Twin Nobles' Adventures!
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				Title: <strong>Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 07:18:07</strong>
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				It had been humid that day. Samira wandered her way into another town, it was smaller than the last she had visited. A merchant had told her of a shop that had quite a vast customer basis and offered many items she would never have seen before. It piqued her curiosity and the need to gain, of course she was unaware the merchant was a part of a dastardly chain of delinquents. Most of whom not only dealt with banned magics, and substances, but human trafficking as well. He knew he could dupe the gypsy, pointing her in the direction of false promises which would lead to her demise. <br><br>The gypsy glade up to the bright sky, hand coming to shield her face while she calculated what time of day it could be. The distance was not much further. She could already see hints of the town through the vast array of trees a head of her path. A carriage came by, rather crude in it's design. The coachman leered at Samira as she passed, the woman was quick to step out of the way and speed up her pace. What little clothes she had were moist with sweat, thin auburn fabric clung to the biceps of her arms as well as her bust. Tanned and taut belly were glistening as the rest of her toned body. The gypsy has barely managed to tie her hair up with a strip of red cloth, yet dark tendrils were nearly damp from the heat as well. Finally approaching the town, her hands drifted over the transparent layer of silk which trailed past her knees and revealed a shorter skirt underneath. <br><br>Once within the town's boundaries, she took a break under the shade of a nearby canopy, Samira sighed to wipe the droplets on her forehead. <strong>"It has to be close... What was the name of it again..."</strong> As her mind thought back to what the merchant had said, curious eyes were drifting at the small establishments ahead. A rickety wooden sign that hung from two building away finally gave her the clarity she needed. <strong>"Micah's... There it is!"</strong> The travel had been brutal, but she felt her luck was going to gain her profit tonight. Happily she rushed to the doors, inspecting the outside with a little apprehensiveness. It did not look like a well-kept place. Clearly some cosmetic work needed to be done on it. Pieces of wood were chipping and falling off from all sides. Even the roof looked as if it were uneven and going to collapse any day now. But if this is where the money was, she had to go. <br><br>Swiftly she took the cloth from her hair, wavy locks fell gracefully past her shoulders while she shook it around. The length of the cloth came around her back side to drape over each forearm. Samira let out a breath before stepping inside, it's appearance was much like the outside. Faint light could be seen from the cracks which allow small rays of the sun to enter. A few candles lit the way through the rest of the place. Walls were lined with various tools and resources. But the main area was clear for any to step around. Towards the back wall there was a small counter lees than fifteen feet away, and off to the side a table where a group of four men were sitting. It was not like any shop she had seen, Samira instantly had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.<br><br>One of the men stood up when she entered, the others remained seated. He looked to be around his mid-forties, just twice her own age. He was as bulky and grimy as the other three. His voice was gruff, the epitome of a crook. <em>"There you are, pretty lady. We've been expecting you."</em> The gypsy swallowed hard, taking a step back for the door. <strong>"I think I might have the wrong place..."</strong> The creep was quicker than she thought he would be, striding over to the door only to extend his hand out to hold it shut. <em>"I insist you stay, that is if you'd like to earn some pay"</em> His beady eyes gave a wink, Samira shook her head in protest and gave a tug on the door. The man chuckled and grabbed her arm and drug her towards the group, regardless if she was toppling over or not. <br><br>The woman was in fear of her life. Desperately she pushed on his arm, trying to pull herself away from him hold in one shot. It was pointless really, his strength was superior to hers by far. <strong>"Please, I need to go. M-my brother, he is waiting for me."</strong> A sneer came from the guy, he old yanked on her arm as if it was a warning. Tears were forming in Samira's eyes. Already she could feel the dread as she was brought before the table. One of his group stared blankly at her, the others were inspecting her body with the most sleaziest of gazes. <em>"Don't worry, doll. We just want to talk, maybe more. I promise it won't hurt if you don't fight as much."</em> Another moment of laughter. His grip was still keeping her squirming form in place. The other hand came around to cup and squeeze a cheek of her rear with his tone humming in approval. <em>"Very firm. Nice."</em> Samira still fought with her pulling and wiggling, now calling out for any who may be walking by. <strong>"No! Let me go, please! Someone help! Help me please!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 09:01:47</strong>
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				"I am quite confident that this will be a grand performance! A little embellishing is expected in any case. Us versus a ghastly gang! Nothing but sword and wit and out own naturally connection!" A feminine voice spoke out in an excited confidence as she pondered the best way that the two would be able to tell the story of their recent exploits. Despite knowing that she and her brother were still two fiefdoms away from their father's, she was already considering the methodology of storytelling to make them look better in the eyes of their people. To make woman - and men - swoon at their amazing bravado! To get bards to sing their tales that once their father ended up passing his land to her brother or - hopefully - herself, the two would be called heroes before anything else was done.<br><br>The one leading was known as Lysippe, noted as the Dashing Dame due to her more masculine behavior and proficiency with blade and tongue that was attributed more to tall tales of rogues than of the daughter of a count. Her form was quite fit. Lithe. A figure that was perfect for the swordsmanship she practiced with a rapier, which aided in her nickname. Yet, despite the nickname, that was clear it was due to her personality alone. Her face was quite feminine, rounded nicely with a small nose and soft features. Her eyes were large and of a blue color and her hair was long and golden, though from her experience, learned she could not let it flow freely. Despite still having long hair, when she was in danger of being attacked, it was bound up, circled and kept in place with a tight red ribbon.<br><br>Despite having all other qualities of a human, Lysippe - and her brother - were obviously not due to two things. A pair of long ears that were as golden as her hair, except the very tips which were blackened. The second being a long, fluffy tail that was reminiscent of a fox's, with the same golden hair as the other parts with black tipping it as her ears. These parts of her were constantly shown, making it obvious that the leather pants she wore, which were stitched well and of the finest quality, were custom made to accommodate the tail. The pants were tucked into a set of black boots that seemed to, also, be of the finest quality, the twins matching the lower parts of their outfits.<br><br>Lysander was much the same in stature, form and dress as his sister. He had the same narrow profile, fit well for a sword-fighter that focused on the elegant rapier. His ears and tail were indistinguishable from his sister's and were it not for their torso, the two would have been practically indistinguishable. Lysander's face was more feminine, with the same soft features of Lysippe, though the biggest difference was his having a higher set of cheekbones and a jawline that was slightly more angular, giving him the look more in the vein of a boy than a woman, despite the tone of the muscles in his arm and core. Even his waist was narrowed and hips flared in a way that was similar to the woman, only due to his masculine stance from his outward-knees was there a difference between the two. Unlike Lysippe, though, Lysander kept his hair short, though it was still the same golden color as his sister's. It was cure carefully, curled across his head in a way that seemed to frame his face, as if attempting to show it off.<br><br>Lysippe, unlike her brother, wore a leather corset over the similar-styled grey button-up shirt that they both had on. A bandolier across each of their chests with belt pouches across the front and a dagger withing close reach at their left side. And both had their trademark rapiers, elaborate handguards woven in a pattern that one could notice - upon close inspection - was a wire-frame of some kind of maple leaf.<br><br>Lysander, despite wishing to speak his mind, decided to allow his sister to speak on. He always had trouble speaking up to her. She was the more active one, perhaps why she had a nickname and he had nothing of the sort. She was the one that set up the shows, that told him how to go about performing and what to say to brag about their skills. It was a deep fear for him when his father did pass, as in their fief it was not permitted that women be given land, he would be proclaimed Count. Though Lysippe remained hopeful to break that with her show of prowess, her force of personality and her deeds to overturn the tradition, Lysander was not so, despite happily handing it over to her, as she was obviously the better leader.<br><br>Lysippe continued to speak, as they managed to move behind this town, the two having already discussed they were to pass it by, since they needed no new supplies and they rather get as close to their own lands as soon as possible. However the sound of someone shouting caused the meek man's ears to twitch, he lifting his head. "Lysippe... Someone's in trouble..." He commented, turning his head in the direction he heard, his sister stopping in her tracks, turning to see her brother hurrying to one of the homes, pulling his sword free.<br><br>Despite she aware of his more quiet nature, Lysippe knew her brother was more the soul of a hero than a noble. He always tried to do what he could to save people, even risking himself and this display was no different. A sigh came from her as she slowly pulled her sword from her sheath and said, "Time to be the heroes, again!" And though she did sigh in annoyance, she always enjoyed the combat that came with her brother's bravado, so she happily bound after his golden tail.<br><br>Lysander would be the thing that the men and woman would see as he pushed open the door, giving a silhouette of his form as the brighter light shone from the door. Despite he looking across the situation, the ones inside might have trouble noticing his moving eyes from the light the moved behind him. He noticed the crying woman, the men gripping at her inappropriately. He took a step in, allowing his form to be seen easier, he pointing to the men with his sword and speaking low, "What are you doing with her? Speak quickly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 18:11:37</strong>
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				Another man rose from his seat, he came around the table as the one whom held Samira was keeping her close to him. The gypsy had begun flinging her arms and attempting to kick his legs. <em>"Be still, doll."</em> The brute responded with arms wrapping around her upper body, keeping her own pinned to each side and raising her to where feet could not reach him. Samira felt tears forming in her eyes. Shrilly she cried out, the second man had approached close enough to take the cloth which once kept her hair in place, then proceeded to gag Samira with it. <em>"That should shut her up..."</em> The first man chuckled, managing to keep his tight hold on the wriggling female. <br><br>As the accomplish came around The gypsy's backside, his rough hands started a trail up the back of her knees and onward to her thighs. Thin fabric was being raised slowly with a wicked grin upon his face. Samira shook, jerking in the hold as fear enveloped her. But just before he could reveal anything improper, the voice at the entrance called for everyone's attention. Each of the corrupt now held a grim expression, however the gypsy's was one of hope. Muffled words were spoken, though not comprehended, but it was obvious she was asking for help. <em>"I don't think that's any of your business, boy."</em> The captor answered, while the others rose from their seat. Each came to a slow approach, the exception being the man that held Samira tightly. <br><br>The rest of the group closed in, soon they were only a couple feet away, surrounding him at the front. <em>"If I were you, I'd turn back now."</em>, came a raspy voice from the gang. The gypsy looked on, a spectacle of heroism almost glimmered in a rather mystical way. It left a deep impression on her, though she could not see his face from a distance, Samira felt an instant sense of admiration and gratification. Although the odds almost appeared to be against Lysander's favor. It seemed his only advantage would be his animalistic traits, surely he would be faster than any of the bulky men. <br><br>All of them began to take positions, as it grew apparent the kitsune was not going to leave as they warned. Two took out rather primitive weapons, one had a jagged dagger and the other a mace. The last simply held his hands up and took a stance. Either he had no weapon or he felt he would not need one in this fight. <em>"You're going to wish you'd turn back, boy."</em> Samira thought this would be a good opportunity to break free. Her legs kicked about feverishly, the heels of clothed feet were slamming against firm bones of shins. The man grunted and kept his grip on her. <em>"Hold still, wench. Or I'll show everyone here what I can do to-"</em> Sternly he started a threat, until the gypsy swung her forehead for his nose. There was a sudden crack upon contact, the man yelped loudly and his arms released her for hands to check his nose. <br><br>Instinct kicked in and instantly Samira reacted, nearly stumbling on the floor as she scrambled toward a wall to the left. The savage was clutching his nose, blood could be seen in the dim light. The gypsy glanced back, pulling the gag from her mouth, before swiftly fleeing for the exit. The others were too focused on Lysander to care about the woman slipping out between them. She reached the outside and rushed to Lysippe with panic in her voice. <strong>"Please help, those men are trying to get me. I don't know why, but-but they wouldn't let me go!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 06:19:34</strong>
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				<em>Non of my business</em> Lysander scoffed internally at the ruffian that was apparently looking for much more than a simple chat with the woman. His ears perked up, lightly, watching the woman, in concern for her safety, at least until the men started to surround him. His eyes shifted from her, going from one of the men to the other, calculating the odds and&nbsp; taking note of each of the weapons they brandished. A dagger, poor of craft and design, something that could be caught between then guard and twisted in a way the man needed to release it or suffer the weapon - or his wrist - to be broken. A mace, something that could be trouble if it hit the guard as it was just a full set of steel and could bend it. He would need to dodge it and attempt to get the man directly. The last... bare handed? He did realize that the foxed-man was armed, right?<br><br>The nobleman did not speak anymore as it was clear they were not ones for reason. They were driven to emotion, greed and - in this case - lust. It disgusted him to think of what might have happened to this woman were he to not bust through the door. The way the woman was struggling made it difficult for him. He did not wish for her to be caught in a contest of arms were he to strike first, but a smile came as he realized she managed to struggle herself free, even debilitating the man in the back. Perhaps even breaking his nose! This was a great fortune, he would dash forwards, thrusting his rapier towards the man with the mace. The one that he figured was the greater of threats.<br><br>Outside, Lysippe had head some of the fighting, even if it just begun and cursed lightly under her breath. Her tail twitched anxiously when she was about to rush forwards, but found a woman running towards her, causing the woman to lift her weapon in a defensive stance. A glare with her ears tilted back to line her skull was replaced with a look of confusion, her ears perking up to look at the shed before saying, "Greeeat. I'm guessing my brother came in... Listen, keep behind me. And tell me, how many were there? Was it over five?" She asked that specific as she was confident in her brother being able to take on that many untrained thugs before starting to get overwhelmed, she confident enough to take a pair more than that, but when he worked alone, he wasn't as efficient. Neither of them were.
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				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>17-07-2014, 20:36:33</strong>
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				The men hardly stood a chance against the noble. Each had a cocky sense about them. They only saw the kitsune as a weak little thing, easy to toss aside like the gypsy would have been. Regardless of what Lysander thought, the brutes had one thing in their mind. That was profit, they knew Samira would cash in a big buck for a wealthy spender that could use her. Of course, that would not have stopped them from having fun of their own before selling her off. Yet here the hero was, looking to take their chance of profit and fun away. They could not have this, however they were oblivious to the fact that one of them had already taken an injury. The gypsy had slipped past them, each knew they would have to go after her once they made quick work of the intruder. Or so they assumed. <br><br>As the young noble came for the first strike, the savage with the mace was somewhat caught off guard. The strike did not kill him instantly, but it created quite a gash toward the right pectoral. He bellowed in pain, a hand went for the wound and the brute made an attempt to swing his mace at Lysander's left side. The other with no weapon made a sloppy attempt to grab the kitsune's arm, hoping to hold it in place to where he could not swing it. The final one had tried jabbing his dagger for Lysander's abdomen. Each of their movements were slow and off tempo. They had not fought a foe like this, neither of them really knew what to expect nor had they any training amongst them. If the noble played his cards right, he could easily knock them all out, leaving the one toward the back who babied his nose. <br><br>Outside, Samira had crept away from Lysippe. It was obvious she had at first startled the feminine figure and she did not want to throw herself into more trouble. Although the woman appeared to be a second savior, she had noticed the different characteristics that were unlike her own. In the past, she had come across a vast array of specimen. From those that were near beastly to those like her and the sibling with more humanly features. It was rather intriguing, Samira had never been this close to a kitsune before. For a moment she was tempted to touch her tail, especially as she inched behind her as directed. However that would be rude, and strange. Not to mention inappropriate for the time being, as there were miscreants that needed to be taught a lesson.<br><br>Nervously the gypsy glanced to the door of the rickety business, before looking back to Lysippe. <strong>"There are four. But only three approached him, I head butted one and I think I might have broken his nose. Although they're quite bulky, they don't seem very... Quick. But still, you should be careful..."</strong> She began to wonder if the amount of them would be an issue. Meekly the gypsy offered her assistance, <strong>"I can lend a hand..."</strong> then looked at herself and remember she had no weaponry on her. Samira almost felt foolish now. <strong>"If needed..."</strong> All she had was a soft canteen, strapped around her waist, that held little water. The commotion that went on inside could be heard, Samira's attention immediately shifted to the door. She almost feared the brutes would be bustling out of it any second to pursue her.
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				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>18-07-2014, 03:56:49</strong>
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				Lysander's blade skewered the man, his ears perking up then twitching at the shout, he hopping back, causing the clumsy, reactive swing to miss his unarmed form. His face was one of seriousness, a neutral expression, that showed off his concentration as his body shifted, putting his arm up to let the man grab the unarmed of his sides, while he brought up the guard of his weapon, allowing the dagger to be caught in the intricate pattern and he twitching with the intent to disarm the man, break the blade or break his wrist, if he refused to let go. His tail twitching as he turned his eyes about, noting the position of the man. He expected the one with his arm to try and punch him, or pull him or wrestle him down and knew what he would need to do in each situation, just had to figure what the other two were doing.<br><br>"Four... He can handle that... Lysippe said, mainly to herself, as she moved towards the shed that the woman came from. She kept her weapon out, though advanced carefully. If there were others to sneak about or one of them were to come out, she was prepared to cut him down. Her eyes glanced to the Gypsy woman before humming, "No, it's all right. You keep safe. We're meant to be the Heroes here." She gave the woman a wide grin before hurrying to the entrance and leaning to it, blade up along her torso, she carefully peering in.<br><br>Lysippe's eyes beheld the battle. One hand was on Lysander and he was just twisting the blade of the other assailant. It was obvious the one at the far end missed with that unwieldy mace and had already been stabbed in the chest. Though it wasn't fatal, it was obvious it would hurt him to swing and to move. Lysippe bet he would fall back, but she also knew that bandit-types were always dedicated in their unlawful activities and demanded respect through violence. She waited, for now, seeing the next actions before she was to decide who to jump on in this fight to make things more even.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 00:28:20</strong>
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				The tall one whom had been stabbed lost his balance from the momentum of the missed swing and stumbled back. His mace fell to the ground with a clatter as he continued to nurse the wound with a hand. One brute was now rewarded for his ignorance, his wrist made a loud snap before his weapon also fell to the ground. He yelped loudly, the tone was more high pitched than what would appear to be possible. It was obvious the men combined could hardly handle the skilled kitsune. It appeared the man with a broken nose decided not to take his chances as his colleagues were slowly being defeated. Already he slipped out the back of the building to save his own skin. <br><br>The gypsy spotted him, and let out a gasp. Automatically she had assumed he was coming after her, but found he ran off to the west of them. Brows lowered in confusion, and she noticed Lysippe drawing closer to the entrance. <strong>"Oh... I see..."</strong> A light reply came from Samira, and curiosity drove her to follow after the proclaimed hero. Leaning rather close to Lysippe, her own wide eyes looked on at the scene. Certainly she was impressed by Lysander's skill. Just him alone had taken on three and left one running. A damsel admiration set in, things almost went in slow motion as the furred masculinity was making quick work of the sluggish creeps. <strong>"Goodness, you were right... I almost can't believe it."</strong><br><br>The unarmed man was just about to swing a punch for Lysander's gut. Until the movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. His steely five o'clock shadowed face, could see another kitsune just as similar as the one he was attempting to take down. Looking as his other two comrades were wounded and backing away, he knew this would not end well for any of them if a second came in to the assist. Like the other, he darted to make an escape for the back, instantly releasing Lysander and leaving his partners hanging. <em>"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!"</em>, the one that bled from his chest was rather upset his fellow offender was chickening out. <em>"There's another at the door! No way, I'm out!"</em> Both looked to the door at Lysippe and back to Lysander. The man with a broken wrist attempted to flash a wide and grin and stepped back. <em>"We were just kidding, having some fun with the girl you know.."</em> <br><br>They had each underestimated their opponent, and now with their numbers falling and a new accomplice on Lysander's side, failure was looking to be an option. <em>"Cowards...</em> The bigger one held his chest with one hand and picked up his mace. <em>"This ain't over yet!"</em> Another swing was intended to aim at Lysander's head, coming for the left temple as he grunted. It was a feeble attempt, his chest seared with pain but his stubbornness would not let him give up. Even if he had to the die, this fiend was going to go down swinging. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 06:14:46</strong>
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				The man was silent when the men had decided to run. One by one, his attention briefly went to those that retreated, wishing to pursue, to ensure they would not be able to try what they had just a moment ago, but he couldn't risk that. He was sure his sister would approve of such methods of dispatch, but he had to make sure that Lysippe knew where he was, as well as to make sure the woman whom he had assisted was well. And while considering these things, he could watch a second one run off, hurrying of, after he was just about to strike the unarmed man. He wondered what he was thinking, his tail twitching in mild confusion as they spoke - or rather shouted - to one another. His ear twitching, glancing to the doorway, seeing his sister slinking in the shadow of the doorway.<br><br>The sister was keeping quiet, watching her brother as he worked and the others as they ran. The way the woman spoke caused her lips to curl up into a smirk, before leaning back and whispering, "We both have been trained in our weapons since we were but children. Years of experience." With that she wanted to laugh out in amusement, however, she kept herself from doing so, watching as the fight unfolded. "In fact. Let's see how he finishes this, right?" Her eyes shifting to look to the woman as she watched at him in admiration.<br><br>While they were discussing, though, the fighting foxman would step to the side, slowly circling to a better position, though keeping his weapon out, pointed to the man with the injured chest. Despite the man trying to calm Lysander having a broken wrist and, effectively, having disengaged from the fight, his attention was still split. After all, two escaped, one still wanted to fight and the last man could be used as some kind of information, to see if they were expecting to get more than just a single woman to <em>play</em> with. The idea made him scoff as the last man in the fight spoke out his dismay, proclaiming the fight wasn't over.<br><br><br>The way that this man swung, though, had made it sure it was over. The arm was wide, focusing towards the head of the golden-haired man, intent to knock him out, no doubt. However, Lysander showed off his flexibility as he swayed his hand in the same direction the blow was going. His head rotation back, the whole of his torso shifting , allowing him to make his upper body give a circular motion, head leaning back to go under the weapon. Once the mace passed over him, the right foot of the foxman lifted, his momentum carrying him forwards. His foot stomped harshly to the ground as the arm extended in a deadly lunge, Lysander's attack focusing so that his piercing blade would go right through the heart of the assailant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 17:00:33</strong>
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				Samira had a faint smile as Lysippe explained. She felt more than lucky that the two came to her aid in time. There would be no telling where she would be or what would be happening to her if she had not been rescued. It was then the gypsy decided, she would have to pay them back some how. Money was not much of an option in her case, but perhaps she could off her various services. For now, she would wait to talk to them about that, at the moment she was taking quite an interest in watching the bulky dopes run off with the tail between their legs. All with the exception of one. <strong>"That ones not too bright, hmm?"</strong> The gypsy mildly cringed as Lysander made his final strike. <br><br>Inside the brute froze. He did not realize the blade made contact with his heart until it was too late. With a stunned expression, he fell to his knees, before collapsing onto the floor in a growing pool of blood. His accomplice looked on in terror, the kitsune was right there and appeared to be far mightier than they all had once thought. <em>"Oh please don't kill me. I'll do whatever you want, but please, have mercy on me."</em> The once intimidating ruffian was now on his knees, groveling for his own life. Samira shook her head and chuckled at the guy. <strong>"They almost seem harmless when threatened."</strong> <br><br>The gypsy slipped past Lysippe, enthusiastically running for Lysander. In a rather giddy style, she threw her arms around the kitsune's shoulders. If she weighed much more, she could have toppled him over. Samira was over come with gratitude, releasing him and bowing as a delighted tone escaped. <strong>"Oh thank you so much, kind sir! If it were not for you, I don't know what would have happened to me."</strong> The gypsy kneeled before him with&nbsp; a gleaming expression of admiration upon her fate. <strong>"My name is Samira, and I owe my life to you, both of you. Please allow me to extend my services to each of you, I owe you so much and it's the least I can do to pay you back for such a kind deed."</strong> Glancing back to Lysippe with the same gratification, the gypsy hoped they would permit the offer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 03:42:46</strong>
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				Lyander slowly pulled his blade back, allowing the dispatched man to fall before him. He glanced over to the side at the man, speaking out, "That is up to the woman that you wronged..." He waited, moving his blade down and wiping the blood off on the shirt of the killed man, he then lifting his weapon and resheathing it. And, right when he placed his weapon into the metal casing, he felt the woman run to him and knock against him. It caused the man to stumble a bit, he giving a nervous, toothy smile, his cheeks reddened as he took a deep breath, "I... Uhm... You're... welcome?" His ears lining his skull and tail flicking in mild confusion, his attention looking to the surrendered man.<br><br>Right when the man was about to ask the new woman what she would have him do to the thug, his sister moved to step in. "Nice work, Lysander... Seems we have a fan, now." A grin crossed the female's face, she looking over her brother before stepping to the ride, placing a hand to Samira's shoulder, pulling her back a bit, "Give him a little bit of breathing room. He tends to be a shy one..." Once she parted from him, Lysippe kept her eyes to the man, taking her blade at and pointing to he thug, ordering him to, "Stay right there, if she doesn't give an order and you attempt to run I'll kill you right here." She then laughing out, attempting to give a shrill one to instill fear into the man.<br><br>Since his sister seemed to be distracted from the man, allowing him to deal with the woman, he glanced to her. His head slowly bowed down, his ears keeping against his head as his tail hung low. "Uhm... Greeting Miss Samira." Slowly, Lysander lifted, placing a hand to himself as he spoke, "I am Lysander Muriat." He slowly moved his hand from himself to his sister, introducing her, as well, "And my sister Lysippe Muriat. We are of the Valorine County, a bit away, I know, but... we were on our way back." With that introduction, he considered what she offered, trying to process that. He took a deep breath, large, fluffy tail swaying behind him, "And... I mean, it is no need. We do what we can to assist anyone. But... Uhm... Since this man did wrong to you, it is your decision what we do for him. Let us finish this before we, you know... discuss further."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>21-07-2014, 18:29:05</strong>
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				Samira felt herself being pulled back. Upon an observation, she could definitely see what his sister meant by shy. <strong>"My sincerest apologies, I get carried away some times." </strong>She glanced between the two siblings, until her attention drew to the man she once held fear for. He had piped up at the kitsune sister, sniveling to both her and Samira for forgiveness. <em>"I'm so sorry, please, please, I-I wasn't going to hurt you. It wasn't even my idea."</em> The man was on his knees in a sense of groveling, whilst babying the broken wrist he sported. <em>"If you let me go, I promise to right my wrongs, truly I do"</em> The gypsy glanced back to the siblings. A soft hum could be heard as she thought. <strong>"No... No you shan't have freedom... I think the stockades would be nice. Let him boil in the heat and think of his crimes."</strong> <br><br>The man began to protest, it fell on deaf ears as Samira turned back to Lysander and Lysippe. <strong>"I think that's a grand punishment, I do hope you'll allow me to travel with you. Watching him locked up on the stand would give me a little ease. But what of the others? They seemed to have gotten away..."</strong> The gypsy was a little fearful of this. If the siblings allowed her to go with it, she would at least have some sort of protection. However if things went the opposite way, Samira knew she would be on her own and at risk of the others possibly coming after her for revenge. <strong>"Please, let me come with you. I can't risk the others coming after me. There's no telling what they'll do if they catch me."</strong> The desperation of the realization gleamed in her eyes, surely the two would see that, but whether her safety would be ensured or not rested on their decision. <br><br><strong>"I promise you both, neither of you will regret it. I can dance, sing, clean, cook, I even have some expertise in outdoor work. I can be most useful."</strong> Standing tall, hands came to link around her back. The man was still cowering on the ground. He knew running would do no good, so he simply looked on in horror at his decided fate. Samira beamed happily, hoping to appeal to both the siblings in a practical way. If things did not go as she hoped, the gypsy knew she would have to come up with a back up plan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 09:00:05</strong>
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				"Oh, quit your sniveling. Take your punishment like a man... Whatever it might be." Lysippe said with a smirk upon her lips as she looked over to the woman whom had been caught by the ruffians. With her words done, the female of the twins gave a slight nod and looked back to the thug. "Lucky day. You're not going to be killed. You should feel glad. A day or so in some stockades is a light price to pay for what you attempted." And with that, the female moved forwards, kneeling beside the man and attempting to pull him up to his shoulder. She gave no gentleness to the man, after all, he deserved none. Once she got him to his feet, she would give him a heavy shove and point her weapon up, pointed to him.&nbsp; "You take care of the woman, Lysander, I'll make sure his crimes get paid for..."<br><br>Lysander's eyes looked forlorn at his sister as she left the little shed that the combat occured. He looking down to Samira and tilting his head to the side. He wasn't sure what to do. Did Lysippe expect him to accept this woman's offer? Have her travel with them? He had trouble with such decisions, always afraid it might be the wrong one. He wasn't like his sister which would jump forwards in an instant and go forth with something that could affect many people. Even if this seemed to affect only themselves and the woman. However, once she brought up the idea that there may be the escapees coming for this woman, he couldn't help but say, "You are right... I... suppose you should come with us, for safety. We could provide a type of asylum, for now."<br><br>The male of the twins rubbed the back of his head as Samira mentioned her skillset. He offered a smile, replying to her with, "Well, I am sure that could help. Lysippe is kind of intent on us being more renown before we succeed our father." He glanced to the direction his sibling went, briefly before looking to her, "And I am sure she would appreciate someone to cook along the way. We usually get by on dried meats and charring what we catch... I mean... Hate to admit... Neither of us are really that good at cooking." The last part he spoke, practically mumbling as he looked to the side, ears lining his skull in slight embarrassment, despite he knowing quite a few people not knowing how to cook.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>22-07-2014, 17:54:46</strong>
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				The man groaned, it was obvious he was suffering enough from the broken wrist but being captured as well held it's own displeasure. Of course the fear on his face ensured he would not be fighting the fox lady. There was more strength to her than the naked eye revealed. He could feel it as she pulled him up, the weapon in her hand let him know she was in total control of the situation. Samira beamed while the sister escorted him out. Turning back to the brother, she was looking him with a glowing expression of hope. It was rather pitiful in a way, if she had her hands folded together in some prayer it would have been the spectacle of begging. <br><br>Suddenly he had given his acceptance. Instantly the gypsy grinned and rushed at him once more. Arms curled around his shoulders, her form pushing onto him joyfully. Recalling what his sister had said, Samira quickly let go and giggled softly. <strong>"I promise, neither of you will regret it. I can cook almost anything to perfection and season it just as well."</strong> She watched the kitsune's ears fall flat at the confession. It was quite adorable, the gypsy almost wanted to reach out and stroke behind it softly. The urge was shaken as she glanced around the shack, <strong>"Well, I suppose we should be on our way. There's no point in hanging around here."</strong> <br><br>The chipper woman made her way to the exit. There was still a tinge of fear inside of her, but Samira knew if she kept close to the siblings that there would be less chance of danger. She gracefully bounded in Lysippe's direction. The man that walked ahead would occasionally lag behind, catching the tip of her weapon right into the middle of his back. He'd yelp pathetically, immediately speeding up the pace much to Samira's amusement. <strong>"Oh! Can I give him a good poke, Lysippe? Please?"</strong> The excitement on her face was apparent. The gypsy had not had much experience with weapons. But it would be quite liberating to give one of the men that had her against her will what for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 07:00:59</strong>
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				The way that the woman was staring at him made Lysander feel a bit uncomfortable. It was rather child-like, he figured, and he always was concerned around kids, not disliking them, but always afraid he might hurt them on accident... Or they might hurt him, tguging on his tail or ears. Just the thought of that caused him to twitch as if it had just happened. Those thoughts quickly escaped his mind as he turned his attention back down to Samira, he giving a light, nervous smile, "Ah, well, don't be hasty. I mean..." He would pause before saying, with a light sigh, "All right, I don't know what I mean. Maybe we should just follow Lysippe, yes?"<br><br>Eventually, Samira seemed ready and willing to go at the suggestion, perhaps because she made it first, eventually the two catching up with the slowly moving female with fox-features. Still with her weapon up, giving the shoulder of the man a light poke to urge the thug forwards, she smirked, seeming to get more than just a little joy from his yelping before speeding up. "Yep, don't slow down. Just think of it this way, faster you get to the stocks, quicker you can leave, right?" A light laugh escaped her, a flick of her golden tail denoting her joy at this man's plight.<br><br>Once the maiden that Lysander rescued came up she offered a grin, and then moved a hand down, taking out a short dagger from her belt and offering it to Samira. "Sure, but don't jab him too hard. Don't want him injured more than now." She whispered to the other girl, a sparkle of amusement in her light blue eyes. Though it was clear Lysander was not approving of the situation, his face marked with a frown that one could see if they looked to him, though he kept himself silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>23-07-2014, 17:14:51</strong>
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				Samira was rather elated. Although she was not sure if there would be a risk of hurting him. Taking hold of the dagger, the gypsy looked it over curiously then glanced at the man. He immediately sped up, knowing the woman had more than enough reason to harm him. The woman would wait for now, she knew the savage would fall back eventually. It did not take too long, maybe a few minutes at best when his pace slowed down due to exhaustion. She held the dagger steady, giving it a push forward toward the left side of his back. Immediately a sharp sound came from him and he quickly moved his feet again. <strong>"Ah! That was fantastic!"</strong> Samira chuckled and looked to Lysippe, returning her dagger. <br><br>As they walked her curious eyes looked around. The edge of the small town was coming up, and it looked to be a long road ahead. The gypsy untied her canteen pouch from her waist, bringing it to her mouth to take a quick drink. As she tied her canteen back into place, she caught a glimpse of Lysander through her peripherals. It struck her as odd that he seemed so quiet and almost sad in a way. Samira stepped closer to Lysippe as they walked and whispered softly. <strong>"Is he ok?"</strong> She was unsure if there was some sort of problem. Silently she thought as they left the town. <br><br>Her mind recalled the place Lysander spoke of. Maybe he was just homesick. It was a place the gypsy had not been before. So she had no idea how long it would take to get there. The ordeal from earlier had been a tiring one. But the gypsy was used to long travel. She knew she could hold out for quite a while, but there was no telling how much longer she would be walking. Maybe one of the twins knew the distance. As some time passed with silence, Samira spoke again while the man ahead continue to trudge on. <strong>"Do either of you know how much farther we have? I can't really say I've been out in this direction before."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 03:20:27</strong>
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				Lysippe couldn't help but grin at the woman as she waited until te man slowed before giving him a jab. She moving a hand up and mussing the hair of the woman saying, in a low voice, "You're a natural she offering a grin to the woman, her ears perking up to show her elation at the way the woman was going about. She soon accepting the dagger and placing it back within the small scabbard at her belt. She eventually hummed and said, "Ah there's the bugger. I'm sure someone will release you if you're nice, though." She snickering, ready to put the man in the stockades, with people looking onward in mild confusion. <br><br>Eventually, the man was stocked up and the small group of three left. The two were rather quiet, Lysander keeping behind his sister, allowing her to lead as she seemed quite confident in her directions and willing to head down the packed road. Lysippe, though, looked over to Samira when she asked of the male-sibling, she taking a quick glance back before offering a smile. "He is fine. He's always a bit quiet. Lysander has a good heart, but he'd not cut out for the public eye. A real shrinking violet. But one that can grow thorns, as you saw." She nodded, as if to herself before placing a hand to Samira's shoulder as if to confirm it.<br><br>Once the silence passed by, Lysippe heading on down the road, Lysander keeping by her silently. It wasn't until Samira said something, afterall, Lysippe figured it would be rude to speak of things with her brother with the woman there. "Oh, a few days worth of travel, actually. That is if we keep the road and pass by a few towns without stopping. But! I like stopping." She offered Samira a smile before she found a conversation to come up, "Oh! It is a beautiful place. Once we get home, we always perform some theater for our people! It's became a bit of a tradition with me and Lysander. We shall even show the fight with the men Lysander had, right?" Lysippe grinned, looking back to her brother who only nodded in response, "Sooo... You're following us, you have any experience in theater?" She asking, since she hadn't been there when Samira proclaimed, to Lysander, her talents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 21:41:11</strong>
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				It was rather funny watching the man be put in the stockades. He plead and tried bargaining with them, but to no avail. The gypsy looked on happily, it would do good for him to suffer. Then shortly after the moved on their merry way away. Samira almost felt sad, she was going to miss poking him. But Lysippe kept her pretty amused. Both telling her about Lysander and their home kept her entertained. The gypsy listened intently, occasionally looking to Lysander with a sincere expression. It was such a shame he was so timid, she wanted to alter this some how. Maybe give him some type of encouragement, he was a rather good looking fellow after all. Not to mention, a heroic icon to her. <br><br>Quickly her train of thought had switched. The sisterly kitsune had gone on to talk about a performance, one to come being of the fight. Her face instantly lit up, Samira thought back of all the many things she did. <strong>"I have performed in front of crowds before, mostly dancing. But I can adapt to a role if needed, that should not be too hard."</strong> Ever chipper and confident, she had to wonder how Lysander did such antics. He could barely talk now, but apparently did not mind acting out for a crowd. Or so she observed, she would certainly be watching him closely once it was time for the act. As time went on, they traveled. Samira was rather intrigued just by the change of scenery, towns had her about as giddy as Lysippe. But of course, the gypsy saw each new place as an opportunity for profit. <br><br><strong>"Should we stay at the next town over night? I don't know about you two, but I don't prefer to travel in the dark.... Not that I'm scared of it or anything like that."</strong> That was somewhat true, Samira did not mind night time at all. But it was always the nocturnal threats that more or less made her uneasy. From men to beasts, it would not take long for her body to be left for dead some where or eaten alive. The thoughts sent a shiver to roll through her spine, it wouldn't be long before the sun would be swallowed up by the horizon as dusk inched closer with every minute. Samira hunched close behind the two siblings, link each of her arms with one of her own while keeping close and between them. <strong>"You just never really know what can be hiding in the night..."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>27-07-2014, 06:57:43</strong>
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				Lysippe blinked, rather surprised as the woman just seemed to jump upon the idea of a performance, and practically shouting in excitement of the idea that she had previously performed in front of crowds. At least, that was how she took it. She shook her head, giving a grin before she said, "Well, if you want to help us with that, it is grand. Usually we have just ourselves to perform the scenes, I know it can get confusing to some, but upon a stage, showing the actions, even if upon effigies, it shows the people better than merely a story or song!" She offered a laugh, moving her hands to her hips, "At least how I always felt, right, Lysander?" The woman asked, looking back to her brother.<br><br>When his name was called, Lysander's ear twitched, he lifting his head and looking to Lysippe for a brief time to process what she had asked him. Within a few seconds he would nod, attempting to offer a smile, "Ah, yes. That is how she always thought..." He would glance to Samira, since she was the one that would benefit most from his talking, after all, he and his sister talked a lengths when they needed to. Though on the road things did fall quiet, as they experienced much of the same things so he had no more to inform her of and she not much more to give to him. "I do remember the initial idea came when we were children. She was more for the toy swords than for the dress up of the noble houses in the county, and made things up, at first. It became a talent when we got older..."<br><br>The way that he was speaking this time made it seem as if he was quiet fond of it. It seemed like something he enjoyed and wasn't just dragged into, which the whole adventuring down the road was questionable if his lack of speech about it was any indication. He would, though, not go beyond than as Lysippe waved her hand, passively, looking to the other woman and nodding, "We try not to travel at night and attempt to stay some time in each of the towns. If they need help, most people won't just blurt it to us! And what kind of story would come from 'we walked through every town, whether day or whether night. We never stayed long, never got in a fight'?" She spoke rather poetically, a hand upon her chest as she rocked her head back and forth, "But yes, we'll rest in town. But I'm not springing for an extra room. So you either sleep with us or pay your own way, yes?" With that, Lysippe gave a playful grin to the woman, he tail flicking behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 22:48:01</strong>
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				Samira was rather intrigued as the siblings reminisced of past performances. It seemed they not only enjoyed the thrill of defeating scoundrels, but acting it out as well. She was even surprised that Lysander piped up about it. The quiet brother appeared to have his mood lifted from the topic. Although the thought of both of them running around as kids, playing with fake swords seemed too cute. The gypsy had a soft laugh at his words. The brave hero she rather idolized now thought of as a small munchkin with large ears and tail. Silently she reflected on it with a smile, but still remained attentive to Lysippe's words. <br><br>It was soothing to hear they would not be wandering into the night. But sharing a room with them would be interesting. Considering how she did not usually stay in rooms. <strong>"That works for me, if it does with you. Normally I'll stay in a manger, or camp outside. Spending money on any kind of room is an expense I don't really have..."</strong> Samira shrugged and travel on, keeping close between the two siblings. Cautiously she eyed their surroundings, just to check at travelers that came by on the road.<br><br>As time passed, there was finally a source of civilization up a head. A dim light could be seen, along with a few outlines of buildings. The gypsy wondered if those that escaped had ran there. She had hoped not, but even if she bumped into them again Samira knew things would play out differently with the siblings there. <strong>"Look, maybe there's a place over yonder we can stay for the night."</strong> It was a new place for her, as would be the others to come. Not only would she get to learn more about her heroes, but the places she would visit with them had their own discoveries. <strong>"I hope there's a market, I could go for some grub..."</strong> Sure the gypsy was not abundant with dough, but she had a few coins tucked away in her top for meals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 00:58:03</strong>
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				Lysippe nodded to the woman offering a smirk, before she turned her attention over to her brother and commented, aloud, "Well, here's hoping you do not mind sharing the room with another woman, hmm?" Her smirk shifting to a grin, hoping to embarrass the man. Maybe even the woman, as she might not have realized that she would be sharing it with her brother, as well... Or maybe that was her plan? And that idea caused her to hum, looking over the woman a bit suspiciously, however, her attention would shift over when Samira pointed out the local town nearby.<br><br>Lysander would have kept quiet, his head going back down so that he was staring to the ground. His ears were lining his skull as he did already feel a bit uncomfortable with someone else sharing a room. In fact, he had a bit of an issue with sharing the room with Lysippe, but he gotten used to his invasive and outgoing sister that he didn't mind as much. However, this new woman? He didn't even know her! Would she try anything? Would he even be able to change in peace? All these thoughts were crossing him before he lifted his head at her own notice of the new town coming up. He blinked, before speaking up, "Oh... Well... I'm sure there is..."<br><br>Without advancing any quicker, the sibling would keep by Samira, crossing the town border as the sun was going down rather low, right now. Eventually, they stopped, a couple people looking at the newcomers, curiously, before moving on after a couple seconds. Lysippe placed her hands to her hips, spreading her legs out in an akimbo position before saying, "Lysander! Go find an inn! Me and Samira will check for a butcher for some kind of meat to eat!" A wide grin crossed over her face as her brother blinked, a bit surprised before nodding, "Uhm... All right. I'll look for one..." He paused, looking around, "There might be only one in a town this size... so... I'll just wait there, right?"<br><br>Once the male sibling wandered off, Lysippe would have put her hand to Samira's shoulder, giving a smile, "Well, let's see if we can find something to eat, yes? Plus, we can have some nice little girl talk. First question, what are your clothes made of?" She giving a laugh as she moved forwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 17:56:25</strong>
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				Samira's focus was drawn away from the town at Lysippe's comment of sharing a room. Quickly she glanced to her brother, who seemed rather apprehensive of the suggestion. The gypsy was not sure what the issue would be. Perhaps he was shy around other women. She did not want to take advantage of this of course. But then again, there was the curiosity of how he would respond to her changing. There were other thoughts that passed through her mind, more lewd than they should be, but Samira quickly dismissed them and turned away to the town. She could not let simple wants cloud and distract, especially with his sister there. The gypsy feared she may be at risk if Lysippe caught her coming onto her sibling. <br><br>Once they had entered the town and explored, Samira kept her mind busy with the hunt for food. As the sister barked orders to organize their search, the gypsy looked to Lysander and gave a nod at the offer. An inn should not be hard to find, and the string of stands on either side ahead assured the gypsy a butcher was bound to be nearby. As they walked, she was drawn by the various vendors. It took all of her will to fight the urge to stop and browse. Lysippe assisted, calling her attention to the clothes she wore. Her left brow rose at the question, she looked to her attire and shrugged with a response. <strong>"I believe a silk and linen combination, of some sort. The silk is more for outer appearance and the linen is for comfort from under."</strong> She tugged at the top hem of her top, the linen that covered her bosom and the silk on the outer layer were stitched together as she revealed it. <strong>"I bartered with a merchant for it, it cost me my grandmother's earrings and a pouch of salt... I regret it, but the clothes I had at the time were falling apart and I could not afford the services of a tailor..."</strong> Her tone became low as she told the story, but Samira covered it up with a soft cough and an eager gaze to the cluster of merchants ahead.<br><br>One had a cart set up with a sign. Various hunks of meat hung down from it, as others were displayed in crates within the cart. The gypsy motioned with a hand to the portly fellow that bellowed out deals he had on his cuts. <strong>"I believe we've found our butcher. "</strong> Samira smiled faintly to Lysippe. Even from the short distance, she could see the choice selection he offered. It almost looked too good, she feared her few coins would not even be enough to purchase the dried jerky he sold. As they came to a stop in front of his stand, the gypsy looked from one piece of meat to the other. <strong>"He certainly has some prime cuts here. Just look at that venison.."</strong> Samira softly murmured to the sister. It all made her stomach growl, she glanced to Lysippe and wondered which one of them would be doing the bartering. A hand slipped inside her top to fish out the few coins she had. One was rather large, the one with more obvious worth than the three smaller ones that accompanied it. She clutched it in grasp, hoping the kitsune had not seen just how much she did not have with her fist coming to rest at her side. Curiously she watched the butcher and sibling speak, keeping a sheepish smile on her face until Lysippe made her selection. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>20-08-2014, 09:17:05</strong>
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				With the hand remaining upon Samira's shoulder, Lysippe nodded, offering a playful smirk, "Regret it? Why? It shows you off quite well and seems to be nice and airey and comfortable. Might even be considered some of those traditional Gypsy garb. I like it. I am sure I could turn some heads dressed in such!" With the last comment she would push from Samira, taking a step with a twirl that made her golden-haired tail curl around her own hip and lift her arms up to stand in an attempt at a sensual pose, though it was an unusual look for the woman as she was wearing rather manly clothes, even if the top was designed for a woman like her. It really didn't show off anything nor aid her in any attempt at being womanly attractive.<br><br>After a light laugh came, the attention of the female noble turned to the cart that the other woman had mentioned. The place did look as if it was showing off fresh meat and covered in a way to keep much of the sun from getting to and spoiling the meat. Lysippe didn't take the time to say anything, instead just came up right to the stand and looked over the items that were on display. She sniffed along the&nbsp; outside of the stand, tilting her head and shifting in a careful way, watching over the meats and trying to decide what pieces would be good between the three of them. But she knew she had to be careful. Just because she was dressed rather well and wielded a custom-crafted rapier the common working folk often thought it was a good idea to price hike and extort because they figured they might be able to wring a few extra pieces of silver from them. The idea made her - internally - scoff as she decided to point at one of the hanging meats. <br><br>"We would like some of that deer shoulder, dear sir!" Lysippe said rather frankly, a serious look upon her face as she waited for the man to quirk a brow, looking to her then to her companion. At first, it seemed he would be quiet, calculating the amount he might get from the quality of meat and the amount the two would be able to offer. Eventually the man offered, "Five Drakes." A drake a common coin found in the region, mostly silver and named after the tail-end of the coin having an engraving of a dragon upon it. But with this proclamation, the woman looked over to the side. She hummed, trying to decide how to go about this, even recalling the coin out of the corner of her eye that Samira had looked upon. But she decided to go the pitiful route and sighed, "I can't believe it... <em>Five</em>? I... Only have three. I knew I was stupid to get these things. Why didn't you stop me!?" She trying to speak a bit loudly to Samira before letting her arms hang in a slightly depressed fashion, her tail drooping and her ears lining her skull as she rubbed her stomach. "I... Guess I can forgo my part, huh?" She offering a weak smile to Samira, hoping this little act would work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timidity</strong> on <strong>18-09-2014, 21:47:17</strong>
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				Samira could not help but to chuckle at the kitsune's playfulness. Sure she had a tough aura about her, but even beneath the armor the gypsy could see a hint of femininity. It was rather refreshing to be traveling with Lysippe. Even with her brash personality, it felt as if Samira could have a good friendship with the furry woman. Intently she watched while the kitsune did her inspected. Amusement was apparent upon her face, but surely her keen senses would be very handy to detect the quality of the meat. It appeared to have checked out. The gypsy folded her arms under her chest and nodded at Lysippe's request to the butcher. The price he offered was not as horrible as it sounded. However Samira was taken aback by the kitsune's reaction. <br><br>With wide eyes she looked onto the sibling's display surprisingly. It was not only dramatic but as well as puzzling. Samira glanced to the butcher and offered a humble smile before stepping to Lysippe's side to pat her back. For now she would attempt to go along with what ever the kitsune was doing. However she was quite unsure of her skill on playing the part. <strong>"There there... Lysippe. I'll cover the rest, and next time we'll manage your spending better."</strong> The gypsy offered a warm smile of pretend, looking back to the butcher before taking two of the silver coins she had from her clenched hand. The few left were tucked away in her top. <strong>"I'm terribly sorry about that, she tends to overreact at times. Plus her beloved... Cousin has died. It's just a very... Emotional time for her, you see."</strong> Samira's attempts at the sympathetic time were backed up with soulful brown eyes as she rubbed the kitsune's back softly. The butcher stared at the two with a quizzical expression, then grunted and opened his hand for Lysippe's half of the payment. <br><br>Awkwardly she glanced around at the other shoppers and vendors. Offering a faint smile to any watching, Samira then leaned over to whisper in the furry pointed ear. <strong>"Is something wrong?"</strong>Concern furrowed her brows, yet her expression also held a bit of uncertainty. The gypsy was not sure of what Lysippe was attempting here, but she was not about playing stupid to make the kitsune look like a fool. Besides, the woman was one of her heroes, Samira felt indebted to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Twin Nobles' Adventures! </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 10:05:37</strong>
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				Lysippe visibly twitched, her tail's hairs stiffing when Samira offered to <em>cover the rest</em>. A weak smile came up as her ears lined her skull, looking to the woman in the airy garb before saying through her teeth, "Oh, I thought we <em>pooled our resources</em>?" Trying to imply something, though Samira was already giving off the two silver coins. Lysippe offered a sniffle, before tilting her head to the man, "Oh, yes, but... we shouldn't really bother this poor man with that. He is just making his living as any of us." She then moving a pair of fingers to her pouch and producing three coins, and offering it to the hand of the man. The butcher seemed to squeeze the coins, making sure they were real and not just wooden ones painted over before he moved to get the meat down and wrapping it within some thin furs.<br><br>While the man was distracted, Lysippe lowered her voice, hissing a bit in frustration as she responded. "I was trying to get a haggle on.... A Sympathy haggle. Testing some acting, you know." The woman keeping her head down, trying to keep her tail low as to not give away herself from behind with a perky stance or demeanor. When the butcher announced the meat was all theirs, Lyssipe offered another light sniff, and gave a weak, pitiful smile, with soft eyes, "Thank you, sir." she said, as she bundled the meat in her arms and slowly turned. The kitsune would then whisper low to the other woman, "We want to try for some spices? Or think the venison will be good enough charred with salt and wine?" all the while she heading down the pounded-dirt road of the town.
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