The #Broken_Dagger Forum

<Aeri`> She shrugs at Dhugal still as lost as he, however she froze then and turned her head slightly to note Biske peeking his head within the kitchen door. Eyes widen and she grabs the nearest thing to her, flour..flour is good? She quickly tosses it at the man and numerous dishes close by..backing away in a panic looking state.

<Suedette> Pristine Victorian robes of a deep maroon clung to that figure as high heeled boots clicked lightly against the wooden steps of the porch. One hand gloved in white held a fan before that face, fanning lightly. The other moved from sunhat to door knod as the entrance was pushed aside to allow the flowing robes and their owner entrance into the tavern. Once inside a hand moved to straighten gowns as indigo eyes peered about the room.

* Dhugal turns..looks at Aeri..and then at the door..he raises his blade..pointing it at Biske.. Y' stop right there..

<Biske> Well, the flour certainly was a... ncie touch. With a muffled yelp he withdraws; fortunately, in enough time to miss the dishes. Rubbing at his eyes- which,no doubt, would be more bloodshot after this- he staggers backwards.

<Suedette> A soft sigh made as swaying hips led their master to the bar. A soft hop and a squeak caused skirts to fly about before bottom would fall to rest atop a stool by the bar. Sniffs once before continuing to fan away the summer heat.

* Dhugal looks over at Aeri.. hae he hurt ye, Aeri?

<Suedette> Byl's appearance was noted, and eyelashes did flutter over those darkened eyes towards the man before head dipped away with a small giggle.

<Biske> /me swipes at his eyes one more time with his arm, gritting his teeth as he yanks the door open again, this time ducking inwards more confidently. Though he lifts his arm to cover his powdered face. "Aeri!"

<Suedette> Brows furrowed a bit and free hand went back to adjusting the folds of the that outer skirt. Eyes drooping some in a faint pout as they watched the room once more.

<Aeri`> She gave Dhugal a ..not yet look and then jumped as Biske called out her name.

* Dhugal growls..free hand shoots out and grabs what's handy..a tomato..he hurls it at Biske.

<Suedette> The ruckus in the kitchen is noted, and feet return to the floor to carry the mass of shuffling skirts to the door. It's pushed aside with one hand, and the scene is scanned over. A frown was made behind that fan, and a finger pointed to Biske and Dhugal before a southern bell voice would ring out. "What in the world are you boys doing in here! Wasting all this food to play around!" A huff and several stomps before body is placed between t

<Suedette> ----A huff and several stomps before body is placed between the two. "And put down that sword!" A finger waggles to Dhugal.

* Biske knocks it away with a sweep of his arm, lowering it cautiously. His left arm remains limp at his side; his face looks rather pale- under all that flower, that is. "What did I do?" His whispery voice sounds genuinely curious. But then there's a... lady in his path. Blink.

<Aeri`> She blinks and notes something of the lady but continues to keep clear of Biske's reach.

* Dhugal pays no heed to either Biske or the woman..he takes no chances lately..two more tomatoes are hurled.

<Suedette> Smacks the Tomatoes aside with that big old fan before stopping up to Dhugal. That finger again waves in his face, and the poor scottsman receives... 'The Look'! "Knock this childishness off THIS instant you... you Cretin!" A move to kick Dhugal's shin.

<Dhugal> I'm French' y' noompty woman..an' gae oot o' th' way..an arm goes out, the woman, shoudl she not move, will be shoved to the side..

<Dhugal> I'm French' y' noompty woman..an' gae oot o' th' way..an arm goes out, the woman, should she not move, will be shoved to the side..

<Biske> How... unexpected. However, while Dhugal is busy with the lady, he scootches to the side, eyes wary.

<Suedette> Is shoved to the side with a huff. Brows furrow at the man before several steps are taken back towards Aeri. "He's soooo rude... but what a nice tuckus!" A wink to the elf.

<Aeri`> She gives the lady an odd look and brow lofts but then notes Biske inching his way around. Again something is grasped and she too tosses a tomato at him.

* Dhugal moves to set himself between Biske and the elf, ducking the hurled tomato.

* Aeri` gives Dhugal a oops look and continues to step back.

<Suedette> A gasp and eyes widen in suprise and skirts flutter around to fully face the elf. Satin gloved hand moves to grab her about the arm and that lady's fan did waggle to the elf. "You have no class, come with me miss we must fix it this instant." And here Suedette would attempt to pull Aeri past Dhugal and Biske, back to the common room.

* Aeri` nearly trips from being dragged off. A look of dismay given to Dhugal but she knew the man could handle things or hoped he could.

* Dhugal whilrs..and his free arm blocks the woman..blade still drawn in the other.. You taje anoother step, an' tha fine dress o' yours will be in tatters. You take y' hand oof m' friend. Now

<Biske> Whoops. That tomato hit him squearly in the chest. Fortunately it wasn't rotten, and simply bounced off, but it still stung. He suddenly freezes, nose twitching. He shoots a sharp glance to the 'woman', taking a step after the pair. Well, at least the they're between him and the sword, now.

* Dhugal is in no mood to be courteous..besides, dealking with AlexiRose has taught him clothes do not most definitely make a lady..

<Suedette> A stop made and she looks down at the blade in suprise. Hmmm... he really was that rude. And clothes did indeed not make a lady. She sighs and turns to stand with her form between Aeri and the two men. "Fine fine... you uncultured Brute, I'll stay but keep that hooligan away from us ladies. We need not be ravaged today."

<Dhugal> Lass, oonly a half blin bull wi' nae sense would e'en coonsider ravagin' th' likes o' ye ,,now stand clear of Aeri..I'll nae warn ye agae.

<Aeri`> The lady in question looked upon with a look hidden from the other two.

<Suedette> A horrified gasp. Did this man dare insult her looks. A scowl is made at the man and arms would cross, fan tapping hard against once arm as it snaps shut. "How DARE you insult me, and you have no right to tell me where to move."

* Biske is somewhere torn between disbelief and laughing his tail off. Snerk. "I just want to talk to Aeri..." he tries to interject in an oddly strangled voice.

<Dhugal> Aeri..step clear o' th' noompty..th' female one.. he looks at Biske... She oobviously does nae wish t' speak wi' ye..sae gae oof an' rafffle y' oonions elsewhere..

<Suedette> "I think...." Takes a step closer, face turning a bit red as eyelashes batted at Dhugal. A hand would move to touch the man's chest. "... that your denying your attraction to me."

<Aeri`> Talk? Na ah..there was no way she was going to talk to the big, bad and hairy. Not now. She grapsed the lady's arm and tugged upon her, giving Dhugal a it's ok look.

* Dhugal sighs..and his own arm pushes her away as hard as he can..he's lost patience..

<Suedette> Stumbles a bit, but manages to catch herself on a counter before bumping into Aeri. That scowl returns as body is righted. Hands move to fix the tossled skirts.

<Dhugal> Y' oogly, big an' stoopid..as y' hae just prooven..I dinnae ken y' think mooch a' tall..now get the bluidy hell awa' from Aeri, or I'll moodify y' dress

<Biske> And Biske is about to lose his. Which would be about three times worse. The control was a thin one. His fingers draw up in a fist. The man rotates his shoulder slowly, stepping closer to Aeri.

<Suedette> "Why should I move Aeri is my friend to...AH get back brute!" A jump in suprise and the fan is flung for Biske's forehead.

<Dhugal> Aeri! Will y' nae do as I say! I said t' gae awa' from th' gresat oogly cow! I can oonly do sae much a' one time!

* Biske is just getting things hurled at him today, isn't he? He catches the fan full in the forehead. Scent or no, the man suddenly flings himself at the browsy woman in rage, hands stretched to try and throttle s/he. he's still in control, though. Miraculously. He 's just going to STRANGLE Suede for a bit, is all. No harm in that.

<Aeri`> The elf dispite the danger from Biske was laughing inward. Her face unreadable however and she shakes her head at Dhugal, again attempting to take the lady's arm.

* Dhugal takes advantage of the move by Biske, diving towards Aeri, tugging her away as Biske advances on the bothersome woman

<Suedette> And unless Dhugal reacted first Biske would be met with a slap long before he reached Suedette.
* Aeri` is starting to feel like a pull toy. Pushed here, shoved there. She again nearly stumbles about and regains her footing.

<Dhugal> Move he hisses angrily in her ear..

<Biske> Not to be undone, despite being slapped, he makes a grab for the front of Suedette's dress; if succesful, he's going to shake him a few times, eyes blazing and teeth bared. "What t' -hell- are y'doing?!"

<Aeri`> The elf is pushed back again but looks over his shoulder at the two.

* Dhugal swings the flat of his blade hard at the aggravating woman's rump..he'll gladly let Biske deal with her if it gets Aeri free

<Suedette> But this little lady wasn't without her own quick moves. Dancing lessons did help in a woman's world. A spin away from the hand and as step back to push through the door, Skirts fluttering about. Eyelashes bat at Biske once several feet are between the two. "Why whatever do you mean sweetheart?"

<Suedette> Sadly for Dhugal, the spin does little more then let the blade cut a skirt or two.

* Dhugal nods ..he missed, but the objective was obtained..Aer was free and way from the two

* Biske is very close to pulling his hair as he stomps around the kitchen. His tail has swung free in all the scuffle, so that's a very... odd sight. "Get out. Now." His voice is very low and dangerous, teeth bared.

<Dhugal> Fine idea.. he tugs Aeri towards the back door

<Suedette> "Ooohhh, a tail! How cute, can I touch it?" She winks towards Biske before closing the door to the common room.

<Aeri`> She is tugged again looking over her shoulder at the other two.

<Biske> A moment too soon, because a bowl shatters just moments afterwards on the timber where Suede was standing a moment before. Biske massages his shoulder with more force than was really necissary.

<Suedette> A blink at the sound of a bowl hitting the door. A shrug made before torn skirts are gathered from draggin and heeled boots carry the form from the tavern.
*** Suedette is now known as Suede