2017-05-17: Not For Your Eyes Only
- Log: Not For Your Eyes Only
- Cast: Sephilia Lampbright, Ethius Hesiod
- Where: Adlehyde - Starfall Saloon
- Date: May 17th, 2017
- Summary: A dangerous-looking man tries to take Sephilia's journal from her, all over one of her friends! What a meanie-head!! Tell him off, Sephy!
<Pose Tracker> Sephilia Lampbright has posed.
Sephilia is sitting at a booth in the saloon, stitching carefully at Chauncey, working on repairing some more of the damage he sustained recently--he's already been patched up, sure, but she's going to make sure it's as good a patch as she can.
"This is the thread Riese gave me, Chauncey," she says. "Does it feel good?"
<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.
Sephilia Lampbright has had an incredible journey through Filgaia. The young woman has made a lot of fond memories with a great many people already, even this far from her home. There are many challenges that yet await, but so long as she has the assurances of her friends, and the wonderful experiences of all her travels so far... between Lord Chauncey and herself, this journey may yet find more fun awaiting in the corners of the continent... and beyond.
A growing shadow is cast over her as she goes to work on her treasured companion. It's not pleasant to experience. Whoever, or whatever, is standing before her where she's seated seems to be standing in such a way that there is no light from the outside to shine upon her - instead creating an outline around the figure in question.
"Excuse me." That voice. That even, sort of deadpan voice, the one that belonged to--
"May I sit with you, Miss Sephilia?" So asks that creepy white-haired man whose face is half-masked by a yellow bandanna, looking down upon her with those practically expression-less eyes. His hands are folded behind his back - he looks kinda like some official soldier guy trying to talk to someone, and not... a vagrant.
<Pose Tracker> Sephilia Lampbright has posed.
Sephilia's face sours. "If you must," she says. "I thought you weren't...interested in being friendly.
<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.
"Your invitation is most appreciated." Strange, he sure doesn't sound any more appreciative, or... friendlier, as he sets himself inside the booth. And yet, the present angle he sits at... blocks out plenty of the surrounding light, as he brings one of his hands to the side of his head that faces out to the rest of the saloon.
"I did not mean to eavesdrop." Something about those words don't seem too trustworthy, for their lack of... apologetic tone? "Did I overhear you speak of one Miss Riese?"
He faces back every so often to the rest of the gathered at the saloon, like he had his eye on something else beyond the red-headed young lady he's speaking to.
<Pose Tracker> Sephilia Lampbright has posed.
"You may not have meant to eavesdrop but you sure did," Sephy says sourly. "I did mention her, yes. She's my friend. Do you know that word? Friend? It means someone you trust and like being around. You should try it sometime. With someone else. Someone not me." Sephy's sassy tonight! The cuteness is probably still in there somewhere, but this guy...he bugs her, he rubs her the wrong way, she doesn't trust him and he almost certainly has an ulterior motive.
<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.
Unflincingly, the mysterious stranger weathers the sass without apparent external invitation. His body language is... almost nonexistent. People are not this reserved. If he weren't speaking to her, it would be uncertain if he had actually heard anything about it. He appears to comprehend none of her distaste for him.
"I would suggest not speaking too loudly, Miss Sephilia." Is he scolding her? He's not her dad. He's not even a constable. He looks a whole lot like some kind of outlaw, though, why else would he hide his face?
"I understand you enjoy documenting every experience you make out in your journey, if our time together in Lahan were indicative of such."
<Pose Tracker> Sephilia Lampbright has posed.
"I didn't put you in my journal, if that's what you mean." Sephilia frowns. "But yeah, I keep a journal, just like my Dad on his adventures. Which is none of your business, since I agreed that I wouldn't put you in it."
<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.
"I am thankful you have heeded my request." He closes his eyes for a moment, before sharply looking off to the side again. Someone stumbles by - a drunkard - but their nearby staggering is both the beginning and ending of their interaction with these two. His gaze, that unnerving gaze, falls back upon the dollmaster.
"I must be forward, Miss Sephilia." His other hand opens up, palm facing upward, as it rests upon the table. "It concerns Miss Riese. To this end... I cannot say." Oh, that's trustworthy, totally, completely, trustworthy. Talking about her friend. He's hiding something, but what, and why? Does he really think that he'll get cooperation from her, whatever it is, when he's asked to be excluded from her wonderful memories of truly great, and amazing friends?
"Please relinquish your journal to me at once. Otherwise--"
Otherwise, what? Is he about to transition into a threat? If he is, it doesn't reflect in his body language at all - there's nothing to follow, nothing to track.
<Pose Tracker> Sephilia Lampbright has posed.
"I think you can leave now," Sephilia says firmly. "I may look like I'm young, but I'm not a kid, and I'm not going to give you my journal just because you threaten me. I've faced scarier people than you."
<Pose Tracker> Ethius Hesiod has posed.
"Miss Sephilia," Ethius loses no vocal stride when he's cut off and interrupted by her flat request that he leave, "you are mis--"
"You remember our deal?" Comes one of the burlier saloon workers. Someone who ought to be a bouncer, not caught behind a counter doing drinks. Well, today, this someone feels like being a bouncer. "You don't come loitering in here without buying a drink, mister."
"In due time." Ethius attempts to reassure, but that tone of voice his... not reassuring. Not much of anything, really. "I have business wi--"
"You're bothering one of my favorite customers." The worker interrupts. Sephilia leaves such an effect on a lot of people she meets - charming, likeable, friendly. Even the sight of her being agitated and uncomfortable moves even acquaintances into action on her behalf.
"I assure you, my intent i--"
"You here for the rumors, you come back after she's done," the saloon worker grabs the six foot-tall man effortlessly by his upper arm. Said upper arm is yanked out of their grasp - Ethius doesn't seem keen on being removed by a power play. Whatever his reasons...
"I must insist. This is no game, Miss-"
"Out!" Burly worker gives a nice, hard shove, and right out the door Ethius finds himself thrown. "Sorry about that, Miss Sephilia!" The burly worker laughs. "Right creep, that guy. Hell if I know why we still let him in. He buys a drink, never drinks it... he rents a room, half the time he's not even there overnight... ahhh, let me get you a snack as my apology for not stopping him before, on the house!"
Yay, free treat for Sephilia! And the creepy man doesn't come back to bother her!
<Pose Tracker> Sephilia Lampbright has posed.
Sephilia frowns, looking upset. "Thank you," she tells the worker. "I think...I think I better head back to my lodgings soon, too. I don't want to meet any other...undesirables."