“My thanks.” The clicker makes a soft clicking noise and begins using the cloth.
Steph watches and then asks, "Whose blood is that?"
The clicker considers for nearly a minute, before answering. “A group of travellers I came across. They were.. less than polite.. and were taught the errors of their ways.”
“They followed me for some distance, making derogatory comments about my appearance and beliefs. After approximately three-quarters of a kilometre, I killed all of them, and gave the bodies to their guardians.”
Muscaszaar does a small bo in Mithris' direction, and waves to Astara
Astara walks over to him. "Hello. I'm Astara."
"Hello, Astara!" He bows a bit "My name is Muscaszaar"
"Nice to meet you, Muscazaar."
"Nice to meet you, too! Do you have a rank or pride? Not any people I met here do..."
"What do you mean?"
"Your pride is your family, friends, and those you live around. Your rank is how you socially rank"
"I have friends and a family. But what do you mean by social rank?"
"A title, meaningful nickname, or anything like that?"
"Not really. Not that all of them call me."
"Hm... What do at least one of them call you?"
"It's... kind of personal."
He tilts his head "How so?"
"It's what my fiance calls me."
"Ah... I see... I apologize for prying, then... "
"What's your rank and pride?"
"Wolkarch of the pride at Graxzure Rock"
"What does that mean?"
"Wolkarch is similar to a word in common I tend to forget.... Umm..... Prince? Graxzure rock is my home. A large formation of bruzzlback stone"
"You're a prince? And what's bruzzlback?"
"Yes, I am" He mostly glosses over this "Bruzzlback is a type of stone very similar to insect shell, but much sturdier. Its usually very smooth, and makes large formations of random shape"
"That's interesting."
"Would you like to see some? I believe I brought a small piece in my bag"
"Sure."
He takes out a piece of a white shell like substance, about the size of a fist, and holds it out to her
She takes it in her hands.
Its rather warm to the touch, and touching it feels a bit energizing
"It feels... energizing."
He smiles "Thats an effect it has on many. Makes it a very nice material to live on"
"Have you always lived there?"
"Yes. Its been my home for all of my 144"
"You're 144 years old?"
"Whats a year?? Im 144 greycycles old"
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The clicker’s head turns toward Steph. “Yes?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"You're cleaning that chain wrong."
Chilling kinda vibe.
“How so?” The clicker is using the fast abrasive motion of the black dust that surrounds it to remove contamination from the weapon.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"That dust will just get caught in the links. Find yourself a lint-free cloth and use that."
Chilling kinda vibe.
The clicker pauses. “I do not have such a cloth.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Steph grins the mad grin of someone who always has a lint-free cloth. "Here ya go!"
Chilling kinda vibe.
“My thanks.” The clicker makes a soft clicking noise and begins using the cloth.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Steph watches and then asks, "Whose blood is that?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
The clicker considers for nearly a minute, before answering. “A group of travellers I came across. They were.. less than polite.. and were taught the errors of their ways.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Steph raises an eyebrow and asks the question, "What... Define less than polite."
Chilling kinda vibe.
“They followed me for some distance, making derogatory comments about my appearance and beliefs. After approximately three-quarters of a kilometre, I killed all of them, and gave the bodies to their guardians.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Guardians? You mean... that's the blood of children? You killed children?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Whats a year?? Im 144 greycycles old"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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“They were not matured yet, no.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Steph snatches up the cloth, "Clean that chain all you like. Nothing will wash the taint from your soul."
She stalks off.
Chilling kinda vibe.
*It's dead this morning.*
Chilling kinda vibe.
The clicker buzzes. “Their deaths were painless and quick.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*I had to go do some chores, sorry.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Steph ain't talking to the clicker. Not after that.
Arty decides that the rafters look like a comfy place to sit. She climbs up.
Chilling kinda vibe.
*It's fine. I had to do some jobs too.*
Chilling kinda vibe.