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Post by Nicodemus on Jan 28, 2018 2:08:58 GMT
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»Nicodemus's shoulders ached as the falcon perched on his left arm. It's head was covered by a small hood that he crafted himself and it was quietly sitting. The bird, Bean, wasn't the source of his shoulder and back pain, it was all the flying he had done while in dragon form, especially when he had flown through the storm. He quietly chastised himself quietly for his stubbornness as he was paying for it now. He stepped towards the falcon mews, hearing the soft noises from the other birds. He opened the door and stepped inside, careful to avoid hitting Bean on anything. Once inside, he closed the door behind him softly and took off the hood. Bean's beady eyes stared back at him and regarded him harshly.
A faint smile curled on Nico's lips and he approached the falcon's mew. He placed Bean on a perch and retreated without a word. Other birds of prey squawked at him, his Merlin and Peregrine falcon causing the most commotion. He raised an eyebrow and shushed them. He began to take his hawking gauntlet off, revealing short gloves underneath just to keep his fingers warm. His coat was also for warmth, not protection like many people believed. He and the birds had a good, respectful relationship and he was never attacked by them. He smirked in at the memory of one of the osprey's dive bombing one of the ignorant knights.
He was done for the day, but he had to go to the markets for some bread and cheese. Nico gave a small hand wave at the birds, despite the fact he knew that they wouldn't understand. It was always good to be polite to the animals you worked with. He exited the building, the cool wind of winter sweeping across his face again. The cold always seemed to make his aches and pains much worse. His frown and sour expression returned as he realised he would have to walk a while in the cold. He was glad that the snow wasn't thick, only a small layer of the icy coldness.
Nicodemus trudged on, the wind whispering around him. He pulled his coat tighter, trying to ignore the winter air that tried to bite at his ankles and face. Before too long, he had arrived at the town. The sun was starting it's decent into the sky and the sky was darkened by the overcast conditions. He blinked up at the sky, then glanced down at his shoulder. He brushed off the cold snow that had landed there, leaving a damp spot. A heavy sigh left his lips, but his walking speed picked up. The markets would start closing very soon so he would need to get things bought now. He knew he should have come in the early morning but it was at that time that he hated people the most.
He approached the bakery, a firm frown on his face as he noticed it was closed. He was annoyed at himself and he just stood there for a good minute, trying to figure out what he was going to eat for dinner or breakfast. He shouldn't have put it off for so long, but he didn't particularly like coming into town frequently. His frown turned into a scowl and he spun around, intending on heading further into the city when he almost collided with someone. Nico took a step back, shaking his head. A foul mood was brewing, but he barely prevented himself from sneering at the other person. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and counted back from 10.
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Post by Salamander Johnson on Feb 7, 2018 3:49:57 GMT
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It was bitter to be here in Emberi. He always told himself he was over the past, but any time his work brought him to the city he was reminded of the futile attempts to obtain justice in a place where he had known no one, and no one cared to help.
It always left him feeling particularly rotten and resentful inside. Maybe that was why he allowed himself to be baited into a fight? Looking to take out his frustration in some mindless brawling. Well, Salamander was paying for his lapse in judgement now.
As he walked he nursed his swollen left eye with a handkerchief wrapped about a ball of hard packed snow. It was perhaps the worst of his injuries, although everything else also throbbed, and he thought someone had tried to knife him if the stinging on the back of his left shoulder was anything to go by.
Tch--! Tavern brawling like some sort of drunkard...
The world did that funny shifting thing again and Salamander became unsure of his balance for a moment. Alright, so he was a little drunk himself. No excuse for his behavior! He would have liked to console himself with the knowledge that the other guy had it coming, but, well... he was the one who got the worst of it, as usual.
Tch--! Don’t take on big people, people with friends, and big people with friends, he chastised himself.
Cursed weather! It was bad enough squinting from only one eye, but the cold also made him bring the hood of his cloak lower to avoid the chill breeze, making his scope even smaller. As such it did not register with him how near he was to the stationary figure outside the bakery, or that it was a person. The stranger’s abrupt movements caused Salamander to start badly, but his somewhat fuzzy mind could not resolve whether to try to back pedal, stop and merely throw out a hand to block, or move to his right to bring himself away from the person. As such he lost his footing and did in fact go right.
Right down to the ground.
He put out a hand to catch himself and felt pain lance through his wrist on impact.
“Son of a-! Birrrrnn!” Salamander clutched at his wrist, trying not to swear out loud in front of a stranger. He also began counting to stave off a sharp word, but only to five.
“Sorry,” he spoke up sullenly, assuming the guilt. He was the one who was tipsy here. “Can’t see too well...” he slowly rose to his knees, wincing as he cradled his wrist to his chest.
“You alright, uh—" he pulled the hood of his cloak back and glanced up to ascertain the individual’s gender, “Sir? I didn’t step on ya er anythin’?” he asked thickly, turning to look about for his handkerchief.
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Post by Nicodemus on Feb 8, 2018 6:29:42 GMT
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► Of course not! Welcome to the site!◄
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»Once Nico opened his eyes, he was startled with the image of the man on the ground in front of him. For a split second, the ancient thought that he had knocked him to the ground but knew that it couldn’t be so. He listened to the almost curse and cocked his head, his gaze dubious and his lips pursed. He didn’t say anything as the man began to apologise and get up. He raised an eyebrow about the excuse about not being see and shrugged. He made a motion to help the other up but the other person seemed to have it all under control…almost. There was a certain sway in the man’s actions that signified that he may not be entirely sober. Nicodemus had seen enough drunken men and women in his life to notice the signs of alcohol consumption.
He managed to catch another glimpse of a bruise or two on the stranger’s face before the hood was pulled back up. Nico’s own ears were numb from the winter air, having just donned a warm coat without a hood or cowl. His nose, ears and cheeks were a rosy pink from standing outside the closed bakery without movement so it appeared as if he was blushing, but those familiar with the winter chill would recognise the symptoms of being too cold. He brushed off non-existent snow off his pants, trying to find something to do with his hands. “I am unharmed,” he replied, his voice soft but confident.
He cast his eyes towards the hand that the stranger seemed to be holding, his voice rising up in question, “And you? Obviously, the bruises are not from me but I would hate to think that you injured yourself to not fall over me.” His words were polite and not overly sincere, as they had a touch of amusement to them. He would estimate that they were the same height, with Nicodemus maybe being just a little bit taller. It would certainly be hard for the other man to walk over him. He curbed his smile, deciding to keep his face neutral, he didn’t know this man and he wasn’t prepared to deal with an overly friendly drunk.
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Post by Salamander Johnson on Feb 8, 2018 15:53:04 GMT
Hearing that he was unharmed, Salamander nodded slightly and muttered, "Good, good." glad that no toes had been quashed. He felt about the ground some more, finally grasping the damp, balled up handkerchief. He peered at it a moment, contemplating whether to put it back over his eye, or shake it out and tie his smarting wrist. Both hurt tremendously, it was an even toss.
"Pardon?" he queried, hearing the words but not quite understanding for a split second, "Oh, no... I mean," he heaved himself up with some effort, every muscle protesting "Yeah, I seem to have sprained my wrist... but that's not your fault." he said, holding up his good left hand dismissively, "Just inevitable consequences from poor decisions." he finished with an attempt at a smile towards the stranger, but his face protested.
"Ow..." he rubbed at his jaw. That was from the left hook that ended the fight. He was lucky none of his teeth had been knocked out.
Looking back at his wrist he decided that was the more pressing problem. Shaking the handkerchief with a snap he began tugging at his leather glove so as to remove it and tie up the wrist.
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Post by Nicodemus on Feb 9, 2018 11:20:23 GMT
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»Nicodemus watched with a solemn eye as the man seemed to look for something, wondering whether he should offer to help him up or not. Before the dragon could make a decision, the other man was on his feet. He took another step back, his eyes darting around them. The sky had started to release snowflakes and it was snowing very softly. His eyes softened and he glanced back at the stranger, seeing the pain in his face. He briefly nodded in acknowledgement of the man’s explanation and let the words hang in the cold air for a few moments. He careful put together his next sentence, speaking a little slower so that the man understood him more clearly.
“I am Nicodemus. The royal falconer.” He had an urge to bow but he repressed it immediately, offering a polite but not-quite-there smile. He took pride of his job and it was often a conversation starter. Nico knew that he should wait to see if it would begin to snow harder before he left or he may be stuck in a snowstorm. It would be less cost effective to stay in town but it would probably be safer if the snow got heavier. He looked towards the stranger again, watching as he struggled to take the glove off of his hand.
“Do you need help?” he asked, stepping forward into the stranger’s person space before he got an answer. He could see that the man had hurt his wrist, and it wouldn’t do any bad if he helped him. Nicodemus careful grasped the hand, careful not to pull or move the wrist. He placed a steady hand on the man’s wrist, tugging at the leather. He removed it softly and then glanced slightly down at the man, his cheeks a little warmer, realising that his help may have not been wanted. Nico glanced down at the glove now in his hand, taking a step back out of the other’s personal space.
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Post by Salamander Johnson on Feb 9, 2018 16:30:05 GMT
Cursing in his head and growling under his breath, Salamander wrestled unsuccessfully with his glove, every movement a strain. He paused at the stranger's introduction, offering a quick glance and nod of acknowledgement. He wasn't quite prepared to answer in kind, being both preoccupied, and a little taken aback at finding himself in the presence of a person of the royal staff, which took him more by surprised than he would like to admit, even to himself. He felt tremendously more awkward on account of it, although he wasn't sure why.
At the Falconer's offer of assistance he tried to give a nonchalant "Nah,I got this." but only got as far as "N--" and a grimace at another pang in his arm. Eyes screwing shut a moment, he was taken off guard at the touch of the other's hand.
"What- -No-- don't don't...!" he started to protest, a little panicked that Nicodemus would only make it worse, and very alarmed at the sudden proximity and invasion of space when he was so vulnerable.
Taking a sharp breath through his teeth, he braced for pain. He was surprised at the firm but gentle grasp, and the ease with which Nicodemus removed the glove.
"Oh--ah..." he pulled his wrist to his chest and grasped it with his left hand, "Um...Thanks..." he said quietly, face burning with embarrassment, "That was... extremely helpful..." he rubbed his wrist a moment before looking up and offering a wry half-smile despite the jaw pain.
"You're lucky I'm not sober or I would've automatically clocked you... probably with my injured hand..." he added as an after thought with a sniff of a chuckle.
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Post by Nicodemus on Feb 11, 2018 10:21:16 GMT
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► Sorry for the shorter post◄
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»Nico raised an eyebrow at the other man’s lack of an answer and words in response to the help. He felt a brief spark of annoyance but it didn’t last very long as he had been thanked. The annoyance changed form and became a miniscule smile, barely noticeable except by the curled corners of his lips. “I would say that I was grateful that you are drunk, however that seems to be the reason that you are the way you are now.” Nicodemus didn’t really care that this random stranger was injured, but it didn’t look very comfortable and he had technically fallen over because of the dragon. He supposed that he didn’t owe the man, but it would be a polite gesture to help with his wounds, which Nico had made worse.
“I am no amazing healer, but I know where he resides. Would you like me to show you the way?” He didn’t mind if his offer was refused but he thought it was in the stranger’s best interest to get himself on the way to recover. The healer’s house wasn’t close, but Nicodemus had nothing else to do while he waited for the weather to change. He also supposed that he could buy something at one of the nearby pubs while he was at it too. Nicodemus tilted his head, giving a more scrutinising look to the man. “What did you say your name was?”
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Post by Salamander Johnson on Feb 11, 2018 14:55:31 GMT
Salamander had to wince at the comment on his circumstances. He knew already that he had brought it on himself but it was no less pleasant to hear it from another. Somewhat chagrined, he looked back to his wrist, trying to tie the handkerchief around it.
Hearing about the healer, he offered a thoughtful, "Hmm... Let me think on that," while weighing the prose and cons of going to one. He hadn't much money as things stood, but he did need to get back to work as quickly as possible. However, it was just a sprain. One had only to wrap it up and let time take over. But a healer would probably cut that time in half with special salves or whatever. Hmm, but the money issue again...
"Eh?" he turned at the question of his name, "Oh, sorry, I'm Salamander, Salamander Johnson," he paused a moment, about to automatically offer a hand, thought better of it, and bowed instead. He briefly recalled the falconer's name and occupation. Seemed he ought to add his in as well, "I'm a hire sword, though I also do odd-jobs. Nice to meet you, Master Nicodemus."
He paused a moment, still struggling with the handkerchief, His left eye and shoulder were also chiming in, reminding him of how badly that fight had gone. With a rueful sigh he said, "I guess I'd better take you up on that offer. Lead the way to the healer."
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Post by Nicodemus on Feb 17, 2018 3:13:40 GMT
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► sorry for slow and short reply◄
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»If Nico noticed the wince, he didn't say anything about it. He was silent in the man's contemplation. He knew that the healer could be expensive but it seemed almost necessary if the other man didn't want to be in pain for the next few weeks. It wasn't his business if the man decided that he didn't have the money for it, but he thought it would be the better choice. He blinked in surprise at the name he was given, and he had to repeat it. "Salamander, did you say?" Nico supposed he couldn't really judge, his name was long winded and seemed ridiculous to quite a few people he met. At least he had the excuse of his name being thousands and thousands of years old.
He raised both eyebrows and nodded, "Then I guess getting your hand fixed would be a good idea." He quietly wondered if he was incorrect about where the bruises had come from before deciding that they must have been new. He gave a thin lipped smile and moved away from the man, hoping that Salamander would follow. Turning to glance backwards, "It makes me curious to what sort of fight would cause so much harm to a hire sword?" He knew it was rude to pry, but he was curious. Nico was sure he could hold his own if the drunk man got too annoyed with him.
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Post by Salamander Johnson on Feb 17, 2018 4:13:00 GMT
He stiffened ever so slightly when Nicodemus repeated the name, worried for a moment that perhaps his name was familiar to the royal Falconer. He could well imagine someone from his old life somehow coincidentally knowing this man, and having told him stories about Salamander and his rather unfortunate history. A certain happy-go-lucky, loose-lipped bard crossed his mind briefly as well.
"Unfortunately so," he offered dryly as explanation for his unusual name, but he was on guard. When nothing came of that he relaxed, following after Nicodemus. He was wobbling less now that the chill evening air and added injury had cleared and sharpened his mind more. Pulling his hood further back he decided despite the unpleasantness of the chill, he did need to see better so as to avoid damaging himself further.
The question of how he came to be in his sorry state caused him to inhale in frustration, thinking about that fight, "Huh," he half laughed in derision at himself. May as well tell the story, "The sort of fight that comes of a man-- normally a light drinker-- deciding to get a little drunk to drown out unpleasant things, only to find himself getting irrationally annoyed at the group of very large men at the next table over because of their noise. When negotiations failed he decided that ultimately violence would solve the problem."
Sighing, now that he had let it out, he finished with, "That should put the event in a nutshell. Much is regretted, but lesson learned at least."
He watched Nicodemus' back, more acutely aware of him now that his mind was clearing up, and waited for a response, unsure what to expect.
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Post by Nicodemus on Feb 20, 2018 8:41:14 GMT
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»Nico took a moment to to rub his cheeks, as to rid himself of his chill. He then rubbed his hands together in front of his face to warm them. He could feel the cold weighing his bones down and filling his lungs with every breath. He supposed that the healer's house would be warm, so he might be able to heat himself on the fire. He glanced up at the sky to check the weather more accurately. It seemed that the snow hadn't gotten any lighter and his hair was covered with snow that he had to shake off. It would have been detrimental to his health if he had left it melt there as he would be susceptible to illness and that was something Nicodemus hated dealing with.
He listened with an attentive ear as Salamander told him how he had ended up with the injuries. He slowed his walk until he was in step with the stranger before he replied. "I am not commend you actions but learning from your actions is respectable. I supposed you won't go punching any loud men with a group around him anymore?" his voice wasn't condescending but it hinted at his slight amusement. Human's fought about such silly things, but it was the sign of a smart man to admit his own mistakes. Nico began to shudder, a barely visible movement that he refused to acknowledge. He could feel that sleet had made its way into his boots and leaching all of his body heat to make water that would soak his entire foot.
He took a longer stride, trying to quietly encourage a quicker pace. "The healer shouldn't be too far."
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Post by Salamander Johnson on Feb 20, 2018 19:16:17 GMT
Salamander wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or not about the somewhat backhanded compliment. He noted the other's amusement, which rubbed him the wrong way. But on thinking about it, he really wasn't in the mood to get testy. He had seen what that had lead to once tonight already.
A large snowflake smacked into his good eye and he rubbed at it a moment before realizing Nicodemus had lengthened his stride. Picking up his pace, he struggled to keep up. He certainly hoped they didn't have further to go, keeping a fast pace was taxing on his groaning muscles.
"Weeeellll," he said awkwardly in reply to the last bit, "It will depend on the situation, such as if they're harassing someone who can't fight back, and no one else is stepping in. I'll prolly get beat up again, but..," he was about to say "Story of my life" but thought better of it. Despite not wanting to bother being annoyed tonight he did find himself feeling somewhat condescended to by Nicodemus. Something about the man's attitude, or maybe...
Ug, he was getting paranoid and angry about nothing. Calm down, you're still drunk Salamander, making mountains of molehills.
Too long a space of time had passed after he paused, and he found himself floundering over whether to finish that sentence somehow, or remain quiet.
With his lungs beginning to hurt from the combination of cold, bruising, and the pace, he found himself occupied with just breathing. He wasn't gasping yet, but he soon would be. He had been wandering for some time through the city as it was. He hadn't meant to wander aimlessly, but somewhere along the way he had lost track of where he was precisely.
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