Chapter 8: A Day in Town
Renata and Pyro Renata and Pyro paired off and walked into town. "So, what does that backpack carry anyway? A flame-thrower?" she asked. "Actually, it does. Two of them. You'd think they were heavy. But it's not that bad. The ends of them go to each of my hands. So I just reach up behind my backpack, switch it on and the rest is history.... Literally," Pyro smirked. "Ok well, please stop showing off. Yes, it's cool but it does get on my nerves sometimes. You can act arrogant sometimes." "Sorry, I'll stop then. I promise." "It's ok. Just stop is all I'm saying. Well, we need weapons, and different clothes. I need something fitting to my name, and so do you." Pyro suddenly spotted a tailor. They looked at each other and ran off. The tailor greeted them. Once each described their outfit, he seemed pleased that Pyro and Renata's outfits were a challenge. The tailor agreed to be paid the next morning, when they picked up their clothes. Pyro's outfit was to be a brown and orange two-piece leather suit (for a pic go to photos). It included black gloves. Renata's outfit was slightly more complicated. She had a two-piece, black
legging-material suit. The pants were tight to allow movement, yet were comfortable, and they included a hole where her tail could protrude (though she will continue to use her inducer, which would cover up the hole). The shirt was of similar material and tight fitting. Yet the shirt included red strips that extended from the shoulder and ran both front and back. The shoulder part extended from side to side to a point. The outfit included cream colored gloves and
red boots. (again for pix look at photos. I did the best I could, they were complicated). Renata looked at Pyro. "And how are we paying for these again? We have no money." "Yeah, but I figured something out. We change into our new clothes tomorrow. We promise the tailor we'll come back and we sell the clothes we're wearing now. In case you haven't noticed. It's pretty decent material, and it look's like these people could use some good
material." "Ok, I hope your right. Look! A blacksmith! I could use some weapons." "Well, I have my flame-thrower, but I could use a dagger and a sword in case they take my backpack." Renata and Pyro each ordered their weapons. Renata: a crossbow, sword (with a sling in order to carry it on her back), and dagger and Pyro: a sword and dagger as well. They struck the same deal as with the tailor and promised to pay for the weapons when they picked them up. As they walked they decided to explore a bit of the village while they waited for everyone else to finish. It seemed only an hour or so until sunset and they decided to go to the inn. They were the first ones there, so they picked out a table for the 9 of them and waited. They talked about the events of the day. "I gotta admit Pyro, those horses were pretty cool. But why did you want to attack my friends at the spa earlier...today I guess, or last night?" "Well, I remember what junior high was like for you, you know. I didn't want the same thing to happen again. I'm older than you, so I'm responsible to look out for you." "But you're the same grade as me! And you're only a year older! It's not that much. ACK! I let you look out for me too much in junior high. High school changed me you know." "Yeah I know. It's hard to let go of my position of big brother and protector you know." "Ok...but please let me fight my own battles now. I DO have my own powers you know. Sides, I got my inducer now. Everything will be fine." They were interrupted by the sound of people entering the bar of the inn.
Cassie and Casey With her newly acquired sword, Cassie figured she had two options. She could either go get more weapons, or get something to hold her sword for now and buy stuff later. With the extra money she stole from the guy with the sword, she didn't have any monetary issues. She saw the blacksmith's shop before anything else and headed over to get some special requests. She requested three daggers, all personalized, an axe, and, in case she ever ran into that guy with the sword again, a whip. You never knew when things like that would come in handy. "Al'ight, for these 5 items, that'll be 30 silve' pieces, Miss." the blacksmith requested. "30? I need these by tomorrow. So if I give you 40, could you do that for me?" Cassie queried. "40 silve' pieces? Why gladly! I'll 'ave 'em ready by tomorro' then miss." Cassie nodded her thanks and left the building. She now had her extra weaponry, with added whip, and now she needed to get a new wardrobe. She walked for a while, but couldn't find a dress shop easily. So she stopped in at the inn for a drink and directions. Figuring that age limits on drinking were now null and void, she ordered ale and sat down in a darker corner. She listened in on a few conversations, until she found one of interest. "That Godfrey fellow's at it again." an elderly man said to his younger companion. "Oh? What's he gone and done now?" "Well, I heard he just tried to scout out another city to take over. Some local chaps just were in Greenwich field when they happened upon some charred fellows. Bore the crest of Godfrey they did. So they reported it to some other chaps, and it's spreading like wildfire in
the town." "Amazing. Didn't think he had the gall, considering last time." another eavesdropper commented. "Well, he did. And some knights rode through here and are off to report it to the king. Delightful chaps they are. Always so helpful." "And not too bad for 10 silver pieces neither." one of the local bar wenches slurred and promptly passed out. "Looks like Lola's had one too many mugs of ale!" the local folk broke into peals of raucous laughter at the drunken wench. "So that's the story then, eh?" "Looks like it. They say that that Casey chap, you know, Godfrey's favorite, may be wanderin' around without a horse, since there were 5 sets of horse prints, but no one knows if that's true. Probably just speculation that is. Besides, no one rightly knows what he looks like, seeing as everyone he battles with dies. Formidable opponent, he is!" Cassie grinned, having heard enough to gather that the man who she stole from was named Casey, paid for her drink, and left, after getting directions to the local clothing shop. She found it without much difficulty and entered. "May I help you dear?" an elderly woman asked. "Why yes. I'm looking to sell this dress and buy some clothing. Preferably something fit for a swordswoman, if you have anything." "Well, I can help you with selling your dress, but swordfighting clothing would have to be sold at the male shop, just down the way there." "Well, thank you for your help. I'll return and sell you my dress when I'm done over there." "You're quite welcome dear." Cassie left the store in pursuit of the male shop. She entered with little trepidation. However, upon entering, the few men stared at her. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to whom she assumed was the head tailor. "Excuse me sir, I need to buy a wardrobe fit for swordfighting. I was told I could come here to purchase clothing." "Ah, yes madam. If you'll wait one moment, I'll be right with you. Feel free to peruse the materials." the man said, then went back to his customer. Cassie wandered over to the shelves and felt the materials. She was looking for something cottony and light, so she wouldn't get too warm during the day. She found the perfect material. After little hassle with the clerk, she received one outfit right away, and put in an order for 10 more of the same, for a grand total of 20 silver pieces and 8 copper. She thanked the man and left to return to the other shop to sell her dress. The same old woman was there to help her, and gave her 100 silver pieces for the dress, as the material was very fine and the style extremely rare. While still in the store, she bought a matching beret to put her hair up and get it out of her face. That was another 8 silver pieces. Though she didn't mind as she already had a fortune, thanks to that Casey fellow, she thanked the woman and left the store. She ventured to what could be considered a luggage store. She got a leather rucksack (25 silver pieces), a purse (8 silver pieces, 2 copper), and 6 belts (a grand total of 2 gold pieces). She thanked the owner and headed back to the men's clothing store, having forgotten to get shoes. So she browsed the selection and chose some sturdy hiking boot like shoes. She put in an order for 3 pairs of those, for another 24 silver pieces, and headed back to the inn for another drink. After this drink she would go to the jewelry shop and browse around, see if they had anything shiny. She guestimated the time to be about 3 o'clock, which gave her another 2-3 hours till dusk, when they met up again. So she ordered another ale and sat at the previous table. She gathered her hair up and put on the beret to keep it up and out of her face. However just as she was about to take a sip of her ale, a voice interrupted her. "That's a lovely outfit," a silky voice said from the shadows. "Who are you? What do you want?" she said slightly panicked. "I could ask you the same question, considering you sat at my table." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll move." she prepared to get up. "It's quite alright. It's pleasant to have a charming young lady sit at my table." Cassie blushed at this. She didn't know why, perhaps it was the ale? Or maybe just the way he said it? But either way, she got sort of flustered. "What's your name?" she asked with a smile. "My name is Rocelinus. And yours?" "I'm Cassie. So, what's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" she figured the standard pick-up lines could be used in a place like this. Especially since none had been heard before. "I am by no means nice." "One of those naughty boys then?" "I can be, when the occasion calls for it." "That's encouraging." she drank some more ale. "Can I buy you a drink?" "You would be willing to?" "Of course." "I would offer to buy you one, but alas, someone I ran into stole both my sword and my purse, leaving me broke. And my horse left as well." "I'm sorry. That's a bad situation to be in." "Bad doesn't begin to describe it." Cassie approached the bar and purchased the drinks, when it dawned on her. That guy wasn't named Rocelinus, he was Casey. It all fit. Stolen sword, stolen money, and horse ran away. She grinned to herself. So, sexy voice, sexy body... so far it was a good lookout. She returned to the table and put the ale in front of him. "Here's your drink. Bottoms up!" and she started chugging. That's when it dawned on her. She'd never had any alcoholic drinks before; she had no tolerance for alcohol. She put the ale down and decided to call it quits while she was ahead. She got up dizzily and sat back down. "Are you alright Cassie?" "Rocelin" asked. "Oh yeah, I'm fine Casey. Thank you for asking." Casey was shocked. She knew his identity? But how! That was impossible. No one knew who he was! He was like a mystery person, a shadow, a phantom. Observing her actions led him to conclude that she was most likely drunk, so it wouldn't be too hard to get information out of her. "How is it you know my name?" "I beat you in a battle." she giggled. "Got your sword and everything!" "Really? And where is my sword?" "I got it. It's mine now. You can't have it." "Alright then. Well, thank you for the drink, my dear. I'll be seeing you very soon." "Oh good. You're a sexy sexy man, didya know that?" she grinned. He gave a slight bow and left. "Why yes my dear, I do know that." He grinned evilly and decided to start on his way to the castle. He could hide in the forest and then steal a horse and go back. Cassie was still sitting at the table. She grinned. She'd hit it
off with a cool guy, well; one who was sexy and she could beat in battle. She waited about 10 more minutes, then chanced getting up again. It worked rather well, and she headed for the jewelry shop to peruse the shinys. Looking at the setting sun, she gave herself about 20 minutes before she had to go meet up with the others for dinner. So she browsed around and headed back, seeing nothing of interest. She arrived a little late, and so looked around for Nata and her friend. So before she started looking in earnest, she grabbed another ale, and looked around.
Sherry and Harry Sherry wandered into town. She didn't know what she wanted to buy, but she was sure that everyone else would end up getting weapons of sort and getting out of the damn dresses. Sherry was okay in hers for the mean time and weapons weren't exactly her specialty. Though, she did rather miss her robot. "Oh shit! The competition! Oh god! What am I going to do? Everyone is counting on me tomorrow morning! I have to drive..." Sherry continued to ramble to herself while stopping in the
middle of the road. Though, she wasn't quite aware that it was the middle of the road at the time, until.... "Whoa! Easy there buddy almost ran into a lady there." Sherry quickly turned around to find herself looking up at a man sitting on top of a white horse. He wore a simple white, long sleeved shirt and a leather vest over it with black pants/hosen whatever you call them things. On his feet were big, black, riding boots. Shit! We are in the medieval ages. Strange, Sherry thought to herself... The man jumped down from his horse. "I have to apologize for that," he said as he bowed to Sherry. "I'm still training my horse here. He and I still haven't gotten used to each other yet," and he patted the horse's mane. Sherry stared at him as he spoke. He had a strong English accent and there was something about the airiness of his words that made him different from the other boys of her time. Stupid Jesuit boys. "Oh! I'm sorry... I'm being a complete prat here. My name is Harry Marchés. I don't believe I've seen you around this town before." Sherry stopped her staring when she realized that she was being addressed. "I... Oh... Uhm..." She stumbled around for some words to say to him. He laughed a hearty laugh at her uneasiness. "My name is Sherry. I'm not from around these parts. I've been traveling for a while now with some friends." "Well then, Sherry, if you don't mind, may I show you around town? Wouldn't wanting you to get yourself lost, now would we?" "Oh, that'd be perfectly alright." He took her arm and led her around town. Harry showed Sherry most of the town and offered to buy her some things that she seemed to like. She kindly refused his offers and said that she didn't want anything. But upon seeing a lovely necklace with a bead entrapped by a couple of dolphins, he insisted on buying
it for her. No point on insisting when he already paid up for it. lol. So he immediately put it around her neck and admired how it looked on her. She quickly blushed at his stare. Though, they did stop by in a tailor to get her dress altered just a tad. Harry noticed that part of her dress was snagged and thought that she might like to have it fixed. Fixed is probably not the right word. lol. Sherry had her dress completely altered. The sleeves were completely shortened and the skirt hiked up a bit just below the knees to allow for easy mobility. A scandal for the day, but she wasn't part of the day, now was she? The corset was completely disposed of because Sherry couldn't breathe, but then she couldn't breathe with Harry around even without it. (*winks* just a little something for you all... lol) But the tailor gave her something else for support instead, thankfully. lol. Noticing the style of the dress, Harry had to ask, "You're definitely not from around here, are you?" What could Sherry say to this? "Well... do I give that way that much? How about I explain everything to you at dinner?" Sherry asked with a smile. "You can meet my friends too. Oh, that might be a bad idea," she trailed... "Oh, I wouldn't mind having dinner with you." Harry responded, "Uhh... and your friends," he quickly added. Odd silence captivated both of them. "Uhm... One more question: What could you have possibly been doing to get that big of a rip in your dress?" "Oh well my friends and I were in the woods at the time and there seemed to be people chasing this one guy. He basically scared the living crap out of me and I probably stepped on my dress in some way to make it rip. I'm not used to them being this long." "Ah, I understand. Though, you seem to be weaponless. Perhaps you should take this for when you're out in the woods next time." He pulled out a nice small dagger, just big enough to keep in a pouch, which he also gave to Sherry. "Just for precaution. Wouldn't wanting anything to happen to you, now do we?" He said with a smile. Sherry looked into the pouch and discovered in there something else. She pulled it out and realized that it was her mini tool kit! "Oh! I found that on the roadside coming into town. I don't know what it is, but..." he trailed off noticing that Sherry seemed to take a liking to it. "I suppose you could have it, though what you would want with it, I'm not sure. I have no use for it so keep it." "I... Err... actually this is mine. I've been looking for it. How I can explain that to you, I'm not sure, but it is indeed mine." "Okay then, I'm happy to have found it for you then." He smiled at her again. Okay, what am I doing? Why am I blushing? I don't... I'm not... No no no... Goddamnit! I don't want to be here anymore! I want to go home and play with the robot again Sherry thought to herself. The voices were making so much noise that she couldn't hear Harry as he
was telling her about himself and his position as knight for the king and all that other blah. Sherry wanted to stop from walking into the inn and just break down crying right then and there because she was completely overwhelmed by all that happened and it just then sinking in. Nah... perhaps later. No point in walking in with water logged eyes for the moment. Harry offered his arm to Sherry as they walked into the inn...
Sabrina and Rion "ARG!" Rion protested as Sabrina pulled him off to one of the shops. "How did I get stuck with you?" he asked pulling his hand out of her grasp and stopping. Looking down on her. "Cause we did rock paper scissors and I lost." "Rock, paper scissors? What's a scissor?" he asked following her to the nearest shop. "Umm.well." she faltered ".it's a.never mind. We drew.erm.lots.that's it we drew lots to see who had to go with you and explain the reason why you were transported about 50 miles to this town." she concluded. "Believe me...I would NOT have volunteered." Sabrina added as an afterthought. "Oh so good looks and charm don't work on you do they?" Rion replied obviously trying to joke. "No actually they DON'T!" Sabrina replied shortly. As they entered the shop, Sabrina realized that she didn't have any money. She decided to remedy this by trading in her dress for her new clothes. As much as she liked it, the dress was definitely not suitable for traveling. She walked into the shop Rion trailing behind her and asked the shopkeeper how much he could buy her dress for. He came around the counter, examined the dress and determined that he would buy it for 100 silver pieces. Puzzled, Sabrina took Rion to the side and asked him to explain the currency here. "Well I can conclude that you guys are foreigners then huh?" he remarked with a grin. "Yes," Sabrina snapped. "I'll explain everything to you when the blacksmith is making my sword." Rion quirked his eyebrow, "Your sword? So do girls know how to." His voice faltered under the death glare that Sabrina gave him and he promptly explained the currency. "One gold piece is equal to 25 gold pieces, and one silver piece is equal to 40 bronze pieces. So if your dress is 100 gold pieces then you'll have 2,500 silver pieces to spend on.." "I can do math thank you very much" Sabrina interrupted. "Sheesh! Sorry I'm just trying to help.I wasn't sure if you could.um.never mind."
he said, and sat down on a chair in the corner. Sabrina walked up to the shopkeeper and said that she would like to sell her dress and
purchase clothes. "Oh yes come this way..." he said leading Sabrina to the back of the shop. Rion followed dutifully despite the glare that Sabrina gave him. "We have a lovely selection of dresses, formal and casual all on sale for." Sabrina interrupted him, "do you have anything other than dresses?" "Why.erm.yes we have men's clothing if your husband is interested." At this Rion burst out laughing but manages to turn his laugh into a cough. He need not
have though, because the shopkeeper had turned around and was rummaging through crates of clothes. Sabrina turned to glare at Rion and said through gritted teeth: "He's not.were not..." "AHA!" the shopkeeper exclaimed. "Well if not men's clothes, then I'm assuming that this is what you had in mind?" he said putting the lid off a very dusty box. One of our seamstresses decided to make this as an erm.joke.but might this be what you seek?" he said holding up a red outfit (see the pic on my file for details lol). It Rion's jaw dropped as the shopkeeper held it up, "No I'm sure she doesn't want
that sir, maybe something more appropriate for a lady." Sabrina wheeled around shooting another death glare at Rion who promptly clamped his mouth shut. "I'll take it," Sabrina said and proceeded to search for a cloak. She decided on a black one and then went to the curtained changing area to try on her new outfit. Upon taking off her dress, Sabrina found that she was unable to take off her corset herself. Embarrassed she called to the shopkeeper. "Um.could you please call someone to help me take off this blasted torture device?" "Torture device?" the shopkeeper replied quizzically. "Erm...this corset I mean.is there anyone who knows how to take these things off?" Scandalized, the shopkeeper went off to get his wife. After the offending device was removed, and the outfit paid for, Sabrina and Rion headed off to the blacksmith's shop. As they walked down the street to the shop, Sabrina noticed that people were giving her strange looks and whispering to each other. Sabrina shrugged off these looks and proceeded to go into the blacksmith's shop. A bell chimed as they walked into the shop and the blacksmith walked out form the back room. He greeted Rion and asked how he could help him today. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Ask her," he said stepping aside. Sabrina decided to forgive the blacksmith for his talking to Rion instead of her because she had after all been bending over looking at the swords on display. She stood up holding up a shiny silver broadsword. "How long would it take you to make this?" she asked the blacksmith. "Well actually," he said, "someone just bought one the other day, and since we usually only keep one spare other than the display, we are making another one. It is cooling and being inscribed right now, so it will be ready in about a half hour." "Perfect. " said Sabrina. "And how much will that be?" "One gold piece please," said the man and Sabrina took out her coin purse (red to match her outfit of course ;) ) and paid for the sword. "Let's go outside and I'll explain everything to you," Sabrina said dragging Rion from the sword display. They found a place on the grass outside and Sabrina proceeded to tell him the story of how they had been transported to the past. "Whether you decide to stay with us and help is entirely up to you, but I assume that we will be trying to find our way back." she concluded. "Well.I guess the honorable thing would be to stay with you ladies.for protection of course.I mean you are girls after a -." He was cut off however by an anime-ish smack upside the head which rendered him unconscious in an anime like fashion with a giant bump on his head. "Hrmph." Sabrina said leaving him outside dazed, and going to get her sword. She also chose a dagger and hid it in her anime-style high boot, which the shopkeeper had given her free of charge with her 20 silver piece purchase of clothing. She also bought a sling for her sword so she was able to carry it on her back as they traveled. She walked back out of the blacksmith and pulled a still-dazed Rion to his feet. They walked off to the agreed meeting place and met up with the rest of the group for dinner. Sabrina and Rion arrived at the inn early. The looked around for the others and determining that they were alone, decided to buy drinks. "So," Rion asked, "What will you have?" "Um.I'll take a sprite with no ice," she said (as this was her usual answer whenever she was asked what she would like to drink). Rion eyed her curiously. "We'll take two waters please," he told the puzzled bartender. "What? Water?" she sputtered. "Yes water." You are in the middle ages Sabrina.no sprite with no ice as you call it. "Um...oops?" Sabrina replied as she bit her lip in frustration (she HATED being corrected) The bartender slid two glasses down to them. They sat in silence, and suddenly Sabrina smelled smoke. "Argg," she whined, "I'm going outside.I can't stand that smell." "Don't go too far," he called to her. "As if you can order me around." she called back haughtily. "I can do whatever I want." As Sabrina stalked off, Rion sighed, drained his glass and followed her. She had jumped the gate and was feeding the sheep that were grazing in the Town Square. Rion walked up to the fence her and leaned on the gate. Indignant at the fact that he had followed her, Sabrina then proceeded to open the gate causing him to fall over. He caught himself as Sabrina sat upon the said gate. She sat there patting the sheep that had followed her to the rail. Rion broke the silence by asking "Now how exactly do you plan on getting back to your time? You do have a plan don't you? Then again.girls aren't really that good about planning ahead now are they." Rion said with a smirk, knowing very well that he had invoked the wrath of the diminutive freshman sitting next to him. Sabrina went to smack him upside the head but as his comment was purposely baited, he reached up to block her hand. Undaunted, Sabrina phased through his hand and hit him anyway. "How did you do that?" he exclaimed. "I'm talented?" "Yes I know you are.but no one's that talented." "Well...erm.. I.um.I'll explain later," she said uneasily, not sure how much she should tell him until she had a chance to talk to the others. "Oh look!" Sabrina suddenly exclaimed seeing Sherry round a corner towards the inn. "There's Sherry! oOOo I like her dress.And there's someone else." she said darkly, getting off the fence and starting towards her. "Wait a second." Rion said grabbing her sword sling pulling her back, "I think he's with her." Sabrina looked shocked at Sherry, saw her and the stranger link arms and walk into the inn. She looked up and glared at Rion. "Ok you can let go now," she said impatiently as he released the sling, causing the sword to clink on her back. "Owww you prat.what was that for?" "An accident sorry." "Whatever.I'll race you to the inn!" She suddenly exclaimed and bounded towards the old moss covered building. Sabrina beat Rion and was inside the building and pulling in the process of pulling out her chair when he started to say "Wait.I'll do." he was silenced by a glare as Sabrina deliberately and exaggeratedly pulled out the chair for herself and sat down. Wincing slightly he proceeded to pull out a chair for himself and sat down.
Renata and Pyro Renata and Pyro paired off and walked into town. "So, what does that backpack carry anyway? A flame-thrower?" she asked. "Actually, it does. Two of them. You'd think they were heavy. But it's not that bad. The ends of them go to each of my hands. So I just reach up behind my backpack, switch it on and the rest is history.... Literally," Pyro smirked. "Ok well, please stop showing off. Yes, it's cool but it does get on my nerves sometimes. You can act arrogant sometimes." "Sorry, I'll stop then. I promise." "It's ok. Just stop is all I'm saying. Well, we need weapons, and different clothes. I need something fitting to my name, and so do you." Pyro suddenly spotted a tailor. They looked at each other and ran off. The tailor greeted them. Once each described their outfit, he seemed pleased that Pyro and Renata's outfits were a challenge. The tailor agreed to be paid the next morning, when they picked up their clothes. Pyro's outfit was to be a brown and orange two-piece leather suit (for a pic go to photos). It included black gloves. Renata's outfit was slightly more complicated. She had a two-piece, black
legging-material suit. The pants were tight to allow movement, yet were comfortable, and they included a hole where her tail could protrude (though she will continue to use her inducer, which would cover up the hole). The shirt was of similar material and tight fitting. Yet the shirt included red strips that extended from the shoulder and ran both front and back. The shoulder part extended from side to side to a point. The outfit included cream colored gloves and
red boots. (again for pix look at photos. I did the best I could, they were complicated). Renata looked at Pyro. "And how are we paying for these again? We have no money." "Yeah, but I figured something out. We change into our new clothes tomorrow. We promise the tailor we'll come back and we sell the clothes we're wearing now. In case you haven't noticed. It's pretty decent material, and it look's like these people could use some good
material." "Ok, I hope your right. Look! A blacksmith! I could use some weapons." "Well, I have my flame-thrower, but I could use a dagger and a sword in case they take my backpack." Renata and Pyro each ordered their weapons. Renata: a crossbow, sword (with a sling in order to carry it on her back), and dagger and Pyro: a sword and dagger as well. They struck the same deal as with the tailor and promised to pay for the weapons when they picked them up. As they walked they decided to explore a bit of the village while they waited for everyone else to finish. It seemed only an hour or so until sunset and they decided to go to the inn. They were the first ones there, so they picked out a table for the 9 of them and waited. They talked about the events of the day. "I gotta admit Pyro, those horses were pretty cool. But why did you want to attack my friends at the spa earlier...today I guess, or last night?" "Well, I remember what junior high was like for you, you know. I didn't want the same thing to happen again. I'm older than you, so I'm responsible to look out for you." "But you're the same grade as me! And you're only a year older! It's not that much. ACK! I let you look out for me too much in junior high. High school changed me you know." "Yeah I know. It's hard to let go of my position of big brother and protector you know." "Ok...but please let me fight my own battles now. I DO have my own powers you know. Sides, I got my inducer now. Everything will be fine." They were interrupted by the sound of people entering the bar of the inn.
Cassie and Casey With her newly acquired sword, Cassie figured she had two options. She could either go get more weapons, or get something to hold her sword for now and buy stuff later. With the extra money she stole from the guy with the sword, she didn't have any monetary issues. She saw the blacksmith's shop before anything else and headed over to get some special requests. She requested three daggers, all personalized, an axe, and, in case she ever ran into that guy with the sword again, a whip. You never knew when things like that would come in handy. "Al'ight, for these 5 items, that'll be 30 silve' pieces, Miss." the blacksmith requested. "30? I need these by tomorrow. So if I give you 40, could you do that for me?" Cassie queried. "40 silve' pieces? Why gladly! I'll 'ave 'em ready by tomorro' then miss." Cassie nodded her thanks and left the building. She now had her extra weaponry, with added whip, and now she needed to get a new wardrobe. She walked for a while, but couldn't find a dress shop easily. So she stopped in at the inn for a drink and directions. Figuring that age limits on drinking were now null and void, she ordered ale and sat down in a darker corner. She listened in on a few conversations, until she found one of interest. "That Godfrey fellow's at it again." an elderly man said to his younger companion. "Oh? What's he gone and done now?" "Well, I heard he just tried to scout out another city to take over. Some local chaps just were in Greenwich field when they happened upon some charred fellows. Bore the crest of Godfrey they did. So they reported it to some other chaps, and it's spreading like wildfire in
the town." "Amazing. Didn't think he had the gall, considering last time." another eavesdropper commented. "Well, he did. And some knights rode through here and are off to report it to the king. Delightful chaps they are. Always so helpful." "And not too bad for 10 silver pieces neither." one of the local bar wenches slurred and promptly passed out. "Looks like Lola's had one too many mugs of ale!" the local folk broke into peals of raucous laughter at the drunken wench. "So that's the story then, eh?" "Looks like it. They say that that Casey chap, you know, Godfrey's favorite, may be wanderin' around without a horse, since there were 5 sets of horse prints, but no one knows if that's true. Probably just speculation that is. Besides, no one rightly knows what he looks like, seeing as everyone he battles with dies. Formidable opponent, he is!" Cassie grinned, having heard enough to gather that the man who she stole from was named Casey, paid for her drink, and left, after getting directions to the local clothing shop. She found it without much difficulty and entered. "May I help you dear?" an elderly woman asked. "Why yes. I'm looking to sell this dress and buy some clothing. Preferably something fit for a swordswoman, if you have anything." "Well, I can help you with selling your dress, but swordfighting clothing would have to be sold at the male shop, just down the way there." "Well, thank you for your help. I'll return and sell you my dress when I'm done over there." "You're quite welcome dear." Cassie left the store in pursuit of the male shop. She entered with little trepidation. However, upon entering, the few men stared at her. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to whom she assumed was the head tailor. "Excuse me sir, I need to buy a wardrobe fit for swordfighting. I was told I could come here to purchase clothing." "Ah, yes madam. If you'll wait one moment, I'll be right with you. Feel free to peruse the materials." the man said, then went back to his customer. Cassie wandered over to the shelves and felt the materials. She was looking for something cottony and light, so she wouldn't get too warm during the day. She found the perfect material. After little hassle with the clerk, she received one outfit right away, and put in an order for 10 more of the same, for a grand total of 20 silver pieces and 8 copper. She thanked the man and left to return to the other shop to sell her dress. The same old woman was there to help her, and gave her 100 silver pieces for the dress, as the material was very fine and the style extremely rare. While still in the store, she bought a matching beret to put her hair up and get it out of her face. That was another 8 silver pieces. Though she didn't mind as she already had a fortune, thanks to that Casey fellow, she thanked the woman and left the store. She ventured to what could be considered a luggage store. She got a leather rucksack (25 silver pieces), a purse (8 silver pieces, 2 copper), and 6 belts (a grand total of 2 gold pieces). She thanked the owner and headed back to the men's clothing store, having forgotten to get shoes. So she browsed the selection and chose some sturdy hiking boot like shoes. She put in an order for 3 pairs of those, for another 24 silver pieces, and headed back to the inn for another drink. After this drink she would go to the jewelry shop and browse around, see if they had anything shiny. She guestimated the time to be about 3 o'clock, which gave her another 2-3 hours till dusk, when they met up again. So she ordered another ale and sat at the previous table. She gathered her hair up and put on the beret to keep it up and out of her face. However just as she was about to take a sip of her ale, a voice interrupted her. "That's a lovely outfit," a silky voice said from the shadows. "Who are you? What do you want?" she said slightly panicked. "I could ask you the same question, considering you sat at my table." "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll move." she prepared to get up. "It's quite alright. It's pleasant to have a charming young lady sit at my table." Cassie blushed at this. She didn't know why, perhaps it was the ale? Or maybe just the way he said it? But either way, she got sort of flustered. "What's your name?" she asked with a smile. "My name is Rocelinus. And yours?" "I'm Cassie. So, what's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" she figured the standard pick-up lines could be used in a place like this. Especially since none had been heard before. "I am by no means nice." "One of those naughty boys then?" "I can be, when the occasion calls for it." "That's encouraging." she drank some more ale. "Can I buy you a drink?" "You would be willing to?" "Of course." "I would offer to buy you one, but alas, someone I ran into stole both my sword and my purse, leaving me broke. And my horse left as well." "I'm sorry. That's a bad situation to be in." "Bad doesn't begin to describe it." Cassie approached the bar and purchased the drinks, when it dawned on her. That guy wasn't named Rocelinus, he was Casey. It all fit. Stolen sword, stolen money, and horse ran away. She grinned to herself. So, sexy voice, sexy body... so far it was a good lookout. She returned to the table and put the ale in front of him. "Here's your drink. Bottoms up!" and she started chugging. That's when it dawned on her. She'd never had any alcoholic drinks before; she had no tolerance for alcohol. She put the ale down and decided to call it quits while she was ahead. She got up dizzily and sat back down. "Are you alright Cassie?" "Rocelin" asked. "Oh yeah, I'm fine Casey. Thank you for asking." Casey was shocked. She knew his identity? But how! That was impossible. No one knew who he was! He was like a mystery person, a shadow, a phantom. Observing her actions led him to conclude that she was most likely drunk, so it wouldn't be too hard to get information out of her. "How is it you know my name?" "I beat you in a battle." she giggled. "Got your sword and everything!" "Really? And where is my sword?" "I got it. It's mine now. You can't have it." "Alright then. Well, thank you for the drink, my dear. I'll be seeing you very soon." "Oh good. You're a sexy sexy man, didya know that?" she grinned. He gave a slight bow and left. "Why yes my dear, I do know that." He grinned evilly and decided to start on his way to the castle. He could hide in the forest and then steal a horse and go back. Cassie was still sitting at the table. She grinned. She'd hit it
off with a cool guy, well; one who was sexy and she could beat in battle. She waited about 10 more minutes, then chanced getting up again. It worked rather well, and she headed for the jewelry shop to peruse the shinys. Looking at the setting sun, she gave herself about 20 minutes before she had to go meet up with the others for dinner. So she browsed around and headed back, seeing nothing of interest. She arrived a little late, and so looked around for Nata and her friend. So before she started looking in earnest, she grabbed another ale, and looked around.
Sherry and Harry Sherry wandered into town. She didn't know what she wanted to buy, but she was sure that everyone else would end up getting weapons of sort and getting out of the damn dresses. Sherry was okay in hers for the mean time and weapons weren't exactly her specialty. Though, she did rather miss her robot. "Oh shit! The competition! Oh god! What am I going to do? Everyone is counting on me tomorrow morning! I have to drive..." Sherry continued to ramble to herself while stopping in the
middle of the road. Though, she wasn't quite aware that it was the middle of the road at the time, until.... "Whoa! Easy there buddy almost ran into a lady there." Sherry quickly turned around to find herself looking up at a man sitting on top of a white horse. He wore a simple white, long sleeved shirt and a leather vest over it with black pants/hosen whatever you call them things. On his feet were big, black, riding boots. Shit! We are in the medieval ages. Strange, Sherry thought to herself... The man jumped down from his horse. "I have to apologize for that," he said as he bowed to Sherry. "I'm still training my horse here. He and I still haven't gotten used to each other yet," and he patted the horse's mane. Sherry stared at him as he spoke. He had a strong English accent and there was something about the airiness of his words that made him different from the other boys of her time. Stupid Jesuit boys. "Oh! I'm sorry... I'm being a complete prat here. My name is Harry Marchés. I don't believe I've seen you around this town before." Sherry stopped her staring when she realized that she was being addressed. "I... Oh... Uhm..." She stumbled around for some words to say to him. He laughed a hearty laugh at her uneasiness. "My name is Sherry. I'm not from around these parts. I've been traveling for a while now with some friends." "Well then, Sherry, if you don't mind, may I show you around town? Wouldn't wanting you to get yourself lost, now would we?" "Oh, that'd be perfectly alright." He took her arm and led her around town. Harry showed Sherry most of the town and offered to buy her some things that she seemed to like. She kindly refused his offers and said that she didn't want anything. But upon seeing a lovely necklace with a bead entrapped by a couple of dolphins, he insisted on buying
it for her. No point on insisting when he already paid up for it. lol. So he immediately put it around her neck and admired how it looked on her. She quickly blushed at his stare. Though, they did stop by in a tailor to get her dress altered just a tad. Harry noticed that part of her dress was snagged and thought that she might like to have it fixed. Fixed is probably not the right word. lol. Sherry had her dress completely altered. The sleeves were completely shortened and the skirt hiked up a bit just below the knees to allow for easy mobility. A scandal for the day, but she wasn't part of the day, now was she? The corset was completely disposed of because Sherry couldn't breathe, but then she couldn't breathe with Harry around even without it. (*winks* just a little something for you all... lol) But the tailor gave her something else for support instead, thankfully. lol. Noticing the style of the dress, Harry had to ask, "You're definitely not from around here, are you?" What could Sherry say to this? "Well... do I give that way that much? How about I explain everything to you at dinner?" Sherry asked with a smile. "You can meet my friends too. Oh, that might be a bad idea," she trailed... "Oh, I wouldn't mind having dinner with you." Harry responded, "Uhh... and your friends," he quickly added. Odd silence captivated both of them. "Uhm... One more question: What could you have possibly been doing to get that big of a rip in your dress?" "Oh well my friends and I were in the woods at the time and there seemed to be people chasing this one guy. He basically scared the living crap out of me and I probably stepped on my dress in some way to make it rip. I'm not used to them being this long." "Ah, I understand. Though, you seem to be weaponless. Perhaps you should take this for when you're out in the woods next time." He pulled out a nice small dagger, just big enough to keep in a pouch, which he also gave to Sherry. "Just for precaution. Wouldn't wanting anything to happen to you, now do we?" He said with a smile. Sherry looked into the pouch and discovered in there something else. She pulled it out and realized that it was her mini tool kit! "Oh! I found that on the roadside coming into town. I don't know what it is, but..." he trailed off noticing that Sherry seemed to take a liking to it. "I suppose you could have it, though what you would want with it, I'm not sure. I have no use for it so keep it." "I... Err... actually this is mine. I've been looking for it. How I can explain that to you, I'm not sure, but it is indeed mine." "Okay then, I'm happy to have found it for you then." He smiled at her again. Okay, what am I doing? Why am I blushing? I don't... I'm not... No no no... Goddamnit! I don't want to be here anymore! I want to go home and play with the robot again Sherry thought to herself. The voices were making so much noise that she couldn't hear Harry as he
was telling her about himself and his position as knight for the king and all that other blah. Sherry wanted to stop from walking into the inn and just break down crying right then and there because she was completely overwhelmed by all that happened and it just then sinking in. Nah... perhaps later. No point in walking in with water logged eyes for the moment. Harry offered his arm to Sherry as they walked into the inn...
Sabrina and Rion "ARG!" Rion protested as Sabrina pulled him off to one of the shops. "How did I get stuck with you?" he asked pulling his hand out of her grasp and stopping. Looking down on her. "Cause we did rock paper scissors and I lost." "Rock, paper scissors? What's a scissor?" he asked following her to the nearest shop. "Umm.well." she faltered ".it's a.never mind. We drew.erm.lots.that's it we drew lots to see who had to go with you and explain the reason why you were transported about 50 miles to this town." she concluded. "Believe me...I would NOT have volunteered." Sabrina added as an afterthought. "Oh so good looks and charm don't work on you do they?" Rion replied obviously trying to joke. "No actually they DON'T!" Sabrina replied shortly. As they entered the shop, Sabrina realized that she didn't have any money. She decided to remedy this by trading in her dress for her new clothes. As much as she liked it, the dress was definitely not suitable for traveling. She walked into the shop Rion trailing behind her and asked the shopkeeper how much he could buy her dress for. He came around the counter, examined the dress and determined that he would buy it for 100 silver pieces. Puzzled, Sabrina took Rion to the side and asked him to explain the currency here. "Well I can conclude that you guys are foreigners then huh?" he remarked with a grin. "Yes," Sabrina snapped. "I'll explain everything to you when the blacksmith is making my sword." Rion quirked his eyebrow, "Your sword? So do girls know how to." His voice faltered under the death glare that Sabrina gave him and he promptly explained the currency. "One gold piece is equal to 25 gold pieces, and one silver piece is equal to 40 bronze pieces. So if your dress is 100 gold pieces then you'll have 2,500 silver pieces to spend on.." "I can do math thank you very much" Sabrina interrupted. "Sheesh! Sorry I'm just trying to help.I wasn't sure if you could.um.never mind."
he said, and sat down on a chair in the corner. Sabrina walked up to the shopkeeper and said that she would like to sell her dress and
purchase clothes. "Oh yes come this way..." he said leading Sabrina to the back of the shop. Rion followed dutifully despite the glare that Sabrina gave him. "We have a lovely selection of dresses, formal and casual all on sale for." Sabrina interrupted him, "do you have anything other than dresses?" "Why.erm.yes we have men's clothing if your husband is interested." At this Rion burst out laughing but manages to turn his laugh into a cough. He need not
have though, because the shopkeeper had turned around and was rummaging through crates of clothes. Sabrina turned to glare at Rion and said through gritted teeth: "He's not.were not..." "AHA!" the shopkeeper exclaimed. "Well if not men's clothes, then I'm assuming that this is what you had in mind?" he said putting the lid off a very dusty box. One of our seamstresses decided to make this as an erm.joke.but might this be what you seek?" he said holding up a red outfit (see the pic on my file for details lol). It Rion's jaw dropped as the shopkeeper held it up, "No I'm sure she doesn't want
that sir, maybe something more appropriate for a lady." Sabrina wheeled around shooting another death glare at Rion who promptly clamped his mouth shut. "I'll take it," Sabrina said and proceeded to search for a cloak. She decided on a black one and then went to the curtained changing area to try on her new outfit. Upon taking off her dress, Sabrina found that she was unable to take off her corset herself. Embarrassed she called to the shopkeeper. "Um.could you please call someone to help me take off this blasted torture device?" "Torture device?" the shopkeeper replied quizzically. "Erm...this corset I mean.is there anyone who knows how to take these things off?" Scandalized, the shopkeeper went off to get his wife. After the offending device was removed, and the outfit paid for, Sabrina and Rion headed off to the blacksmith's shop. As they walked down the street to the shop, Sabrina noticed that people were giving her strange looks and whispering to each other. Sabrina shrugged off these looks and proceeded to go into the blacksmith's shop. A bell chimed as they walked into the shop and the blacksmith walked out form the back room. He greeted Rion and asked how he could help him today. "I don't know," he shrugged. "Ask her," he said stepping aside. Sabrina decided to forgive the blacksmith for his talking to Rion instead of her because she had after all been bending over looking at the swords on display. She stood up holding up a shiny silver broadsword. "How long would it take you to make this?" she asked the blacksmith. "Well actually," he said, "someone just bought one the other day, and since we usually only keep one spare other than the display, we are making another one. It is cooling and being inscribed right now, so it will be ready in about a half hour." "Perfect. " said Sabrina. "And how much will that be?" "One gold piece please," said the man and Sabrina took out her coin purse (red to match her outfit of course ;) ) and paid for the sword. "Let's go outside and I'll explain everything to you," Sabrina said dragging Rion from the sword display. They found a place on the grass outside and Sabrina proceeded to tell him the story of how they had been transported to the past. "Whether you decide to stay with us and help is entirely up to you, but I assume that we will be trying to find our way back." she concluded. "Well.I guess the honorable thing would be to stay with you ladies.for protection of course.I mean you are girls after a -." He was cut off however by an anime-ish smack upside the head which rendered him unconscious in an anime like fashion with a giant bump on his head. "Hrmph." Sabrina said leaving him outside dazed, and going to get her sword. She also chose a dagger and hid it in her anime-style high boot, which the shopkeeper had given her free of charge with her 20 silver piece purchase of clothing. She also bought a sling for her sword so she was able to carry it on her back as they traveled. She walked back out of the blacksmith and pulled a still-dazed Rion to his feet. They walked off to the agreed meeting place and met up with the rest of the group for dinner. Sabrina and Rion arrived at the inn early. The looked around for the others and determining that they were alone, decided to buy drinks. "So," Rion asked, "What will you have?" "Um.I'll take a sprite with no ice," she said (as this was her usual answer whenever she was asked what she would like to drink). Rion eyed her curiously. "We'll take two waters please," he told the puzzled bartender. "What? Water?" she sputtered. "Yes water." You are in the middle ages Sabrina.no sprite with no ice as you call it. "Um...oops?" Sabrina replied as she bit her lip in frustration (she HATED being corrected) The bartender slid two glasses down to them. They sat in silence, and suddenly Sabrina smelled smoke. "Argg," she whined, "I'm going outside.I can't stand that smell." "Don't go too far," he called to her. "As if you can order me around." she called back haughtily. "I can do whatever I want." As Sabrina stalked off, Rion sighed, drained his glass and followed her. She had jumped the gate and was feeding the sheep that were grazing in the Town Square. Rion walked up to the fence her and leaned on the gate. Indignant at the fact that he had followed her, Sabrina then proceeded to open the gate causing him to fall over. He caught himself as Sabrina sat upon the said gate. She sat there patting the sheep that had followed her to the rail. Rion broke the silence by asking "Now how exactly do you plan on getting back to your time? You do have a plan don't you? Then again.girls aren't really that good about planning ahead now are they." Rion said with a smirk, knowing very well that he had invoked the wrath of the diminutive freshman sitting next to him. Sabrina went to smack him upside the head but as his comment was purposely baited, he reached up to block her hand. Undaunted, Sabrina phased through his hand and hit him anyway. "How did you do that?" he exclaimed. "I'm talented?" "Yes I know you are.but no one's that talented." "Well...erm.. I.um.I'll explain later," she said uneasily, not sure how much she should tell him until she had a chance to talk to the others. "Oh look!" Sabrina suddenly exclaimed seeing Sherry round a corner towards the inn. "There's Sherry! oOOo I like her dress.And there's someone else." she said darkly, getting off the fence and starting towards her. "Wait a second." Rion said grabbing her sword sling pulling her back, "I think he's with her." Sabrina looked shocked at Sherry, saw her and the stranger link arms and walk into the inn. She looked up and glared at Rion. "Ok you can let go now," she said impatiently as he released the sling, causing the sword to clink on her back. "Owww you prat.what was that for?" "An accident sorry." "Whatever.I'll race you to the inn!" She suddenly exclaimed and bounded towards the old moss covered building. Sabrina beat Rion and was inside the building and pulling in the process of pulling out her chair when he started to say "Wait.I'll do." he was silenced by a glare as Sabrina deliberately and exaggeratedly pulled out the chair for herself and sat down. Wincing slightly he proceeded to pull out a chair for himself and sat down.