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Canon Dayter - Ch. I [Language]

Deash12

Coffee Enthusiast
Dayter.
I - II - III

There was a grunt, a crash, echoed by the metallic clatter of platters and dishware. The patrons sitting below shifted in their seats, silenced their conversations and looked up towards the source of the commotion.
“Ah fuck!
The sound of broken glass.

A man coughed gently and the tavern slowly worked its way back into its usual bustle. A plump older woman wearing a white cap and apron waved down one of her barmaids and leaned over to whisper in her ear. The barmaid nodded promptly and raised her dress so it would not drag on the ground as she walked, disappearing up the stairs.

He stared back into his reflection on the glass, hands planted on the basin of water that was set in front of it. His eyes were bloodshot and heavy bags creased below them. He traced a finger along the path that the scar made below his right eye, combing his fingers through his beard as the trail ran out. His beard was a little too long and the now mottled grey hairs bent off in whichever direction they pleased. The hair on his head, while still retaining some thickness, curled down over bits of his face, the colours fading into lighter shades of its formerly dark-brown self. He tilted his head down and lifted his dirtied shirt. His body was battered and weathered from the years. Scars were sparse, and mostly small, save for the jagged tear that ran itself up the left side of his body. He turned and lifted the shirt higher, looking over his shoulder at the reflection of the accompanying tear on his back. The exit mark was irritated and was surrounded by skin so white it was almost translucent.

A knock.

He snapped his head towards the door. Another knock. He muttered something beneath his breath, turning away from his reflection and making his way towards the door. He looked over the disarray of bottles and dishware, gave a sigh, and cracked the door open.

“Er… Dayter?” The barmaid stood straight, peeking in through the partially opened door. She spotted the mess and looked at Dayter, then back to the clutter, then Dayter again.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “what?” he coughed.
“Are. . . you alright?” the barmaid ran her hands along her dress, straightening it.
“I’m fine,” Dayter adopted a blunt tone and attempted to close the door, but the door was met with the barmaid’s foot.
“Wait!” she stuck her hand between the door and the frame, “I’ve- I’ve heard of you!”
Dayter exhaled quickly, “I don’t give a shit about what you heard, now go.” He swatted her hands away and nudged her foot from wedging the door open, shut it, and raised the chain to lock it.

“Dayter Arretez! I know you! Y-you were a Ranger once!” She yelled through the door, stomping her foot.
“There’s no such thing anymore, lady!”
The barmaid huffed, crossed her arms, and turned away.

Dayter waited until he could no longer hear footsteps. When the sound dissipated, he let his body slump against the door frame. Coughing again, worse this time. Breathing heavily through his mouth, his shoulders drooped and Dayter looked at the broken glass.
He remained silent for some time, staring at the chaos littered on the floor. The bent platters, shattered glass, strewn out bottles.
Dayter buried his hands in his tired face. He thought it meant something. Symbolised something. But he didn’t know what.
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Scardrac

Felsummer
Thanks so much! I've been fantastic. Hit me up on Skype. We've gotta catch up!
For sure I have a new skype. It's one I made for HW so just PM me on the forums or IG if you want it. Is this an introduction to a return or just something you wanted to do?
 

Deash12

Coffee Enthusiast
For sure I have a new skype. It's one I made for HW so just PM me on the forums or IG if you want it. Is this an introduction to a return or just something you wanted to do?
Ahhh, I'm not sure, honestly. We'll see if it's a return or anything. I've just invested far too much in Dayter to really let him go, haha.
I'm actually taking a writing class right now, and this was a final for our characterisation unit! I intend to write more, as we're actually moving on to our short story unit...
Wow.. Amazing writing!
You guys are too kind! :D
 

Immerael

The Shadow Admín
Retired Staff
I saw the language tag and instead of expecting explicit language I was hoping for a language based upon and called Dayter. I am disappointed.
 

Legendary Fiction

It took a lot to get here
If we read a post, and it gets redacted, does the knowledge go away, or do we still carry it on inside our heads, but perhaps with a lock where we are unable to do anything with it but peek at it from time to time, remembering what once was?
 

Deash12

Coffee Enthusiast
If we read a post, and it gets redacted, does the knowledge go away, or do we still carry it on inside our heads, but perhaps with a lock where we are unable to do anything with it but peek at it from time to time, remembering what once was?
When something is redacted it acts much like a memory wiping pen from MiB.
 
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7632

Guest
If a thread is redacted before anybody notices it exists, did it even exist at all?

Nice story!
 
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