8/21 I Got My Way With Folk

Nemaniti asks, ".. Do you like the ice-bird?"
Garrick asks, "Ice bird?"
Garrick asks, "Those exist?"
Nemaniti exclaims, "I made a bird out of ice!"
Sors Ultovex says, "It's small."
Nemaniti says, "It was sitting on Hatty-eyes' hat."
Nemaniti exclaims, ".. Ye!"
Garrick says, "Hatty....eyes."
Nemaniti says, "I dont make big ice birds.."
Nemaniti exclaims, "Or big ice anything!"
Sors Ultovex says, "Also, wha' did ya jus' call ma."
Nemaniti says, ".. Lord Hatty-eyes."
Sors draws staff.
(Sors Ultovex)
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Garrick says, "I'm gonna make a vague guess."

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Garrick says, "And assume that's not his name."
Nemaniti gently put a snowflake on top of the staff's eye.
(Nemaniti)
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Sors Ultovex says, "I'll giv' one mor' attempt."
Nemaniti asks, "Mister Lord?"
Sors Ultovex says, "An' then ya lose limbs."
Nemaniti says, ".. Um."
Garrick says, "Hmm....Lord Ultovex. In the flesh and blood."
Sors Ultovex says, "Tha' one knows."
Garrick says, "Got it in one. Only one name out there folks are that spooked to whisper."
Nemaniti asks, "Looord Ultovex.. Why're you so ultra-vexed by my nickname?"
Sors Ultovex says, "I ain't want ma name disrespected. Tha' only ones I allow ta disrespect"
Sors Ultovex says, "are people I'll kill."
Nemaniti exclaims, "But I wasn't trying to be disrespectful!"
Nemaniti asks, "It just sort of fits you know?"
Nemaniti says, "Because you have a hat and more than the normal number of eyes."
Garrick says, "Seems like a decent policy. "
Sors Ultovex says, "If ya wish ta do tha',"
Sors Ultovex says, "just tell ma which limb ya prefer removed."
Nemaniti says, "Well I'd prefer to keep them actually."
Nemaniti exclaims, "I like my limbs!"
Nemaniti says, "They help me get around."
Sors Ultovex says, "Bisesction then."
Nemaniti says, "My legs are always there to support me."
Nemaniti says, "My arms are always by my sides."
Nemaniti asks, "Uh.. Is bisection where you cut someone in half?"
Garrick asks, "Do you really need legs if you can fly?"
Nemaniti exclaims, "Also yes! Because I dance!"
Nemaniti says, "I need to dance to fly."
Sors Ultovex says, "It is."
Nemaniti says, "I don't understand why either don't ask."
Nemaniti says, "- Oh."
Nemaniti asks, "So if you cut off my entire left half then I'd be all right?"
Sors Ultovex says, "Ya."
Sors Ultovex says, "Ya'd b able ta b ya own dance partner."
Nemaniti exclaims, "I don't think that's how it works!"
Garrick says, "Not with that attitude."
Nemaniti says, "And I also think I might be dead too if you did that.."
Sors Ultovex says, "We'd hav' ta see."
Nemaniti says, "Lets not and just say that we did."
Garrick says, "Huh."
Garrick says, "Like..."
Garrick says, "You could stitch a fae together with soul steel probably."
Garrick says, "At least, that's my gauge as a smith."

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Nemaniti asks, "Stitch them together how?"

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Holz Lendora says, "Just stitch them together."
 Garrick says, "Hmm."
Garrick says, "Probably with some thread."
Nemaniti asks, "Okay but why?"
Garrick says, "Hey, I didn't make the rules, just playing the game."
Cassandra Invidia says, "Ok Holz! Let's get our Lord an invisibility potion."
Holz Lendora says, "Ok."
 Garrick says, "Though...hmm...might end up dying then. Would need to be fast. "
 Sors Ultovex asks, "Ya know who I am, ya?"
Garrick exclaims, "I'd say most of the island does, but yes, I've heard of you. Introductions then!"

 Garrick would flash his sharp toothed, draconic grin as his molten eyes ignited with flame, the fire drakan cross his bulky, crack scaled arm over the glinting mithril of his cuirass as he bowed his head respectfully to Lord Ultovex, a theatric gesture that, in spite of its wanton bragadacio, possessed a sense of deference to the strength of the dark lord. The raggedy cigarette that clutched tightly within the fire drake's mouth continued to puff away, the smoke idly rising into the snow fall of the sky with careful puffs.

"Lord Ultovex, I am Garrick the Drake, the man who will become a dragon. Also the man who lost his job due to the meddling of a bunch of glorified chicken fuckers. I'm the finest smith in Gehenna, and intend to be the greatest this island has seen. The pleasure is all mine."
(Garrick)
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Dusk and Aurum would stare into the dragonic grin, arms crossing on his chest. As the theatric gesture is made, his arms crossed, full of judgement, trying to find the worth of the fire drake.

"Rite."

"I am Lord Ultovex, tha' enemy o' tha' world, tha' void doctor. Sounds like ya got ya own bone ta pick wit' the elishieva's an' their whole glob. I ain't one who'll ask too much."

"I ain't 'ttack people on top o' tha' mountain. An' I ain't stopin' people from movin' out here. Sur' Physa'd want people."
(Sors Ultovex)
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The fire drakan would cross his cracked scale arms over the broad length of his chest with a curl of his reptilian smile, his own molten eyes glancing towards that of Dusk and Aurum with respectful resolve. The man before him was without a doubt everything the rumors of the land described, and the drake swordsman could respect one that ended up proving to be all their reputation described and more. With a flash of his teeth, he'd nod in assent.

"Perks of being a smith, everyone needs something at some point. Real easy to get close to folk when you show all your teeth in the smile, they never expect nothing. Yeah, I got a bone to pick with everything they stand for. With them trying to force their values on my old boss, with losing me coin, with trying to act like they're the end all be all to how people on the island are supposed to think. It makes the back of my neck real itchy, something between annoyance and murderous rage. But in truth, they're just astepping stone."

The fire drakan would take a light puff from his raggedy cigarette, glancing off towards the distant, snow capped mountain tops.

"I plan to kill Isaac Shimasu, no matter how long it takes. Got a debt to an old friend to make good on, and all the time in the world."
(Garrick)
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 The Ultovexian merely shrugged.

"Gon b honest. Ain't care fer peoples reasons. The world? It's shit. An' it's cause o' 'em chicken wings as ya phrased it tha' it's shit. I could tell tha' from when they invaded Dusk. All they are is hyprocrital monsters who ain't want ta admit wha' they are."

"They're shit. I want 'em ta suffer cause o' tha'. Isaac included."

"Gon need weapons up here 'ventually. A blacksmith'll b a big help."
(Sors Ultovex)
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Blaire idles atop the hill while watching the two. She blew her breath into her hands to warm them.
(Blaire Blackburn)
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 Garrick would nod steadily, taking a steady drag from his raggedy cigarette as he granted the dark lord a two clawed salute, his molten eyes never flickering as he released a progressive cloud of smoke into the distant skys.

"Ain't the truth. Think it wouldn't really bother me if they were honest shit heads. Plenty of assholes in the world, not like I'm the arbiter of morality. A dragon's above petty things like morality. But there's nothing I hate worse than two faced cocksuckers that try to push their brand of "goodness" on you like the world's full of children and they're the adults. Not when they're just as shitty as the rest of us."

Molten eyes trailing across the snowfields with an idle hum, the fire drake would nod to himself in reassurement.

"Weapons, that I can do. If it guts some chickens, ruins their day? All the better. Missed the north, smells less like shit and lies."
(Garrick)
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 Though Phyre found the words of the drakanite to be quite amusing, she'd keep quiet about her thoughts on the matter. Garrick never struck her as the type to be a saint, but even she was surprised to hear some of the things he had just said. But oh how it made him all the more intriguing to her.


"My my my."

She'd say as she shook her her from left to right, periwinkle marbles batting at the sight that was Sors and Garrick conversing.
(Phyre)
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 Blaire stands there like a deer in headlights.
(Blaire Blackburn)
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 The two clawed salute made his eyes narrow.

"Ya ain't a kid o'. Nevermind."

"I ain't honestly care fer tha' whole moral debate type o' thang at all. I ain't see good an' I ain't see evil. But I jus' hate when they stick 'em titles onta people an' then proceed ta ignore tha' some sort o' thang done on their own side. hypocrisy is jus' 'nnoyin'." He shook his head.

"It's all shit an' it only brings tha' world further down. Not tha' it's tha' life stream o' anything innit tha' mattas."

"Ya welcome then. Ta stay in tha' north, forge ya weapons, an help gut 'em chickens all ya want ta."
(Sors Ultovex)
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 Garrick says, "My thanks, Lord Ultovex. A fine chat."
Sors Ultovex says, "Very."
Garrick says, "Now, I got caves to harass for their natural resources, and yarns to spin in the south. I'll leave you all to it."
Garrick would trod off into the distance as his molten sabatons crunched idly against the snow, a steady trail of smoke rising from his cigarette as a trail of slush flowed beneath his super heated steps. The fire drakan would grant a two clawed salute behind his person towards those in the snow field, and then he was gone.
(Garrick)
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Phyre says, "So you're a little corrupt piggy too Garrick? Can't say I'm too surprised."
Phyre says, "I knew there was a reason I liked you."
Garrick says, "Corrupt's a word. I'm just clear eyed, I reckon."
Garrick says, "Would'a been a good man if they hadn't killed my friend. "
Phyre says, "..>Yeah lets head back"
Esme gazes over her shoulder.
(Esme Rowan)
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Esme Rowan says, "Safe travels."
Garrick says, "Keep it real long hair."
Phyre says, "Have to be careful about what you say around certain folks."
Garrick says, "I've got my way with folk."