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kore_logs2013-04-23 10:56 pm
burnburnburn) wrote in kore_logs2013-04-23 10:56 pm
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Meet the Roomie!
Who: Dilandau Albatou and Ruby
What: Dilandau took a chance to crash in an abandoned house. Unfortunately for him, the original owner is back and isn't as weak as her womanly belongings suggested
Where: House 15
When: The morning of day 64
Warnings: TBA
Dilandau had had few qualms about breaking an entering as the sun set on his first night. He had no intention about sleeping outside if he could secure a roof over his head, so he targeted the quietest house he could find.
From the looks of what he found inside, a woman had lived alone there recently, but wasn't at home. That had suited Dilandau fine, as a woman would be easier to intimidate into acquiescence.
He'd expected her back before the end of the next day, but when she hadn't appeared he'd taken the liberty of helping himself to the contents of her room. Her pillows were now his, as was the mirror and some bathroom products to help him deal with the beard he'd never been able to grow before. The kitchen cupboards had been ransacked for meals and he'd helped himself to the disgusting but effective alcohol in one of the baths.
The second dawn rose to find Dilandau sitting on his bed, lost in thought. His armoured jacket was disassembled across the floor so he could thoroughly clean it and his boots were waiting to be polished, but he was completely distracted by the diadem in his hands.
This wasn't his. It was a close copy, but there were subtle differences. The jewel in the centre was slightly narrower than it should have been and the gold band extended a fraction further past his ears. Somewhere in those missing months when his hair had grown out someone had replaced his most prized possessions.
He was so lost in thought that he'd let his normal awareness of his surroundings slip completely.
What: Dilandau took a chance to crash in an abandoned house. Unfortunately for him, the original owner is back and isn't as weak as her womanly belongings suggested
Where: House 15
When: The morning of day 64
Warnings: TBA
Dilandau had had few qualms about breaking an entering as the sun set on his first night. He had no intention about sleeping outside if he could secure a roof over his head, so he targeted the quietest house he could find.
From the looks of what he found inside, a woman had lived alone there recently, but wasn't at home. That had suited Dilandau fine, as a woman would be easier to intimidate into acquiescence.
He'd expected her back before the end of the next day, but when she hadn't appeared he'd taken the liberty of helping himself to the contents of her room. Her pillows were now his, as was the mirror and some bathroom products to help him deal with the beard he'd never been able to grow before. The kitchen cupboards had been ransacked for meals and he'd helped himself to the disgusting but effective alcohol in one of the baths.
The second dawn rose to find Dilandau sitting on his bed, lost in thought. His armoured jacket was disassembled across the floor so he could thoroughly clean it and his boots were waiting to be polished, but he was completely distracted by the diadem in his hands.
This wasn't his. It was a close copy, but there were subtle differences. The jewel in the centre was slightly narrower than it should have been and the gold band extended a fraction further past his ears. Somewhere in those missing months when his hair had grown out someone had replaced his most prized possessions.
He was so lost in thought that he'd let his normal awareness of his surroundings slip completely.
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When she entered, there were signs that someone had been there. Wallie, maybe? One of the others?
"Hello?" Maybe Gwydion had come by to check on what she'd been cooking in the smaller of the two bathrooms. "Anyone here?"
She wasn't stupid, though. There were a few people here she didn't trust and more than a few things this place could throw at her. She grabbed a steak knife from the kitchen before proceeding into the hallway.
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He drew his sword and sauntered out barefooted to the top of the stairs to look down at his new housemaid.
"So you're alive. I was starting to think I'd found that dead woman's house." He smirked at the blade in her hands, unintimidated by the sight.
"I'm not going to kill or rape you, so put the knife down before you hurt yourself."
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In the blink of an eye, she was standing right in front of him at the top of the stairs. "Maybe you should put your sword down and get out of my house before I accidentally kill or rape you, though."
It's mostly a bluff, but she's not afraid to hurt him, not if it's to defend herself.
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When she failed to do more than threaten him he shot her a toothy grin, as if he wasn't balancing on the balls of his feet and cursing internally at being foolish enough to disassemble his armour.
"Your house? Don't be greedy with what you've stolen; you broke in to an abandoned building just like me."
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"You'd better not have been sleeping in my bed." She moved past him to the master bedroom, keeping an ear open for any movement from him behind her.
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"Those weren't threats, they were reassurances. Not that you need them, it seems."
He hung back in the doorway as she went in, making a small noise of disdain at the question.
"I've got no interest in your bed, woman. The room at the end of the hallway suited me better." He decided not to mention all the belongings he'd requisitioned. If she cared, she could negotiate for their return.
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She could tell that she was going to need to install a padlock on her door.
"You didn't touch the alcohol in the second bathroom, did you? I'm trying my hand at bootlegging, since our supplies are pretty low." A pause. "Or if you did, are you going blind?"
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"I can still see. If there's any grapes growing around here use them for your next batch, that stuff is disgusting."
It seemed she wasn't as fierce as she first acted, so he let his guard down a little and leaned the point of sword on the floor.
"What are you? And what's your name?"
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She shook her head with a smile and walked into her room. Where things were missing. Why were things missing?
"And you're going to give me back all of my stuff if you want to keep being able to see."
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Evasive answers like that were a good part of the reason he needed that drink. He grimaced, unamused by her avoidance.
"I'm Dilandau and I'm a soldier. You can have the mirror back once I'm finished with it."
He spun on his heel and walked back to his room, intending to lock it before she came and disturbed the careful arrangements he'd made.