Outside Garreg Mach - Evening - Cloudy
Mercer von Riegan
Mercer thought it was hilarious that Teach's dad suggested a party, of all things, for all of them. While he wasn't against it, he knew that a particular individual wouldn't find it appropriate. Not that any of them cared what she had to say about it, except maybe Thea, but Mercer found he was looking forward to the party. Currently, he was on his way to meet the group. They had agreed that it would be best to meet during the evening, and leave the monastery so that they could actually enjoy themselves. Mercer was almost certain that Thea and Sorcha were too young to be drinking; and he knew that they would be.
But there was a first time for everything, he supposed. He found he was the first one to arrive at their designated meeting area, and he sighed to himself. He should have lived a little more up to his reputation as a lazy ass who didn't want to do much, but it was becoming exceedingly harder to do so. He was up during class lectures, paid attention when the professor's spoke, and actually participated in some of the class debates. They were nice, to be sure, but Mercer felt like he was becoming a little too comfortable. And that needed to stop. He couldn't allow himself to do that, because that meant someone in Derdriu would find out, and try to use it against him.
Shaking the thought from his head, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the others.
Unsurprisingly, perhaps, Teach and Jeralt were the next to arrive, each of them carrying a rather impressively-sized cask over one shoulder like it weighed nothing whatsoever. Teach even waved at him ash they found a decent flat spot of ground to set the things down on. Following not too far behind was, surprisingly, Professor Manuela, who was carrying several blankets and such for the ground, it seemed. Devon brought up the rear with a shovel, for some reason.
“We plan on burying someone?" Mercer asked, arching a brow in Devon's direction. It was at this time that Dierdre and Sylvi appeared, though Dierdre gave Mercer a flat look.
“Maybe you," she replied, causing Mercer to snort. Sylvi rolled her eyes, holding onto a basket of sorts. Perhaps it had food in it? Mercer couldn't tell. Dierdre was holding a similar basket, and it was possible they both had food inside.
“I guess we're just waiting on Vi, Thea, Sor, and Sen," he stated, shaking his head. It wasn't long until Thea appeared, holding onto what looked like napkins. Maybe they were bringing food?
“Sorry, I couldn't find the napkins and I had to have help," she stated as her excuse. Mercer grinned slightly.
“Are you sure that's what it was? Maybe you were just distracted by something, or maybe someone?" he stated, watching as her cheeks turned a bright pink.
“You shut your fish face, Mercer!" Thea huffed lightly, and made her way towards the others. Dierdre snickered softly as did Sylvi. Mercer just laughed.
When Vridel appeared, he was carrying a smallish crate in both hands. It was stamped with the word 'flammable' in red lettering on the outside, but other than that gave little indication of its contents. He set it down near the casks, rolling the sleeves of the shirt he'd worn under his tunic. It was still a little warm out, though no doubt it would cool quickly as the evening wore on.
Teach had taken the shovel from Devon and was using it to dig what seemed to be a roughly-circular hole in the ground, shallow but wide across. “If you can all collect some loose wood, we can get the bonfire going," he said simply.
“We already have some," Senka called out as she arrived with Sorcha. She had a small bundle of logs in her arms, though they didn't seem to bother her if they were heavy. Mercer arched a brow at her, however; he didn't say anything. She placed the bundle on the ground, and glanced in Sorcha's direction.
“So, a fire with some drinks? All we're missing is the music and we'd have ourselves a little dance," Mercer stated, grinning lightly before shaking his head. Senka rolled her eyes at Mercer, but made her way towards Sorcha. It was only a moment later when Professor Hanneman showed up, looking a little out of breath and flustered.
“Sorry I'm late, I was caught up with—"
“Your Crest research, yes, we are quite aware, Professor Hanneman," Dierdre deadpanned as she glanced in his direction. He huffed something indignant, before pursing his lips together. It was enough, though, that Thea chuckled lightly before she set to helping Manuela place the blankets down on the ground.
“Theoretically there's music," Jeralt replied with a shrug. “Cyril here can play a lute, if anyone happens to have one, and I've got a couple guys bringing a drum or two."
“Ohhh," Professor Manuela seemed very interested in this development. “You should have said so! I've a lute, and a number of other artifacts from the old opera days. I'll be right back." With a wink, she turned and hurried off in a flutter of white and teal robes.
Teach, who didn't seem to have heard the commentary about him, finished with the fire pit about then, and set about layering the wood inside, first some of the thicker logs around the outside and then in a tented pattern more inwardly. He lit it with a touch of magic, then stepped back to give it space to grow.
“This is a pretty neat setup," Sorcha said with a bit of a smile. She looked slightly nervous for some reason, but it seemed to fade quickly enough in the company.
“All right." Jeralt drew attention towards himself, taking a tin cup from a pile of them and tossing it to Teach, who caught it one-handed. “I'd say don't go crazy, but that's kind of the point. There's plenty to go around, so don't be shy."
Another cup flew through the air towards Mercer, then Senka, then Hanneman and Sofia, then Dierdre, and so on until everyone had a drinking vessel. “Food's in the baskets. Hop to it, kids."
Mercer didn't hesitate, and made his way towards the first cask to pour a drink for himself. He was used to this, after all. Besides... they could all let loose and enjoy themselves for once, right?
But there was a first time for everything, he supposed. He found he was the first one to arrive at their designated meeting area, and he sighed to himself. He should have lived a little more up to his reputation as a lazy ass who didn't want to do much, but it was becoming exceedingly harder to do so. He was up during class lectures, paid attention when the professor's spoke, and actually participated in some of the class debates. They were nice, to be sure, but Mercer felt like he was becoming a little too comfortable. And that needed to stop. He couldn't allow himself to do that, because that meant someone in Derdriu would find out, and try to use it against him.
Shaking the thought from his head, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the others.
Unsurprisingly, perhaps, Teach and Jeralt were the next to arrive, each of them carrying a rather impressively-sized cask over one shoulder like it weighed nothing whatsoever. Teach even waved at him ash they found a decent flat spot of ground to set the things down on. Following not too far behind was, surprisingly, Professor Manuela, who was carrying several blankets and such for the ground, it seemed. Devon brought up the rear with a shovel, for some reason.
“We plan on burying someone?" Mercer asked, arching a brow in Devon's direction. It was at this time that Dierdre and Sylvi appeared, though Dierdre gave Mercer a flat look.
“Maybe you," she replied, causing Mercer to snort. Sylvi rolled her eyes, holding onto a basket of sorts. Perhaps it had food in it? Mercer couldn't tell. Dierdre was holding a similar basket, and it was possible they both had food inside.
“I guess we're just waiting on Vi, Thea, Sor, and Sen," he stated, shaking his head. It wasn't long until Thea appeared, holding onto what looked like napkins. Maybe they were bringing food?
“Sorry, I couldn't find the napkins and I had to have help," she stated as her excuse. Mercer grinned slightly.
“Are you sure that's what it was? Maybe you were just distracted by something, or maybe someone?" he stated, watching as her cheeks turned a bright pink.
“You shut your fish face, Mercer!" Thea huffed lightly, and made her way towards the others. Dierdre snickered softly as did Sylvi. Mercer just laughed.
When Vridel appeared, he was carrying a smallish crate in both hands. It was stamped with the word 'flammable' in red lettering on the outside, but other than that gave little indication of its contents. He set it down near the casks, rolling the sleeves of the shirt he'd worn under his tunic. It was still a little warm out, though no doubt it would cool quickly as the evening wore on.
Teach had taken the shovel from Devon and was using it to dig what seemed to be a roughly-circular hole in the ground, shallow but wide across. “If you can all collect some loose wood, we can get the bonfire going," he said simply.
“We already have some," Senka called out as she arrived with Sorcha. She had a small bundle of logs in her arms, though they didn't seem to bother her if they were heavy. Mercer arched a brow at her, however; he didn't say anything. She placed the bundle on the ground, and glanced in Sorcha's direction.
“So, a fire with some drinks? All we're missing is the music and we'd have ourselves a little dance," Mercer stated, grinning lightly before shaking his head. Senka rolled her eyes at Mercer, but made her way towards Sorcha. It was only a moment later when Professor Hanneman showed up, looking a little out of breath and flustered.
“Sorry I'm late, I was caught up with—"
“Your Crest research, yes, we are quite aware, Professor Hanneman," Dierdre deadpanned as she glanced in his direction. He huffed something indignant, before pursing his lips together. It was enough, though, that Thea chuckled lightly before she set to helping Manuela place the blankets down on the ground.
“Theoretically there's music," Jeralt replied with a shrug. “Cyril here can play a lute, if anyone happens to have one, and I've got a couple guys bringing a drum or two."
“Ohhh," Professor Manuela seemed very interested in this development. “You should have said so! I've a lute, and a number of other artifacts from the old opera days. I'll be right back." With a wink, she turned and hurried off in a flutter of white and teal robes.
Teach, who didn't seem to have heard the commentary about him, finished with the fire pit about then, and set about layering the wood inside, first some of the thicker logs around the outside and then in a tented pattern more inwardly. He lit it with a touch of magic, then stepped back to give it space to grow.
“This is a pretty neat setup," Sorcha said with a bit of a smile. She looked slightly nervous for some reason, but it seemed to fade quickly enough in the company.
“All right." Jeralt drew attention towards himself, taking a tin cup from a pile of them and tossing it to Teach, who caught it one-handed. “I'd say don't go crazy, but that's kind of the point. There's plenty to go around, so don't be shy."
Another cup flew through the air towards Mercer, then Senka, then Hanneman and Sofia, then Dierdre, and so on until everyone had a drinking vessel. “Food's in the baskets. Hop to it, kids."
Mercer didn't hesitate, and made his way towards the first cask to pour a drink for himself. He was used to this, after all. Besides... they could all let loose and enjoy themselves for once, right?