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[ Well, Lambert had offered to buy him a drink and, after that shitshow of a mass dreaming, Childermass can't quite help but think that he might actually need one for once. That's why, against all possible belief -- for, surely, the witcher hadn't expected him to ever take the offer up -- he's walking into the Sly Seadog and taking a look around from the entryway. ]
[ No, the witcher certainly hadn't expected the magician to show up at the tavern, which he'll find in the Harbor District. It's an establishment that seems to have seen better days, though the rowdy chatter from the patrons inside -- a mix of man and monster, though the latter often look more rough-and-ready -- is lively enough.
There's no immediate sign of Lambert, though there is a loosely-gathered group of people that seem to be watching some spectacle, not visible from the doorway. More immediately, though, Childermass is going to have to contend with the bouncer on duty, a heavy-set chimera who grunts at him and tells him they're no tourist attraction -- if he isn't coming inside, he'd better get out of here. ]
There's no immediate sign of Lambert, though there is a loosely-gathered group of people that seem to be watching some spectacle, not visible from the doorway. More immediately, though, Childermass is going to have to contend with the bouncer on duty, a heavy-set chimera who grunts at him and tells him they're no tourist attraction -- if he isn't coming inside, he'd better get out of here. ]
[ That's what he gets for hanging out there, he supposes, simply giving the bouncer a nod and moving on into the tavern without causing a fuss. He does realize he looks a little out of place these days but it's not the first sailor dive he's been in, though those days were long since gone with his youth.
While he does mean to head for the bar and order something regardless of whether Lambert is here or not, it's hard to ignore the group gathered further into the tavern. So, he drifts that way first, curious to see what's happening. ]
While he does mean to head for the bar and order something regardless of whether Lambert is here or not, it's hard to ignore the group gathered further into the tavern. So, he drifts that way first, curious to see what's happening. ]
[ A contest, that much is clear from the murmured betting amongst the audience, but once Childermass gets close enough, he’ll actually see the competitors. A burly faun with impressive ram horns is fixed in an arm wrestling contest with Lambert, the muscles in their arms taut with tension as they try to pin the other down.
It’s a little hard to tell who’s winning at the moment, but the witcher’s mad grin reveals teeth more slightly pronounced than they used to be, and his fingers end in long, blunt claws. ]
Give it up, old goat. [ He sneers. ] We know who’s walking away from this.
[ The exertions of the evening — he’s already more than a few drinks in, that much is obvious— have the back of his shirt riding up, exposing a strip of sandy fur that disappears into his waistband. ]
It’s a little hard to tell who’s winning at the moment, but the witcher’s mad grin reveals teeth more slightly pronounced than they used to be, and his fingers end in long, blunt claws. ]
Give it up, old goat. [ He sneers. ] We know who’s walking away from this.
[ The exertions of the evening — he’s already more than a few drinks in, that much is obvious— have the back of his shirt riding up, exposing a strip of sandy fur that disappears into his waistband. ]
Edited 2019-08-29 02:24 (UTC)
[ Somehow he's not surprised. By finding the witcher here and that they have an arm-wrestling contest going both. Childermass will ease his way into a spot amongst the crowd, though not directly to the fore or in plain sight of Lambert. He's in no rush and he isn't about to stop any of their fun, even finding some amusement in watching it himself.
He would point out they're both walking away, technically, but, again, he's not here to ruin anyone's fun. Quietly watching will have to do for now. ]
He would point out they're both walking away, technically, but, again, he's not here to ruin anyone's fun. Quietly watching will have to do for now. ]
[ Lambert isn’t so monstrous as some of the tavern’s other patrons, but he seems curiously strong despite that, or at least confident he’s a match for it. Muscles in shoulders all tense one after the other as he really puts his back into it for one last push, hands shaking as they vie for triumph.
With a resounding slam, the faun’s arm hits the table and there’s a mix of cheering from the winners and groans of disgust from the losers, muttering about how they can believe he’s still going, he’s been at it all night! Lambert laughs and straightens; the bartender calls to him to bstop breaking his co-worker’s arms just because he’s done for the night. ]
With a resounding slam, the faun’s arm hits the table and there’s a mix of cheering from the winners and groans of disgust from the losers, muttering about how they can believe he’s still going, he’s been at it all night! Lambert laughs and straightens; the bartender calls to him to bstop breaking his co-worker’s arms just because he’s done for the night. ]
[ That Lambert's been at this all night is a skeptical claim to Childermass but he's not the one making it himself, so, perhaps more believable. He takes in the general banter among the tavern-goers, the bartender yelling at him, and comes away with the general idea that the witcher works here regularly enough for everyone to know him.
It means he's definitely the outsider here right now but, as usual, Childermass isn't about to let that bother him. Instead, he'll just linger where he took up watching from while the other patrons depart and the faun grumbles and cusses under his breath before getting up to leave.
Only once it's a tiny bit quieter — it's a tavern, so actual quiet is impossible — will he speak up. ]
I suppose this means your muscles are more than just for looks after all.
[ Which is a joke in itself, considering Lambert isn't exactly an adonis amongst men to begin with here. ]
It means he's definitely the outsider here right now but, as usual, Childermass isn't about to let that bother him. Instead, he'll just linger where he took up watching from while the other patrons depart and the faun grumbles and cusses under his breath before getting up to leave.
Only once it's a tiny bit quieter — it's a tavern, so actual quiet is impossible — will he speak up. ]
I suppose this means your muscles are more than just for looks after all.
[ Which is a joke in itself, considering Lambert isn't exactly an adonis amongst men to begin with here. ]
[ It’s easy enough to place the voice once he hears it, distinct as it is, and Lambert’s mouth twists up into a smirk when he sees the magician, raising his brows. ]
I can give you a personal demonstration, if you want. [ He leers, before he rocks his weight back on his heels and laughs. There’s an edge to it, if Childermass looks closer, something taut and tired around his eyes — a witcher can get by on little sleep, but Lambert has extra reason to be wary of going to bed these days. ]
Didn’t think you’d actually show up. Witch school that boring already?
I can give you a personal demonstration, if you want. [ He leers, before he rocks his weight back on his heels and laughs. There’s an edge to it, if Childermass looks closer, something taut and tired around his eyes — a witcher can get by on little sleep, but Lambert has extra reason to be wary of going to bed these days. ]
Didn’t think you’d actually show up. Witch school that boring already?
I've very little interest in a broken wrist, so I'm afraid I'll have to pass.
[ That, at least, is likely less of a surprise. Childermass isn't weak by any means but he's not that, whatever the hell a witcher is. Now that the crowd is dispersing, he'll walk closer to the table and raise his eyebrows a hint as he looks down at Lambert. That tired look isn't too far off from his own...
But he won't mention it. He just shrugs. ]
And I felt like being contrary today.
[ And so here he is. ]
[ That, at least, is likely less of a surprise. Childermass isn't weak by any means but he's not that, whatever the hell a witcher is. Now that the crowd is dispersing, he'll walk closer to the table and raise his eyebrows a hint as he looks down at Lambert. That tired look isn't too far off from his own...
But he won't mention it. He just shrugs. ]
And I felt like being contrary today.
[ And so here he is. ]
Well, your loss. Still, can’t let you come all this way for nothing, so let’s get you that drink. [ Lambert straightens, then nods to the bar, indicating Childermass should follow him in finding a seat at it. He leans over the counter to speak to the bartender, though not before looking to the witch. ]
So, what’s your poison today?
So, what’s your poison today?
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YOU GOING OR NOT
[ No one's told him he's not texting correctly yet. ]
[ No one's told him he's not texting correctly yet. ]
[ Lambert's not going to be the one to tell him, but-- ]
don't know where you're asking about going so probably not
don't know where you're asking about going so probably not
Edited 2019-09-01 17:27 (UTC)
[ Childermass will do just that, trailing along after and grabbing a barstool next to where the witcher ends up. ]
Beer's fine. [ Even if he cared to drink more often, he wouldn't even fathom ordering anything else in a tavern like this one. Beer's going to be cheap, which means its the staple of place serving a rougher crowd. ] Or whatever you get normally, I suppose. I'm not really picky about it.
Beer's fine. [ Even if he cared to drink more often, he wouldn't even fathom ordering anything else in a tavern like this one. Beer's going to be cheap, which means its the staple of place serving a rougher crowd. ] Or whatever you get normally, I suppose. I'm not really picky about it.
[ Okay, but bitches turn Geralt on so... ]
oh
then no because like fuck i’m getting ordered around again
what about you?
oh
then no because like fuck i’m getting ordered around again
what about you?
[ Die jealous of Eskel and Geralt's weird Spartan homoerotic upbringing ]
YEAH
YEAH
gross
have fun i guess
i get your stuff if you die right
have fun i guess
i get your stuff if you die right
Edited 2019-09-02 10:28 (UTC)
[ That gets him a smirk over the witcher’s shoulder. ]
You don’t want what I usually get. Beer it is, then.
[ At least it makes for less money to spend. It’ll take the bartender a few minutes to get their drinks together, so until then— ]
So, do I get your name now?
You don’t want what I usually get. Beer it is, then.
[ At least it makes for less money to spend. It’ll take the bartender a few minutes to get their drinks together, so until then— ]
So, do I get your name now?
[ Well, alright. He won't ask what he usually gets, then, but he'll definitely keep an eye out for what the bartender ends up serving the witcher. ]
Took you long enough to ask, didn't it? [ Childermass comments, totally unhelpful, but he won't leave Lambert's question hanging for long. ] John Childermass.
Took you long enough to ask, didn't it? [ Childermass comments, totally unhelpful, but he won't leave Lambert's question hanging for long. ] John Childermass.
[ Perhaps not that surprisingly, the mix Lambert's ordered for himself has the barkeep reaching up for wicked-looking bottles on the higher shelves. ]
What, were you waiting for me to? [ John Childermass. It's an odd name, which makes for easy remembering. ]
What, were you waiting for me to? [ John Childermass. It's an odd name, which makes for easy remembering. ]
too late i already hired a whole brothel to trash the place while you're gone
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