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[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - Winterhold/College Gate - Tagged: Altavia
It became painfully aware to the Breton mage that Altavia began to grow impatient with him slowly. Or, rather quickly, considering how long they'd known each other. Which was less than an hour. Nicholas cleared his throat and followed along silently behind the other mage as they approached the gate. The walk to the gate took mere minutes, though the last thing either of them expected was for a High Elf to greet them. Altavia tucked herself away behind Nicholas, which would've been far more difficult had it been the other way around. The Altmer gave a brief introduction of herself as gatekeeper for the College and informed them to show their intentions. "Display our intentions? What, are we supposed to give you a demonstration of our magical talents to prove that we are indeed not Nord extremists in disguise?" It sounded silly putting it that way, but the Altmer remained unamused. "If you must put it so crudely, then yes, that is exactly what I expect from you." Nicholas scoffed in disbelief. "How ridiculous. How many mages, how many potential students do you turn away with this? People come to you and this College to learn, and it is not within your right to deny them that. We are here to learn, not to prove ourselves worthy in the eyes of a skeptical Mer. Now, may we enter the College?" There was a sharpness to the mage's tone, but his tongue spoke words of gold. The gatekeeper left out a small "hmph" but stepped aside. "Fine, you may pass, but I will keep my eye on the two of you." She sneered an unspoken threat. Nicholas held her gaze and kept his cool, gently moving Altavia along ahead of him. "See Mirabelle Ervine once you enter the College. She will complete your introduction." The Breton nodded and started up the path to the college with the other, Faralda following along from behind. "Sorry about that," Nick murmured quietly to Altavia as they walked, taking note of the rather broken path they walked upon. "There was no reason we should have to prove ourselves just to enter."

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"Right?" Altavia agreed as they moved on, feeling a small rush of relief as the woman let them pass. Now she followed Nicholas, rather than rushing ahead. She hated surprises but the example of competence from the Breton beside her was good one. "Why, you talk like an imperial." She huffed, her first complement to him as a way of thanks. She cursed at herself for letting her impatience get in her way again. It didn't matter how, she was walking straight towards the college. Anticipation built in her chest as she wondered what would happen next. Faralda, the gatekeeper that questioned them, was lighting some strange sources marked at each landing, giving them occasional tips about the college. If she weren't so excited Altavia would be trembling from the heights, and more wearing of the broken parts of the bridge.
She saw the gates open, leading into a snowy courtyard. Faralda was walking back the opposite way, leaving their newcomers to enter the college. She thought she heard her wish them luck on their endeavors or something of the like, but Altavia was too distracted with processing her new surroundings as she entered the quiet courtyard. She shuffled with sudden realization that she didn't know exactly what she was looking for. "Hey Storm, do you know who this Mirabell is?" She asked.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm - Male - 31 - Breton - College of Winterhold - Tagged: Altavia
Nicholas felt the warm feeling of pride flush through his body and beamed in response to her compliment. "That's nothing. I know my way around with words is all. Though I'd love to see an Imperial talk their way into the College of Winterhold." He walked in a straight line behind the younger Breton, the crumbling path not wide enough for them to walk side by side. Nicholas was practically bouncing on his toes at the thought of becoming a student. His father taught him everything he knew about conjuration, and everything else was either self-taught or learned through private educators. Nick had never learned with others, and the very idea frightened him to the point that it excited him. Or was it the other way around? Regardless, his experiences here were sure to give him some insight on the feeling, and ultimately decide what he would do next. The gate before them bore an arcane eye, and as they approached it the door swung open on its own, revealing the College and its courtyard. Altavia sounded just as lost as he was. "Don't look at me." He put his hands up in mock defense. "Just look for some who looks like an important, non-student that's not the Arch-Mage. I looked further into the Morrowind wizards than I did the College." Nick admitted, recalling his time reading about magical topics. "Or we could always just ask another student where to find her--Is that a Thalmor wizard?" His topic changed in an instant.

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seventeen - breton - location: Winterhold, College - tags: Nicholas

That helps, She almost muttered, but she did as Nicholas suggested and looked around as he continued to speak. One of his idea was cut off by a statement, and the girl turned to see what he was directing it to. Thalmor? She's heard of their embassy in Skyrim but never regarded herself with them. Surely enough, Altavia spotted the flashy Thalmor robes borne on a frustrated man. "Why would they have representatives all the way out here?" She wondered aloud. He was arguing with a woman, another Breton. She seemed to display herself as an authority figure and considered her someone worth asking after the thalmor representative turned around and grumbled his way back into the college.
"I think that's her." She said, approaching timidly as the woman noticed them. "Ah, more newcomers. I'm sorry you had to see that, don't mind him. I'm Mirabelle Ervine. I'm sure you are anxious to get started. Would you two like a tour before you begin?." She greeted them, acting collected as if the argument never happened. It made Altavia awfully curious. wintekrhold was full of strange surprises as of late. She wasn't quite in the mood, but if she wanted to look for her brother, she'd need to know where to look.
"I would, if you don't mind." She replied, raising her hand slightly.

[Captain Plucky]

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi, Brynjolf,
Mercer Frey, Slick

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Conavin almost scoffed at Mercer Frey, he hadn't even been initiated in the Guild and someone already disliked him. He turned his gaze to Raavi once she began to speak so he didn't seem rude. He looked to where she had gestured and saw a man, that should consider not smiling as much, walk over to them. He rolled his eyes once the man began to flirt, it was the worst pick up line he had heard, and he spent a lot of time in bars so he heard some bad ones. Brueric looked back at Raavi with a questioning look in his eyes before smiling at her amused expression, obviously this was the famous Slick. "And you are Slick, right?" he asked, the neutral expression on his face completely clashing with his internal laughter.

Slick the Slickest Slipper of Slickness. (Or just Slick.)/ Brenton/ Intermediate Thieves Guild Member/ Mood: Calm, Cheerful/ Male/ 18/ Tags; Raavi, Conavin.

"The one and only, my friend!" Slick puffed his chest out, almost like a bird who was trying to hard to show off. "Do tell, soon-to-be member, what's your name?" He asked. Conavin seemed to be just around the age of Slick. They were about the same height, with the thief being just a little taller. "This is Conavin!" Raavi interjected happily, "Me and him are going to be trying the GoldenGlow estate mission. Remember that one?" she stated, her tail wrapped close to her body. "Ah, I heard." Slick chuckled, letting his fingers run through his bright, red hair. "It seems as if Mercer is giving you a heard time, Conavin." he joked, "But, I wouldn't worry. He treats everyone like that. Even Brynjolf, sometimes." Slick said.

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: About to Lose it/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin, Slick.

Raavi was trying her very, very hardest not to laugh. She tried not to talk, as it might make her burst out rolling onto the floor; but at some points, she couldn't resist putting some thought in. When she did speak, it was filled with a stifled, almost silent, chuckling tone. The Nightingale was now having Conavin take over the conversation, as she couldn't say another word without losing all of her composure. She had a paw resting on her stomach, her claws digging her gut just a little bit to help her not laugh.
It wasn't the joke itself that was funny, it was the fact that she and Conavin weren't allowed to laugh that made it so hard.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
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Location: Riften
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Mercer Frey, Slick

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Perhaps Rooster would be a good nickname for you. Conavin thought to himself when Slick puffed his chest out. did he really not know he looked like a idiot?"That's good to know. It's a pleasure to meet you. Conavin said, picking up on Raavi's situation. He hoped Slick would leave soon, it was difficult keeping a straight face when all you could think about was Slick as a rooster. "So Slick, how good of a thief are you?"

[Captain Plucky]

Slick the Slickest Slipper of Slickness. (Or just Slick.)/ Brenton/ Intermediate Thieves Guild Member/ Mood: Calm, Cheerful/ Male/ 18/ Tags; Raavi, Conavin.

Slick grinned once again, blinding the two with his incredibly shiny teeth. Raavi had no idea how he got them so bright. "Oh, I'm one of the best thieves here!" he boasted, "I could most certainly give a newbie like you some tips, if needed!" Unknown to Slick, a few of the other members around him rolled their eyes. Especially Mercer Frey, who was sick of listening to him all day. He should've assigned the GoldenGlow estate mission to Slick, just so he would die and would be out of his face.
Aw, crap, why hadn't he thought of that sooner??

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: About to Lost it/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin, Slick

"Slick, this has been such a-a nice chat!" Raavi stuttered, her cheeks puffed out as her chest began to gasp from holding her breath. Apparently, not breathing did not help the feeling of laughter go away. "But, we have to go talk to V-Vex! Yeah! See you later!" The Nightingale grabbed Convain's wrist tightly, dashing away from Slick as fast as she could. She opened the door which led to the guilds bar, and finally let it all out. Tears of laughter began to stream down her face as she thought about how silly of a name Slick really was,and how he seemed to not even care about it.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
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Location: Riften
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Conavin was about to ask if Raavi was alright when she grabbed his wrist and dragged him away quickly. He tore his wrist from her grasp when she began to laugh hysterically. "Are you...never mind." He smiled, her laughter was contagious. "Stop it, you're going to make me laugh!" he said quickly, biting the inside of his cheek so he didn't burst out laughing.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Losing it/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin, Slick

"You try having to think of kids making fun of Slick's name when he was little!" Raavi burst out, still chuckling madly. "Oh, imagine all of the things they rhymed it with!" Thankfully, they were in a different room, so the thief in question wasn't hearing a thing she was saying. "Then again, if his teeth were as bright as they are now, the kids in his village would probably be too blind to tease him! Or at least, not able to make fun of him from a face-to-face distance!" she howled, unable to breathe. Raavi hadn't be able to laugh this much in a long, long time. Oh, and how good it felt to laugh like this.

Slick the Slickest Slipper of Slickness. (Or just Slick.)/ Brenton/ Intermediate Thieves Guild Member/ Mood: Calm, bored/ Male/ 18/ Tags; None now.

Slick watched as Raavi and Convain left abruptly, running into the bar. It seemed like they were very excited to get that job done, no wonder they had run away from him so quickly! Either that, or maybe Convain was just intimidated by Slick's amazing looks, and Raavi had to bail him out. It wouldn't be the first time such a thing had happened in front of his eyes. "Don't you have something to do?!" Mercer Frey growled at him, "Go on, pick some pockets, or something!" he swung his hand in the air again. "Fine, fine." Slick brushed aside, knowing very well that Mercer just didn't want to be showed up in the looks department again. He opened the wooden hatch, pulled the lever on the tomb, and went up into Riften.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
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Location: Riften
With: Raavi

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Conavin paused for a moment before breaking into laughter. "Blast it! Why did you say that?" he held his stomach as he continued to laugh. "Imagine how much worst that would've been during puberty! I can think of all the jokes now." He shook his head as if he could shake the thought away. His own laughter sounded strange to him, he hadn't laughed in a long time, but it was nice to enjoy himself.