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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 6, 2014 14:26:04 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... So she had talent! Ivan had to admit he was impressed with the girls playing, it would seem the crowd was as well when he glanced over at their faces he found them happily moving their heads to the beat of the song. Ivan would cross his arms over his chest, a smile tugging at the mans lips as he observed the crowd lose themselves in the music some had their eyes closed, others stared right at the girl clapping their hands in a slow ryth; overall the show was a success. The silver topped man would allow the woman to play the song all the way through, he himself finding a sense of peace as he leaned back against the stage he had put together for her letting his muscles relax, and letting the sound sweep into his open ears. With a deep inhale the man would lean his head back effectively raising his eyes up to the evening sky, it had already darkened the grey clouds settling but no threat of rain. Golden eyes would focus on the infinite, and deep black void that he stared at all he while catching a few rows of shining stars.
"Heh...I'm starting to settle..." he whispered to himself knowing his words would never reach the ears of any thanks to the music flushing out all other sound, lowering his eyes Ivan would shut his eyes again knowing deep down that it was time for him to leave Blaksfurd. Not for good, but for a while; he came here a wounded wolf that was nursed back to health by a kind inn keeper. In his time here he has crossed paths with many a colorful individuals, from Lelage the Inn keeper, to Ren the scrawny twig of a man, and of course Jasmin the musician that at this point commanded everyone attention with her performance. As enticing as finally settling seemed, Ivan knew he was far from earning laid back lifestyle, there was much he had to accomplish, and there was one bit of incomplete business that would always grip him no matter where he was, or what he was doing she was always in the back of his mind. The memories never stopped, and deep down a part of him didn't want them to. Despite his hatred for her, he knew that somewhere inside that deep pit of rage that always boiled over when she was around, there was something that...
Looking up as the song ended Ivan's thoughts where interrupted, the crowds cheer served only to further pull him away from the thought that had been crossing his mind moments ago. Ivan would give Jasmin a nod to approval on her performance, when it was all over he jumped onto the stage landing easily on its surface walking over to her he grabbed her wrist, and raised her hand up as if she had won something. But really it was just to get the crowd riled up, the quiet town of Blaiksfurd roared to life as the spectators, even those who had decided not to pay, and watch from afar cheered the girl on for her performance. Releasing her wrist he would nudge the girl lightly with his elbow, "...and you were nervous" he commented to her with a chuckle, "I think you've earned yourself some of Lelage's famous Ale, what do you say?" he asked her with a pair of soft golden eyes peering at the fox girl.
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Post by Jasmin Nyström on May 6, 2014 17:43:38 GMT -6
T he girl would watch as Ivan jumped on the stage not long after she had finished, blushing a bit as he pulled her arm up. Problem was with their height diference, he almost could probably hold her up by that one single arm. Even so the girl smiled nervously before lowering her arm, her ears moving a bit as she eard the mentions of her name, not to mention a few comments about how good she looked. Even so she would slowly wrap her arms around Ivan’s and shook her head “Sorry lovelies, I’m with the big guy here” she’d say, more so covering her ass in case someone decided to try and grope her.As his question hit her ears, she’d chuckle a bit “Alright but you better not get drunk on me… I don’t have the strength to drag you up the room after all” she’d say before quickly reaching behind him and jumping on his back, for a piggyback ride with a giggle. Her slender hands wrapped around him as she reached over to his ear and whispered into it “Remind me to give you a little kiss later…” she’d would smile and licked his ear softly “One Ale won’t hurt at all…” she’d smile and giggle. | |
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 6, 2014 18:29:38 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... Ivan would watch as Jasmin wrapped her slender arms around his arm, he knew why she was doing it he did after all remember how he met the girl how she had been surrounded by the three drunks. The silver haired man would not mind her clinging to him this way, if it made her feel secure then so be it when she made the announcement he nodded in agreement looking over at everyone who was eying the girl, he smirked knowing they would not dare lay a hand on her. When he suddenly felt a little extra weight on his back the man would adjust his position cradling the fox girl on his back feeling her arms wrap around his muscular figure, and her lips hover near his ears whispering into them. The man would smile giving her a nod of the head as he walked off the stage easily hopping down to the ground below holding Jasmin close on his back, his arms grabbing under her thighs to hold her weight up. "I'll see if I remember about that kiss after a few ales" he commented with a chuckle walking through the hole the crowd made for them to approach the Inn. Once inside Ivan would duck under the door frame avoiding the fact that he could hit his head or Jasmins, once inside he approached a table kneeling a bit to let her off.
Once she was he would sit on the chair opposite of hers, the warm fireplace roaring to life with the dance of the mighty flames that fed on the thick logs they where clinging to. He would raise a hand holding up two fingers, when he did a waiter walked over setting down two Ales on the table between them. Ivan would reach up for one of he Ale filled cups grabbing hold of the cup with his big hand pulling it up to his lips so he could drink the sweet dark liquid. He would let out a satisfied sigh as he leaned his head back letting his large body relax on the chair, Ivan then reached into one of the large pockets of his coat he would set down a bag of coins on the table. Ivan would push it towards Jasmin, "I paid the workers who helped us out earlier, the rest thats in there is for you...to help on the journey to find your brothers. Like I said we head out tomorrow" he explained to her as he reached for his cup again sipping from the Ale.
Ivan eyed Jasmin for a bit smiling at her, "How did it feel? To be up there performing?" he asked her curiously sipping from his Ale once more.
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Post by Jasmin Nyström on May 15, 2014 5:41:34 GMT -6
Never trust a book's cover As the sound of the coin pouch hit the table, the fox girl curiously looked over, smiling a bit "Oh, right there was that..." she'd say before reaching for the bag and checking the inside contents. Her eyes widened a bit before she would snap it to her belt so it wouldn't get stolen while they were drinking.
Ivan was already busying himself with the ale, but the girl was a bit more docile when it came to drinking, first reaching a finger out and snatching some of the foam, tasting it quickly. Wow. It was rather good, she had to admit. Even so one couldn't expect her to overdo it. Her hands wrapped around the jug and she slowly reached it to her lips, taking just a small sip.
Even so she knew that overdoing it would be a bad thing, her eyes traveling to him for a bit as she smiled. She'd take another sip before whispering "Don't drink till you pass out, ok? I can't drag you up those stairs, Ivan" she'd say before closing her eyes. Jasmin wondered if she should tell him the truth about her at some point... Maybe someday if she found it to be important. For now, she relaxed.
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Post by Ivan Sahale on May 20, 2014 22:27:42 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... "Hm?" he would say as he tilted his head to the side, the brutish man unable to hold back the chuckle that escaped his smirking lips as his mind played out the mental image of Jasmin her petite body pulling, and dragging Ivan trying her best to move him up the stairs. With a shake of the head the man raised one of his large hands waving it at her, "Don't worry, in all honesty I can handle my liquor well. I wont be passing out anytime soon from alcohol" he commented as he brought up the large glass once more, complete opposite of Jasmin he would unceremoniously drink from his glass letting the liquor wash over his taste buds. The sweet after taste that would linger over this tongue was a welcomed sensation; the large man would set the mug down he was more than halfway through with the rich dark liquid. Soon he'd have another, but for now he would converse with the fox girl figuring it best to get to know his future employer better.
"On another note..." he said with a pause before turning his attention from the table to look up at the kitsune girl, "I have to ask you something Jasmin" he would pause again as he cleared his throat doing his best to try, and put together the right words which would soon manifest in the form of his question. "...what do you plan to do after finding your brothers?" he asked her eying the woman with his sharp golden eyes, Ivan had to admit one thing being raised under his father had taught him one thing; that above all else it is the bonds you form with others, family or not that matter the most. The brutish man may have been a mad warrior who let his anger get the best of him most of the time, but he was also someone who understood the importance of bonds. It was this reason that drove him to ask her that question, he wanted to see what was the next step after finding her siblings? Was Ivan investing himself into a fools endeavor? Also, as sweet at the kitsune girl was, Ivan had to be careful about how much he trusted her, for all he knew she could be lying trying to lure him somewhere.
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