(2018-05-04) Bet You Didn't See That Coming
From gambling to sea monsters, all is covered
arabella raffiano 
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Summary:
Raffiano and Arabella run into each other and a conversation is had.
Related:
Stand alone
Misc Info:

After leaving the area earlier, Arabella had dropped her packages off at her room and came to the Wandering Albatross. There sure was a lot to do for the party, but her brother and the servants had it well in hand. So she had taken the smaller of her coin purses and come to see if there was a game going on. Of course there was, but there only a few others. It made the winnings and the losses both meager. As another hand is dealt, she offers the coin out and waits for the cards to be dealt before she collects her own in hand. Hiding a little behind the cards, she knows she has no talent as the others on poker face, but she can try. And she can hide her face behind the cards.

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| Arabella (Gaming) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 12 Status: |
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Who knows where he wandered or went, just that prior to the bridge incident, he'd completed morning training. He does take some things seriously. Now Raffiano has made his way to the docks. A little bit of rain at some point on his way has dotted his shoulders and head with droplets. He enters in and pulls his hair back, as if getting that wetness out of his luxurious hair. Not that it really is, unless one liked unkempt and a touch wavy as far as hair goes. He has a routine around here it seems, walking to the bar first, then calling out something. "Keep, I've heard tale that the best al…." He has begun at least, but as if some ritual to shut him up, when he entered there was an ale poured and its plopped down in front of him. Sloshing a little on the table. "Tis true, best this side of Matora." He grins, the later offered quietly to whoever it tending bar today. That said, he glances about, namely the gaming table(s). Well, who is this raven haired beauty hiding a little behind the cards, looks familiar. Then he double takes, nearly having to set his ale down, but he swallows back that choke, coughs lightly, and then proceeds to the table, "Is there room for another?"

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When she lowers the cards to be able to see who had come in, she raises them right away again as she becomes aware of just who it was. Then he approaches and asks to join and she lowers the cards again, slightly, and Arabella's features give way that her cards are junk. Nothing good. "Of course there is room. Room for anyone with coin they are willing to lose." With a daring smile in a sort of -devil-may-care way, she closes her cards and slides them back to the dealer, not out more money by continuing the bet. The dealer continues the hand and the winner is given the pot. Only after everyone is in again does the dealer start again. "It is good to see you have avoided swordplay by the bridge." A hint at a smile, she tilts her head, not looking at her cards, lest she give away her hand again.

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Putting in ante for a hand, Raffiano takes that seat offered. A slight swagger, he would mount it like a horse saddle if it faced the other way, lift a leg over and plop right on down. Its not facing that way, but he slacks into it in such a manner, similar at least. "I'm always willing to lose, its what makes me such a winner," he says, as if he had to quip about it, then a blink, maybe that didn't come out quit right. Others, if present, may even roll their eyes. Raffiano instaed focuses on the Signora di Sabastino. "Yes, exactly, good for that no account Russo di Ricci. Saved from a sure embarassement." Grinning as he says that though, he puts his mug down and waits his own gards for this hand. "This is a thing I take it, taking rides on the river in barrels. We should try this thing," pause a lift of his hand, one finger up to wave with indication, "You and I that is."

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| Arabella (Reckless) |
| -----— |
| Success Reckless |
| -
------ |
| Reckless |
| Trait: 12 Roll: 10 |
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Arabella does pick up her cards, but she does not focus on them for now. Instead, she looks at the nobleman as he joins at the table, and the way he seats himself. As the others roll their eyes, she sort of gets it and she laughs softly at the way he had spoken of being willing to lose and being a winner because of it. "He seems a slimy sort. I would not do business with him." The invitation to taking a barrel on the river has her looking at him again trying to gauge if he was serious. "We should." She surprises herself by agreeing then lifts her cards and hides behind them as she studies the cards.

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| Arabella (Gaming) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 3 Status: |
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| Raffiano (Gaming) |
| -----— |
| Fumble! |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 2 Mod: 0 Total: 2 |
| Roll: 20 Status: |
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The worst hand in the game, and Raffiano raises. He has a good poker face, but he doesn't really care for the game. "I raise," he even says, as he adds more coin in there. Maybe its not a raise the stakes sort of game, he tries to anyways. Looking serios with his good hand. He turns to Arabella after getting that straight. "The worst sort, it may not be a good night for Russo." Not that he would kill the man, but roughing someone up may be in line for Raffiano, sort of the rule of the street in a manor. He grins though as she agrees. "Oh, perfect, I know a few barrels we could try. I warn you, I am not the best swimmer, so if the plan fails, I am intrusting you to save me. Just so we're clear." A pause, "I can boat as good as any, but no accounting for the craftsmanship of the barrel is all."

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Arabella does know she has a good hand, the cards have favored her this time, but the confidence in Raffiano has her second guessing. Still, she liked the thrill of the game and she stays in and when the time comes to show her hand she realizes she wins the entire pot. Collecting it, she smiles and as is her usual, she keeps it, sitting out the next hand. "If you can boat but cannot swim perhaps you can steer the barrel like a boat." She laughs softly. The dealer starts dealing again, knowing her tendency to sit out after winning a hand. "What if I cannot swim as well?"

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HIs hand lost, Raffiano seems indifferent about losing his money so readily. Or he only puts in what he knows he can lose when it comes to gambling. Even as she sits out, he takes another hand. To keep talking for the moment and enjoy the company most likely. "Exactly what I'm thinking, except I'd need a sail. And that could topple the barrel I imagine." He may be losing this hand too, but he's not focused on it as much as the consideration of the barrel. In fact, leaning over the table a little, one hand on the edge to keep him propped, the other rubs his chin. "We may have to trust the barrels to fate on this one. That leaves only one way to be sure you know?" Which he suggests he does by the nature of phrasing it as a question in that manner.

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| Raffiano (Gaming) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 2 Mod: 0 Total: 2 |
| Roll: 3 Status: |
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| Arabella (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 10 Status: |
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| Arabella (Deceitful) |
| -----— |
| Failed Honest |
| -
------ |
| Deceitful |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 17 |
| Honest |
| Trait: 10 Roll: 14 |
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Arabella gets dealt back in after the pause between a winning hand and the next. With her ante in, after Raffiano loses again, she smiles over at him. "A sail or an oar. When would you like to try this barrel thing? Last I heard we were supposed to ride horses. I finally had to get my brothers to and there you were. With your cousin. Signore Cesare was he?" Batting her lashes a little, pretending to swoon. She fails at it rather terribly and perhaps he can see through her feigning interest in his cousin to maybe gain a reaction from him! As the cards are dealt, she collects them, hiding behind them a little. "Then we trust the barrels to fate. As we trust luck for the cards."

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| Arabella (Gaming) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 18 Status: |
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"Of coures, I mean barrels are better than horses, so I've heard tale," responds Raffiano, losing more money and putting up another ante even. Then half a grin, "I know, I owe you a ride too. I assure you, you will not find me in the company of Cesare as we ride barrels." A pause, he looks at her, and her lashes. He does half a grin, then looks more stern, "That cad," as if offended she was interested in him. "No really, if we had to compare." He holds up two hands like scales the scale of cad-iness, he moves them up and down and then lifts on up to eye level, the other down to his chest. "So much more," he looks from her to the hand at his eye level, showing clearly by hand scale alone the difference. And if he was some measure and his cousin was so much more, enough said, he plays his hand horribly again most likely. "Yes, we trust the barrels, as clearly as the cards will favor me winning this hand."

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| Raffiano (Gaming) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 2 Mod: 0 Total: 2 |
| Roll: 3 Status: |
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Another wins the hand but Arabella loses as gracefully as she wins. A smile still worn as she watches Raffiano. "You are collecting the outings and fairly soon you will run out of time and I would be forced to accept the offers from others." She tries to sound as if there were many offers but she laughs and gives herself away. "Like my brother who has promised me a dance tonight at the feast." The hands are dealt again after both have given the ante. "I agree your cousin is interesting, though he does not eat flowers with me. However, your sister does." She still has not named the ones she ate that supposedly are edible. "I am certain that we cannot trust the barrels if you keep comparing it to your winning hands. You will have no coin left and your family will trade you off as a husband to a merchant house."

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"A man of broken promises," nods Raffiano. Then he gives pause, another round of losing under foot, or hand as the case might be. Even as she laughs, "You know, I think I shouldn't promise. I barely know what I will do the next day with me time, should I have some for myself. I am more of living in the moment I think, for now at least." Instead of putting money into the pot, he doesn't joi the next hand. "Instead of thinking what we may do tomorrow, let us instead do something today. I plan to attend tonight, as do you, but let us do something now before we must get ready." He's determined and starts to stand, "It could be barrels, or riding, or whatever springs to mind. But instead of breaking the promise of tomorrw, let me just fulfil today instead?" Standing he offers a hand to the layd.

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| Arabella (Gaming) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 18 Status: |
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Two failed hands in a row is more than enough to get Arabella to follow his lead and she does get to her feet after taking that offered hand. "Either is agreeable. Perhaps you lead and I will follow." A smile as she steps around the table and releases his hand only to place it in the bend of his arm so he may properly escort her. "I think not making plans or promises and just going and doing things right then is a good way to live. Impulses can be fun, no matter who you are with." To the door and outside nearer the docks, she lets him decide whether it was barrels, a horse ride, or a walk down the grassy path. Or even something else he had not thought of.

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Raffiano

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Long dark hair is pulled back and tied over the man's back. Its loose enough to note that its a mix of wild and curvy, but kept like that keeps the hair in place. His jaw is slightly boxed, leaving the line to angle down towards a square chin. Wide and squarish of face in general, when the man's lips twist there is the hint of dimple under rounded cheeks. The chin is covered in a scruff of facial hair somewhere between growiing towards a beard or ready to be cut off. The man undecided most likely. Offset to that scruff, his brows are dark of color but light of coverage due to some thinning at the edges, this is emphasized more over his left eye which seems to have taken a nick from a blade most likely, or otherwise cut.
He is not tall, but carries a weight. No indication of a belly either, indicating he is fit. The man wears a dark tunic with hints of embroidery on it, giving indication of his station, but favors a thick cape, not quite covering enough to be considered a cloak. The belt at his side holds a sword, showing he is a member of nobility or Ventura, but the detail of those clothes indicates the former more than the latter.

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Contents:

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LoggerX(#1161Tn)

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Raffiano took you.

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Raffiano drops you.

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Dominio Mare Matora
Fri May 04, 1335 — Fri May 04 15:53:30 2018
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While there are several commercial docks for larger ships dotting along the shoreline there is plenty of space left for berths for smaller ships that dot around the houses lining the coastal area. The deep blue color of the water goes with the red roofing and sun bleached rock of the large houses. The more reputable tavern is located here a short distance from the docks. The view of water is as far as the eye can see. A bit further down the coast is a grassy knoll that borders up to the water and while there is a sandy beach somewhat nearby.

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Contents:
Raffiano - Long dark hair, broad shoulders, dark eyes.
RLog - is currently ON - SCENE IS BEING LOGGED.

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Exits: [GP] Grassy Path [WA] Wandering Albatross Tavern

[N] Dockside
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Arabella arrives from the Wandering Albatross Tavern.

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Arabella has arrived.

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Taking the offered hand, or bending his arm even, Raffiano makes for the exit. He can be a gentleman it seems, despite his mannerisms. "Lead and follow, or, just go out together." He says, leading for the door, but then just walking instead of guiding in a manner. "You are right impulse is better. I never know what may catch my fancy, but planning for it, I'm sure to fail." A nod given to the grassy path, "Head to what little beach we have left?" As the city buttreses against the sea in more areas than not, "See what the tide has brought us? We can bet on it, I bet we find treasure from far off Niranea. The treasure of kings of old, ships lost centuries ago, and now it is for us to find, before someone else stumbles upon it?" Or just sand.

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"Or perhaps finding something from oceans deep. Teeth from odd sea creatures. Circle shells of white. Colored shells that sound like the sea. Castles of sand?" Arabella gives her own musings that are far less grand than those of his. Perhaps more realistic. "I think we should go explore the beach and see what we can find." Walking with him, at his side instead of the lead and follow thing just as he had suggested, she watches the sun glancing off the white tipped waves and smiles to herself. "It looks wild out there, I think a life on the sea would be quiet but instead of peaceful, more challenging. And incredibly lonely."

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Listening as he walks, Raffiano nods, "Or maybe the teeth to some old sea creature who wants them back, and the ghost will haunt whoever takes those teeth." He adds a little too the thought, less realistic, but assuming it is more as she said, shells and such. He heads for the path then, turning his own head towards the water. "Lonely, or a daily feast with your closest snoring friends that sleep feet away from your face. It could be fun at times I think. But you're probably right, lonely or boring when nothing exciting is happening. I'm content to have my feet on the ground, or in a saddle. Maybe on the dance floor, just a warning, if we get to dance, I may find your toes more than the ground, but I'd enjoy a dance the same I imagine."

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"You have quite the imagination! Teeth of a sea creature ghost? Perhaps then we will be washed to sea and find buried treasures of boats long ago sunk. We could be wealthier than anyone and start our own bank." Arabella gets into it with him, laughing when he describes the feet and faces and … "You keep your feet in the saddle?" Stirrups, of course, "You are a trick rider? Standing! And I only ride side saddle. I have not worn those," she gestures to his pants and laughs again. "So I cannot ride and be modest at the same time." Walking, she considers the dancing. "Oh dear, my dance card is already filled with a promise to all of my brothers." Certainly she's teasing. "If you dance with me and I do well, will you again say you found something I am good for?" A brief hint to their argument before.

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"A bank to fund ventures of our own," if there is an our in that future. Raffiano considers the feet, "Maybe the stirrups, I do know a trick or two, I just meant I'm better on the ground or riding a horse than boating." He chuckles a little, she may have been teasing him there too. "You should try it, wear some pants, ride in the saddle, feet in stirrups. I hear all the cavalieri do it." Of course the knights ride like that. He looks forlorn, no dance, "You truly have that many brothers, you will have no time for a lone brother of the Albrici family?" His eyes smile, he figurees she was teasing and teses in return, then chuckles at her question. "Well, I may, depends, if you are good at dancing. And if its one more, it is yet one more in the tally of things you are better than me at doing. Reading, dancing, solving arguments over cores. I do have the hair thing going at least."

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"Funding adventures such as going on and beneath the sea for even more treasures." Arabella laughs, but more for the imagery of him on the trick riding on his horse. "I am not so good at any of those, but I do like exploring and trying new things." Except maybe pants. "I think my mother would not allow me out of the house with pants on and my father would perhaps make lightning strike me." "I will consider it, but in truth, I will be trying to catch the eye of the Prince. A girl could do much worse!" Certainly again she is teasing and she laughs softly that turns into even more laughter. "Your hair." Her eyes lift to his hair and she shakes her head. "You truly like your hair. And one day you mentioned quoting a poem for me."

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A look her way as she laughs, and Raffiano nods, "Exactly, to venture beneath the sea would be a glorious adventuree." He's not thinking about trick riding at all but shakes his head about parents, "That is the way of parents, anything you do not want for yourself, they shall heap on you." Or command. A slight nod of his head, his lower lip purses out as if he was considering and appreciating fine art with indifference, "The Prince, true, could do worse, but to catch his eye. If you need to make him jealous, I'm your man then, Signora. I'm good as an arm piece, and this hair." He nods his head a little a chuckles, "I don't know if I like it, or think much of it. Not until the Conte went on about it. I couldn't let it go." Then he squints a little, "I thought it was you would quote one, or read it, and point to the words for me. My poetry is less quoate and more made up on the spot."

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"Perhaps to venture beneath the sea we should speak with those of Arbore and tell them what we wish." There is amusement in her eyes as she considers that, not truly believing there was a way to venture under all of the heavy water. The return mention of parents has her nodding, but adding nothing to the comments. The Prince idea does though and she laughs again. "You do have all that wavy hair. Perhaps the Prince would prefer one such as you." Lifting her eyes to his to share the amusement of the moment. Lapsing into silents again as they walk, but only for a moment, she questions. "Would you recite one here and now? Or do you need inspiration? The sea is good to inspire and the ghost of the sea creature and the missing teeth," she laughs.

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"Perhaps," he concurs on speaking with other houses. And he lets it ride, along with other topics. As for his hair, "Maybe the Prince shall prefer my hair. But alas, I do not seek to be his interest for dancing tonight." He considers her request, slowling to a pause to look out to the sea. "I suppose I can try, for you Signora Arabella." He bobbles his head in thought and looks distantly beyong the white caps of the breakers nearby.

"Where I of the deep, a traveller of the dark,
Lonely I might be, in the cold below
But with an eye to the surface I would have,
The world of light, I'd long to know

I may swim for my teeth, far or near
To some lonely maiden, taken them for treasure to her home
Then I must leave the world I know so true
And into the unknown would my heart roam

Would I then be alone, away from family
Lost and distant I would surely be,
But then, she might long the same
Alone together, we'd have that company."

He shrugs, "Good for quick on on the spot?" Then he gives a chuckle, uncertain himself.

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| Raffiano (Compose) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
------ |
| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 1 Status: |
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Arabella continues to walk at his side and she finds a shell of some sorts, it is small and bleached white by the sun. Perhaps it has been here awhile. Collecting it, she smiles thoughtfully, "Perhaps it is not the Prince who would be interested in the dance after all." As she realizes he was going to recite, she turns, giving him her full attention, the smile turning more melancholy before, when he finished, she dazzles a bright one to him. "You never mentioned you were so wonderful at it, Signore Raffiano. Or how well reciting your poetry turns your voice as soft as velvet." A blush climbs into her cheeks. "I should go. I have so many preparations before this evening if I am going to attract the dance of.." she dips her head and blushes deeper, "Of the Prince." Of course. Though obviously it had not been what she was going to say.

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