The Loose Cannon

Perhaps all of your time drinking with little Liam is too distracting, Gatton.

#this is morgaine way of trying to bribe a job from mal #not so smoothly #c:malik

Someone is jealous they are not always invited.

If your perhaps has a job for me, then you could be invited.

I haven't had a job in a while. There is something wrong with this picture.

#cohavconvo

Cohav Task 3

#cohavtask03 #task #cohavtask #i think i did this right??

knightkit-deactivated20140116

Paying Respects // Open Para

Elyssia Steelblood. Kit had seen the women around the court many times, though she couldn’t say she ever had a real interaction with the girl. When thinking hard enough Kit was sure that she had been running after Alden one day and ran straight into the girl. Besides that, and the sorrys she spilled repeatedly, she was almost certain she had never said another word to the Lady.

With the death taking place, even as a knight Kit still knew little about what happened. Not many of the knights had been told anything, and those who ever told, must have been keeping quiet. Rumors spread quickly through Cohav but Kit knew better then to get involved. The church was keeping this quiet, which concerned Kit, but she knew that falling into a tail of rumors she would never learn the truth.

Instead she found herself being told only a few hour before the funeral started that she was needed there, not just in attendance but in her full knight uniform and to keep watch and report and remove any problems that might show their selves at the funeral.

To Kit this was much better. She had always found funerals awkward and cold. At least with having to do her job she knew she would feel, even just the slightest, more comfortable during the day. As she mounted her horse, Kit rode around the edges of the funeral trying to keep her eyes out for anything.

#p:paying respects #p:kit

Morgaine almost didn't wake the morning of the funeral. It wasn't that she thought the poor girl didn't deserve her respect, just that in Morgaine's mind, this was much to early to ask someone to wake. Instead Morgaine found herself walking, half asleep still, to the funeral.

Almost certain she should remember who Elyssia Steelblood was from some old gathering her father use to bring her to when she was doing guard training. Yet now, Morgaine found it next to impossible to place a face with the name. Most people would say it was because she drank to much to remember much of anything, Morgaine would have said that was the whole point in drinking.

As she walked through the crowds of people, much like herself looking half asleep, she pulled out the silver flash from her bag. Hidden well enough in the crowds of people she took a long sip before continuing to move.

Drunken Savior - Morgaine and Aurora

Aurora ignored Morgaine’s feeble attempts at name calling and kept dragging her further from the Church. The headache started to relieve itself as she walked and finally Aurora took a moment to stop and release Morgaine from her grip.

"It’s such a lovely day. Who would want to be cooped up in there all day?" Aurora smirked. She just wanted out of there and this woman had been her salvation; however, she wasn’t about to mention her headache issues to some random drunkard.

"But you should probably be thankful that I got you out of there. Any second there and you probably would have had the guards all over you." She warned. "And punishment isn’t exactly what you’d call fun."

I just hope my father isn’t too cross with me later, Aurora thought. She did the right thing by removing “the problem” but she still left a service earlier than her father would like. She should probably get back but she already left. I could always justify this by saying that I didn’t want to back and further interrupt, she pondered this for a moment. Yes, that should do.

#para:Aurora #para:drunken savior

Morgaine, even in the drunken state, could see the relief that seemed to hit the other girl as they left the church and moved farther way from it. "Does daddy know his daughter would rather be outside then in the church he loved so much?" The words came out with a little laugh. "Don't worry, you saved me from much... trouble in there. I'll say nothing." With her fingers to her mouth Morgaine did a fake lock and throw away the key over her mouth.

When the other girl stopped moving Morgaine stumbled at the sudden stop and fell to the ground. "Punishment? Please... I fight.. those guards wouldn't know how to punish someone if it meant life or death." Morgaine was more then use to the fines and drunk pen. It was all to normal for her to be found in a situation where she was drunk when or somewhere she shouldn't be. It made life more interesting in her mind.

Morgaine was now laying on her back in grass looking up at the clouds. "Church is just so boring. And such horse shit too." Eye over to the girl Morgaine remembered the company she was in. "No offence."

Count Your Blessings // Mal & Morgaine

Service is nearly about to start, and the spot next to Malik is still open. He leans back, stretching before shifting around. His eyes catch the crowd, scanning over people. Two rows over is a man who cheats on his wife with one of Mal’s prettiest doves. Ten rows up is a church official who has a penchant for little boys, under the age of fourteen. In the row across from him is a woman he’s seen at Treefall more times than he could count, yet she sits here with her husband and two children.

"Lady Gatton, the pleasure is all mine, I assure you," Mal says with a pretentious and glorious bow. He slides over, making sure Morgaine has enough space on the bench. The bishop signals his little altar boys, and low pipe organ sounds fill through the echoing hall. It’s enough to mask their conversation from anyone listening nearby.

"And to be in your company sober is perhaps the biggest honor of them all, bless the High Lord.” His words, although cordial and seemingly sincere, are laced with sarcasm that she’s sure to pick up. If his hidden tone isn’t enough, Mal lets his eyes shine with mischief as he looks her over. Morgaine is a solid fighter, a sturdy woman, and a flightly individual. Malik doesn’t trust her to fight for them as far as he can throw her. What he does trust is Farah’s personal opinion, and the fact that Morgaine would never turn him, or any of their supporters into the Church. That pleasantry is about as useful as tits on a boar with war tainting the air.

#Morgaine can't picks side #how is she suppose to get paid by both sides then??#:P #para:Malik #para:Count Your Blessings

Morgaine smiled taking a seat on the end of the bench and acted as if her full attention was on the service starting in front of her. It wasn't often she made it to the early morning church service. Normally she was found stumbling into the later afternoon one. It was a very rare day when she could be found at church this early, and with out the smell of alcohol on her breath at all.

With a quick little smirk falling on her lips Morgaine looked over to Mal only for a moment before looking back ahead. "Sir Jacob, Coming to church not sober? Well that is a sin." The smirk was still on her lips as Morgaine reach into her small back and flashed Mal the top of a flask. Removing it from her bag all the way and bowing her head as if she were going along with the pray being told Morgaine bought the flask to her lips and took a swig.

"Now there is nothing in these laws that I can tell that say anything about drinking once in the church." It was a clear lie but Morgaine didn't much care for the systematic of the laws and carefully not to be seen head the flask out for Mal to take if he choose too.

Hit Unsuccessful - Morgaine & Zahara

countesszahara

"I assume, since you strike me as smart, if a bit of a lush, that you got half your money up front? For my head?" Zahara waited for the affirmative before she passed the bottle back. The girl could keep up with her, that was impressive. A bottle of wine and a couple hundred gold pieces here and there was a cheep price for a decent assassin in her pocket. It was true, too, that Morgaine seemed to know what she was doing, had she attacked anyone else in this palace one on one they would likely not have survived.

"I’ll give you the other half, to compensate for wages lost, and another fifty on top of that for not making me fight you more than you did, some assassins are not so intelligent and blood stains on my floor are annoying." Zahara waved her hand. If she, of all people, were to be shaken up by an assassination attempt there wasn’t much hope for the rest of the world. This was the third one this year, and the first that she hadn’t had to torture for information before deposing of. Her first had been at the age of fourteen, when it became clear she was to be her father’s heir, to both his mission and his estates.

It was a nasty business and she disliked it.

Further to the point though, someone who spoke money and not ideals she could trust, which was a rarity. Might not be someone to trust her life with, but she could trust her loyalties would lie with the highest purse and Zahara’s were virtually endless with no questions asked as long as she turned up with bodies or magicians several times a month. "Now that that is dealt with, I have a proposition for you. You work for me, exclusively. By that, I mean you run all jobs by me, if I veto the assassination, which isn’t likely, I pay you the half you didn’t get. If I don’t, the job goes through and you collect as usual. It will be up to you to come up with some excuse to your employer for not finishing the job, but to respite for that I’ll pay you five Silver a week, unless you end up in the drunk pens that particular week, in which case I will have you removed with no penalty no questions asked."

Zahara had started out small, knowing the girl was likely to haggle, and she was prepared to go up in coin per week. Her pockets were deep, but there was only so much services were worth. Fortunately for this Morgaine character, trustworthy assassin that she knew couldn’t win a fight against her was worth more than five silver a week. By the Blind God, getting her out of the drunk pens could cost gold and she had a feeling Morgaine ended up there quite often.

#I kinda just ended it because this is so old and I feel like shit for not finishing it sooner #p:zahara

Morgaine liked the girl sitting in front of her. She spoke her same language of gold and wine, which Morgaine always appreciated people who spoke this language like herself. Taking another sip from the wine Morgaine watched as Zahara spoke. A hundred goal pieces, it was fifty more then she was expecting to start with.

Reaching her hand out Morgaine smiled, "Well I do have to believe you have this gold to give. If not I can't form any trust with you with out a reason too." Waiting for the bag of gold to be handed over Morgaine did what she did with any employer.

Opening the bag she pushed the gold around a bit. She was almost certain by the weight it was the correct amount but she still liked to look at the gold pieces. With a smile she pulled the strings back closed and raised her glass to the girl.

With the next offer on the table Morgaine did like the sounds of it, but it was hard to tell a man that she didn't succeed in her job when they have already paid half. But yet Morgaine was skilled enough if they caused any hassle about it she would be find. With Morgaine, she held no alliance to either side. Working for both was just a matter of getting paid. The girl herself wasn't sure where she would fall when the rebellion fully hit. But for now the girl in front of her had the best offer, and proof she could fill it.

"I think I can work with that." Morgaine smiled, emptier her glass before raising from her seat. "Oh that note, I will be off. I have to come up with a good story on why you are still alive."

Count Your Blessings // Mal & (OPEN)

Malik wipes his lips with a kerchief and reaches for the mint leafs he keeps in his small cupboard. It would do no good to smell like juniper and alcohol on his way to church. Most of the thieves who take up residence outside of the city tend to be more experienced with more to hide. Malik counts only three unique snores as he walks through the hollow halls. The rock their home is carved into causes the sounds of sleep to reverberate off the stone and bounce down the hallways. Who would have ever thought master thieves could be so loud?

The walk into town takes much longer than it should as Malik strolls through the underground tunnels. It’s a day of whims, he can feel it under the chill of damp rock. Mal hasn’t been to church in months, and the last time his face was seen among the pews, he was marking a target. Poor bloke didn’t even make it home from a hard morning of pretending he didn’t drown his sorrows in cheap ale the night before. A real shame, if you ask him.

Malik sits in the third row from the back, with an old widower to his left. It’s the prime spot to blend into the crowd, and he does so seamlessly in his merchant’s son garb. He pays his respects to the woman he’s seen selling baked goods in the market, before enjoying the silence. The church, for all of its corruption, is a sight of purity and beauty. Stained glass decorates the mural, a stark contrast to the no-nonsense, harsh laws of the church. It’s nearly ironic when Mal thinks about the amount of magic that had to have went into the church’s construction.

There is still fifteen minutes until the morning mass starts, and Malik taps his foot, light and impatiently, at the unnecessary wait. He isn’t sure what draws him to Church this morning, but maybe the Pantheon will smile on his luck before he falls asleep.

#para:Count Your Blessings #para:malik

Every once in a while Morgaine makes it to church on time. It only happens about once ever few months, and it normally when she been having a very good week and thinks that she doesn't want to press her own luck and bring it now. Now is one of those days. With a new business deal in the mix with Zahara, more gold in her pocket to keep her and Liam in drinks for a while, and another job looking to be lined up, Morgaine finds herself away, and not drunk, while walking through the market before heading to the church.

She is almost never awake early enough to see the town at this hour, even if she was she is pretty sure it be a different scene the what she has in front of her now. Morgaine is pretty certain the only other time she had seen the market closed is when she is stumbling through it trying to find her way home at time. With the booths closed up Morgaine can't help but miss the noise of the town. Unlike most people Morgaine doesn't fine piece in silence, but much rather be in a loud, crowed place, then in someone like this.

With the feeling like she is walking through a ghost town with the market closed up Morgaine actually would rather be in the church then out there right now. At least there she might be able to find someone to talk to, or even if she is lucky she could see the important people she needed to and get lucky and take off early.

Even with the head start Morgaine make it to the church with only a few minutes to spare before the service starts. While most of the seats are starting to fill up Morgaine catches the familiar face out of the corner of her eye and the seat on his right still open and makes her way down the row to the seat. "Sir Gettinson, what a pleasure seeing you here this morning."

Drunken Savior - Morgaine and Aurora

Aurora glared at this drunken mess of a person. What was she going to do? She was certain that her father had seen the fiasco by now. Aurora took a deep breath and turned her head to see that she was right. Her father stared at her in a way that told her something needed to be done. She didn’t want this woman to get in more trouble than was necessary. To respond to her father’s look she mouthed “I’ll take care of her.”

Then she felt her hand be moved only to hear a couple sentences spoken from the woman, only to have her hand placed back. “It’s not exactly cold in here and it hasn’t been that long. You haven’t even been here for the whole thing.”

A pain surged through her head and the blinding white light appeared, however, this gave Aurora an idea. She furrowed her brow, took a deep breath, and removed her hand from the woman’s mouth. Aurora, despite her tiny stature, grabbed the woman and pulled her out of her seat. The woman struggled and obviously was not a fan of being forced to do something but it seemed she was too drunk to truly complain. Aurora forced the woman out of the doors and she released a heavy sigh of relief because the headache began to die down as they walked further from the Church.

#para:drunken savior #para:Aurora

The grip on Morgaine's arm confused her at first, and then enraged her for a few seconds. Who did this girl think she was? Grabbing her like this? Trying to pull her from the church? Morgaine was just trying to obey the damn law, wasn't her fault she felt she had to break one to obey the other. But it wasn't until Morgaine saw most of the church men watching her that she pushed aside being angry and moved with the girl. At least of this one was taking her out for punishment she was pretty sure that even in a drunken state she would be able to take her out if she needed to.

Moving with the girl Morgaine waved at a couple of random people before being shoved out the front door. "For the archbishops daughter that was pretty rude Missy... Miss... pants." Morgaine knew she failed at forming together a logical enough sentence but she just shook her head like it would knock the nonsense words from it. The act made her feel dizzy.

As the exited the main church doors Morgaine could notice how the girl seemed to relax a bit as the walked farther and farther away from the church. Even for someone as drunk as she was, she knew that someone like Aurora shouldn't be calm while getting away from the church, but that was how the girl seemed to act. "Looks like you even glad to get out of there."

Drunken Savior - Morgaine and Aurora

Aurora stared confounded at the response she received. Was that supposed to be clever, she wondered. This woman was clearly drunk and she couldn’t hold in her laughter. Aurora had no idea how to respond to this nonsense and she had no idea who this woman was but she had a feeling that the woman recognized her. Aurora knew by the way this person looked at her; her eyes were squinted and staring intently at Aurora’s face.

"I guess, I could say the same to you but I’m almost certain you’re not interested in what he has to say." Aurora retorted, still trying to be as quiet as possible. She did not need her father’s wrath upon her in this instance. Yet, the woman had started to doze off and then she burst into spontaneous laughter. Aurora released a heavy sigh and instead of allowing this to persist, she placed her hand over the newcomer’s mouth.

"Don’t laugh." She commanded. "Do you want us all to get in trouble right now? You’re lucky I’m only the daughter of the Archbishop and not the Archbishop, himself."

She tried to warn this woman; she didn’t like what the Church did to punish people and it was easier this way.

#god damn it morgaine #hush your face #para:drunken savior #para:Aurora

Morgaine could slightly tell she was getting more attention on her self. Even now it looked as if the archbishops himself was looking over in her direction. It was then, and with the girls comment, she realized who she was sitting next too. Shit, even in this drunken state Morgaine knew that picking the seat next to the archbishops daughter might put her in more trouble then just being loud in church.

Though now it causes Morgaine to giggle more, now into the hand that is currently covering her mouth. Gripping it she pulled it away just slightly. "Your hand is sweaty dear." Placing it back over her own month Morgaine was not longer sure why she did it.

Instead she sat with the hand there for a few more moments. Shifting in her seat she once again tried to act like she cared about what the man was saying. It wasn't to long before she removed the girls hand again and whispered back to her.

"This really is boring. Is it normally this long? I really could use the little princesses room."

Drunken Savior - Morgaine and Aurora

Aurora regularly attended Church and saw everyone who came in and out of the doors. She never missed a person. It almost became a sort of game for her; who’s new today or who’s missing today? She would often wonder why someone showed or failed to show. It was just one of her many distractions as she sat and “listened” to the priest.

Today was no different and as Aurora sat in her seat, she glanced around at all the churchgoers. Today was mostly regulars and all the people who genuinely swallow the word of the Church. She found more and more that it was in her nature to question the information she was given. She often philosophized about whether or not this higher power actually existed and whether or not the Church told the whole truth.

Lost in her thoughts for a moment, Aurora hardly noticed that someone had occupied the once vacant seat next to her. It wasn’t until she heard someone ask her a question that she even saw the dark-haired woman who reeked of alcohol.

"Excuse me?" Aurora tried to whisper and not let her father notice that she had spoken. He’d be furious if he found her disobeying his or the Church’s rules.

#para:drunken savior #para:aurora #morgaine you poor drunk child #what am I going to do with her #i speak of my characters like my childrenm #sorry not sorry

Morgaine was already lost by the time the girl answered her. "Excuse me? Excuse you." Morgaine paused before realizing that was what the girl actually said before. Covering her mouth with her hands she tried to hold in a laugh, poorly.

She recognized the girl just slightly. She was something, someone, a person. That was the only connection could currently form in her head. She was unaware how long it had been, thought it was only a few seconds, since the girl spoke and was still watching her closely.

"If you keep lookin at my pretty face, neither of us will know what he is saying." This time Morgaine was actually successful in lowering her voice. Keeping her face forward she looked out the corner of her eye at the girl. Maybe she had sat by her before when she came to church, but those times were as hazy as this one was going to be.

Looking forward her eyes connected on the man speaking. Morgaine had been to church many times with her family, when she was still living with them, even then it bored her. Now it was almost miserable to sit there even drunk. Trying to not fall asleep Morgaine her words blur together and so how got the phase 'halfwitted God' which part of her knew would never be said but it forced her into a fit of giggles that got about half the people in the church starring at her again.

Drunken Savior - Morgaine and Aurora

Through all the trouble Morgaine caused, she did know when she was pushing her limits. Normally this would happened when she knew she missed church for at least 3 weeks, caused at least half a dozen issues for the guards, and been caught drunk but gotten away at least 4 times. It was around then that Morgaine knew if she wasn't to stay out of worse trouble then she lived in, it was time to at least start looking to be in the good graces.

Normally this meant showing up at church hungover or drunk of Morgaine. At least she was there was how she saw it. This time it was drunk. While the night before Morgaine would have been seen as the perfect towns folk of Cohav. As she passed out early in the night instead of staying up drinking, she even woke up early the next morning to get ready.

That was where it went down hill. Getting up get to get ready to Morgaine meant making her way to the closest tavern and bribing the man working as much as it took to get a few, around 5, pints of ale, before finally making her way to the church.

She is almost always a few minutes late. This time stumbling enough for the door to slam open causing her self to giggle. The stern looks around her Morgaine tries to copy before giggling a bit more and making her way through the church. The first set she sees open is next to a blonde small girl. Morgaine doesn't much think about who it is before falling into the open seat.

"So what he going on about today?" While the words are meant to be hardly a whisper, thought Morgaine couldn't care less, she is almost certain the man behind her heard her.

#para:drunken savior #para:aurora #cohavtask02

Headcanon 20

Morgaine never goes to church unless drunk or hungover. Once she decided it was best to sit next to the Archbishops daughter in her drunken state. While the Aurora was already looking for a reason to get out of the church to get away from the blinding light, Aurora took the girl, saving her from getting into much trouble for being drunk in church and also Morgaine, thought not trying to, helped the girl get away from the blinding light and away from the pain.

#cohavtask 02 #headcanon #headcanons #fun headcanon and para of fun #cohavtask02

silentandswift:

I regret to inform you that you’re mistaken on this one, love. I may just have a soft spot for females that resemble my ancestors.

Touchy. Okay, I'll admit I'm wrong. Better write that down Mal. I never admit I'm wrong.

#sorry i just saw this. i suck i know.#c:malik

Despite your large… indiscretions around town, there is a reason you still have enough money to consume copious amounts of alcohol.

Can’t I just admire a maiden for her work with swords of the sharp variety?

Really? I thought it was just because I was pretty.

Maybe if you were someone else, but since you are you, I don't think it's possible.

#c:malik

Morgaine, Morgaine, do you really think I would hire someone I don’t hold admiration for? Your fighting skills are known around the kingdom for a reason beyond drunken expertise.

Lady Greene is truly one of a kind. A defeat at her hands is as honorable as a defeat can get.

Wait, I'm know for something around here that isn't me getting drunk and naked in the marketplace? I'm surprised. Good to know people talk about me for my beautiful swords too.

Oh Mal, got someone's clothing you are trying to get under?

#c:malik

Not bad Gatton, although I did lose some coin on you.