BlueInTheShell
Barrel of Monkeys
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"Well, I'd offer you mind, but then it's going to turn into a contest, and I'll be quite truthful. I have no qualms killing you to ensure my place near -my- patron at least. He's not getting out of this deal that easily." Wisp said venomously, a bit of balefire flicking in her eyes before fading away. "You're also not his preferred associate, but yes you're correct. Finding you someone willing to play would be the first step down the road." Wisp soon smiled, and looked at the halfling, a more sinister tone spilling across a deadpan, serious features. "You have a lot to offer. I can assure you of that." Though just as quick as the malicious tone came it disappeared, Wisp bouncing glances between Waltz and Arabella. It was like babysitting a 200-plus pound baby who could snap necks at will.
Passing on the offered pipe, only to reconsider and take it from the Halfling, Wisp inhaled deeply, taking more than her share before breathing the plume of smoke out her nostrils like a serpent. "For all this planning and scheming on how to win her over, you certainly seem to wanna overcomplicate everything. That's a trait people hate in the Far North." Wisp chided, smacking her leaps and offering the pipe back to Arabella and snirking. "I wouldn't be surprised if it ended with Percy as the wife in a dress baking things for Waltz."
"Pair-ci-val. Ah ain't heard of anybody called that in the North parts where Ah'm from." Waltz retorted, puffing out her cheeks and crossing her arms after her headlock had been escaped from. "Well, to be fair, ah cracked mah head a few times when we were doing the partying thing. Plus yah wanted me to call yah father when we was in the bedroom not yah Purr-see-vull proper name. Which felt pretty weird to me. Why did yah want that?" There was a genuine look of curiosity on her face while she dug a hole for the White Mage (Wisp red in the face and suppressing a shit-eating grin) and holding up the water for him, beamed at him like a loon.
Adjusting her cloak and biting her nails, Waltz sniffled and shrugged her shoulder. "Either way, getting caught is gonna be funny to see. Watch them get dragged back here."
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In an instant, Christoval's sword was pointed towards Kastivi as he swung around to face the voice at his back, only for the young knight to sigh and lower his weapons when it was the lovely apprentice that melted his heart. "Goblin, yeah. Found it on the verges of death before I helped it....Expire." He said bitterly, looking at the black-red blood staining his weapon. The thing looked so small and brittle on the ground. "No idea why it's out here, but I think something else got to it before I found him. That means there's something meaner out where we're supposed to g-"
Christoval paused and looked over at Kastivi, and then blinked a few times. "...Why are you out here?"
"I just want to come home," said the Astronaut.
"So come home," said Ground Control.
"ï¼³ï½ ï½ƒï½ï½ï½… hï½ï½ï½…," said the Voice from the Stars.
“And he goes around killing people?†said Mort.
He shook his head. “There’s no justice.â€
Death sighed. NO, he said,... THERE'S JUST ME.
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Posted 06-21-2018, 08:47 PM
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