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Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 14, 2016 1:36:51 GMT
Lasair nodded solemnly to Thrak’s simple “Yub,” and turned his eyes downward, peering into the water. He couldn’t see much past the reflection of the sky on the waves, but it was a view he enjoyed. The way that the clouds moved over the water was calming in a way, especially when paired with the sounds of rowing. It made for a nice trip back to the mainland; something soothing to distract him from the fact he almost had to kill a group of people; else risk being killed by them. But, a peaceful resolve was found and that fact was almost able to cancel out that stress of the fact it had happened in the first place. Almost. He couldn’t deny how much effort he was trying to put into not thinking about Viktor right now. The conversation was helping; as was the sound of the waves.
Then a new question was presented to him, spoken in the normal Thrak sort of way. Thinking on it for a moment, he shrugged at first and then spoke his thoughts. “I’m not sure. I hope he’ll get tired and leave, but I don’t know. Maybe he’ll stay. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll die in battle.” It was hard to be sure. No one he knew had really met the guy after all. He could just be a figurehead for some sort of advisor after all; no one knew much other than he was there, supposedly leading the attacks.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 22, 2016 16:38:55 GMT
"Yub," Thrak said again, to Lasair's hope that the Sveden King would leave... or die.
He wasn't quite sure what to think about it all. Death was such a permanent thing, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like to kill another person in battle. Sure, people died - they died all the time. He wasn't born yesterday, and had seen people perish now and again. There were accidents at sea, where sailors got swept overboard in a storm. There was old age, and the deaths that came with it. There were accidents, where people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and were accidentally maimed or killed. But battle... battle was something different for Thrakazog. It was more personal. Two people who not only fought one another, but who sought to end the other. Even when he'd lost his temper and his mind on board Caitlin's ship, the Dauntless, he hadn't killed anyone that he knew of. He'd thrown people overboard, certainly, and some of those likely died - either from drowning, sharks, or the two ships rocking together in the water against each other. He just hadn't seen it. And if he had, he might've snapped out of his rage and tried to help them, even if they wouldn't have helped him were their roles reversed.
Thrak's big shoulders heaved, seemingly tireless, against the oars, and in short order, they were back in the safety of the harbor and pulling up to the docks. Thrak tossed the tie-off rope up onto one, and motioned for Lasair to remain seated as he got up and pulled his bulk easily onto the wood dock. He tied of the rowboat, and then offered a hand down to his passenger, because it was simply 'the right thing to do', and helped Lasair up. Once that was done, he arched his back and stretched, blowing out a great lungful of air into the bay, and pointing to the horizon where the sun was setting, illuminating the entire canvas in a golden/pink light.
He felt the need to say, "Tank youz," to Lasair, though if pressed, he wouldn't be able to explain why other than to appreciate the companionship for the day. Tomorrow, he was going to have to work extra hard to make up for his time away from the ships today... but that was then, and this was now. "Youz got all da shellz youz wanted, Shelly?" He asked without even a smile - his concern was genuine and written on his leathery face.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Aug 23, 2016 3:29:34 GMT
He nodded quietly to Thrak’s simply comment; Yub. There really wasn’t a lot more that could be said on the subject. War was many things; a mess, a nightmare, a problem, a solution, but all of them could be boiled down and turn into a simple “yub,” when spoken about. It was just one of those topics, really.
Dismissing the thought, Lasair turned his mind elsewhere. Looking downward, he peered into the bag of seashells and tried to get a gauge on how many there were and what kinds were within. There was the very pretty shell he grabbed before leaving, a few conches, some scallops, as well as those shells that served as homes to the tiny creatures. It should be enough to make a mask out of, right? He certainly hoped so. The new member of his guild aught to be able to make something out of them, at the very least half a mask. Maybe she could make the other half out of sand or something. Mentally shrugging, he turned to peer down at the water then, a favorite thing of his to do while on a boat. Even if he couldn’t quite see into the depths, he could see the way the waves moved and how the water flowed from one area to the next. It seemed like it was never ending, always on a quest from one place to another. He found himself lost as he stared into the depths, that is, until they arrived back at the beach and were pulled up onto the sand. Thrak handled the boat, which was a welcomed thing for Lasair. Lending a hand was a usual for him, especially as guild leader, but now, instead, he was the guest getting all the kind treatment.
As the hand was offered to him, he took it with a nod and a light smile, stepping out and onto dry land happily. “Thank you for the trip,” he answered with a nod. Then, to the shells he said “Yup,” in an attempt to mimic Thrak’s accent. It didn’t quite reach, however. “I hope the Svedes leave you and your crew alone. And if you ever need anything and happen to run into me, I’d be happy to help.” He offered the man an honest smile because he meant it, although finding Lasair would prove to be a challenge more often than not. Lasair was going to say something more, but paused. What more could really be said? Perhaps it was time to leave already, an odd sort of feeling. It felt like it wasn’t long ago that they had departed, yet the setting sun spoke otherwise. The day had been spent, but at least they were still alive with clothes on their backs.
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