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"You been here before?" Eli asked. She eyed Cole curiously as one hand gripped the strap of her pack tighter and the other hovered above the handle of her knife. Getting pick-pocketed wouldn't make things any better.
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"Uh, yeah. A year ago?"
Cole scratched the corner of his mouth, surprised a year had already come to pass. "I'm broke." He blurted, admitting to the empty pockets which were swiped by the boisterous moments of chase. He lost it. His earnings.
Sighing, he kept with the optimistic thought: I'll make more. He had already beaten himself up for his [insert nasty cuss words] mistakes. However he was good at it; scraping up money, earning and saving. Luckily he even left a small amount of savings in this town.
"I know someone who knows everyone. He can help us find somewhere decent to stay for dirt cheap."
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She snorted. "I'm not even sure if I brought money with me." As already stated, Eli had shit planning ahead skills. Although she usually found some way to get out of the deep holes she dug herself into, she really ought to turn her life around. Whatever. She took a deep breath. There were always loopholes. Eli would find a way and when she returned home she would turn over a knew leaf, or at least lie to herself until she felt better.
"That's good. Can he help me find somewhere to get wasted out of my skull and forgot the past week? I'd really like that."
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"Luckily for us, he's a pub owner.. and owes me a night or two drinks on the house." Cole wasn't too invested in drinking or distorting his reality in general. He wanted to clearly see how shite situations were. Anyways, even without the liquor, he made damn impulsive decisions. In his current state of affairs, it would really not be the wisest decision, however he stuck his middle finger up to reason. It was also on his bucket list to dry out that particular man's pub.
I want to wake up regretting every last bottle.
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As much as Eli wanted to be disgusted with herself she was happy beyond belief at those worlds. She'd never been much of a drinker. It was usually just a sip or two here and there when her aunt had social gatherings and dragged Eli around like a dressed up mule. But there were other times when Eli sort of 'lost it'. She wasn't proud of it, but she needed something like that right now.
"Thank goodness for that."
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In moments, they entered a buzzing pub, filled with the laughter of merry men. Among the tables, there were hostile expressions aimed in Cole's direction. However no one dared to cause a scene at Rory's.
"Three fingers." He said to the bartender as they reached the bar. A wicked smile climbed Rory's lips, as his copper eyes glanced towards Eli.
"And for you?"
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Eli always felt a bit awkward in crowds. She thought herself fond of attention but at the same time being in a room with too many people made her skin prickle. She felt that way now. Eli stopped gripping her pack so tightly but her other hand never stopped hovering over the handle of her knife.
"Surprise me," she said because she still had a bit of a headache and couldn't be bothered to think of what she wanted other than the chance to forgot the past week.
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Rory caught glimpse of her hand settled on her knife. It made his features darken behind the kind curves of his eyes and lips.
"Same thing for her." Cole muttered above the glass of scotch already poured for him. Rory smiled and poured the same amber liquid into another cup, and placed it across Eli.
"Hey, wench! Esryn boy is here." From what seemed to be the kitchen window, a tall woman peeked and grinned. "Ah, its been a year, kid! You and your friend hungry? I'll fix something up for you two real quick!"
"I'm broooke." Cole called after, but she disappeared before receiving an answer.
"You're broke? That's unusual." Rory eyed Cole suspiciously as he raised his glass to the bartender. "There's been a lot of talk about you, Cole." Rory said under a low hush before walking towards the other end of the bar.
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"Well, aren't you popular?"
Eli raised her eyebrow. She glanced around the room, suddenly feeling out of place. Even back home she didn't usually go to places like this. She much rather save her ears from any shouting.
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"It's more the opposite." He grumbled, finishing his glass and pouring another with the bottle Rory had left for them. Cole wasn't too fond of loud gatherings either. However he didn't mind the occasional visit.
"You look uneasy."
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"Then it's a good thing I meant that sarcastically."
Eli watched him drink with wide eyes. She herself was a slow drinker, mostly because she despised the taste of alcohol but she loved the feeling it gave her. Eli seemed to be experiencing a lot of conflicts lately.
"I'm an uneasy person."
Posted 8/28/15

Clementine  Trylle


  The old man's cottage was unsturdy, but durable. Like their inventions.
  Like him, she had slaved away hours of building and innovating all the latest equipment. Some were orders to be fulfilled by the two for the governments or for wealthy individuals. But her priceless work kept her working on gear for the Dark Tribe. Often, she would stare out her workshop window into the mass of trees and eagerly try to see the stars - to her, stars and stories were motivation for her life's work.
  With grease tickling down her cheekbones and sweat drying in her auburn hair, Clementine Trylle stood straight and wiped away the drips and drops of liquid from her skull. She sighed heavily as her copper eyes peered out to the stars beyond the tree's leaves. Settling her wrench down, she turned to the man who had worked eagerly behind her. "You should go to bed soon, Dany." Clementine spoke with a worry in her voice.
  He swot his hand at her midair and grumbled. He was a picky, stubborn old man - Daniel Trylle was, but he had easily put up with his adoptive daughter and her overreacting nature for years.
  Shrugging, Clementine set away her gears and metal talismans for tomorrow's work and stepped quietly out of the workshop. The workshop and the cottage were separated by at least a few kilometers, and Clementine Trylle found serenity in striding to the cottage during the dark hours.
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The tall, stern looking woman was moving with purpose on the makeshift street. A place like the center was no area for concrete roads, being used only as a meeting place between the tribes. All of the tribes. Her ice blue eyes stared straight ahead, and the mechanical mask that covered her mouth whirred and occasionally would twist. Despite it's light blue accents, the mask was actually one that provided heat, preventing the saliva in her mouth from freezing. She held her sword in her hand. It appeared like she was relaxed and wouldn't have the reflexes to hold it up in case of an emergency, however this was not the case. Her muscles were tense under her light tech-armor, and her ears were listening for any movement that wasn't expected.
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Clementine  Trylle


   Three months earlier.
  The clock babbled and ticked and tocked and laid its noisy call through out the small cottage. It was late that night, He already in bed. She kissed his temple good-night before descending from the house and wiping away the small fragments of sweat that plagued her skull.
  She knew the Dark Tribe met here, somewhere nearby, and she had been determined to meet with their leader. It had been an ambition for a while, but the old man in the cottage rarely let her make her own decisions. So tonight, she'll leave. She had said her good-byes with a simple dinner meal of pasta and butter earlier that evening. Waking from the house, she stepped out the front door and had been quiet in closing the cottage entry.
  Hurriedly, Clementine Trylle rushed out to the workshop to grab a few essentials; such as engineering gear, her lucky wrench, and whatever else the grease girl could jam into her pigskin satchel.
  Before long, she was on the dusty, dirt roads of the Center, headed in direction of another. Yet an ignorance guilt her and she failed to notice her surroundings...
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Glacia's eyes swiftly looked over to where Clementine was. The girl didn't appear to have any idea what was going on around her. Glacia's eyes scanned her. She looked quite familiar. She quickly tried to think of every face she had seen, every person who's height matched the girls, and all the noticeable features of girls that she could remember. Her expression remained impassive while she did this, before she narrowed her eyes slightly. This was a girl from the dark tribe. She wondered why she had joined. Perhaps she was one of the fools who expected limitless power from the deal. Glacia clenched her teeth. They were who primarily made up the dark tribe. She looked straight at the girl, trying to determine the answer from her eyes.
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