Two for one Unsounded special!

[righthandmage]

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.

Comments

Duane, 1

[lichtenberg]

[Hell(a? Hel?) no, Thor does what he wants, fuck the haters. So he's going to stride in and holy fuck what's wrong with his face. There's something offish about it. But w/e, w/e.]

I'm told that you are an...enchanter. Of some repute. [This is said in the same way that someone who thinks that their CD drive is a built in cup holder would greet IT.]

duane 1

[grimly]

Oh, hullo!

[ casual glance around the room. interesting, very interesting. ]

You're just the bloke I was looking for. [ conspiratorially ] Have you got anything that would turn trousers into mice? Someone else's trousers, that is. I'd like to keep my own trousers just the way they are, nicely round my legs and everything.

Duane, 2

[aria_ardeinae]

[ Reyson has managed the impressive feat of looking even more disgusted than Duane, albeit closer to fainting and certainly not hungry at all. He won't be mourning any of these beorc, but being that sensitive to life force and being in the middle of a bloodbath is... not pleasant, at all. On the plus side, he's now more mad than anything else. Thanks, Duane. ]

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? ]