forum I won't go quietly, I'm bringin' my crown // oxo // closed

Started June 06, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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"Right over by the door, dear. There might be one near the counter, as well." Eloise said, tilting her head as she thought, before nodding. She was pretty sure there was one by the counter.

Dorian nodded his thanks and weaved through the other clothes. He made it to the counter, looking around for a moment before finding the bin and placing his clothes in it. He sighed, walking back to the two women.

"Anythin' else ya need?" Ally asked, leaning against a table to pet the cat on her shoulders easier. "Weapons was our next stop, righ'?"

Dorian shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, "I think I'm good for now. And weapons would be great."

Ally nodded, tossing him one of the bags and reaching into one of her pockets. She pulled out a wad of bills and a few copper coins, pressing them into Eloise's hands despite her refusals. "Eloise, just take the money. You need it more than I do." Not quite true, but nobody needed to know that.

It took a few minutes to convince Eloise to take the money, and then to finally get her to let them leave. Then they were on their way, this time sticking to the main street, even though all of Ally wanted to head for an alley.

Dorian stuck close to the assassin, but not too close as he noticed the way she liked personal space. He kept his head down, not wanting to get noticed by anyone.

Five minutes and a few sudden detours had them standing in a shop, that was attached to a blackmsith. It looked almost like somebody had just knocked out a wall between two attached shops, allowing two different rooms to become one large room.

"Caleb! I need a sword or somethin'!" Ally shouted to be heard over the clanging of metal from the blacksmith, the sound pausing for a moment as the large man with a hammer in hand looked over, waving to Ally before pointing to the door behind the counter made up of glass cases full of various weapons. A minute later, a young man about her age bounded out, grinning.

"Did I hear you needed a sword, Ghost? Didn't take you for the sword type!"

“Actually it’s for me,” Dorian rubbed the back of his neck before raising a hand and smiling sheepishly, “Hi.. I’m Dorian.”

"No way. What-" Caleb's words cut off at the look Ally sent him, and he raised his hands in a submissive gesture, before motioning to the case. "Er-Dorian, you're welcome to take a look at these. We've got more along the walls and in the other cases, too. Anything you're looking for specifically? Length, style, metal, anything?"

Dorian slipped his hands into his pockets, "Preferably a long sword. Something light weight and easy to use. Doesn't have to be fancy, as long as it's sharp and I can use it, that's what matters."

"You're looking over here then." Caleb slipped out from behind the counter, his gait odd as he walked over to a collection of longswords on a wall. The reason for this, was the metal prosthetic leg visible below the hem of the leg of his shorts. "Lotta longswords, take your pick, or let me know if none of them are quite right. I think Mulligan's even making one right now."

Dorian nodded, making sure not to stare at Caleb leg in fear of making him uncomfortable. There were a lot of long swords but one caught his eye. It looked to be made of a light sort of steel with a black and silver handle. He picked it up, testing the weight and smirking just a little.

Ally, who had immediately veered off to look over a selection of daggers and knives, took a moment to watch Dorian. With an eyebrow arched slightly at the smirk on his lips, she shook her head, going back to looking at the knives. "That one?"

Dorian nodded almost immediately, the smirk growing even more, "Definitely."

Ally huffed a small puff of air, the sound almost replicating a laugh. She dug around her pockets, this time not pulling out money, but a peculiar looking dagger that sent off sparks when she set it on the counter top. That smirk looks like something to watch out for.

Caleb's eyes lit up at the sight of it, but he didn't reach for it, instead slipping away to find a sheath for the sword. "That's a good one you grabbed there! Mulligan put a lot of work into making sure that one was weirdly light, for quicker movement."

Dorian hummed in agreement, "I think it's the lightest sword I've ever tried," He grinned, "It really is some amazing craftsmanship."

"Don't tell him that, or his head'll get big." Caleb said solemnly, setting a sheath and sword belt on the counter. He reached for the dagger, drawing his hand back warily as it sparked, still grinning. "You two off to go start some trouble?"

Dorian smirked again, "You could say that. There's some business we need to attend to, that's all."

Ally snorted, drawing her gaze from Dorian once more to look at Caleb, filing away her slight wariness at that smirk for a bit. "And that business involves causing trouble. You know how it is."

"Don't I. You've been causing trouble since I first met you." Caleb shook his head with a laugh, looking over at Dorian. "She was breaking into some merchant's house to steal his dog. Of all the things she could have stolen."

Dorian snorted, walking over to Caleb so he could put the sword in the sheath, “A dog? I mean I might’ve done the same thing if it was being treated unfairly.”

"Tha's exactly why I did." Ally said, moving out of the way and leaning against the counter. Her hands moved like she was signing, the sentences cutting off randomly and shifting to completely different thoughts. She was muttering, with her hands.

"Zee appreciates it." Caleb said, his grin dimming slightly at the more serious topic. "You should stop by and see her some time." He looked at Dorian, motioning to Ally. "And that's how we met. She dropped the dog in my arms while I was running errands. Mulligan wasn't too happy about me coming home with a dog and the Ghost in tow when I was supposed to be getting groceries, but he's warmed up to both of them."

The prince nodded a little, picking up the sword belt and putting it on, adjusting it when he needed to make sure it was comfortable for himself, "Well at least he's warmed up to them. I know my mother wasn't too happy with keeping my dog in the ca- house but she loves him…" He trailed off, wondering if soon he'd have to change to talking about his family in past tense.

"Isn't it funny? The people that are the least into getting a pet always end up loving them." Caleb shook his head with a laugh, pushing away from the counter. "Well, I should probably stop keeping you from your adventures. Don't lose touch, Ghost."

“It’s been nice meeting you, Caleb,” Dorian said, offering the other male a smile, “Thanks for the sword.”

"No problem man. You ever find yourself in the area and in need of a sword again, don't hesitate to stop by. Prices are lower for friends of our resident spectre." Caleb joked, shooting Ally a wink, which she returned by way of eye roll. "Good luck, try not to get arrested."