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| SURVIVE 4 — Land of Savages • [DAY 3 | Early Night | In the Squall] |
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| SWAT One:
Yana arrives, just as Aif is wading into the water. Unable to control her shock, she lets out an arrested yelp before abruptly dipping behind a bush. Seemingly beside herself for a second, she remains shaking and tries to keep her breathing low. I just need to wash my hands. Now what did I do?! Now he'll get the wrong message. Aahh what do I do?! Finally, she manages to escape the thoughts that kept her captive and frantically looks around to try and find an escape route through the bushes. The man's gaze drifts slowly from the youths whose laughs had stopped abruptly, to Douzheng who sits in the chair, back turned to the man except from his torso and head turned to face him. He seems to stare at Douzheng in silence, but then breathes in then out through his nose, pointing a single index finger at Douzheng in specific, uttering some unknown angry phrase and turns to head back upstairs. Fortunately, Douzheng had almost finished his meal. Eetu nods, and Ikhannuk listens intently, eyes seeming to stare through Theric's head, his face relaxing more as Theric goes on, uttering only a relaxed grunt with a rush of air from his nostrils through his thick black mustache. He takes a final sip from his goblet and addresses Theric, "We leave in ten minutes", and stands up at a whole head shoulders above Theric, and making a short and silent bow to Eetu, who returns with a nod. Ikhannuk turns to display a long sword at his waist, and leaves through the front door, ducking under its threshold to get through. The seated men look at on another, confused, the one on the left almost in annoyed disbelief. The one on the right addresses Väinö, "[unknown. . .]?" The room falls silent all except for the torch flames licking the air, the faint murmuring of the guards, soldiers and civilians looking on, and the breeze blowing in through the windows. |
| Plethora:
Aif is surprised by Yana's scream and jumps a bit, but is unable to turn around in time to catch sight of her. Not knowing who or what gave the yelp, he attempts to get good footing, but the smooth rocks of the stream bed leave him with poor leverage if whatever it is should jump on him. Aif slowly crouches down and grabs a fist sized rock from the stream bed, never letting his eyes leave the stream bank. Aif calls out, "Who goes there? Friend or foe?" in proto-Germanic, then proto-Celtic. Drei help me if it's Yana. |
| grunterdb1951:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on January 29, 2018, 03:44:42 AM ---Eetu nods, and Ikhannuk listens intently, eyes seeming to stare through Theric's head, his face relaxing more as Theric goes on, uttering only a relaxed grunt with a rush of air from his nostrils through his thick black mustache. He takes a final sip from his goblet and addresses Theric, "We leave in ten minutes", and stands up at a whole head shoulders above Theric, and making a short and silent bow to Eetu, who returns with a nod. Ikhannuk turns to display a long sword at his waist, and leaves through the front door, ducking under its threshold to get through. --- End quote --- Theric stares back at Ikhannuk- his expression as though the larger mans gaze is only serving to make the foreigner tired again. When he gets the notice of when they're leaving, Theric gives a nod to the large man. "I'll hurry, then." And with that, Theric does in fact hurry- he finishes off his food and drink in the next few minutes before he swallows and grunts. That one seems like trouble. Theric's thoughts wander as he briefly begins to brew up a plan to deal with what he imagines an angry Ikhannuk would look like. Theric pats himself over just to make sure he has all his gear, and then once he's content he looks back to Eetu, "When we get back, I'd appreciate getting a look at those maps I mentioned before." |
| SWAT One:
Yana freezes in place, not knowing what to do. After the greater part of a minute, she turns around with hands up in the air, facing away from Aif. "Friend.. ." she says uneasily, "I had come to wash my hands from the pine pitch and filth from making the hut." She turns her palms around, hoping that Aif would be able to notice, "I dod not know you– you were. . . " Yana seems to be unable to complete her sentence. She looks at the ground in shame, near tears. God have mercy on me, I beg of thee! "Yes, I will have it by the time I return from the assembly today," Eetu responds to Theric, standing up as a female servant takes his dishes. "Safe travels." Theric bids the men farewell and heads outside. A soldier is waiting outside, "Theric, please come with me. The boat leaves soon." |
| Plethora:
Aif, beet red, manages to mostly keep the embarrassment out of his voice, "Drei help us both. If you come back in a bit or do your business upstream it'll be more, er, comfortable, for us both." Aif lets the stone drop back into the stream bed and drops down to be more discreet. |
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