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testrun_box2014-10-03 11:56 pm
righthandmage) wrote in testrun_box2014-10-03 11:56 pm
Two for one Unsounded special!
ELKA!
-1-
[Talking about random crap over drinks.]
So what about you? I saw you eyeing that little blond number over there in the corner. Personally I like someone with a bit more meat on their bones, but everyone's got their own weird desires am I right?
You should totally go over there. Say hi. Worst you'll get is beer in your hair. Best you'll get is a little hmm hmm hmm hey hey.
Eh? Eh?
-2-
[Just as you were trying to escape (From getting arrested, or paying your share of the bill, or whatever other situation you might not want to deal with), Elka shouted something in the First Tongue that switched the solidity of an iron stove with the flexibility of your pants. All of the sudden, your trousers are stiff as metal, while the stove collapses into a limp heap.]
You're not going anywhere! We've still got things to discuss.
DUANE!
-1-
[Duane Adelier: Well known scribe and spellwright. Whether you need a document transcribed in a language you don't know, or an item enchanted, rumor has it he is very skilled. However, for some reason, he doesn't have much repeat business. People who talk about him always look slightly uneasy, though they can't exactly explain why. But fuck it. You're not gonna let some nervous rumors stop you from going to see him.
His shop is decorated in a green and gold theme, and the man himself greets you warmly enough when you enter. But there IS something slightly...OFF, about his face, and it certainly is odd that he wears a hood even indoors on a cloudy day.]
Welcome. What can I do for you?
-2-
[Your recent exploits with Duane have left you both stained with more than a little bit of human blood. Duane is staring at his befouled gloves, his face a sickening mix of disgust and hunger.]
God damn you. But for you we never would have been in such a compromising situation in the first place. I'm going to have to throw out all of these clothes. The smell never truly leaves them.
[Is this accusation fair? Possibly. Possibly not. Either way, Duane isn't at his most rational right now.
-1-
[Talking about random crap over drinks.]
So what about you? I saw you eyeing that little blond number over there in the corner. Personally I like someone with a bit more meat on their bones, but everyone's got their own weird desires am I right?
You should totally go over there. Say hi. Worst you'll get is beer in your hair. Best you'll get is a little hmm hmm hmm hey hey.
Eh? Eh?
-2-
[Just as you were trying to escape (From getting arrested, or paying your share of the bill, or whatever other situation you might not want to deal with), Elka shouted something in the First Tongue that switched the solidity of an iron stove with the flexibility of your pants. All of the sudden, your trousers are stiff as metal, while the stove collapses into a limp heap.]
You're not going anywhere! We've still got things to discuss.
DUANE!
-1-
[Duane Adelier: Well known scribe and spellwright. Whether you need a document transcribed in a language you don't know, or an item enchanted, rumor has it he is very skilled. However, for some reason, he doesn't have much repeat business. People who talk about him always look slightly uneasy, though they can't exactly explain why. But fuck it. You're not gonna let some nervous rumors stop you from going to see him.
His shop is decorated in a green and gold theme, and the man himself greets you warmly enough when you enter. But there IS something slightly...OFF, about his face, and it certainly is odd that he wears a hood even indoors on a cloudy day.]
Welcome. What can I do for you?
-2-
[Your recent exploits with Duane have left you both stained with more than a little bit of human blood. Duane is staring at his befouled gloves, his face a sickening mix of disgust and hunger.]
God damn you. But for you we never would have been in such a compromising situation in the first place. I'm going to have to throw out all of these clothes. The smell never truly leaves them.
[Is this accusation fair? Possibly. Possibly not. Either way, Duane isn't at his most rational right now.
Duane, 2
Don't expect me to apologize for being assaulted.
[ Anger isn't productive, but it's easy, and it's better than collapsing on the spot or thinking about exactly what Duane did just now. Can beorc even go feral? ]
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Why were they after you!? What have you pulled me into!?
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Get your filthy human hands off of me!
[ Human is one of those words that's evolved into an outright racial slur among the laguz tribes. Reyson doesn't give a damn about that either. He's outright snarling. ]
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[This close, the magical nature of Duane's face is clear. It's clearly an illusion of some sort, covering whatever his real face is. There is also a smell of decay and rotting meat.]
I cannot help you if I do not know what your situation is! I cannot take control of the situation or avoid these attackers if I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY WANT!
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If you wished to know that, perhaps you should not have torn every last one of them limb from limb!
[ If that's an exaggeration, it probably is not much of one. ]
They wanted me either in their hands or dead, and I'm as much in the dark as you as to which!
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[He DID rip that one guy's arm off.]
But that's exactly what I'm talking about! I need control if I am to control my own instincts! Now:
If you do not know who wanted you, then who might benefit from your death or capture?
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Crimean rebels, the Begnion Senate, any slave trader or bounty hunter cunning enough to recognize me for who or what I am... The list is not short, unlike my temper, and I have already asked you to release me once! I will not ask a second time.
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Ssael stay my hand...though you have probably forsaken me.