Post #2742961 in Please Scroll Past, a roleplay on RPG

Marcel's brow nearly shot off his forehead as Jeanne's hand came to rest on his stomach. He laughed, turning his head away and covering his face with a hand like an embarrassed teenage girl. A mocking gesture, that was in actuality an attempt to hide his blush. He tensed his abdomen for Jeanne's pleasure and peered down at her (and her cleavage) through the gaps between his fingers.

"It warms my heart to know how you care," he said sarcastically, flicking her lightly on the nose before they continued their walk to the Rose and Curd. Despite the blame Jeanne put on herself and Marcus for Shiver's fate, Marcel didn't feel the same way. They didn't call him unworthy and shatter his pride. He didn't have to fight to prove anything to them. Despite the relaxed smile gracing his face, his thoughts kept returning to the faces of Master Ven and the assassins looking down on him.

The Rose and Curd was just in sight when Jeanne's seal on her emotions broke. Marcel turned back to her, a fairly blank expression on his face as her concerns flooded out. It sounded like there was history behind the words she was stumbling over. He sighed as she fell into nervous giggles, walking back over to her.

"Jeanne," he said bluntly, placing a hand on her shoulder and making direct eye-contact with the little jester, "I really don't care."

There was a pause.

"... That you put me in danger," he finished, removing his hand and continuing to walk over to the tavern, gesturing the other two to follow. "I've been a mercenary and a soldier all my life. This wasn't my first near-death experience," he continued casually. Marcel could easily think of one fairly recent situation from his past that was far more terrifying than Master Ven. He gave Marcus a nod. "So I'm not leaving."

I'm used to almost dying, so I will stay with you - was what Marcel had expressed. But it wasn't true. At least, it wasn't the reason he chose to remain. If Marcus and Jeanne were planning on following Quinn into Veilbrand's revolution, then they would stick together. At this point, the safety of the thieves were fairly inconsequential to his decision.

"I wouldn't be worried about Quinn, either," he said as he opened the door to the Rose and Curd for them, the noise of the tavern crashing into them. He flashed a reassuring grin and a wink, raising his voice over the sound, "I think she likes you!"

Marcel could not be more wrong.

Quinn's sour expression did not change at Linde's reply. She muttered a "Very well." in response to the woman, proceeding to ignore her two stalkers for the rest of the walk to Master Aloi's workshop. Aloi's home was not what one would have expected having met the man. Located in a higher class residential district, it was small and disappeared between two much larger, lavish houses. Its appearance wasn't eye-catching either, its architecture in the exact same vein as every building around it, if not a bit duller. Quinn took a deep breath at the doorstep and stepped into the shoes she stole before taking a bell off of its fixed hook on the door and ringing it. She rang the bell continuously for a minute, tapping her foot, when her patience broke and she struck the door with the bell. Hard.

"Stay out!" A voice from within the house finally came, "Don't you know the Te'i Sai are attacking?! If you think that you can get away with harassing me because the guard is too busy shoving their heads underground with the worms then you picked the wrong house!"

"The Te'i Sai are gone now, Master Aloi," Quinn called out to the man politely.

There was a short moment of silence before - "Exactly what an assassin would say!"

Quinn let out a heavy sigh. "It's Quinn, Master." There was shuffling from inside of the house and an electric blue eye peered out of the keyhole to look at Quinn - glove-less, bloody, skirt torn and exhausted - before getting a glimpse at the two muscular, unscathed beauties behind her. Quinn noticed the eye's lack of focus on her and leaned over with her hands on her hips, completely taking up the keyholes vision with a very unimpressed look.

"You're late. I have no room for tardy apprentices," Aloi grunted, his eye disappearing from the keyhole.

"H-Hey! Master?!" Quinn pressed her face against the door, looking through the keyhole at the figure walking away. "What are you talking about?! We never agreed to a time! Ah, son of a -!" She hammered against the door before taking a step back and kicking at it in her new shoes. "Get out here!" There was no response to the scene she was making, which left her fuming and seeing red. She turned around and took seething steps past Linde and Miriam, muttering something under her breath about how she survived a Te'i Sai attack to give this stupid thing to him, before she twirled back around and prepared to sprint at the door. Soon she was flying back past the two women roaring only to smack against the door and drop as gracefully as a fat beetle. As she slowly raised her blushing, throbbing head, she looked back at her super-powered spectators.

"Miss Almna," she began politely, "Would you be a dear and get the door for me?"

"Gladly."

Quinn scrambled back as the sweetly smiling woman came forward and smacked both hands against the door, effortlessly tearing it off its hinges. The sound of a dozen locks breaking filled the air as the door shot forward, followed by the dropping of two tea cups. An older man in fashionable attire accented with purple stood in a puddle of tea near where the door had fallen, his electric blue eyes wide. Quinn pushed past Linde and stepped over the door only to be confronted by Aloi's twitching, wispy blonde mustache.

"Well," he said, stepping out of the tea in his soft leather shoes, "I was just off to put on pants. And, oh," he looked at the door as if he'd just noticed it was there, "You took my door down."

Quinn stared at Aloi, then suddenly pointed at Linde and said bluntly, "I tried to stop her."

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