Alrighty I’ll get a post up tomorrow, now that I’m in the steering wheel Zavakri can finally express how uncannily attractive Charm is.
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I just think this is neat.
Once again my wife’s wisdom strikes. In general I don’t tend to do rails or bowling lane bumpers but this one is a pretty linear module; I had described this scene to my group and went ‘so what do we do now?’ And looked around.
My wife literally grabbed me and went ‘No, tell them the choices, we have a time limit tonight’ lmao.
My wife literally grabbed me and went ‘No, tell them the choices, we have a time limit tonight’ lmao.
Just in case it was not clear, as it seemingly was not for my real life oneshot of this, the two obvious hooks for the module are to follow one of those two dunces.
My wife had to shake me and tell me to just tell my tuesday group of meander-bodies the explicit rails at this scene, so I got tickled when I reread it just now.
My wife had to shake me and tell me to just tell my tuesday group of meander-bodies the explicit rails at this scene, so I got tickled when I reread it just now.
D'arcy's critical eye rests on Artemisia. It bores into her. It then sweeps over the table and seems to, wisely, disregard Margerie and Mariam. Bartholomew receives the scrutiny of his gaze-
And then D'arcy looks down at his boot. He tilts his head. His wings flutter once, then grow still. His head snaps up to Bart and holds his gaze.
"Madam," He addresses Artemisia despite staring coolly at Bart. "If you wish to be of assistance and learn additional details, you and your company are free to come down to the garrison. Your lot certainly isn't cowardly enough to be my thief. Public is not for the sharing of critical details, however. The sooner this can be solved, the sooner we can all return to our pleasant days."
Even as D'arcy says this, murmurs go around the tavern. Seemingly, loose lipped guards have already shared the key details; 'Mouse thief', 'Sluagh embassy', and 'lots of damage'. Elizabeth, in a crucially timely manner, appears behind D'arcy with a laden tray of food. Wordlessly she drops the tray onto the table, causing D'arcy to flutter back as stray food splatter comes his way. Elizabeth shoots him a nasty look, and to this one he seems utterly bewildered. His attention is stolen entirely by Elizabeth as she swivels away from the table and makes a show of disregarding the fairy lieutenant.
D'arcy shakes his head, then makes a gesture with his hand as he flutters noisily towards the door.
"This is a waste of time, we're going back to the Garrison if anyone has any details or concerns they wish to contribute to our search."
And as D'arcy exits the front, Elizabeth slams her hands onto the bar-- startling poor old Abbot in the process as it shakes under her Boggart strength-- before rushing with some haste out the back. Old Abbot looks as if he's about to follow her into the kitchen, but has to turn and catch a few bottles that had nearly toppled in Elizabeth's display of annoyance.
And then D'arcy looks down at his boot. He tilts his head. His wings flutter once, then grow still. His head snaps up to Bart and holds his gaze.
"Madam," He addresses Artemisia despite staring coolly at Bart. "If you wish to be of assistance and learn additional details, you and your company are free to come down to the garrison. Your lot certainly isn't cowardly enough to be my thief. Public is not for the sharing of critical details, however. The sooner this can be solved, the sooner we can all return to our pleasant days."
Even as D'arcy says this, murmurs go around the tavern. Seemingly, loose lipped guards have already shared the key details; 'Mouse thief', 'Sluagh embassy', and 'lots of damage'. Elizabeth, in a crucially timely manner, appears behind D'arcy with a laden tray of food. Wordlessly she drops the tray onto the table, causing D'arcy to flutter back as stray food splatter comes his way. Elizabeth shoots him a nasty look, and to this one he seems utterly bewildered. His attention is stolen entirely by Elizabeth as she swivels away from the table and makes a show of disregarding the fairy lieutenant.
D'arcy shakes his head, then makes a gesture with his hand as he flutters noisily towards the door.
"This is a waste of time, we're going back to the Garrison if anyone has any details or concerns they wish to contribute to our search."
And as D'arcy exits the front, Elizabeth slams her hands onto the bar-- startling poor old Abbot in the process as it shakes under her Boggart strength-- before rushing with some haste out the back. Old Abbot looks as if he's about to follow her into the kitchen, but has to turn and catch a few bottles that had nearly toppled in Elizabeth's display of annoyance.
I am unreasonably satisfied and excited about playing Leena, for some reason that particular bolt of inspirational lightning struck quite hard.
Oh yeah, I'm stoked, I really like the cast so far. An idiot who knows how to drive a forklift, a walking library, and a giant nerd.
Oh dear.
And now I have to decide who can out-petty the other in a waiting contest. Zaraknvyr and Fyodor both singly fund this tavern's alcohol budget for the quarter as they mutually nurse their drinks staring at the other and waiting for them to leave first.
Some say they're still there to this day. Perhaps we should roll new characters and leave them to their brooding.
Jokes aside, Fellsing, Zizzles is going to angst about for a few moments longer to act like he won some confrontation of masculine projection before seeing if Tabiah wishes to continue on. I'll save us all the few sentences of that in the IC and just pitch you the 'unless something else happens, he tries to move on...' here.
Some say they're still there to this day. Perhaps we should roll new characters and leave them to their brooding.
Jokes aside, Fellsing, Zizzles is going to angst about for a few moments longer to act like he won some confrontation of masculine projection before seeing if Tabiah wishes to continue on. I'll save us all the few sentences of that in the IC and just pitch you the 'unless something else happens, he tries to move on...' here.
I assure you I have no idea what you're talking about. Nothing deliberate could possibly be occurring here.
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