Post by Richard de Calys on Jul 3, 2013 14:14:19 GMT -5
Richard smiled to himself. He'd heard a noise just out of sight and had hoped it was Caitrin, but now that he'd just heard her voice it was a certainty. He stopped smiling rather suddenly. That sort of thing wouldn't do. Part of him was still annoyed that she'd wandered off by herself and he'd had to go and look for her. While he'd been searching he hadn't really being paying attention to where he was so there was a very likely chance that they were now even further from Camelot. Well wasn't that just brilliant? The girl was certainly more trouble than she was worth, and he so wanted to just leave her to it, but he'd already got this far and he wasn't about to give up his money.
“Who do you think?” He asked, not bothering to try to sound less annoyed, as he approached her. For some reason she was just sitting on the ground. Had she really given up so easily? He'd expected a little more fight, but no, she was just sitting on some grass. He pressed his lips together, giving her a quizzical look. “Are you planning on getting up?”
If she was trying some stupid game again she could stop that right now. Richard wasn't in the mood for her stubbornness. He was still tired and still in quite a lot of pain – both of which were her fault – and just wanted to not be in the damn woods any more. What he certainly didn't want was to waste his time trying to persuade her to stop being childish and actually be useful, although he couldn't help but think her compliance was not going to easily given.
Post by Richard de Calys on Feb 24, 2013 11:20:39 GMT -5
OOC: sorry about the late reply.
Richard wasn't surprised to see he'd been waiting for a woman, although he was surprised that she had a horse. He should have picked up on that. Anyway. That was neither here nor there. He was more interested in what she was doing in the woods by herself (well, without human company) than why he hadn't heard the animal. He knew far too many women in Camelot, most of them by far the most irritating people he knew, always wanting to go on about "independant" they were - until they needed his help of course. If this woman was from the city she was probably no different. She was certainly no more subtle than any of them. He couldn't help but smile as he saw her so obviously try to ignore him. Well that was just rude.
She had already passed him by the time he pushed himself off the tree but she was still within hearing distance. "Are you often so rude, my lady?" He called out, "Or is it just because we are not in court that you are ignoring the rules of decorum?" Of course for all he knew she had never been to court in her life - now that he thought about it she didn't look like nobility - but that was not the point. His words were meant to initiate conversation not to make some serious comment on her life. In his experience people were more likely to react when he was annoying, luckily he was rather good at that, especially when Mercian redheads were around. She was far too fun to wind up, until she returned the favour, but seeing as she was no where in sight (and part of him would be eternally grateful) Richard was just going to have to make do with this woman.
Post by Richard de Calys on Feb 7, 2013 9:59:35 GMT -5
Richard de Calys was doing what he did best: looking for someone to take advantage of. If he had to make a list of his best talents that would be the first, well, maybe his immaculate taste in clothes would be first, but taking advantage of people would certainly be in the top three. It was something he took rather a lot of pride in although he probably shouldn't as he should be keeping a low profile. For someone who made a living in his line of work, remaining anonymous was probably an excellent idea. Unfortunately his pride wouldn't allow him to do so, and luckily he'd managed to make a reputation for himself that often worked for him rather than against him. People knew who Richard de Calys was and they knew what he could do. He was more than used to people approaching him in need of his services but at the moment he was purely working for himself. Things had settled down slightly, in Camelot anyway, which meant there were less people in need of his particular skills set.
As he walked through the woods he kept a sharp eye out. Over the few years that he'd been doing this he'd developed a way of keeping his eye on about five things at once. Should someone ask, he could tell them exactly how many people were within a fifteen metre radius of where he stood, which direction the wind was coming from, the chance of it raining and, most importantly, how much money he was likely to be making from the day's work. It was a shame really that there was no one he could tell all this information to and be impressed for him. He might be impoverished (or alright, nearly impoverished since he did actually quite have a bit of money), but he was still part of the Cantian royal family, and every so often it would be nice to be treated as such.
Oh well. He could impress himself - something he did on a daily basis - as he continued his walk. He heard a twig snap, a small smile formed on his lips. He'd been expecting that, someone had been walking rather close to him for quite a while now. Whether it was pure coincidence that they happened to be walking in the same direction, or whether he was being followed he didn't know. He walked a few paces to the nearest tree and leant against it, arms folded and waited to see who was coming.
Post by Richard de Calys on Dec 20, 2012 20:45:24 GMT -5
Richard hadn’t bothered watching her walk off. He was far too tired for that sort of thing so instead he’d just closed his eyes and gone back to sleep. When he woke, Caitrin was nowhere to be seen which he was rather surprised about. He’d imagined she’d have got lost and bored by now. Maybe he just hadn’t been asleep for that long. Hmm. Well, he supposed he’d better go after her. He had never had the intention of just leaving her – for one thing, he’d lose any money he was still hoping Lord Rouland would offer him, and secondly, despite how frustrating she was, even he couldn’t just leave her wandering by herself. He might be a self-proclaimed liar, thief and conman but he was still a duke. He’d been raised properly and that meant being chivalrous even when all he wanted was a warm bath.
Reluctantly (and with quite a lot of pain) he stood up and pulled his shirt back on. He winced, the fabric meeting his skin stung like hell, but he finally had his shirt back. He was never taking it off. Ever. Well...unless he happened across his very own knight in shining armour before he found Caitrin. He smiled to himself at the thought. Should that very unlikely situation come about, he was definitely abandoning chivalry. And his shirt.
Unfortunately, he needed his full concentration to be directed at the situation at hand so all thoughts of such an event had to leave, albeit rather reluctantly. Richard was all too aware that anyone could be in the forests and he wasn’t exactly in a position to defend himself, not that he had anything anyone would want but any potential thieves didn’t know that. He proceeded cautiously, more cautiously than usual and certainly a lot less dramatically. Even when he was alone and completely without an audience he couldn’t help but swagger slightly as he walked. Now however he was more shuffling than walking, eyes looking out for flashes of red as continued. The whole situation was rather annoying. Why Caitrin had thought she could get anywhere without him was beyond his understanding but complaining wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He could only hope he found her quickly so he could get her home and get his money.
Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 19, 2012 15:27:32 GMT -5
Two years? Richard was impressed. Any man who managed to put up with Caitrin de Archer for two years deserved some sort of highly coveted award. Possibly an annulment...he laughed at the thought. Somehow he couldn’t see Caitrin being terribly impressed by that sort of thing, but then from what he could remember about her that wasn’t a lot that did impress her. Well, the sleeping man obviously did. Richard looked him over again. He supposed the man was fairly easy on the eyes. Richard would have imagined Caitrin with someone who was a bit more rough and ready though, or at the very least someone who was at least a wake when random men started talking to his wife in the middle of a forest the morning after a siege. But, it was none of his business, and apart from mild curiosity he really wasn’t that interested.
Oooh, he had touched a nerve. He grinned at her, a rather self-satisfied grin. He would have to make sure he remembered to keep referring to the child as “it”. He’d heard it never did well to upset a pregnant woman, but Caitrin was nothing he couldn’t handle. “And what will you do if I continue?” He goaded, eyebrows raised and rather enjoying himself. Somehow he’d forgotten how easy she was to annoy.
He let out a “heh” at her next words and diverted his attention to some imaginary dirt on his shoulder, flicking it off before looking back at her. He had absolutely no desire to do anything to endanger her modesty – not that she had any if their last meeting was anything to go by. She was probably the last person in the world whose modesty was in peril from him. “Yes well, let us not dwell on the past.” He replied, not wishing to get into that particular conversation, or discuss their previous time together. No, it was far better to just move on to the situation at hand.
That wagging finger of hers was rather amusing. Was she trying for intimidating? It was working whatever she was attempting to do. So much for pregnant women making formidable foes. He batted her finger away rather effortlessly before changing his expression to one of pure innocence. “The thought had never cross my mind.” For once it wasn’t actually a lie, mainly because the thought had never occurred to him. He just saw empty houses and took the opportunity rather than actively seeking specific ones. Then again, he could have easily taken something from her home; he had no idea which one it was. It was probably best if he kept that particular thought to himself though.
Well, already Griff was confused. It was, rather depressingly, an all too familiar feeling. Just once in his life he’d like to wake up in a forest with his wife and a mysterious man and just do something proactive instead of standing there being confused and trying to work out what Caitrin was going on about. Three years? What? Even he couldn’t sleep for that long. He didn’t bother asking what she meant; he’d only just become more confused knowing her. Instead he just stood there half glaring at the man. He looked...shifty.
Richard was rather enjoying Caitrin’s husband now he was awake. He clearly didn’t have any idea what was going on, and Richard was the type to find this rather amusing, so already he approved of the man. He flashed him a grin which earned him a glare with slightly more conviction. Yes, he definitely approved. “Yes, yes you would.” Richard replied, almost dismissively. He wasn’t really paying attention to Caitrin at the moment. But he did pay attention enough to hear her introduction, so gave a rather dramatic bow on hearing his name. “At your service, my lord.”
This Richard fellow wasn’t looking any less shifty, but at least he was starting to look less of a threat – not that Griff would be much use if he was of course. He was far too aware of that. He tried to smile at him but it didn’t really work. He turned to face Caitrin, but without taking his eyes away from the other man. “Why is he here...?”
Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 19, 2012 13:14:37 GMT -5
Richard sighed; he was beginning to feel resigned to his fate now. No matter what he said or did, Aoife would always have another question because obviously he was so terribly interesting. Personally, he didn’t see how he could be. Surely she knew by now she wasn’t going to get anything out of him? Anyone else would have just given up by now, but no, Aoife was as stubborn as her aunt, and as full of herself. She really had no cause to be. Stubbornness was not a trait to be valued, neither was the ability to annoy with every word – yet another thing she shared with her aunt. Seeing as the two had never met, they must be traits shared by several of the de Archers. What an incredibly irritating family they must be.
Her question gained her a raised eyebrow. Really? What did she think he would gain from such a task? Obviously it was the knowledge that he had made someone’s life better, and that warm, fuzzy feeling people were supposed to get when they did a good deed. The money hadn’t come into it at all, really. He chuckled slightly at his own thoughts. He couldn’t remember the last time he did anyone a favour, or rather when he did anyone a favour and didn’t expect to have it returned. Richard wasn’t in the habit of doing anything unless he could gain directly from it. His little adventure with Caitrin was certainly no exception. He was still rather annoyed that he hadn’t been paid more than the agreement – he had suffered. He’d been molested. Surely that was worth a few extra coins?
But, he digressed, and Aoife was no doubt awaiting an answer – an answer that would only lead to more questions. The only comfort was the knowledge that the evening would be over soon, and he could leave this damned kingdom. He could go south and all would be well. In answer to her question he raised his hand and started rubbing his thumb against the fingertips of his index and middle fingers. “For money obviously.” What else would compel him to spend three days in the company of Caitrin de Archer? The girl was a fool, but then that was hardly new information.
He detected the hope in Aoife’s voice as she spoke. He didn’t like it at all. Was there really something about his conduct that said he’d really love to stay in Mercia? He could have already left if someone wasn’t asking mindless question after mindless question. He gave her a look before replying. “I’ll be on the road south by the end of the night.”
Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 9, 2012 19:41:01 GMT -5
If she thought he was being so ridiculous why didn’t she just leave him alone? It was obvious she was annoyed by him – hopefully more so than he was by her – so surely the obvious course of action would be for her to storm off somewhere and make comments to her friends? They’d all marvel at the fact that she’d been talking to someone like him in the first place – the suave, handsome foreign gentleman – but that she’d manage to sufficiently outwit him (because obviously that’s what she’d say) and then the little band of equally annoying teenagers would be in awe of her and Richard would finally be rid of her. Obviously he was fully aware that he was the best company she was likely to have all evening but that didn’t mean he had to like that fact. Such was the disadvantage of being said suave, handsome foreign gentleman. “If you say so.” He replied with the hope that this would be an end to the conversation and their time together.
Oh was she surprised? Richard had become rather desensitised to the expression, which was a shame really because shocking people used to be so much fun. And then it just became...ordinary, like right now. And that was just...depressing. Ho hum. Such a problem would not be solved at present. And besides, he wasn’t one to dwell on the negatives; otherwise that particular door would never be closed. So he pushed all that aside and focused on the present. Unfortunately the present was still an annoying teenager but he couldn’t have everything. He shrugged in response to her question. He’d never understood why Lord Rouland had gone to such lengths for Caitrin. Good riddance had been Richard’s thought on their departure, and he assumed it was the same for everyone – apparently not for her uncle. “Another of life’s mysteries. Presumably he enjoyed her company, no idea why. Or he had something to gain financially...he wasn’t forthcoming with his motives.” Rouland had never said and Richard had never asked – those were the rules, but obviously Aoife wouldn’t understand (or accept) such a basic concept. So he was in for a headache...
Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 5, 2012 18:08:19 GMT -5
Why Caitrin thought just asking him was going to prove anything was beyond him. It was obvious she didn’t know where they were so he could just make it up, which was exactly what he was going to do. He gave a shrug, “About ten miles are so from the border.” It couldn’t be that inaccurate, judging by how long it had taken them to get here so it wasn’t as though he was just making it up completely. He was just making it up mostly. It was entirely different and anyway Caitrin didn’t know any better – that seemed to be a running theme for their little adventure. What he wouldn’t give to just have his every word believed and respected. He was Richard de Calys after all. He was used to being fawned over – whether he wanted it or not was an entirely different matter, but being stuck in the middle of nowhere with some ginger halfwit was beginning to make him ache for his old life – which was something he really wasn’t used to and really didn’t like.
His mind was beginning to wander, something that he usually stopped as wits had to be kept about but there weren’t in any danger at present and he could really do with some cheering up, even if “cheering up” meant sitting in the middle of a damp forest feeling nostalgic and not being happy about it. It was better than having to converse with Caitrin and that was the main thing. Maybe he should go back to Cantia...obviously not to return to court, he wasn’t an idiot, but just to feel at home, to feel welcome, to know somewhere not for its dark alleys and unsavoury characters but for its fields and sunsets and rhythms. He gave a small sigh. Returning was, as he knew full well, a ridiculous idea.
He hadn’t been paying attention to Caitrin – unsurprisingly – but he did look up as she started speaking so he wasn’t being that rude. Oh she was leaving? He gave a small chuckle. She wouldn’t last five minutes without him. The few days or so would be spent wandering in circles until Richard decided she’d probably learnt her lesson and went to find her. In which case, leaving would probably do them both some good. She’d learn a little humility and he’d get some peace. “Off you go then. I do hope you don’t get lost...”
Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 28, 2012 8:33:52 GMT -5
A woman’s voice caught him off guard – which was rather irritating as nothing should be catching him off guard, even more so when that person was a woman. He should have been paying attention, especially as he wasn’t actually supposed to be here. Luckily, thinking on his feet was something he was rather good at. His quick mind had gotten him out of trouble more than enough times, this would be no exception. He turned around to see the owner of the voice – a rather young girl, well; this was going to be easy.
He frowned. Mike? This was an unexpected reaction. Shouldn’t she be more worried about the fact that there was a strange man hanging around? Instead she wanted to know if he was Mike? Which meant she didn’t know who this man was, otherwise she’d know Richard definitely wasn’t him. Well, he was nothing if not an opportunist. There could be something to be gained out of this and if there wasn’t he was no stranger to a speedy getaway. His expression of confusion turned into a smile. “And you are...?” There was no point continuing this charade if she wasn’t worth his while.
Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 11, 2012 7:07:13 GMT -5
Funnily enough, Richard had gleaned that information for himself. He couldn’t blame the poor man for not being a morning person. From his own experience, Richard knew mornings with Caitrin de Archer – sorry, Caitrin Aubert – were not moments to be cherished. He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was fully conscious and merely pretending to be asleep. It had been one of Richard’s own actions, after all. Caitrin appeared to have that effect on men. “Hmm.” He didn’t actually care either, but he should probably look at least mildly interested in her husband’s sleeping pattern. “Just how did you convince him to marry you anyway? Is that was this,” he gestured to clearly pregnant middle, “was all about?” There was a smirk on his face as he spoke – annoying a heavily pregnant Mercian woman was probably not the greatest of survival instincts so he wanted to make sure she knew he spoke in jest.
He raised her eyebrows at her question, the smirk disappearing from his lips. He didn’t ever want to kidnap her again, in fact, until a few moments ago he’d been quite certain he didn’t want to converse with her ever again. “Yes, well, at least I have someone here to protect my modesty.” He tilted his head towards her still sleeping husband. Presumably, the boy wouldn’t be terribly pleased about his wife stealing the clothing of random men. Or maybe he would be, who was Richard to judge?
Her question brought a grin to his face. Surely she should know what someone like him would be doing skulking around in the woods the morning after a siege? Was the bag of loot not giving it away? “Well you know me, never one to miss an opportunity.” He nudged the bag with his foot, “There’s a lot of empty houses.”
Griff was vaguely aware of voices and more than a little sure that one of them was Caitrin’s, although in his semi-conscious state they could belong to anyone. Wait a second. The events of last night practically threw themselves into his brain. Voices were not good. Voices meant people. His eyes shot open and found a rather strange sight. Why was there a random man? Why was he talking to Caitrin? He quickly rubbed the sleep out his eyes before finding his feet. “Cait? Is this man bothering you?” Of course he had no idea what he was going to do if the man was bothering her but he didn’t know that.
Ah, he was awake then. Richard watched the man for a few seconds and oh, he’s quick too. That was jumping to his feet. People actually did that. Bothering her? Richard frowned. He wouldn’t bother Caitrin Auber for a hundred gold coins...well actually he would but that was beside the point. “If anything she’s bothering me.”
Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 11, 2012 6:47:34 GMT -5
Richard was becoming very, very close to smashing his head against the nearest wall. She was the most insufferable young girl he’d ever had the misfortune to meet, and for some insane reason, she appeared to think him the most fascinating thing in the world – or at least the most fun to annoy. What had he done to deserve this? Aside the stealing and the kidnappings of course – although that was only twice and both times had gone horribly wrong and hadn’t really been kidnappings anyway so life could hardly hold that against him. Usually, he was an honest man...honest to himself anyway. And really, anyone who was foolish enough to fall for one of his schemes clearly deserved it. Unlike him, he definitely did not deserve to have to spend a single second of his life in the girl’s company. “One of life’s mysteries, isn’t it?” There was no way he was telling her the real reason for his being here – for one thing she would probably alert the authorities and his pride wouldn’t let him tell her he didn’t actually have a choice if he wanted money.
If Aoife thought he was going to fall for that one, well, she clearly didn’t know him at all. If he set his mind to it, if he could be bothered, yes, he could give her a list. But he couldn’t be bothered and anyway, it was his turn to annoy her. So, no matter what she said or did she wasn’t going to get one. “If you say so,” he returned her shrug and resisted the urge to pat her on the head. She hadn’t like the nose tapping, so she’d probably appreciate head patting less but giving in to that particularly temptation would have been more than a little childish of him.
How did they meet? Well, it probably wasn’t the worse question she could have asked. He was expecting something about her reputation or some more comments about how she obviously hadn’t stolen his shirt. He wasn’t sure exactly how he should answer it though, how much information he should give her. The de Archers were a strange lot and he doubted her father would approve of such gossip but then there was the hope that if he just answered her questions she’d have enough of him and go away. “Her uncle paid me to find her,” he said simply, “She’d run away and I was supposed to take her back to Camelot.”
Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 9, 2012 14:35:03 GMT -5
Richard de Calys was a curious man by nature. It was one of those traits that managed to be both a strength and a weakness at the same time. Luckily for him, it was usually a strength, especially in his line of work. At the moment, however, it was definitely a weakness. He probably should have left about half an hour ago but this was the first time he'd been in Archelandi so his curiousity was well and truly piqued. It was a rather nice place after all, but quite far away from places like Camelot and Gwent where he usually seemed to find himself. It was therefore unlikely that he'd be around here any time soon, so it would be a crime to just leave immediately without having a proper look around.
This part of the castle (he would have more specific than "this" but he wasn't entirely sure where he was) was rather quiet, which, if he'd been in a better, less curious mood he'd have found quite suspicious. He usually kept his wits about him, but for some reason he found himself quite as ease. Maybe it was because this was the first time in quite a long time he wasn't actually doing anything illegal. Sneaking about a castle was probably going to be frowned upon by its owners, but at least he wasn't breaking any laws. It was actually quite a refreshing feeling, but certainly not strong enough to keep him on the straight and narrow. No, he liked the thrill of law-breaking far too much, besides, if he stopped doing anything illegal he'd soon find himself without work.
Ho hum. He was going to enjoy the feeling while it lasted and see if there was anything worth his interest in the castle. Just because he wasn't doing anything illegal right at that moment didn't mean he wasn't planning on doing just that in the very near future. Castles were, after all, rather good places for finding treasure. It was all a case of knowing where to look, and getting away with it of course. Fortunately, Richard de Calys was a professional.
Tagged: Arabis Timeline: During s3 Location: Kingdom of Archelandi, the castle
Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 1, 2012 9:05:54 GMT -5
The lady in question seemed rather surprised to see him. That was nice, Richard liked to be surprising. And she had remembered him. Although their last encounter was hardly something remembered fondly, he would have been awfully put out if she'd forgotten him. But she hadn't, so all was well with the world. Well...all was well with his world. Apparantly, things were rather different in hers. He went up on his tip-toes, making the point to look past her at the young man who was asleep. Presumably, this was Lord Aubert...having said that, he liked to think he knew Caitrin well enough to know that might not necessarily be the case. She might style herself an Aubert now, but she was a de Archer through and through, and unfortunately, Richard had enough dealings with them to know exactly what that meant.
He stood normally again - although still on his rock, he'd become rather attached to the thing. "I do apologise. Shall I start again?" With a grin, he took another bow, "Ah my Lady Aubert. What a pleasant surprise." She turned her attention away from him in order to wake her husband, or, as it transpired, attempt to awake her husband. The man wasn't showing any signs of regaining consciousness. Richard could hardly blame him, it was probably the only way he managed to stay married to her. He jumped down from his rock and set his bag down on the floor before walking the few steps to the sleeping man and started nudging his leg with his foot. He didn't stir then either. Hmm. Oh well. Richard returned to the rock.
Was she already trying to wind him up? Obviously he was expecting some sort of comment about their last meeting, but it was the tone and the expression on her face that led him to believe she'd already started trying to annoy him. Well, it was nothing he couldn't ignore. And it certainly wouldn't be anything to match her niece. "If it had been any trouble, I wouldn't have bothered at all."
How much just Cait & Richard do you want? I can edit this post and put Griff waking up or have him do so after a few more posts. It's whatever you prefer.
Post by Richard de Calys on Jul 27, 2012 16:40:01 GMT -5
If their roles were reversed and Aoife was the stranger loitering about in his kingdom, Richard would have given up long before now. He would have found something much more interesting to do with his time so why couldn’t she just do the same? How long was he going to have to put up with her for? And, more importantly, why couldn’t she just accept that he was royalty? He shouldn’t need to prove himself. His uncle was the King of Cantia – a kingdom far superior or Mercia, a kingdom that had actually seen the sun. Out of curiosity, he looked over to where the “proper” Mercian royalty were sat. They didn’t look that impressive, but maybe the people were simpler here and therefore easily impressed. “Well, my uncle, the king, says royalty can act as they wish.” That wasn’t entirely true, well, it was true that royalty did whatever they pleased; they just pretended they were always doing the best for their country.
He was Richard de Calys. He could promise whatever he wanted – in fact it was something he did very often, he just usually had his fingers crossed at the same time. She looked annoyed. Maybe that meant she would leave him alone...hmm...he was starting to think being left alone was just wishful thinking. There had to be some way of getting rid of her. Maybe if he tried being more annoying she’d storm off. “Won’t give,” he corrected and tapped her nose. “I could give you a list, if I so wished. It’s a thing in my capability. I just don’t want to. So I won’t.”
If only Richard was making all the Caitrin-related comments up. It wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed thinking about but it seemed Aoife was not going to let this go. She really was the most irritating person he had had to endure in quite a while. But then she was a de Archer. This was to be expected. “I’m not surprised.” He replied and folded his arms across his chest. Did they really have to go into all of this? Hmm. Obviously they did. He looked down at the girl, lips pressed together and unsure what to say. She obviously wanted some kind of information about Caitrin. Right then. What exactly was he supposed to say? He didn’t know Caitrin that well at all and he certainly didn’t like her. He sighed. “Fine. What do you want to know?”
Post by Richard de Calys on Jul 8, 2012 6:08:25 GMT -5
Richard de Calys did not do sieges which is why he was currently high-tailing it out of Camelot. The only good thing about sieges was all those large, well-furnished houses going all abandoned. It would be such a waste to let them continue in such a state, and really, who was going to appreciate a silver goblet engraved with the initials G.B. more than him? No one, that was who, so that’s why it was currently in the leather bag over his shoulder, somewhere in between a jewel encrusted dagger and a velvet pouch full of gold coins. That had been a rather nice house and he was sure the others would have been equally nice, but his sense of self-preservation kicked in so he’d skedaddled and was now making his way through the forest. He’d go west; he hadn’t been that way for far too long.
Feeling rather pleased with himself, he started whistling, his walk turning into a slight skip which made his cloak swish behind him. He was far enough away from the city to not worry about anyone attacking him – hence why he was whistling so confidently. And if anyone did spot him, he was Richard de Calys. He could get himself out of any unwanted situation – or bribe them with G.B’s goblet. This was his third siege now; he was used to them, used to the sort of people that went searching for others in forests and other such places. Personally, he didn’t see the point in them. Alright, so Camelot might end up with a new ruler, but sooner or later someone else would come along who didn’t like them, and they’d rebel and there’d be another siege and another new ruler, and another person who didn’t like them. It was constant, it was inevitable and it was getting in the way of Richard’s business. People were always weary and paranoid after their homes had nearly been destroyed and a new, violent ruler had stolen the throne. They were less likely to trust a strange man turning up and asking for their help – and their money.
Ho hum. Camelot was just another city and there’d be plenty more where he was headed. The west, he had concluded a few years ago, was the land of the simpler folk, especially down by the coast. Too much dealing with the Welsh. But it did mean Richard was in with a better chance of improving his fortune, so he wasn’t complaining. With a plan in his mind, and plenty of bounty in his bag, he continued his jovial half-walk, half-skip until he saw a rather odd thing. He paused in his tracks, a confused expression on his face, an expression which quickly turned into a dejected sense of acceptance. This was just his damn luck. Well, he’d better make an entrance. Swinging the bag back over his shoulder, he found a rock a few paces away from him, near enough to jump onto – rather elegantly, he might add. He took a bow on his make-shift stage. “Ah my Lady de Archer. What a pleasant surprise.”
Post by Richard de Calys on Jul 8, 2012 5:25:30 GMT -5
Although Caitrin did have a point – he could be feeling a lot worse, or dead, but at present that didn’t seem too bad an outcome – she was also failing to appreciate that this was all her fault. Yes, he was getting paid for bringing her back to her uncle, but no amount of coinage was going to seem fitting, so really, Richard shouldn’t have bothered. He’d been molested, kidnapped, tortured, robbed – she still had his shirt – and all because of her. Now he wasn’t even allowed to sleep because she wanted to go home. Well, she could just wait, couldn’t she? He was too tired, and far too unsympathetic to care about her change of heart.
He opened his eyes, taking in their surroundings. While he didn’t know their exact location, he could easily work it out. That was one of the advantages of always being on the move. He either knew places better than the natives or managed to navigate unchartered ground with ease. Such skills were necessary for his lifestyle, and he didn’t appreciate Caitrin’s comments. Normally he just brushed them off – he knew he was right, and that was the main thing. But Caitrin was just infuriating. Of course she would be wrong, but then she would refuse to admit this and just say things like “It could be worse”. Yes, yes it could, but it could also be a lot, lot better if she’d just shut up and did what she was told. He sighed. This was not the first time he was reminded of his royal background. If he still had his status this would never happen. Caitrin would just do as she was told – or rather they wouldn’t be in this position in the first place but whatever. Yes, there was a thousand new liberties he would never know if he was still in the royal court, but right now those freedoms didn’t seem quite so important. He was tired, cold, still in pain and still stuck with bloody Caitrin de Archer. What he wouldn’t give to be back in Cantia right now, surrounded by the luxuries and sycophants he deserved.
“I do know where we are.” He lied, although it wasn’t a complete lie. As soon as he started concentrating, he’d work out their location. Right now though he was far too tired. “I’ll take you home,” he replied, closing his eyes again and shifting slightly, “As soon as I’m ready.”
Post by Richard de Calys on Jun 27, 2012 17:10:15 GMT -5
Sorry about the delay, completely forgot!
He was tired and cold and horribly wet, but discomfort had never deterred Richard de Calys before. If he could endure having his shirt stolen and a horrendous amounts of advances from Caitrin de Archer, he could endure anything. That was at least one positive thing that had come from that little venture - ignoring the money of course. Surprisingly, it was a little strange to be on his own again - which was actually a ridiculous thought. Richard was always on his own, it's what happened when he spent his time wandering about stealing from people. And he was happy with it. People were annoying. This was part of the reason why he found himself approaching the tavern stables. He needed to get out of Camelot, away from cities and people and find himself some nice, flat land with a big sky. He needed to go to Cantia, but seeing as that was out of the question he would settle on somewhere in the west. All he needed was a horse.
He approached the stables slowly, trying to see whether someone was inside or not. It would be rather suspicious walking in without a horse. He could always pretend that he was fetching his own - which was sort of true, but it would be so much easier if no one was there. Having said that, he really wanted to be away from Camelot as soon as possible. Well...that was just his luck. There was someone. He paused, lingering in the doorway and watching the person as they attended to one of the horses. For a moment, he considered just leaving but he didn't have any money to take a room. No, he needed a horse so he was just going to have to run with the circumstances. "That's a fine horse you have," he said, louder than he usually did to make sure the other person heard.
Post by Richard de Calys on Jun 10, 2012 18:11:53 GMT -5
It was rather amusing, Aoife telling him to be mature when she was anything but. He was well aware that she thought she was mature, which perhaps made her all the more annoying. Hopefully she'd tire of him shortly, and then their paths would never have to cross again. Now there was a comforting thought. He'd go back south for a bit, see the sun again, feel some heat, enjoy the company of normal people. That was something to look forward to, some motivation to not smash his head against a stone wall before the evening was out. "I am. I'm behaving exactly as I wish, just like all royals." There was more than a hint of bitterness to his tone. He knew precisely how royals acted, selfishly and without any regard for others, why should he be the exception?
He rolled his eyes at her words. She really was an impatient little imp, wasn't she? He supposed, being a noble and a female and incredibly annoying, Aoife was used to having her own way. Well, she wasn't going to get it now. Richard really didn't have any problem with giving her the damned list, except her attitude towards it of course. If she'd just been patient, polite even, then he would presented it with enthusiasm. But his stubborn nature was getting the better of him, so Aoife was going to have to live without the list. "Hasn't anyone else told you I want doesn't get?" He paused, they probably hadn't actually. "Maybe not, eh?"
Richard would have laughed, if the memories of Caitrin de Archer weren't quite so distressing. The very idea that it was him who couldn't leave her alone! It was quite absurd. Clearly Aoife knew nothing of her aunt, well, that was probably for the best. Caitrin would be a corrupting influence and the girl was bad enough. "She wanted my shirt because, I presume, she found me irresistable." He replied dryly. The shirt, rather regretably, had been burnt. She'd made it smell like girl. And it was completely ruined by the blood stains, but mainly it smelt like girl. "Do you know anything about your aunt? If you did, you wouldn't be questioning her...inappropriate behaviour."
Post by Richard de Calys on Jun 10, 2012 17:59:17 GMT -5
Richard had been unconcious, and therefore not in pain. It had been a rather enjoyable sensation, one that he could see himself enjoying for rather a long time, well, he would have seen it had he not been unconcious. Unfortunately, his body had other ideas and now he was awake and the pain was slowly returning again. It wasn't as bad as last night, so that was something to be thankful for, but it was a small condolence. Who knew being tortured could be such a pain? A small smile formed on his lips at the unexpected pun.
Maybe if he just stayed still and kept his eyes closed he'd return to sleep. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming about, but it was bound to be better than his current predicament. Especially as he was now being prodded. What the- oh. Her. Excellent. Could she not just let him sleep? He was only in pain because of her, a little sleep was the least he could expect. But she was Caitrin de Archer, so apparantly that meant she couldn't do that.
Was he alright? Well that was a stupid question if ever there was one. He was still half-asleep, in pain and cold thanks to someone stealing his shirt. She'd probably made it smell. It would have to be burnt. Thankfully it wasn't the favourite. "No." He replied bluntly, waving her hand away, eyes still closed. She'd leave without him, would she? That was an amusing thought. "And how do you reckon you would acheive that? You can't find Camelot. by yourself." He said before shifting into a more comfortable position, confident that he could relax for a few more moments, or attempt to anyway.
Post by Richard de Calys on Jun 10, 2012 17:49:02 GMT -5
Usually people were either far too suspicious or far too naive. Unsurprisingly, Richard preferred it when they were far too naive, his job was made a lot easier. This Lady Romily however was proving rather tricky. It was annoying, and in danger of ruining his plan. He much preferred it when said noble was too busy trying to get rid of him to care about the current whereabouts of their purse. Perhaps he'd have to keep his wits about him at present, well, a little extra caution couldn't. He took a moment or two to study her, to see what he could determine about her. She was the lady of the house, that much was obvious but she did not wear a wedding ring. Interesting. Perhaps a little romance could sway her. Luckily, Richard had a story for every noble.
He looked down at the floor again, playing the part of the nervous and desperate young man. She wanted to hear his plan, that was perfectly reasonable, but first she would hear his story. "There is no easy way for me to say this...but, well, the fact of the matter is...my problem is...that is to say the reason for my current situation is...love. I fell in love with this girl...this...perfect girl. Eloise, her name is." he paused, a small smile tugging at his lips for effect. "Only, well, her parents didn't approve of the match. She is too far above me you see, in every sense of the word. We were undeterred though...until we were found out that is." He paused again, this time for dramatic effect and glanced up at her. "The people following me...her brothers. I'm not exactly sure what they'll do when they find me but well...it shan't be good." A hand reached into his pocket and he produced the necklace. "Eloise gave this to me...she said I should sell it. I-I hate to part with it, but I have no choice." He offered Romily the necklace, a desperate expression across his face. "I don't ask much for it, just enough to buy safe passage."
There, that should do it, he thought. What woman could resist a story like that? And even if she didn't believe him - not that that would be terribly likely - it was a nice necklace, not worth a penny of course, but she didn't know that. No, by the time she realised that he, and her money, would be long gone.
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