinged up ol' sword an' my wits, now that's more up my alley!"
Raising her mug, she shot another grin, "So, here's to bein' warriors, an' not lovers!"
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Post by iphigenia on Aug 9, 2011 14:57:00 GMT -5
Iphie thought about this slowly, not because there was a lot to think about but because her brain was struggling to keep up. "Still at war huh? I want to join a war. I'd be good in war. I can kill people a lot." This wasn't the first time she'd thought about going and joining an army, still, it was a lot different thinking about it when she was sober. "I could be a real hero, people would know me and wouldn't use me for anything. No stealing books for me. I'd be a hero." She repeated. Iphie raised her mug. "To warriors." She took another drink and set her head down before passing out.
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Aug 11, 2011 12:32:40 GMT -5
Dusty held her tongue. Her first instinct was to immediately try and dissuade Iphie from getting involved. Maybe this was just the drink talking...or maybe she was speaking more broadly. Either way, she didn't want to talk about it much more than it already was. So, the detective just clinked her mug in the toast.
"Well...you oughtta find yourself some glory...probably could find it 'round here." somewhere in her sentence, Iphie slumped forward and passed out. It was only after there was a decided lack in conversation on her part. She looked down and quirked an eyebrow.
"Just don't go down there." she muttered, "Ain't no glory down there."
Shrugging to herself, Dusty took down the rest of her ale. "One more, Hud ol' boy!" she said, "Then I'm hauling my buddy upstairs to sleep this mess off!"
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