Crispy listened as the others talked. It was early in the morning, but the slave servant girl caught Crispy's attention a few times. While she was still curious about what she was all about, she didn't want to start trouble so early in the mission. She was eager to begin it, too, because the sooner that was done, the sooner should could go home. She was a fool to make deals with demons, but the nightmares were not subsiding, and she didn't have anyone else to turn to. One way or another, she had to figure it out. But in the meantime, she might as well make the best of her situation in this strange new land.
"This is an covert infiltration mission, with relatively low stakes if found out. In the future, you might end up in this exact situation, but end up with an fortress worth of henchmen baring down on you if you make the smallest slip up. Learning to rely on yourself, your wits, and your acting skills, with only a dagger for backup, is an important life skill for adventures." Cherche icily states for the whole party, sending small looks at Virion and Monolith, particularly towards the acting portion of her speech.
"Monolith gets his big strong saftely blanket, I mean sword, and in return he gets to do guard duty in the gardens instead of drinking champagne and eating ridiculously expensive hors d'oeuvre with the rest of you acting as guests. Tobias and Arc, you can always sneak in small bites and shots like the rest of the servants do when nobody is looking. Virion, Cherche, and I will also be on the main floor, and I can guarantee we can keep anything busy long enough for the rest of you to get suited up."
"The guild has already paid off a tailor to suit all of you up with your respective costumes later in the evening. For now, make any last second preparations in the township, and we will hold acting lessons back here in the Viper in approximately two hours. You're dismissed unless you have any other questions."
"I have a question," Crispy blurts out to Cherche, "Are you a robot?" She asks as innocently as she can. "Wait, I have another question." She remembers, "Can I eat some Or Derves, too?" She thinks for a moment. "And it's not a safety blanket, it's called 'Toothpick." She looks at Monolith and snorts in suppressed laughter.
“You are one of the guests, you are the one who’s supposed to be eating and drinking. I suppose we will have to throw in rudimentary lessons on how to listen and use common sense along with the acting lessons.” Cherche responds drily to Crispy, choosing to ignore the first and last statements. You think what she said may have been sarcastic, but she said it so deadpan that it sounded like every other thing she says, so you’re not entirely sure.
Amused by the playful back and forth between Crispy and Cherche, Luc gives a small chuckle. "I for one would love to stretch my legs for a time and see what wares this city has to offer. I may even pick up an item or two... if the pricing is to my liking." He looks around the table gauging everyone's mood for a trip to the bazaar. "Anyone know a good place to pick up some arcane trinkets?"
"Exactly, think about it". Says to Monolith as she hears Arc trying to ease down the conflict between Crispy and Monolith. "if you want arcane stuff you can always count on Yaga's Magic Shoppe".
"Field trip!" Crispy shouts a bit too loudly. "..and there's no conflict with Monolith and I, I was just wondering about his command word that appears to be the same as the nickname I gave him for his weapon haha!" She says to Ary.
When first hearing the would-be insults to him monolith let's out a low violent sound, he says back to Crispy, in these famous words
You like a professional ******* or what?
He listens to the what the others say and when arc mentions a command word monolith's face clouds in confusion for a moment then suddenly it clicks and draws draws the sword high and shouts toothpick! Right as crispy finishes laughing at him, again.
Sorry, the formatting went spastic I a can't get it to work.
"It's not an insult, calm down." Crispy glares at Monolith, unintimidated. "I'm just asking why the word TOOTHPICK has TWO meanings."
"Also.." Crispy begins, but her nose wrinkles and her eyes cross.. "ACHOO!" She sneezes in Monolith's direction. "Oh look at that." She says casually. "I'm allergic to idiots."
Why? What have I done to you? What has the world done to you? He sheaths the sword. I would run you through but I think pink-hair has reserved that right already.
Crispy groans and gets in Monolith's face. "What have you done? You started it back when we met and you threw that punch. You were angry from the start. What do you do, push people around?" She stares him down. "The world has done PLENTY to me, and you have no idea. But i'm starting to get an idea about you: you're a bully. I hate bullies. I beat up bullies. What's up with the tough guy attitude, anyways?" She waits for an answer.
I have seen death, lots of death. Death of goblins, death of orcs. Death of foes ... and death of friends. All men must find a way to cope or find themselves fall into madness and despair. So yes I'm tough, my skin that of stone for I have seen my closest friends die. Or, worse have their minds snap to the true madness of death.
He pauses a moment.
It seems you have seen plenty of it yourself lady. I guess, in some cosmic joke there are others that would call us two peas in a pod.
Crispy glares at Monolith, listening to his words.
"Yes." She finally says, softening a bit, remembering all the bag things that have happened to her in her life, and seeing there were similarities with Monolith. "I guess you could say that. Why don't we stop pushing each other around and take them on together. Either that, or i'll kill you while you sleep."
She smirks, and you can't tell if she's kidding or not.
Join the club.
Tobias shrugs. "I guess whatever is available."
I forget that finesse weapons can use either strength or dexterity.
Crispy listened as the others talked. It was early in the morning, but the slave servant girl caught Crispy's attention a few times. While she was still curious about what she was all about, she didn't want to start trouble so early in the mission. She was eager to begin it, too, because the sooner that was done, the sooner should could go home. She was a fool to make deals with demons, but the nightmares were not subsiding, and she didn't have anyone else to turn to. One way or another, she had to figure it out. But in the meantime, she might as well make the best of her situation in this strange new land.
"This is an covert infiltration mission, with relatively low stakes if found out. In the future, you might end up in this exact situation, but end up with an fortress worth of henchmen baring down on you if you make the smallest slip up. Learning to rely on yourself, your wits, and your acting skills, with only a dagger for backup, is an important life skill for adventures." Cherche icily states for the whole party, sending small looks at Virion and Monolith, particularly towards the acting portion of her speech.
"Monolith gets his big strong saftely blanket, I mean sword, and in return he gets to do guard duty in the gardens instead of drinking champagne and eating ridiculously expensive hors d'oeuvre with the rest of you acting as guests. Tobias and Arc, you can always sneak in small bites and shots like the rest of the servants do when nobody is looking. Virion, Cherche, and I will also be on the main floor, and I can guarantee we can keep anything busy long enough for the rest of you to get suited up."
"The guild has already paid off a tailor to suit all of you up with your respective costumes later in the evening. For now, make any last second preparations in the township, and we will hold acting lessons back here in the Viper in approximately two hours. You're dismissed unless you have any other questions."
"Well i don't have any last second preparations to make so... Oh wait I can prep some kind of song".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"I have a question," Crispy blurts out to Cherche, "Are you a robot?" She asks as innocently as she can. "Wait, I have another question." She remembers, "Can I eat some Or Derves, too?" She thinks for a moment. "And it's not a safety blanket, it's called 'Toothpick." She looks at Monolith and snorts in suppressed laughter.
“You are one of the guests, you are the one who’s supposed to be eating and drinking. I suppose we will have to throw in rudimentary lessons on how to listen and use common sense along with the acting lessons.” Cherche responds drily to Crispy, choosing to ignore the first and last statements. You think what she said may have been sarcastic, but she said it so deadpan that it sounded like every other thing she says, so you’re not entirely sure.
"Soooo....you ARE a robot?" Crispy asks, uncertainly. "You're like a feisty robot. A sexy feisty annoyed robot." She gives her a sexy saucy wink.
Crispy looks at Arc for a moment, "Wait." She thinks, "Toothpick is a nickname I call his sword. What do you mean it's a command word...?"
Amused by the playful back and forth between Crispy and Cherche, Luc gives a small chuckle. "I for one would love to stretch my legs for a time and see what wares this city has to offer. I may even pick up an item or two... if the pricing is to my liking." He looks around the table gauging everyone's mood for a trip to the bazaar. "Anyone know a good place to pick up some arcane trinkets?"
[ Insert Favorite Saying Here ] ... ;-)
"Exactly, think about it". Says to Monolith as she hears Arc trying to ease down the conflict between Crispy and Monolith. "if you want arcane stuff you can always count on Yaga's Magic Shoppe".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Don't think I can get too far on what gold that I have, but I suppose it won't hurt to take a look."
"Field trip!" Crispy shouts a bit too loudly. "..and there's no conflict with Monolith and I, I was just wondering about his command word that appears to be the same as the nickname I gave him for his weapon haha!" She says to Ary.
When first hearing the would-be insults to him monolith let's out a low violent sound, he says back to Crispy, in these famous words
You like a professional ******* or what?
He listens to the what the others say and when arc mentions a command word monolith's face clouds in confusion for a moment then suddenly it clicks and draws draws the sword high and shouts toothpick! Right as crispy finishes laughing at him, again.
Sorry, the formatting went spastic I a can't get it to work.
"It's not an insult, calm down." Crispy glares at Monolith, unintimidated. "I'm just asking why the word TOOTHPICK has TWO meanings."
"Also.." Crispy begins, but her nose wrinkles and her eyes cross.. "ACHOO!" She sneezes in Monolith's direction. "Oh look at that." She says casually. "I'm allergic to idiots."
Why? What have I done to you? What has the world done to you? He sheaths the sword. I would run you through but I think pink-hair has reserved that right already.
Crispy groans and gets in Monolith's face. "What have you done? You started it back when we met and you threw that punch. You were angry from the start. What do you do, push people around?" She stares him down. "The world has done PLENTY to me, and you have no idea. But i'm starting to get an idea about you: you're a bully. I hate bullies. I beat up bullies. What's up with the tough guy attitude, anyways?" She waits for an answer.
I have seen death, lots of death. Death of goblins, death of orcs. Death of foes ... and death of friends. All men must find a way to cope or find themselves fall into madness and despair. So yes I'm tough, my skin that of stone for I have seen my closest friends die. Or, worse have their minds snap to the true madness of death.
He pauses a moment.
It seems you have seen plenty of it yourself lady. I guess, in some cosmic joke there are others that would call us two peas in a pod.
Crispy glares at Monolith, listening to his words.
"Yes." She finally says, softening a bit, remembering all the bag things that have happened to her in her life, and seeing there were similarities with Monolith. "I guess you could say that. Why don't we stop pushing each other around and take them on together. Either that, or i'll kill you while you sleep."
She smirks, and you can't tell if she's kidding or not.
Kill me ... while you sleep?? Now that would be a sight to behold!!
Monolith chuckles at the idea.
He holds out his hand to Crispy in a sign of friendship.