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I am Knight Lautrec, of Carim. Perhaps we can help one another... [Ask/RP blog for the character Lautrec from Dark Souls.]

[knight--lautrec]

He nodded. "Well, im sure living in a jail cell was just as entertaining friend. It's a good thing that one undead found the key, it seems of recent he has been making both of us very fortunate, do you think he can do it? Beat Gwyn? I doubt it."

Ignoring the sarcastic jibe, Lautrec mulled over the merchant's question.

"I don't think he has the fortitude to fight Gwyn, he will most likely turn tail and flee. Or he will be killed repeatedly until he finally does go hollow."

He shrugged and glanced over in the direction of the graveyard, staring at the stone ruins. "It doesn't matter to me either way. He did me a favor once and I'm grateful for it, but losing him has no effect on me."

Truthfully, Lautrec hoped the undead would succeed in removing the last obstacle in his way. As long as he didn't rekindle the flame, Lautrec could carry on his mission. If the chosen undead did then all of Lautrec's work would be for naught. He preferred to avoid thinking about that.

[knight--lautrec]

"I don't think I've seen you around before. Interesting armor you have there."

Lautrec looked the newcomer over.

"I could say the same about you, except in your case you seem to be covered in blood, rust, thorns, and filth." He smiled and shook his head slowly. "Many people pass through Firelink but few ever seem to return. I wonder if you'll disappear as well?"

[knight--lautrec]

"Aye, siwmae." he said, giving the golden knight a bow. "How fair you today Lautrec? Keeping the hollowing away I presume."

"Well this is a surprise", he said, chuckling. "And here I thought you would never leave your spot under that damned aqueduct."

Lautrec shrugged his shoulders and stared at the enigmatic merchant. "I'm far from hollowing and the day is full of promise. But a better question is what brings you down here?" He laughed. "Surely this mundane world bores you, as I'm sure sitting under an aqueduct all day is much more gratifying and exciting than this dreary place."

[knight--lautrec]

Sometimes I wonder if Lautrec is really so bad, what is the point of leaving the black eye orb? Why does he want to link his world with her corpse or does he want to be punished for his sin?

"You can't begin to understand my motivations", he growled. Lautrec crossed his arms and stared at the stranger. "As much as I would like to tell you, that would require a lengthy exposition that I don't feel comfortable sharing with you. Needless to say, I don't feel the need to be punished for carrying out a deed that was necessary. I committed no sin."

He casually waved the stranger away. "Enough talk, I've shared enough words with you. Let's not get too friendly now."

[knight--lautrec]

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[knight--lautrec]

Where did you get the Shotels? Did someone give them to you?

Lautrec unsheathed one of the curved blades. He held it out and turned it over in his hand.

"These weapons were forged in Carim by a master smith", he said. His voice was low and gruff. "But I didn't buy these. I earned them."

He laughed as he sheathed his weapon and turned away. "I'll let you keep wondering."

[knight--lautrec]

Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I haven't disappeared.

I will be getting back to rping (everyone is welcome and I am always happy to rp with you, doesn't matter if you're oc or canon or even anon) and I know I have replies to get to as well.

It's been a long time but I'm glad you're still here. I also want to say hello to new followers just now! Very nice to meet you and thank you. I greatly appreciate this.

EDIT: I just noticed the large amount of asks I have. Well then....

[vondieerde]

solaire on the streets lautrec in the sheets

[knight--lautrec]

Oh really?

[knight--lautrec]

(I think I've missed a lot of things...)

[axemurderercreighton-deactivate]

Its 3 am. Do you know where your fire keeper is?

headcannon: Lautrec is an excellent dancer, and this is how he shows devotion to Fina. This is the murder dance.

((This is really funny at 3am fyi. so the shotel does a half spin as Lautrec’s grip changes on the handle as it goes from up to down. Not sure if it looks sharp at this speed or just blurry. My eyes are just kind of blind thanks to all that yellow I cant tell right now))

[knight--lautrec]

"I am not sure if I find this amusing or insulting. Probably a bit of both, actually."

[knight--lautrec]

Lautrec’s thoughts were dashed away as Jenessa confronted him. He could smell the burnt grass and still feel the lingering heat through his armor from the fireball. Her face was almost pressed against his. He only offered a sad smile in response, but she couldn’t see it.

"Embraced with what? Now that is a good question", he said slowly. Perhaps he was wrapped in his own delusions, not wanting to face the truth, and hid himself within his armor. After all, who would want to look upon a wretch such as he had become? It was better to be this way, hidden from view and distanced from petty relationships. He kept these thoughts to himself and quickly pushed them aside.

He recited the same words he always had in response to such questions, but they rang hollow and fell stale from his lips. “I am embraced by Fina and her grace gives me strength. My life is hers, and I carry this conviction with the weight of a goddess behind it. My devotion is my oath.”

He took a step back. Jenessa’s piercing gaze was discomforting, even as he was hidden behind his armor, and he shunned that feeling of vulnerability. He wanted to remove himself from those scrying violet eyes.

"I do not need to explain anything to you. What I seek is of no concern to a darkwraith. I make my threats but you would do well to avoid crossing me." His conviction behind that threat was weak. He was pushing her away, just like the countless others who had strove to find out who the man in the golden armor was. For the first time in ages he felt the distinct loneliness of his existence, but he told himself it was better this way. It was better to have nothing left to lose.

"Excuse me, my lady, but I believe our conversation is over. Do be sure to avoid going hollow", he said harshly. Moving around her, he walked away. He needed to be alone. He didn’t dare look back at Jenessa.

It’s better this way, he repeated to himself, over and over. A lie repeated enough times eventually becomes truth.

[jenessa-mercier]

Jenessa forced down her anger as he walked away, fighting the urge to smack him in the back of the head with the flat of her sword. She glanced at the Hollows wandering about up the hill. 

Storming up the hill, she engaged them with more ferocity than was required: summoning pillars of flame to kill them as she hacked and slashed the others to pieces. 

Someone always needed help and when she deigned to offer them that help, they turned away. Over and over again before it became an endless cycle. A dull sword thudded against her shoulder and she turned to slam her fist into the Hollow’s face, breaking the creature’s teeth on her gauntlet. 

"Bastard…" She snarled to herself as another Hollow rushed her. This time, she merely touched her talisman and summoned a shockwave of energy. The blast slammed the Hollow backwards, bones breaking and piercing the decomposed flesh. 

She turned her head and from where she stood, Jenessa could see the knight sitting near the Firekeeper, motionless. The nerve of him…

"Bastard…" She muttered again, storming up towards the Burg to leave a trail of corpses to mark her path.

[knight--lautrec]

Lautrec stared at the firekeeper. She was sitting within the cage, her hands in her lap and her head bowed low. He thought she must feel as lonely as he did, being bound to the bonfire for the rest of her life. And yet she did nothing to change her fate. That seemed to be the exact thing he was doing.

Jenessa had tried to reach out to him, to remove the armor he held so close and see the true man underneath, but he pushed her away like it meant nothing. It did mean something to him; it was infinitely difficult for Lautrec to reconcile his feelings with the instincts he had developed in order to survive in this harsh land.

He sighed. He heard a low roaring and commotion off in the distance and turned his head to see what it was. Great pillars of flame erupted from the ground by the aqueduct, incinerating the hollows unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast. A lone figure was fighting the hollows. No, fighting wasn't quite right. Decimating was a more appropriate word. Lautrec recognized Jenessa's telltale armor and graceful fighting style, even at that distance.

He knew he should go to her and apologize, his ingrained Carim etiquette demanded it, but he found himself too afraid to face the lady darkwraith again. He was afraid to be judged as the man beneath the armor.

I can't keep doing this. The dull ache of solitude was still buried deep in his chest and it pounded insistently. He shoved his instincts aside; it wasn't going to be easy, but he would go to Jenessa. He would tell her everything, no matter how painful it was to let the words out. He couldn't wear his armor forever.

He stood up and began jogging up the side of the cliff towards the aqueduct, taking the steps three at a time. She had disappeared from sight but the trail of hollow corpses was easy enough to follow.

[knight--lautrec]

lady-of-flames started following you

[knight--lautrec]

"Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met."

[lady-of-flames]

"No, I don’t believe we have. I am Lady Aed. Who might you be?"

[knight--lautrec]

"Ah apologies for my hesitance but you are a very...visually arresting woman. In a good way of course. I am Knight Lautrec, of Carim."

Lautrec bowed low and swept his arm before him before straightening again. Lady Aed...he thought he recognized that name but couldn't exactly place the thought.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Aed. And what might you be doing around a place such as this?"

He swept his arm around and gestured at the surrounding stones of Firelink Shrine.

"Not exactly an exciting place for a woman such as yourself, hmm?"

[knight--lautrec]

lady-of-flames started following you

"Hello, I don't believe we've met."

[queen-of-a-thousandfangs]

How do you feel about Solaire and Lautrec?

Ah, the gold guy and the guy who thinks he can talk to the sun?*GD smirks* “Hmph!” Dont make me laugh, they always barge in here thinking they can win.”*GD laughs* “The gold guy thinks he can parry me, and the other, which scares me, gathers a lighting bolt but always misses.”  

[knight--lautrec]

"I resent that."

[knight--lautrec]

-Taurus touches the booty and then hides behind a rock-

-Lautrec is frozen in astonishment. After a moment he goes to follow her but trips over the rock she was hiding behind-

"Uh...hello Vyktaurrya."

[knight--lautrec]

DID YOU KNOW THAT I HATE YOU?

"Did you know that if you talk to me again I’ll kill your precious Quelaan?"

[knight-of-thorns]

DID YOU JUST THREATEN MY WAIFU??? DAMN SON YOU GONE DID IT NOW

I think he needs to die. No one will threaten the Fair Lady and continue drawing breath.

Kirk was visibly agitated and was swinging his sword so hard he nearly threw it.

I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AND WEAR YOUR HEAD AS A HAT

I am going to enjoy this…

[knight--lautrec]

"I am going to enjoy gutting you and flensing you limb from limb. Your death will not be quick, I assure you."

Lautrec was done threatening. He advanced on the knight of thorns, twirling his shotels as he approached.

[knight--lautrec]

DID YOU KNOW THAT I HATE YOU?

"Did you know that if you talk to me again I'll kill your precious Quelaan?"