Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue Her embrace was unexpected, but as previously mentioned, he was a man of action more than words. He put one arm around her waist, letting her settle against him for however long she saw fit. Once she enough, he let his arm drop back to his side and listened to her praise and gratitude before he responded, You have been a wonderful companion Liliana. I'm glad you think of me in such a lovely light. If this truly is our endgame, no mater the outcome, I was glad to have met you. He let her rub his cheek and step away toward the shower. He lowered himself back to the bed as he heard her turning the knob and allowing the hot water to begin its descent into the tub. His mind wandered. Over the course of a year, he had grown very attached to Liliana. His feelings for her were always teetering on friendship and love. He acknowledged several times before this that he was probably in love with her, but their mission left them without a chance to express this notion. The shower subsided, signaling she was almost finished. He reached down and unbuttoned the vest, followed by his shirt, leaving his upper body bare, but clothed on his lower half. When she exited and told him it was time, he gave her a curt nod as he rose and traveled to the bathroom. The water was amazing. It had been such a long time since they had actually taken a hot shower, instead of using streams to quickly bathe themselves. While they had Ell, they reserved it for food, emergencies, and supplies. He leaned forward, palms against the tile, letting the water cascade and roll down his shoulders and back. It took him only a few minutes of leisure before he began to fully clean himself, his hair taking more of a priority than anything. After fifteen minutes, he exited, a fresh sheen of water still clinging to his muscular body. Strings of saturated hair hung in his face from the water. Normally he kept the hair pulled back, away from his forehead, but after that shower, he didn't see a reason until it dried. He looked over to her, To paraphrase you, that was wonderful. He took a seat on the bed and just leaned back, basking in the warmth of the room. He lowered his eyes to her, As long as we continued to be employed by the Militia, we can keep this luxury. I do wonder, however, how they intend to bypass a barrier. Maybe its some machination unseen by them not enforced by magic. Maybe a lever or the like. That would be convenient. Their conversation drifted away from their soon to be job and onto the small things they had enjoyed in this room. Then a call rang the phone on the desk. Yuri hoisted himself to his feet and descended the small steps hurriedly, lifting the phone from the cradle, Yes, this is Yuri. All right. As you wish. Yes, we will prepare accordingly. We shall meet then. He turned to her as he replaced the phone on the cradle, The team we will assembled in the square in only but an hour. They left some expeditionary money, as they called it, for us at the counter downstairs. In order for us to be prepared for the mission. I say we go and claim it. He climbed the steps once more and dressed and soon they were downstairs to claim their prize. Once it was secure, they ventured out into the square to purchase some supplies better suited to their future adventure. Yuri's first stop was a smithy, one where a blacksmith could polish and sharpen his blade. He left it there and continued out with her, though there seemed to be a twinge of hesitation to his step, as if he wasn't wholly comfortable with the idea of leaving the blade. He did this every time they met with a blacksmith. Now, though, it was time to acquire more suitable gear. Yuri made a simple selection. Black leather gaiters with a lustrous shine to them, signifying they were new. They were practical, providing warmth and protection from weather, with their inner lining being some sort of fleece material, but feeling light and non restrictive. He opted for another shirt, much like the one he was wearing before, with a lace frill extending from the collar and frilled sleeves, to keep with his gentleman image. He found a gray vest with what seemed to be a corduroy like pattern, but was assured it was simply because the material between the sets of fabric was a lightweight armor, good for protection from blades. Though it wouldn't stop them completely, a slash might be slowed or halted. But he warned never a thrust, and if they managed to alarm Militia members, it in no piece would stop a wayward bullet. The final acquisition was a heavy black coat, much like the one he had before, including the same golden twisted fabric for the edges. He shrugged the coat on as he listened to the shop keep talk about how the material was akin to leather, so it stayed dried and water just slid off of it. He stated it was warm, able to withstand even some of the lowest temperatures, and it was fire retardant. He even sold him on a pair of matching black gloves for the coat. Once he had purchased everything, he replaced the pocket watch his sister had gave him in the vest, attaching the chain to his left pocket. He looked to Liliana, Now it is your turn. After that, we should reclaim my piece and be ready for the expedition.