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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 22, 2011 17:33:15 GMT -5
No, he was not afraid. Of course he was not afraid. Richard de Calys was never afraid of anything. He usuall had some trick up his sleeve, some words to get himself out of trouble. He had a feeling, however, that this was not one of those times. Caitrin was laughing at him, irritatingly. She'd been doing that rather a lot lately and he wasn't really appreciating it. He had another feeling, and that was that she wasn't going to stop doing so.
His usual kidnappings were less vocal than Caitrin. They'd just sit and glare, or sit and look scared, but whatever they did it wouldn't be half as annoying. But then they weren't half as interesting either. No matter what else he might think about Caitrin she was certainly interesting. Not many young noblewomen would have the courage - or the stupidity - to just runaway and assume everything was going to be alright.
In response to her question he just shook his head with an amused expression. While it would be a lie to say that her advances had been welcomed and that he had not felt uncomfortable, they were hardly the stuff of nightmares. He had certainly been unhinged, but it would take a lot more than that to frighten Richard de Calys. "I'm not afraid of anything." He replied simply, and waited for some kind of mockery from her.
A thought occurred to him, one which, surprisingly, was only choosing now to appear. Normally it would be at the forefront of his mind. Perhaps Caitrin being attached to his wrist had pushed it aside. Anyway. The fact was he was going to have to sleep in his clothes. His favourite trousers were going to get muddy and probably covered in leaves. Oh how wonderful. He was beginning to feel as though this whole ordeal was just one thing after another. He'd better get a damn good payout for this.
He slowed the horse down, trying to find somewhere suitable. The forest, he decided, was a quiet one, but even then there was still the possibility of trouble. It would be nothing that he couldn't handle, but he would much rather avoid it, especially with Caitrin. While she might be enthusiastic, she might not necessarily be much use if the situation called for it. They left the road, and after a few feet came to a small clearing. It was far enough away to not be seen, and as clearings go, it would probably be comfortable enough. "This is as good as you're going to get, milady." He dismounted the horse and held out his hand to help her down. Caitrin ignored this, he had a feeling she would.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 19, 2011 15:37:35 GMT -5
In response to Caitrin's question Richard merely shrugged. Until she starting taking an interest he hadn't given his situation much thought. His life simply was. He didn't spent much time deeply analysing it, there was never any time, really. Besides that, there were only two people he'd ever really been close to - James and his younger brother, Ector. Apart from that, he was quite happy on his own. Maybe if he'd had more people he'd cared about in Cantia he'd feel differently, he'd miss the company, but that simply wasn't his life, so there was no point in dwelling on it. "I'm happy by myself, honestly I am."
Perhaps his life was an odd one. He had no particular home, he hadn't seen any of his family for years and most of his time was spent stealing or making deals with people. But he enjoyed it, and couldn't see why Caitrin couldn't understand that. For someone who was quite sure he'd never needed anyone in his life, or alright, that wasn't precisely true but whatever, he couldn't understand this need to constantly be around people. In his opinion - and this was coming from someone who made a living knowing people - they were irritating. Even if he did have actual friends he'd probably only find them annoying, so there wasn't really any point in trying to get any.
The likelihood of the pair of them sleeping outside was becoming an ever increasing one. That was irritating. From what he understood of Caitrin's character, she was probably not going to spend all night whining about not having a bed and scream every time she saw a spider, which could only be a good thing. Making a camp outside would mean that they would have to sleep in shifts, just in case they were at any risk. Oh, this was such a lot of hassle.
"The chain? It stretches, I mentioned before." That was the least of their worries. Firstly they had to find somewhere relatively safe, hopefully somewhere off the main road but not too far away, and then there was the problem of keeping warm. A fire would be an obvious choice, but it could attract unwanted attention. It seemed, unless he managed to come up with a brilliant plan, it was going to be a cold night.
"You're sleeping at least three feet away from me." He added with a grin. He didn't actually think Caitrin would try something, but he was going to make the point anyway. No matter how cold it got, he was quite determined that they never found themselves in that particular position again.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 18, 2011 5:48:35 GMT -5
When her own apology was said, Richard felt like they had managed to at last come to some sort of understanding between them. No matter what Caitrin may think of him, his interest in her was entirely professional. He rather thought they had managed to handle that rather well, especially as they were both as stubborn as each other. Any argument between them could no doubt last days, and while they did have days to spare, Richard would much rather spend the time enjoying himself.
Why would he rather be on his own? Well, that was simple: it was easier. And no, this wasn’t the build up for some angst filled past. His life literally was easier. He had no one to care about but himself, no one to look after but himself. He had the freedom and liberty to go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Sure, there was the emotional downside, there was always going to be. There were times when he found himself feeling lonely and rejected by the world, so he left and went to new places and met new people. The only people Richard cared about could not be with him, and so he had become an expert at the passing acquaintance. Besides, he made his own money, and made his own life. Why would he ruin that by becoming attached to people? “I prefer it that way.” He said simply, his tone neither enthusiastic nor self-pitying. He doubted that would be a satisfactory answer for Caitrin, she clearly came from a heavily family orientated background – why else would her uncle have commissioned his services? She was probably hoping for a better explanation, a story of how he was abandoned and forced to make his own life, which, alright, now that he was thinking about it did actually happen, but even so, his life before had been dull. He’d had to hide who he was, and yes, he was still hiding part of himself, but that was a lot easier to do when you weren’t having several hundred young women thrust at you every week. Since leaving Cantia he’d learnt to survive by himself, it was his life now, he wouldn’t want anything different.
Surprisingly, he was beginning to feel less uncomfortable during her mocking. Whereas when they were in the room there was the possibility that something might actually happen, or be expected to happen, the same action was rather more difficult to carry out in their present situation. Nevertheless, he would rather not talk about that sort of thing anyway, especially not with Caitrin. “I can assure you I do not.” He’d had quite enough of kissing women to last more than a lifetime. Although there was still part of him slightly irritated that he was being described as “alright”, it was something he was trying to avoid discussing. He was sure it would be brought up again in some capacity or other during their journey, but for now he could just ignore her. He knew he was more than alright, and that was the main thing.
He had been hoping that he would have seen a tavern by now, and that he could answer her question with a rather confident yes. Unfortunately, they seemed to be on the only stretch of road which housed none. That was irritating. Unless they managed to find one relatively quickly they would be forced to sleep outside…brilliant While Richard was more than used to sleeping outside, it was not something he particularly enjoyed. Dukes were supposed to sleep in beds. Having said that, they probably weren’t meant to go around kidnapping young women either, ah well, each to their own. “We might not be able to, is that a problem?” His question was asked with complete sincerity. She may only be a contract to him, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to be uncomfortable.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 16, 2011 15:45:26 GMT -5
I haven't put this in a specific timeline as I didn't know what suited you, so let us know and I'll edit. Also, I thought it would be amusing to have Richard annoyed when Mordred appears as he's a child, so he'd be a bit "Wait, they sent a child? To meet me!"
Richard de Calys had heard much about the Druids - mostly gossip and hearsay, mind. Apparantly they were evil beings, spawned from the Devil himself. Apparantly they were wicked and bloodthirsty and would not be content until all of Albion had fallen, and the country plunged into darkness. But Richard, not being one to believe such nonsense, did not care much. He never gave a moment's thoughts to the politics of any situation. If anything that disastrous did befall Albion he would just leave, simple as. For him, the Druids were neither monsters nor freedom fighters; they were income. Hopefully they were exciting income, but income nonetheless.
He had actually been rather surprised to hear his services were required by such a people. From what he had heard - and from that, what he believed - they were a rather reclusive and secretive people. Whatever they wanted from him must be important for them to ask for help outside their circle. He supposed he had his reputation to thank for that. All across Albion he was famed for his skills, obviously word had reached the Druids.
The thought brought a smile to his lips as he strolled through the forest. Annoyingly, most of his initial meetings with customers occured in forests, at night as well. It was a wonder none of the more unsavoury characters were never found. All the respective authorities need to was venture into the respective forest, at night, and find whoever it was that was trying to bring about the downfall of the respective authoritive body. Even Richard could do that.
The main thing that annoyed him about such moonlit meetings was his cloak usually ended up ruined. It was very hard indeed to waltz around a forest at night, in a superbly swishy cloak, and not find it stuck to at least three branches at any given time. He would have given up on the cloak wearing months ago if he didn't like the image. Because, when it came down to it, Richard de Calys was a man of image. A flamboyant image, a perfected image, and one that could be completely ruined by tripping over an unearthed tree root, or something equally as likely and annoying.
Avoiding another near-hit in the face with a branch, Richard found himself in a clearing. An empty clearing. He let out a sigh, that was annoying. He hated waiting for his customers, there was always a feeling of desperation. He liked making an entrance, but could not do that by arriving first. So instead and found himself a tree to lean on and look nonchaland, and waited.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 13, 2011 10:33:10 GMT -5
Oh, gosh, this is exciting! And that was probably the least Richard-thing to say, ah well.
Thanks to everyone who voted - this really made my day!
And congratulations to Vaughn, Alistar and Arthur!
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 12, 2011 18:00:01 GMT -5
In Richard's experience the only people who witheld their identies were those with requests of a less savoury nature - the best kind. Whoever this woman was, no doubt she wanted something special, something fun. Well, fortunately for her, she had come to the right man. Richard de Calys was not famed throughout Albion for nothing.
Before answering her, he took a moment to study his new customer. He always liked to have a feel of the person, that way he could suit their needs more precisely. It was clear from the way she held herself she was nobility, and she was certainly a beauty (even Richard had to admit that). There was something else about her, something that seemed familiar. Richard never forgot a face, not in his line of work, so he knew with quite some confidence that they had not met before. Her familiarity, therefore, must be from other people - gossip and hearsay most likely. It all served to make her that much more perplexing.
He pressed his lips together in thought, thumb and forefinger at his chin. It was rather irritating, for someone who liked to know people, that he could not think of who she was. Although it was necessary for his work, he liked to know exactly who he was working for, if only for just his own peace of mind. Nevertheless, he was not one to question his customers. If she wanted him to know who she was, she would have told him. Asking her would surely be a mistake, so he kept his thoughts to himself.
"You were told correctly." He said with a grin, he liked the fact that he had a reputation, that people knew of him and talked about him and that he was the person to go to in such situations. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 11, 2011 13:57:26 GMT -5
Alright, maybe that had been unfair, after all, Richard hardly knew the woman. He had clearly annoyed her, which he supposed was fair enough. If someone had been making presumptions about him and his life he would have acted in the same way. "I'm sorry." He gave a small smile, he normally wasn't one to apologise, but for some reason he thought it was the only course of action to take.
"What about you? Surely a duke could think of better ways to get money than kidnapping women."
Yes, perhaps a duke could think of better ways, but Richard happened to enjoy his life and his work so "better ways" had never been something he thought about. He assumed, however, that that wasn't quite what Caitrin was getting at. She'd shared her story with him, and now, presumably, she wanted his. It really wasn't that interesting and he didn't care much for sympathy. He sighed. "Fine, fine, it's not that interesting but you seem determined to find out. My father lost all our money through gambling debts and died. My step-mother now lives with her family and my younger brother. I'm on my own, but I like it." If she wanted anything more detailed than that she was going to be disappointed, as that was all she was getting out of him.
"Well you weren't half bad, you need a bit of practice."
He laughed awkwardly, this had the potential to turn into a lovely awkward conversation, one that he was usually so good at avoiding. Having said that, he usually didn't kiss women either. He was giving out mixed signals here, and Caitrin did not seem like one to miss them. "Heh heh, no." He did not need practice anyway, thank you very much, and he certainly didn't need them from her. "And," he held up a hand now that he was making A Point, "I think you'll find I am more not half bad."
What made her such an expert any- he stopped himself, this was not the time. Right now he had other things to think about, and even if he didn't, he wasn't one to think about that sort of thing anyway.
Hopefully Caitrin was just joking, but then from previous experience she could be being deadly serious. Surely drugging someone with a sleeping draught would put someone off wanting to kiss you? Hmm, but then this was Caitrin. She'd probably enjoy it more, just to be different.
"How long was I asleep for?"
He shrugged, it seemed like days but that wasn't a very helpful answer. He looked around, the sun would soon be setting, and they left before lunch. "A few hours? Maybe more than a few." Thinking about it, it would be getting dark soon, he should start trying to find somewhere to stay. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen anywhere to stay yet, so it was unlikely he'd find anywhere soon. The most likely scenario probably ended up with them sleeping outside. Well this was going to be interesting.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 10, 2011 8:17:49 GMT -5
Caitrin’s revelation hardly came as a shock, of course she was not the marrying type. She didn’t appear to be nobility type, well, apart from her obviously high opinion of herself. That had nobility written all over it, Richard should know, he had plenty of it himself. Her grin, Richard supposed, was presumably lighten the mood, perhaps even to endear herself to him. Well, that wasn’t going to work. It was very likely he was just being over cautious with her now, but he’d never lost money for such behaviour. He had, however, lost more than enough through being too trusting of others. That was a long time ago, when he was new to the game, and something he certainly wasn’t going to allow now. Especially not at the hands of a woman, and especially not at the hands of this woman. “You don’t say.” He mused. “I suppose you see yourself brave for this.” His tone was patronising, but he felt he had the right to be just that. After all, he was taking her back to the safety of her uncle, and whether she liked it or not, it was to her benefit as well.
Her story continued, but Richard was only half-listening, and not only because he was concentrating on where they were going. It seemed to him that people like Caitrin always liked to have some sort of angst-filled past, which, quite frankly, was just irritating. Richard was just as justified to be angry at the world as she was, yet he had not said one thing about his own predicament. He had learnt to simply get on with life, and to make an advantage out of a disadvantage. To him, it was entirely her own fault if she was unhappy with her life, and if she really wanted to break free, well, she should learn to run away properly.
“Why are you telling me this?” He asked after a moment or two, one that he hadn’t actually realised existed, until he remembered he was meant to be listening to her. In his mind, there was no reason for Caitrin to be giving him such information. No amount of self-history was going to make Richard change his mind about taking her back, and he had been sure she was aware of that. Maybe she was trying anyway, or maybe she just felt her past was genuinely interesting. Richard didn’t really care.
At her question he sighed and rolled his eyes. Now she was just being childish, and he personally couldn’t be bothered with it. He had no problem with being pleasant towards her, he had been trying to do just that when they had first met, now, however, Caitrin’s attitude was hardly deserving of him being nice to her. But, they did have another three days ride ahead of them and it was going to be a very tedious three days if he didn’t make the effort. “Why, do you think I should be nicer?” He asked, eyebrows raised and a small smile across his lips. “Alright, I’ll be nice if you do, deal?”
What was she laughing at now?
“You kissed me.”
Oh. That. He just stared at her for a moment, biting the inside of his lip while trying to think of something suitable to say. Surely she was aware it was just away to make her take the sleeping draught, and that he’d never kiss her under normal circumstances? The last thing he needed was for her doing that again. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable again, just thinking about what had happened in that room. It had certainly been a morning of firsts, and lasts for that matter. “Only to get to take the sleeping draught.” He said, as clearly as he thought was necessary in order to make sure she didn’t think he’d actually enjoyed it, or worse, wanted to do it again.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 9, 2011 17:51:03 GMT -5
Richard was actually quite disappointed with Caitrin's story. He'd been expecting something much more exciting, or at least more depressing. She'd ran away to avoid getting married. Well, wasn't that obvious? Now he thought about it, it made perfect sense. Although he'd only been in her company half a day, he could say with quite some confidence that she was not the marrying kind. No woman who was willing to marry whichever suitor was presented to her would try and seduce her would-be kidnapper.
As sad stories go, it was hardly worth remembering. His own was much more interesting, and even that was that brilliant. Unlike Caitrin, he didn't feel the need to make every person he met question him about his past. It was what it was, and now his life was different. He supposed Caitrin was someone who dwelled on the past, or at least tried to use it to their advantage. Well, Richard was not at all moved by the injustice she clearly felt she had suffered. No, he was just disappointed.
"That's it? Really? You just didn't want to get married?" There must be something more to it, or perhaps he just wanted there to be something more, something out of the ordinary to make it worth hearing, otherwise it was just dull, and if there was one thing Richard hated it was Dull.
He should have known she wasn't going to just get down from the horse. Doing so wouldn't have been a stubborn move at all, so it wouldn't have been a very Caitrin move either. He couldn't be bothered to force her off, although he was in no doubt that he could do so. He sighed, "Fine. Stay, but I'm warning you, if you annoy me I will make you walk. I managed to get you away from the tavern, which you doubted, don't doubt me now." He probably sounded more threatening than he was trying to be, but then that probably wouldn't be a bad thing.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 9, 2011 16:02:57 GMT -5
Richard considered her question, in truth he hadn't actually thought about it. For him, this was just a job. Caitrin was irritating, but she was just a job. Perhaps it was because of his lifestyle, but he'd developed a habit of forgetting to think of people as people. They were customers, or jobs, or hinderances. Did he even care of her story? It certainly wouldn't make him change his mind about taking her back, which he assumed was the reason why she was mentioning it. Presumably she felt hard done by and this was her chance of freedom. Hmm. No, he didn't think he did care. It might be interesting though, and it might pass a little of the time. They were still three days away from their destination, he could do with some entertainment. "Go on then, indule me. Just why are you desperate to escape?" Even if it wasn't that interesting a reason, it may help him get a better insight into her character, and whether he should take any further measures to keep her with him.
Hmm. That seemed to shut her up, for the moment at least. He would have no scruples about making her walk, it would be better for the horse and give her some excercise, and give him a break, so really it was probably the best scenario. It did amuse him that she was so sure he wouldn't, he cocked his head, it would be rather immature of him to make her walk just because she was daring him. But like he said, it would be better for the horse... With a grin, he stopped the horse and said, in a rather cheerful tone, "Yes, yes I would. Off you go."
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 9, 2011 15:26:17 GMT -5
"I assure you it's nothing personal." Why did they always think it was personal? He wouldn't care either way if he wasn't bein paid. Apparently that wasn't good enough motivation for most people, they were convinced he had some sort of ulterior motive. He really was just doing this for the money. "I'm being paid for this, as I keep reminding you, that's why I couldn't just leave you alone."
He snorted. What could have possibly given him that impression? Well, could it be that she was probably the most stubborn of his clients and tried to seduce him rather than return to Camelot. That sort of behaviour did tend to send out a message, one that Richard interpreted to mean "You're going to need this girl attached to you." Richard had not gotten this far, and endured this much just for her to run away, no, if there was one thing he was going to do it was to get his damned money. He had more than earnt it. In fact, he had probably earnt more than double it. "I haven't a clue." He replied sarcastically. While he was more than accepting of the fact that she was annoyed, and yes, it was understandable, and yes, he would be the same, he couldn't help but feel like she could be being a tad more civil towards him. Richard was a man who liked to talk, and prided himself in that he did so quite well. At the moment, however, he was sure any conversation with Caitrin would be largely repetitive, and her shouting at him. This was going to be a long journey.
"Yes, I would make you walk, and yes, I am this polite." He thought he was being polite. After all, he had given her a fair warning and it was a pure safety issue rather than some malicious desire to make her walk. Her words earnt her a small chuckle from him. She really was naive if she thought he was too much of a gentleman to make her walk. Well, he was a gentleman, that was usually his point, but in this instance he was willing to ignore chivalry. "Wouldn't I?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 9, 2011 10:40:28 GMT -5
Hmm. She was awake then. That was annoying. Richard had been enjoying the peace and quiet Caitrin’s unconscious state had brought with it. No doubt she would be angry, and, alright, he could hardly blame her for that, but if she hadn’t been so damn stubborn he would not have had resort to such matters. Her predicament was entirely her own fault.
“There’s no use trying to get it off.” He replied simply, half watching her attempts to free herself from the chain. He didn’t know exactly where he was going, so half of his concentration was focused on their surroundings, the other half was far too busy being pleased with himself. “As for “what the hell I did” I think that’s quite obvious.” He would have gestured to their surroundings with his hands, but he was holding the reigns and half supporting Caitrin. Hand gestures would have been so much better though. It was a sad time indeed when they were not possible. “I told you, I’m taking you back to your uncle.”
He had thought that much would have been obvious. Maybe she was suffering from some sort of memory loss – perhaps a side effect from the draught. Hmm. He quickly dismissed that idea, after all, she seemed perfectly at ease, or alright, not at ease but whatever, with him, so memory loss probably wasn’t something he had to worry about. Although it could have been useful. Next time he’d have a better plan. One that involved Caitrin quite time for a lot longer.
“I tied you up because otherwise you’d run away,” he raised a questioning eyebrow, “wouldn’t you?” Of course she would, he would have in her position. Even so, he wanted his damn money and he was going to get it. “Now will you stop moving so much, otherwise I’ll make you walk behind; the chain will stretch.”
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 8, 2011 11:50:38 GMT -5
Nothing here has been stolen from Neil Gaiman...
In response to Caitrin's question Richard just grinned at her with a sense of satisfaction. There. He knew everything would go to plan, he was Richard de Calys after all. Leaving her asleep on the bed, he stood up and stretched. He supposed it was actually a good thing she had been behaved the way she had, otherwise it would have just been endless stubbornnes, and neither of them would have got anywhere. As it was, Richard was now fully in control of the situation - an an unconscious Caitrin - and quite pleased about it.
His next task would be to start taking her back to her uncle. He supposed he could just carry her, she wouldn't be out that long, but by the time she did regain consciousness they would be far enough that there wouldn't be any choice but to continue. Another thought occured to him. What he needed was a string of some kind, ah! Sometimes his job was a life saver. Inside his pocket was a thin chain - procured for a favourite customer of his, and one that wouldn't mind Richard testing the merchandise. It was, however, no ordinary chain, and once an end had been tied to each of their wrists there was no way Caitrin was going to be able to run off. He didn't exactly know how he would get it off again, but he was sure to think of something later.
Once they were tied together he picked up the sleeping woman and carried her towards the door. It was a rather awkward operation - trying to open the door with only one hand and a woman in his arms, but he perservered and eventually the task was done. He had had more than his fair share of unpicking doorlocks after all.
He had thought, in his naivety, that going down the servants' way would be easier, as he would not have to go through the main room downstairs and answer no doubt endless questions about what he was doing. He had, however, forgotten that such a passage was not built for the purposes he needed. Another awkward task lay before him, and one that took a lot longer than he had wanted. Still, it meant he was outside without being spotted by anyone and that was the main thing.
Right. So far so good. Richard continued to carry Caitrin as far as the stables before setting her down in order to ready a horse. He chose what he thought was hers, leaving his own - which had been stolen yesterday - to the tavern owner. When the horse was ready he managed to slump Caitrin over it's back, climb on himself, and then adjusted both their positions to make it easier and far more comfortable. He'd never ridden with another person on his horse before, but he supposed it was a good deal easier when the passenger was awake. Even so, there was nothing he could do now, so, with an enormous sense of accomplishment he left the stables.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 7, 2011 16:27:25 GMT -5
Well, that was a nice and awkward question, and one Richard would rather not answer. No, he hadn't done this before. Usually whoever he was meant to be finding wasn't quite so...inappropriate. And even if they were, he wouldn't be going along with it. Either way, he'd never been in this position with a woman before, no matter what the context. How different was this going to be? Hmm. Stupid question. But it wasn't going to come to that anyway so it didn't matter. He just needed to convince Caitrin that he was quite in his element to dissuade any suspicions his actions may have aroused.
Ah, the lip biting was back it seemed, only this time he wasn't in a position to tell her to stop. Instead, he cocked his head and smirked. It seemed the plan was working, which was making him feel a lot better. He knew what he was doing, and why he was doing it and was starting to feel more in control. He just needed to keep up the pretence for a few more minutes, just while he worked out how to get the sleeping draught from his pocket. That shouldn't be too difficult. Slight-of-hand was one of his expertise, after all.
Caitrin, it seemed, was determined to make his job even easier. He had been trying to think of how he was going to get her to drink the sleeping draught, and then she provided him with the answer. Usually, he would be on the verge of a panic attack if he ended up on a bed with a woman lying down so suggestively. Right now, however, he was starting to see the advantages of just such a position. Rather awkwardly he shifted his body, joining her, but lying on his side, one elbow bent, fist pressed against his temple. So far, so good. But now for the tricky part.
Annoyingly, there was only one way he could think of to distract her while he got the small vial out of his pocket. This was not going to be an enjoyable experience, but one that he was going to have to endure if he wanted his money, and there was no way he was not going to get his money after this. If he managed to get Caitrin back to her uncle he definitely deserved it. Tenatatively he leant forwards, closed his eyes, thought of the money, and kissed her.
It was not an altogether unpleasant experience, but that could have been because his mind was more focussed on something his else. His hand reached into his pocket, found the small silver vial and using his thumb flicked it open. He was still kissing her, which was weird, but he could almost hear the chink of coins so it didn't matter.
After a few moments he pulled away, their lips were only a few centimetres apart but it was enough. He tipped the vial ever so slightly, allowing a few drops to fall into her mouth. That should be enough. Now it was just a matter of waiting for it to take effect.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 5, 2011 17:45:56 GMT -5
Richard laughed at her boasts, her enthusiasm reminded him of his brother. God, he hadn't seen Ector for over two years now. He was always enthusiastic. It didn't matter at all on the subject, he could talk about anything eagerly, always desperate for Richard's attention. It was strange, since leaving Cantia he hadn't given his family that much thought. Well, except his father, but those thoughts were not filled with fond memories, it was mainly the anger he felt. If it was not for his father he would not be bordering on penniless. But now, sat in some random tavern with a woman he'd only just met, he was reminded of his brother and of his life before this one.
Cantia was a world away now, and something he shouldn't be dwelling on, especially not in the company of someone such as Clarissa. He was sure she was up to something, and thoughts of Ector or his home were not going to help him ascertain what her intentions were.
"I'll take your word for it," he replied, his laughter subsiding now. She was certainly a spirited young woman, that was fore sure. Although whether that was a good thing or not he could not decide. While spirit could only be an advantage to those in their line of work - he was certain she was a thief too - it usually only benefited the owner of such a trait. To Richard it was likely to only be a hinderance.
Her reference to his awkwardness was in no way to surprising. Richard was well aware that he was not the best around women, especially those who insisted on behaving in very unladylike ways. Even so, he did not like to think of himself as awkward at all. It was not an attractive quality, and one that did not benefit him in anyway, so he chose to ignore it and instead focus on the latter part of her speech. He was in now way in any doubt that she could drink several nobles under the table - she had that sort of look about her. Richard, however, prided himself on his ability to remain sober. Alcohol dulled the wits, after all. "Well, none of those nobleman were Richard de Calys, now where they?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Oct 5, 2011 17:18:08 GMT -5
Hmm. Alright. So far, so good. It was not a position he would choose to be into, but it was one he was actually manage to cope with. This could only be progress. Less than ten minutes ago he'd wanted to run away, now he was trying to convince Caitrin that running away was the last thing on his mind. He thought he was doing quite a fine job, what Caitrin thought was quite a mystery, but she didn't appear to be aware that his intentions were not what they seemed. Or, if she did, she was rather good at hiding it.
Now, this was the tricky bit. He didn't actually know what to do now. His instincts were telling him to just go with it. He didn't like that plan. Just going with it was always a last resort that happened when all of his plans had failed. It didn't happen very often. Right now, however, he didn't even know how to plan anything. We're just going with it then, he thought dryly and put an arm around her waist, resulting in them being pressed further together. Brilliant. What next?
He needed to somehow get her into a position where he could administer the sleeping draught. The only problem was how to do that without her suspicions being aroused. This would be a lot easier if he actually knew what to do with women. Well this was embarrassing. "So..." he smirked, letting his eyes rest where they really didn't want to be. "Teach me what happens next."
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Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 21, 2011 14:43:03 GMT -5
Right. Richard could cope with this because this time he was in control and he had a plan and it would be over soon and damn it this was getting ridiculous. What was she going to do? Nothing he wouldn't be able to stop her doing. He just had to play along until he could get thr draught out of his pocket...and somehow into her mouth. Well this couldn't possibly go wrong.
He'd managed to convince Caitrin that this was his intention, or maybe she was just playing along, seeing how far he would go. Well, he didn't have to go very far, he was planning on her being unconscious before that happened.
She'd joined him on the bed, that was a start. Drugging her with the sleeping draught would probably prove more effective if he wasn't trying to throw it across the room. The hardest part now was convincing her that he'd had a change of heart and that he welcomed such advances. This could either be the most convincing lie he'd ever told, or it could go horribly wrong. It seemed with Richard there was barely any middle ground, and he doubted there was much with Caitrin either.
This time when she extended her leg he let his eyes linger, he wasn't sure exactly how long ones eyes should linger for, so he continued for a few seconds more than he thought he should, just to be on the safe side. If he was going to give off the impression of...such things then he needed to remember that everything was in the details. He readjusted himself so he was sat in a similar position to her, shuffling closer and matching her grin. "Well I've always been a visual learner." He replied whilst trying to remember just where in his clothing the draught had been hidden.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 21, 2011 13:14:19 GMT -5
It seemed they were both as stubborn as each other and now that Caitrin had stopped molesting him he was more at liberty to take control of the situation. When they were downstairs he had remembered a sleeping draught he had on his person that had been intended for another customer, but it was easy enough to acquire and this was an emergency. The only problem he faced now was how to use it... An idea came into his head, one that was promptly punched in the face and sent away from his brain. There was no way he was going that.
Nothing else was coming to him. Usually he had an abundance of ideas. There was something seriously wrong with him today. It was probably her fault. Any other day and he wouldn't even be contemplating the idea in his head right now, but then any other day he wouldn't be stuck in some woman's bed chamber. Desperate times did call for desperate measures.
He couldn't believe he was seriously thinking this was a good idea, but it was either that or they just sat there until one of them eventually gave in to the other. That could take years. It was this or nothing, and even if the plan did go horribly wrong he might be able to think of something else - if he was still alive.
With a sigh he nodded and looked up at Caitrin, "You're right. I am wasting my time." This had better bloody work. "So you must be right about the other thing too. Maybe I do need to lighten up." He raised his eyebrows in what he thought was a suggestive manner, he'd never done anything suggestive in his life, and especially not in front of a woman, but it was either this or lose money. "What was that idea of yours again?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 21, 2011 10:45:16 GMT -5
[Apologies for the lateness of this reply]
Yes, he was probably strange, but then he was living a strange life. Through his line of work he found himself mixing with all types of people, no doubt their...untraditional ways had had some sort of effect on the young duke. But a little strangeness was not a bad thing, and probably even helped him win over a few of his more unsavoury customers.
From what he had seen Clarissa could certainly be thought of as strange as well. She was certainl unladylike, none of the women he had met recently were ladylike, it seemed. He was beginning to question what 'ladylike' actually was. "You are not so normal yourself." He replied, with an almost smile across his lips. Normality was usually boring anyway, and he was sure Clarissa was the sort of woman who liked to think of herself as anything but normal. She was wearing trousers and straddling a chair after all.
He was slightly offended by her comment about him not having any fun. Everyone told him that. He did have fun, he had lots of fun, just not when he was working, which was something nobody else seemed to understand. When he was working he kept a sharp and clear mind, fun wasn't on the agenda. "I'm a duke, how much of a lightweight can I be?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 21, 2011 10:13:11 GMT -5
Oh gosh. That had actually worked. Well, of course it had worked, he was Richard de Calys after all. It seemed Caitrin had finally become bored of her stupid games and was now going to leave him alone. Now he could properly focus on the matter at hand, returning her to her uncle.
As soon as she stood up he felt a lot better. She was at a safe distance now, no touching whatsoever. This was much better, this was something Richard was good at. He could sit and talk for hours and not actually say anything, and no, that wasn't because he was one of those inane people who seem to think that conversation was the be all and end all of life. It was because he had perfected the art of words and could use them as he pleased, as long as Caitrin stayed over there.
Now that he was no longer feeling horribly uncomfortable, and the tiniest bit scared of her, he was definitely a lot more confident with the situation. She had had her fun and nothing had come of it, so chances were it would not happen again. With a renewed confidence he swung his legs onto the bed and arranged himself so he was sitting cross-legged. He wasn't going anywhere without her, no matter how much she protested. "You can suggest away." He just grinned at her, there was nothing like no longer being molested to raise your spirits. "And we both know you're very good at that, but I'm afraid it won't work. I want my money, so I'm not leaving without you."
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