Alcoholic Behavior (Fayne)

[CAPTAIN MARQUIS]

‘Ugh, where am I?’ He wasn’t exactly sure, something that in all honesty wasn’t surprising. Marquis couldn’t recall the last time he woke up in an otherwise recognizable location (of course he couldn’t recall next to anything at the moment but that wasn’t the point). ‘Alright, I admit it. I might have had too much to drink last night.’ Though an understatement it did bring up an interesting question, ‘What DID I drink?’ Needless to say Marquis didn’t know the answer to that question either. “I don’t know anything!” The pirate whined, as he slowly began to collect himself. ‘What day was it?’ He couldn’t recall, ‘Where’s my crew?’ Another mystery, “WHERE are my trousers?” Hopefully he’ll find the answer to that question sooner rather than later. Marquis then proceeded to spend the next few minutes (half an hour) looking for his trousers and other assorted clothing.

“I’m not even going to ask why I was sleeping in a stable...” Nor was he going to ask why that goat refused to look him in the eye. He was just going to leave now before things got worse. Unfortunately for him Marquis only managed to locate his trousers, boots, belt and trusty deer antler knife. In other to save his sanity he wasn’t even going to try and recall how he managed to lose his sword, guns and the various other things Marquis kept on his person (like a shirt). Instead Marquis began walking (stumbling) down to the nearby brook. It wasn’t long before Marquis recognized the location as Greykeep a military fort used to house and relocate refugees. Was he smuggling something into the fort? Marquis couldn’t think of any other reason he would be this far inland.

Finally Marquis made his way to the brook. After collapsing to his knees Marquis bent over the side and immediately started vomiting. In his defense vomiting wasn’t the reason he came to the brook (he actually respected aquatic life long as they didn’t try to eat him or were smart enough to possess comprehensive thought) Marquis actually wanted to wash his face off and take a sip. Nature had other plans and so here he was vomiting in the brook. After seemingly forever Marquis finally stopped and fell back onto his rear. “Ugh, when you wake up the next morning still drunk that’s when you know you’re an alcoholic.” Normally he didn’t drink so much. Alright this occurred at least twice a week though like always Marquis never could remember why he drinks himself into such a state.

Now incredibly thirsty even more so than before Marquis’ gaze returned down towards the water. While moving his vomit was still very much in the same spot. If he wasn’t so hungover he might have felt a bit proud at having drank so much and having not died. “If you could call this living...” He could of course move upstream but that would mean he’d have to get up, and that just wasn’t about to happen. So he did the next best thing. Marquis did the only logical decision. He unscrewed the top on his canteen and began chugging additional alcohol. Grog to be specific.

[FAYNE UNDARIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top] NOTES! ...Fayne totes thinks Marquis has been robbed. or worse. whoops. WORDS! 968 TAGS! captain marquis esperanza CREDITS! made by nico @ btn

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Eyes wide as she stared around with no attempts to hide her rather visible gaping, Fayne resisted the urge to spin in a circle and complete the image of gob smacked tourist. Oblivious to the stares she was receiving as she continued gaping open mouthed at the magnificent structure in front of her, Fayne clasped her hands in front of her chest.

A few passersby shot her queer looks, others jostling her in their attempts to get somewhere in a hurry but Fayne paid them no mind besides flinching back a few steps. It was only when one particular hurried man bumped into her and nearly sent her to the ground did she finally begin to pay more attention to her surroundings, righting her dress—a pale off blue that she’d finally managed to remember to bring to the surface after her third or so try. Really it was strange how surface dwellers reacted when she came out of the water as she was—one man had not stopped staring at her for quite a long time until another—his companion perhaps?--had offered his cloak. Still, strange aversion that the surface dwellers had against their bodies aside, they did build beautiful buildings.

Perhaps it was quick judgment (she had after all, not yet visited the lands of the elves, dragons or giants and this was in fact, merely her 10th trip the surface—3rd, if you counted anywhere other than the shore of the lake) but Fayne felt it was a just one none the less. Really—the walls were so massive! How did they manage to keep it upright with only air for support? Tottering back a few steps so she could properly take in the mammoth walls of the fort, Fayne shook her head in awe.

Another close call had her sending her eyes back onto the path, though she did her best to shy away from the movements of the jostling crowd. There were so many people here! All in different shades of dress—it was amazing! Remarkable, just like in one of her scrolls! Some were in uniform (guards?) others in fine fabrics (nobles perhaps? why just look at that woman—what a vibrant shade of green!) and more yet in dirty rags (that one of course ,made her heart ache for so many of them looked so very sad) and oh my—what was wrong with that man?

Delicate features crinkling in worry as she watched one figure (a man—though it was somewhat hard to tell as he did not have a beard from what she could see) stumble out of a stable, Fayne stopped midstep. Hands rising to clasp themselves in front of her chest, the young undine cocked her head, mouth parting in concern. “I—“ He certainly looked dreadful enough. Why he had—had even forgotten his…oh what was the word—dress? No, no she was wearing that? Skirt—no, no shirt! The poor man had forgotten his shirt and oh no! Perhaps he had gotten robbed?!

Surface dwellers after all, did have such an attachment to their clothing (though, truth be told, Fayne much preferred it without as they did get so dreadfully heavy when she went back into the water). Yes, that had to be the only explanation! But why—why was no one offering to help him? Watching conflicted as man and woman alike ignored the man’s presence as he stumbled out of the main walls, Fayne struggled with herself before her features set.

Well—well she wasn’t going to be like them, now was she?! No—no, the man looked just so positively dreadful and oh dear, by the lake, what if he got robbed again?! In almost a full on panic, Fayne wasted no time in pulling herself away from the crowd, following the stumbling man as best she could while dodging passerby. “I—pardon—“ Oh by the Lake why did her voice have to be so quiet?! Why it sounded more like a squeak than anything!

Fighting the urge to heave a sigh of relief as the man finally stopped at a nearby brook, Fayne clasped a hand to her chest in an order to regain her breath only to make a noise of concern as she watched man begin to upheave his stomach into the pure water.

Torn between feeling concern for the vomiting figure and the water (it after all, had been such a pretty clear color before his vomit had….well, colored it, Fayne wavered uncertainly before picking up her courage and moving forward. Raising her voice just as the man took a sip of something from his belt—water perhaps? though it did smell quite funny—Fayne gulped and then mustered her courage. “I—I--Pardon me, a-are you alright?” Oh by the lake who was she kidding! Of course he wasn’t! He’d just been vomiting in the lake and had had his shirt stolen and oh gosh what if something else had happened—the novels she had read after all, said horrible things happened after robberies. It mostly tended to happen to the heroine but well, Fayne thought as she eyed the man with concern, the man was good looking enough. Had he been….been Harassed as well?! Oh by the lake! Blanching further, Fayne shook her head and then pressed on. “You—you, I er—I is there anything I can do help? I mean—I mean have you been robbed or--or…” trailing off, Fayne paled again before whispering, “….v-v-violated? I have some…I know some friends who might be able to b-bring them to justice?”

Lachlan after all, would most likely help! He had been such a nice man—if a bit gruff—but she was sure if she explained what happened he would help this fellow!

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[CAPTAIN MARQUIS]

Before he knew what was going on Marquis was once again perched over the brooch vomiting. Alright so perhaps attempting to sober up with alcohol was a poor life decision. There was literally nothing else at this point that Marquis could have expelled from his stomach. “Ugh...” Collapsing back onto the ground, Marquis released a low groan as he slowly curled into the fetal position. It was a miracle he wasn’t dead yet alone conscious. “I-I think I’ll just lie here for awhile.” He didn’t even bother vowing to never drink again; after all he’d just break said vow within’ the hour. All he wanted to do was sleep, unfortunately for him his body wouldn’t allow it. Despite his relative inability to do anything remotely productive his senses were still very much aware (or at least aware enough to notice when someone was leering over him).

Ugh, what did they want? Couldn’t they see he wanted to be alone? Cracking open the eye that wasn’t pressed up against the dirt Marquis looked up at the stranger. It was a woman that much was certain; though something seemed off about her, he wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the sun shining on her but the woman was incredibly pale. Her complexion was so pale had she not said anything he might have simply took her for a marble statuette. The more his lazily opened eye examined her the more Marquis found himself confused. Pale skin, almost completely white hair not to mention the white attire she was wearing. There was only one thing she could be, “Are you an angel?” Yeah he was still drunk. “Oh gods I really did die! No I’m too young to die not to mention handsome!” Grabbing hold of her ankles in distress Marquis buried his face into the dirt in front of her.

“Mercy oh omnipotent one! I’ll change my piracy ways just give me another chance!” Perhaps the dehydration was getting to him but Marquis was completely delirious at the moment. “I promise I’ll never steal again I’ll even return everything I already stole! I’ll go to every girl I wrongfully deflowered and ask for forgiveness just don’t let me die here!” If there was one good thing about this situation it was that odds are he wouldn’t remember it ever happening come tomorrow.

[FAYNE UNDARIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top] NOTES! Fayne's observation skills are fail WORDS! ### TAGS! captain marquis esperanza CREDITS! made by nico @ btn

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Oh—oh the poor man! Was he vomiting some more?! Hovering awkwardly around the man while trying not to impede too much on his personal space (she had after all, read that surface dwellers had a strange aversion to being too close to another, though with the way their houses were situated Fayne did not think they had that much room to complain), Fayne fluttered about, feeling rather like a loose string. Oh—oh what was she supposed to do in a situation like this? Should—should she offer her hand? And oh—oh dear, he hadn’t responded to her query about his…his…er…violation, or lack thereof—and did that mean…did that mean—

Face blanching anew, Fayne gulped before giving the sorry looking man her most sympathetic look. Oh—oh the poor man! Robbed and then...then…violated—and oh, he must surely be having a very bad morning. That meant, that meant that it was her duty to make it better then, yes? Oh she had to get in touch with Lachlan and see justice done to whatever horrible person had attempted to deflower the poor man in front of her and—

Lost in her frantic musings, Fayne nearly missed the man beginning to babble. Almost, but not quite. It was after all quite hard to miss something when one’s ankles were being grabbed. Struggling to keep her balance and only keeping it after windmilling her arms for a few seconds, Fayne blinked down at the stranger, face warring between pink and bleach white, embarrassed and sympathetic. Still, he did—did have quite a strong grip. But—but if holding onto her ankles gave the poor man some comfort then—then—Fayne gulped. Then so be it! She could, she could make a sacrifice for the greater good!

Even if, she thought with a barely suppressed giggle, her ankles were quite ticklish. “I—I pardon ,but, but I do not think you’re dead.” Unless of course he was a ghost. Freezing momentarily, Fayne paused, lips pursing before she leaned down slightly. Resisting the urge to crinkle her nose (the man after all, did have quite a foul smell—vomit and something other she could not name) Fayne peered down her nose at him, a bit of an awkward angle considering how the blonde was still clasped around her ankles. He did…he did not seem like a ghost. But then again…Lachlan had thought her one so perhaps ghosts look like both undine and surface dwellers? Cocking her head slightly, she paused before frowning. No—no he did not look very dead. And all her scrolls had said that ghosts were incorporeal—meaning that they could not touch. And he was well, touching. Er..grabbing really but—it was—he was—he was solid. Very, very solid. Nodding to herself and pleased with her conclusions, Fayne paused before her brow furrowed slightly. “Piracy---what---“ Jaw snapping shut slightly, Fayne felt her cheeks begin to redden as the man went on and on. Deflowered? Wrongfully?! Oh my he wasn’t the one who’d been violated—he was—he was the violator!! Mouth working quietly, Fayne gulped. Cheeks cherry red, as she attempted to take a step back, Fayne all but forgot about the man’s arms wrapped around her ankles.

Unfortunately, she got the memo quite quickly when she fell flat on her back with a pained oomph. And oh—oh my---this was rather—this was rather embarrassing wasn’t it? “I—I pardon---you’re very much alive and oh—oh by the lake—if you would not—if you would not mind I would very much appreciate it if you would let go as I am not an angel—whatever—whatever that is and-- and oh—ohh!” Sputtering for words because oh why--why did she have to be so ticklish there?!--, Fayne finally gulped and then let out a tiny squeak, feeling very much out of place. “Er—er l-let go. Please?”

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[CAPTAIN MARQUIS]

Wait, he wasn’t dead; well that was perhaps the best news he received all day (and considering the day was just beginning despite having woken up naked in a stable the day was looking up)! His relief was short lived however once he realized particular thing. He was grabbing some random woman by the ankles. Color immediately drained from his face as the now sober (or as sober as he ever could be) pirate quickly released the pale girl from his death grip. While this particular position wasn’t anything new to Marquis (between women's legs) he wasn’t exactly sure he had the energy to escape the city watch (after she surely starts screaming rape). “I-I apologize. I was stricken by madness for a spell. I feel better now though.” Hopefully she’d understand or at the very least not scream (he didn’t have his knife and didn’t very much feel like strangling the poor girl at least before lunch).

Quickly shambling to his feet, Marquis moaned softly as his head began to pound; a sign that he was moving far too quickly. Once the nausea passed Marquis extended his towards his newfound companion. “Allow me to help you miss...uh.” He wasn’t exactly sure what her name was, actually now that he thought about it what was she doing here? ‘Undine...’ A voice within’ his head drawled. He didn’t like Undine, in fact while he was accepting to pretty much every radical idea (that didn’t involve him losing money), species or tyrannical ruler the one thing Marquis Julius Esperanza could not under any circumstance tolerate were Undine. Their kind created the curse that currently afflicts him, more importantly they refused to lift it unless he returned the black crown! Like he would do such a thing! Needless to say the Undine that provided him with such an unsatisfactory answer were now decorating various places on his flagship the Mona Lisa.

Suddenly an insidious idea formed in his head, creating a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. Why he's heard many a story about sirens and their ability to bewitch sailors at sea. Their voice was like honey, drawing sailors in to their untimely demise. Just think of the possibilities! His own personal siren. He could use her to bring the prey to him no longer did they have to risk life and limb chasing down merchant ships, treasure would be ripe for the taking as the crew would be too busy being mesmerized by her. Oh what a splendid plan, a splendid plan indeed! Still how would he go about convincing her to join him? The only snag in his plan. The ship was too far away (he actually had no idea where it was) for him to simply kidnap her. He would have to be smart about this lest he lose a valuable...asset.

Crouching down, Marquis once again offer her his hand for her to take. “My name is Marquis Esperanza. It is a pleasure.” Whether or not she wanted his ‘help’ was irrelevant she would receive it anyway. Grabbing hold of her hand Marquis noticed just how small it was (in fact she in general was small compared to him) and soft; a stark difference to his large calloused ones. Dipping down, he even offered her a chaste kiss on her knuckles for good measure; and before she could respond (or perhaps she did and he simply wasn’t listening) Marquis returned to his feet pulling the small Undine girl up with him.

By the seven she was pale! It was almost eerie. If she was any lighter Marquis could quite literally probably see right through her! Taking note that he didn’t release her hand (he wanted to test her reaction towards physical contact) Marquis offered her a weak smile but said nothing else. Instead he took a moment to wonder what an Undine woman’s...nether regions would smell like. Would it be fish? Marquis couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

[FAYNE UNDARIA]

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Fighting the urge to sigh in relief as the man finally released her ankles, Fayne settled for an unsteady nod instead, head bobbing uncertainly and all but oblivious to the way it sent leaves twisting into her hair. All but frozen in a mix of mortified embarrassment, an attempt not to laugh from the vestiges of the tickling sensation on her ankles and pure relief, Fayne could only stare wide eyed at the man as he quickly shambled to his feet. “I—I—er—“ Oh speak Fayne speak! Come on, you could do it! Cheeks rapidly turning red as she realized she was doing nothing but staring at the man like a dead-eyed fish, --and oh dear what was the creature doing?

Brow furrowing slightly as she eyed the extended hand, Fayne slowly let her eyes drag back up to the blonde’s face, mouth parted in an uncertain ‘oh’. “I---y---you are forgiven?” Managing to get out the statement she’d tried to garble out earlier, Fayne cocked her head uncertainly to the side while propping herself up on her elbows so she was no longer back against the ground. What was he doing? He had nothing in his hand—perhaps—oh dear.

Face rapidly going white as her mind clued into the strange landwalker’s previous words (raping women and deflowering them, the philanderer!) Fayne gulped, eyes widening in concern. He wasn’t—no—no—certainly not. Perhaps it had been the sickness in his mind, yes? He had after all, replied that he was not feeling well. He—he certainly did not seem to be a—a—brigand—of all things. Still—what—what was he doing with his hand? Did he mean for her to take it?

Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth in concentration as the landwalker extended his hand once more, Fayne paused before her mouth opened in realization. Oh! Oh—he meant—oh, landwalkers were so silly! He meant for her to take his hand then! Readying her self to take the proffered limb, Fayne all but yelped as the human took matters into his own hands, grasping her hand in his before she could even make a sound of protest and oh by hte lake!

Cheeks flaming as she let out a scandalized noise as the man’s lips connected with her knuckles, Fayne could barely get out a mortified splutter as he pulled her to his feet.

“I—I---“ All coherent brain function still trying to reconfigure itself after the kiss to her knuckles, Fayne spluttered for words, eyes wide as she stared up at the not-so-sickly-anymore-human. Mouth shutting quietly as she came up short—even with half-garbled protests—Fayne gulped when it became obvious the creature was not going to release her hand. “I—I—P—Pardon—“ there—there she was getting somewhere! The landwalker had introduced himself as well—Something—something—oh dear she could not remember! Mind working for answers it couldn’t give, Fayne gulped before forcing her face into a somewhat shaky frown. “Pardon Mister Es—Esp---“ stumbling over the man’s name in her attempt to remember it, Fayne’s brow furrowed before she shook her head even whilst following unsteadily in the man’s footsteps and attempting (and failing) to work her hand free from the man’s grip. “Sir—would—would—“ Unable to force out the words ‘let go of my hand’ because by the sea that was rude, Fayne gulped before her shoulders slumped in defeat at the weak smile the man shot her. Oh dear. Perhaps—perhaps the man simply wanted to guide her back to town in thanks? Hoping weakly that was the truth—and of course it had to, of course it had too, he had after all ,helped her up even if he would not let go of her hand—Fayne sighed before following along a bit more compliantly than before, though not before giving one more aborted attempt at attempting to get the man to release her hand. “If—if you do not mind—I can—I can get back to town myself? I—I do appreciate it—but—but---perhaps you could let go of my hand? If--if you do not mind?”

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