[Suzerain of Sheol]

That... actually feels really nice. I mean, considering five seconds ago. And not because it's Gambooge. Eew. It'd feel nice from anyone. Except Syrgei. I would have literally shot him. And then I'd have blood all over me in addition to slime and puke.

Maybe I should shoot him anyway.

"Having fun? I think we're done. You can stop now." She flicks back the invisible hammer on her pistol. Yay for auditory illusions. "Stop."

[Gallagher]

Again? He sighed and pulled his hands away, once again holding them up where she could see them, assuming she opened her eyes. "Stopping."

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Tsae slowly blinks her eyes open, not noticing any particular damage.

Okay, immediate threat dealt with. Clothes are going to be... complicated.

Letting her gun dissipate, she carefully peels her gloves off and discards them, then extends her hand to Gambooge in appreciation. "Thanks for that. Glad to see I can count on someone around here."

As soon as he takes her hand, though, she kicks him even harder in the shin. "But I'm blaming this entirely on you, just so we're clear."

[Gallagher]

He thumped back onto his rear, yanking his hand back, and pulled his legs away from the mesmer, his eyes narrowed at her. "Fine! Have fun cleaning up with that!" Gambooge pointed at the thief, his bucket, and his pile of ragged looking cloths. "I bet you've got a great taste in your mouth, too, huh? I hope that water isn't contaminated!"

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Looks like she’s back to normal.

Syrgei stands up, watching as the Mesmer berates the Elementalist now sitting on the ground and cradling his legs. I suppose this is going be normal.

When the scowling settles, he looks to Tsaerri, “you know, it probably wouldn’t kill you to be a little more personable,” and hands her the peasant clothing he has draped his arm. “As I said, not much, but you can likely find something better in town. I don’t think our sponsor will object to the trip.” He gestures back towards the reservoir. “There’s a pump-house there where you can change. I’m just going to assume you don’t want any extra help.”

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Oh, I'm sure you'd just love to come 'help'." She yanks the clothes away from him, leaving the bucket.

"I'm going down to the river to clean off. And in case it isn't clear..." She gestures to her left and three phantasms armed with a pair of pistols each spring into being. "...following me would be a bad idea."

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Syrgei watches Tsaerri as she walks down to the river.

"Not really."

[Gallagher]

Gamby groaned and flopped backwards onto his back, thankfully missing any large puddles of goo or vomit. "Maybe if she was a little more grateful!" Huffing, he pulled the newly bruised leg up towards his chest to rub the pain away. It didn't work.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

"And here I thought it was just me." Syrgei says as he turns towards Gambooge, still haphazardly flopped on the ground. He offers his hand to help the elementalist up.


"That golem of yours taking care of the rest of the oozes?"

[Salone]

Eduardo frowned, watching the interaction of violence and outburst of emotion.

"I say, um...is this...usual? Is this how combat and interaction usually takes place among adventuring parties? Honestly I thought it was all knights and dragons and honor and swords and whatnot. This is really, erm...an experience."

He sighed, feeling a little let down.

"This will be saddening to write in my diary."

[Gallagher]

"Probably, yeah." He looked at the thief's hand, but instead of taking it, he groaned again, this time from the sylvari's comment, and threw his arm over his eyes, the other hand still clutching his leg. "A terrible experience! I'm so ashamed of us!"

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Okay... it seems to be relatively private over there under the bridge. Goddess, I hope this stuff comes out of my hair...

Tsaerri gets closer to the water, only to notice a furtive shape skulking around the riverbank.

Sorry, Mr. Skale. It's just a bad day. No hard feelings.

Fanning out into enfilade formation, her three phantasms open synchronized fire on the amphibious creature, riddling it mystical bullets.

"Oh Gods!" Tsae yelps, rushing ahead as she commands them to cease fire. Don't fall in the water, please, please please please please, ohrightblink.

She catches the dying creature just as its tottering, crumpling form is about to tumble into the river.

Great, its bleeding all over me. I don't even care at this point.

With tremendous effort, she hauls its slippery carcass off to the side, ignoring its frothing gasps, strongly considering just collapsing to her knees and crying at her terrible fate here.

With a resigned sigh, she sets her duelists to patrol and begins to peel off her sodden clothes.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

'We'll find our stride, eventually." Syrgei retrieves the bucket of water and empties it on a particularly nasty looking patch of grass before inverting it to use as a stool and sitting next to the elementalist.

"In the meantime...well, I'm not so sure. Grab something to drink and hope for the best?"

[Salone]

Dan looked around, coming down from his bloodlust as the flames withered and died away. He looked bemusedly from person to person, somehow feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was at fault for something far worse than the oozes.

"Is um...everything okay, guys?"

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Syrgei looks at the charr, as Gambooge remains morosely unresponsive. Where do I start?

"One of the pipes burst. Tsaerri went down to the river to clean off."

Let's start with the basics.

[Gallagher]

"After completely shattering my leg!" Gambooge added, pushing himself to sit with no apparent issues. "You'd think I dumped an ooze on her head!"