RP:Followed to a Giantess

Scandal in an attempt to evade three beings who are following him, ducks into Keylay tavern where he meets Oline. Trying to get her to express some of the hurt in voice, he tries to talk her up. Despite this the three beings, Razurath now know what Scandal is.

The RP:

Oline sat, or... more accurately knelt, in the back corner of the tavern. She stared out across the mostly empty room, her eyes periodically fixating upon someone coming or going before drifting off again.

Scandal slipped into the tavern. And closed the door careful to act nonchalant, before peering through the window, he was certain some being in cloaks had been following him, but hopefully they hadn't seen him duck into the tavern. Which seemed relativily quiet.

Oline 's tattered cloak, little more than scraps of material stitched together by patches, hung loosely over bare shoulders. Her once-black hair, now streaked with lines of the purest white, pooled out of the makeshift hood and dangled across her chest. Neither did much to hide the young giantess' deeply scarred, heavily tattooed flesh. Her eyes flicked over to the newest newcomer, curiously watching as he peered out the window as if expecting someone to come bursting in after him. She pondered the man a moment longer before letting her gaze drift down to the table in front of her. It was no business of hers.

Scandal finally assuming that he had given those shadowing him the slip, breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to the bar, he place two pieces of gold coin at the bar, and motioned for the brandy. Scandal stood at about 6' solidly, he wore brown furs that well enshrouded his ebony black skin, leaving his head, and hands free to be seen. Yet while his color might have made him look as if a drow, Scandal's eyes and hair which were both fiery red, were dead giveaways that he was not drow, especially the eyes which were more akin to that of human. His voice rich, and with a long extinct faintest of accents, and now for the first time in a while his familiar scent of cinnamon had returned. As he waited for his brandy he shifted his eyes toward the giantess in the room. "Ma'am." he said with a nod.

Oline flinched slightly at the words, as if they'd stung her. Nodding slowly, she scratched her fingertip against the table's oaken surface and exhaled a soft sigh. The young giant girl stood a bit shy of 10'4", with sturdy shoulders and a surprisingly nimble frame for one her size. Her expression seemed to flicker between blankness and... profound sadness, largely independent of outside influences. Her wide, silver eyes scoured every surface they landed upon... drifting from place to place around the room before ultimately settling back upon the man who looked as if a fiery shard of midnight itself. After several long, awkward seconds of silence... she offered a gentle reply in her own heavily-accented voice. "Hullo..."

Scandal turned to the bar for moment recieving his drink, but then having heard a reply from the large woman, who knelt at a table in the back corner, he felt compellled to join her or at least offer it. Walking toward her table he paused, having to bite back a feeling that pressed on him, In his thoughts he cursed his sudden loss of adolcense a week ago and having had to deal with the repercussions that transpired afterward. Continuing his movement, he rested his free hand on the back of the chair facing her. "Is this seat taken?"

Oline felt the urge to send the stranger away tingling at the back of her tongue, the words forming in her head even before she'd fully rationalized them. It took everything she had to choke them back down and force a faint, but sincere smile. "Nah. En't tekkin. Y'kin join meh iffin y'fill lahk." Her gaze drifted away, to the window, where it settled alongside the silence for the next minute or so. "... Ah'm Oline. S'nahss t'meetcha." Scandal nodded in appreciation of the girls attempt to smile, "Thank you, my name is Scandal." He slid the drink toward her, "You look like you need this more than I do." He heard the door open behind him, and three figures move in wearing hoods, they approached the bar, and their words came off with almost a feral like accent, "Ale, and meat."

Oline gave the alcohol a wary glance before wagging her head. A gentle pink fluster worked its way across her snow-white cheeks as she realized this might seem rude and quickly explained, "Ah got... a bad habit've drinkin' too much 'n gettin'... rowdy." As if to accentuate this point, the giantess thumped her fist into her other hand and hazarded a nervous chuckle. The manacles locked around either wrist jingled as their shattered chains collided and bounced about. "Mah frenz... med a promiss t'themz Ah'd stahp. Y'know?"

Scandal pulled the glass back to himself, "I can understand that, though having me drunk would be little short of doomsday," he laughed nervously as if the idea itself bothered him greatly. Taking a gulp as he heard the strangers ask Methshak, about something, he whispered to Oline, "Don't freak out." Willing himself to transform, the red in his hair draining away to pure white, and his eyes becoming solid red like a drow. He then continued, as if he hadn't changed. He knew it was best not to have a newcomer ask about the cause of her grief, but he didn't know how to voice it, "Life's a B, ain't it." He said as if he were well meaningfully trying to empathize with her.

Oline 's expression returned to that blank, deathly cold stare. It wasn't directed at her guest at the table, of course... no... she'd cast her gaze over her shoulder toward the trio busy hassling Mesthak for information. Her blushing cheeks were the only hint of the girlish youth's prior disposition, though soon enough her smile was back and her focus settled firmly upon the new face in front of her. "Ah've... bin gettin' th'short end've th'stick fer too long t'count..."

Scandal half smiled to acknowledge that, "I know that, practically grew up on that till I hibernated, though since I have reawoken the if the stick started as a seed it certainly has started to lengthen." he paused, revealing with his hand the skin which became akin to dragon scales, to try to fill in some gaps in what he was saying before allowing it to revert back to it. He turned slightly to see what was happening at the bar, as the three began to leave, though one stopped and looked towards him, as if being able to eye him through its cloak, moving its gloved hands towards it hood it withdrew its hood to reveal the head of Raptor, the reptile in nature and the skin whiter than his hair. At that moment Scandal turned whiter than his hair with a paleness. "Razurath." He whispered. The "razurath" smiled and let out a maniacal chuckle, before leaving the tavern. Turning his eyes to mesthak who was equally pale.Scandal turned back to Oline, the color slowly returning to his face. He looked back at her, "Lets get some of the stick to grow, you mention something your dealing with, and I'll mention something I am dealing with, unrelated to what happened here."

Oline wasn't usually one to get all... metaphorical... but she couldn't contain a slight giggle at how far Scandal was taking the whole 'stick' business. It felt good to laugh. Oline couldn't remember the last time she'd really laughed... the last time she'd let herself dare to. Her gaze followed the length of her arm down to her wrist, where it settled firmly upon her manacles and lingered indefinitely. "... Ah've bin... gettin' used fer sum rilla awful s***e... fer... th'past... gawd... Ah en't effin know 'ow long ennehmore."

Scandal knew well enough what gawd awful stuff could be, he was partly a black dragon, and partly a red, "Well when you reach bottom, the only place one can go from there, is up, I've been to the bottom, its not a fun place to be, at the bottom is where we make our most important life decisions, some of which I broke," he said the last part much more softly the idea still sickening him, with distaste for it. "The point it are you willing to fight for a better life by being something you never thought you could be?"

Oline shrugged. "Ah yoostuh know whuddeye wuz," she lamented gently. "Ah wuzza soldjah. A warryuh inna Guild... 'n Ah wuz... mekkin' frenz 'n fytin' battles... earnin' th'glory mah folks en't nevvah hadda chance t'have." Her hands both balled up into fists as she abruptly found herself reliving the moment she'd acquired the hardware upon her wrists. "Now Ah'm juss... angry, 'n when Ah get mad... Ah kill't evvrehthin' tween me 'n where Ah'm trynna go... frenz 're foez alahk. Bastuhds broke meh..."

Scandal’s heart went out to Oline, he had just met her and yet he knew this kinda of pain. "Long ago I used to get mad, I still do, but acting on it, especially me." His thoughts returned to a nightmare of his where a massive dragon miles long and miles wide and miles tall cracked off mountain tops with his tail, and released acid which burst into flame so violently that it consumed all the air near surrounding villages, choking them if not burning them. He thanked the gods he didn't believe in that it had only been a dream. "I know how to help you, if willing to take this rage out elsewhere, just nothing sharp please."

Oline 's eyes closed. "M-mebbe... but... Ah... en't bin back in th'rill wurld long enuff t'trust mahself cuttin' loose." There was a very real hint of fear in her voice as she uttered those words. Slowly rising up to her feet, the young giantess gave Scandal a polite bow of her head and flashed just the barest hint of a smile. "Ah'll... thenkabbowd it, tho. Juss... gotta git yoostah... bein' in this pless aggen. Fer now... Ah thenk Ah'mma juss... go teck a walk." Without waiting for a proper reply, she smiled a sad little smile at the drow-ish looking dragon and turned to depart. "Ah'll... see yeh 'rownd. Try nawt t'get inta trubble with themz three whut were lookin' fer yeh. Aye?" And then, in a few steps, she was out the door.

Scandal spoke softly, "Goodbye," as soon as she was gone, he looked toward Mestak, "Back door?"