Daubeny Family/Aeron/Out of Time
Roleplay from Aeron Daubeny Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (32 recipients) - 11 days, 22 hours, 10 minutes ago Out of Time
Aeron made his way through the war camp in Knyazes, he ignored all offers to share a drink. They were celebrating but Aeron couldn't... wouldn't. He eventually reached the section of the camp where the Oso and Guards of the Wind stayed. He looked approached a soldier "Where's the Marshal's tent?" Aeron was directed closer to the center of the camp and he nodded his thanks. He reached Haide's tent and approached the entry flap.
He nodded respectfully to the two guards by the tent's entrance. "Warden Aeron here to see the Marshal, it's urgent."
Roleplay from Haide Osoro Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (32 recipients) - 11 days, 21 hours, 49 minutes ago Out of Time
”Oh, f^ck!” Haide exclaims in surprise, very nearly throwing her piece of charcoal across the tent. She’s never had an official visitor as Marshal before and somehow wasn’t expecting it to happen… ever.
Hopefully it’s not someone she’s pissed off lately, and if it is, hopefully they’re not really f^cking tall, because she’s not anywhere near drunk enough to get stabbed yet.
Frantically, she wipes the black dust from her hands onto her pants and climbs to her feet, trying to make herself look somewhat presentable. Tucking in her shirt, she calls to the guards who Nalaya insists she keeps at the entrance, “Who is it, sir?!”
While she waits for a response, Haide looks over the many, many old military reports littering the floor. “F^cking f^ck…”
Woof! Pepper cusses in agreement, thumping his ginormously disproportional tail around like a f^cking baton.
”I know, I know…” She’d finished all her work for the evening and was doing her favorite non-Nalaya-related activity: doodling dumb caricatures all over everything. Considering some may or may not be depictions of how she imagines the nobles she’s never met but has been bickering with, they likely aren’t ideal for other eyes.
Quickly, Haide stoops to snatch all the parchments up, rushing around the space to get them all.
”…It’s Warden Aeron, Marshal,” a guard replies finally.
”Oh,” Haide says, stopping what she’s doing, arms full of doodles. She exhales a breath as her shoulders relax again, dropping the parchments onto her bedroll. With a relieved smile, she chimes, “He can come in!”
Roleplay from Aeron Daubeny Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (32 recipients) - 11 days, 12 hours ago Out of Time
The guards let Aeron enter and the Warden gave a small smile to the pair and entered the tent. He glanced around the room and noticed the dog that was sat in the tent. Aeron let a small smile cross his face and pulled his hood down. "Never took you for a pet person."
He looked like hell, his appearance was a grim mimicry of the joyous young knight that Haide had know. His skin was almost an ash grey, his eyes were a blazing vibrant orange, but despite the color in his eyes there seemed to be something missing in them, the gaze behind them seemed hollow. He had obvious not been sleepy based on the bags beneath his eyes.
His black hair had a noticeable strip of white like he had partly aged. He stepped forward and glanced around noticing the bundle of doodles on Haide's bedroll. "Still drawing? Looks like you've been busy." His voice had not changed much, though there seemed to almost be a cold tone behind his words. "It's been a while, so much has changed since we last got to talk."
He paused and seemed to shake for a moment before he let out a gasp of pain, clutching as his chest as his veins pulsed a sickly black. His head snapped back and he hissed in pain as his the whites of his eyes became a abyssal black. He coughed and shook his head, he sighed and stood as the pulsing in his veins stopped, his eyes appeared "normal" again.
"S-sorry, I... I am fine....we need to talk."
Roleplay from Haide Osoro Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (32 recipients) - 11 days, 10 hours, 51 minutes ago Out of Time
Haide takes in Aeron’s appearance, her brow crinkling in concern. Put bluntly, he looks like sh^t. Nothing like the man she met before Caly’s wedding at the Academy in Itau. Surely it hasn’t been long enough for… whatever f^cking happened with his face to have happened.
”Um, you should sit down,” she says hesitantly, unsure if that’s what’s best. She, hurries to retrieve a chair from her desk and sets it in front of him.
Once he slumps down into it and Haide can see his face better, she repeats her astute observation out loud. “Holy f^ck, you look like sh^t, Aeron.”
She quickly races back across the room to pour him a glass of his own rum. Pepper barks happily at her fast movements and galumphs after her, his tail leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
“F^ck, Pepper!” she exclaims as she dances over his nips at her heels on the return trip to Aeron. She pushes the rum into the Warden’s hands, lights the top on fire as she knows she’s meant to do, and then immediately blows it out. “Drink. Uh, please.”
Haide gets herself rum too and then flops down on the only other seating option, her bed roll. Sitting cross legged, she blows out her own fire rum and takes a ginormous gulp. “I like pets that aren’t f^cking menaces,” she says pointedly to Pepper in response to Aeron’s observation as she holds her rum high and away from a curious sniffing nose. Then her eyes drop to her drawings and she quickly slides them under her covers. “Uhhhh… ignore those.”
Finally, she takes another big sip and looks up at the husk that used to be Aeron. Worry knits her brows together once more as she asks, “What’s wrong?”
Roleplay from Aeron Daubeny Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (34 recipients) - 11 days, 2 hours, 37 minutes ago Out of Time
Aeron looked away from Haide, trying not to loook at her worried eyes. “I feel like sh^t too. Can’t sleep anymore, just wake up again screaming from the nightmares.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Whatever I did to myself in Kynazes isn’t going away. I thought it would be a temporary thing but…it hurts, like my body is trying to tear itself apart with every waking moment.”
Almost to drive the point home his veins pulsed black and Haide could notice small almost imperceptible arcs of a greasy black lightning run up the young man’s body.
Aeron for his part didn’t make a noise merely lowering his head for a moment, he sighed again as the pain subsided and pulsing stopped, tears had begun to form in his eyes.
He gulped down the last of his drink and answered her question. “It hurts Haide, not just the pain but the feeling, everyday I find it harder to be my old self, to be happy and to smile. After all that’s happened I admit it.”
Aeron looked back to Haide, tears beginning to run down his cheeks “I am scared. I truly don’t know how much of me is left in me. I am so scared that one day I will just wake up and be gone.” He wiped his tears, shaking his head as he breathed a deep breath.
”It doesn’t matter, nor now. This wasn’t what I was here to talk about…so I must ask. This isn’t about the Plague but…do you want the bad news or the worse news.”
Roleplay from Haide Osoro Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (33 recipients) - 7 days, 17 hours, 47 minutes ago Out of Time
Haide studies Aeron as he speaks, noticing—of course she notices, it’s hard to miss—his twitching with pain as blackness momentarily pumps through his veins. It hurts her heart.
When she sees the tears, she steels her own facial expression. Not because she doesn’t care, the opposite. She knows how much she hates having to look at other people’s sad faces when she knows that she caused them, and she won’t add that to Aeron’s burdens.
Instead, Haide pushes back up to her feet and retrieved a full bottle of rum. “I don’t know why the f^ck I thought we wouldn’t need this,” she mumbles wryly. She refills both of their glasses, lights them both on fire, and sinks back down on the bed roll.
Only once she blows out the fire and takes another big swallow does she let herself exhale. “…You’re not alone, alright? Whatever the f^ck it is, even if it’s something you’ve done. We’ll get through it together. Alright?”
Truthfully, it’s hard for her not to have some apprehension. With her captain—no, father, she needs to change that. With her father’s recent crimes using dark magic still so fresh in her mind, a large part of her wants to scream at Aeron. Find out what the f^ck was he thinking, did he meet her cap— father, did he get the book from him, did he tell Aeron how to use it? The timing seems too dead-on to be a coincidence…
…But then again, the world is a small place. Maybe that’s all it is.
Little Pepper—her dumbass puppy with black paws and ears and tail all too big for his wiggly, speckled body—galumphs over to Aeron and sniffs at Aeron’s boots. Unapologetically, the pup flops onto his side and begins chewing at the toe of Aeron’s shoe with teeny razor sharp teeth.
Haide snorts in amusement and glances up to evaluate Aeron’s face. If he doesn’t like it, she’ll scoop the little menace off. But Pepper has been a big help to her. Maybe he’ll help Aeron too.
“Tell me from the beginning,” she asks finally. “Please.”
