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Mixtape Ghost NShe glows green and is translucent. She looks like a tiny fairy wearing a dress. Her wings look similar to Tinkerbell's. She can also transform to a slightly smaller than life sized ferret which also glows green. Also since familiars are light constructs, Sil can't eat but she'll happily try ;)
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@RangingWolf I could get Sil to bother you.
No worries @Vertigo. You're not late to the party at all. You're more than welcome to join in :). Just send me a CS whenever you have the chance.
Chres Sansus
Chres waited patiently for the blade to stab him and the chest. Yet, nothing happened. Chres opened his eyes and frowned. A man had interrupted them. He mentioning they ought to take the fight outside. Chres sighed wondering how he was going to fix this. It probably wouldn't be too hard. That is until the man with the knife got kicked in the chest by the man who was eating Quail at the bar.
Ah crud. Chres thought, banging the back of his head against the wall behind him. Ow. Chres rubbed his head as he listened to the newcomer's conversation with the three men. Apparently he was a member of the Royal Guard for King Y'lleant. What the hell was he doing here? And why did he get in the middle of Chres's well deserved humiliating death?
Chres took out his flask of flavored water and took a sip, grimacing as the Royal Guard ripped off one the man's ears. Oh, that was lovely. Chres simply shrugged. He looks like he's got this. Chres thought to himself strolling casually back his stool at the bar.
The innkeeper was staring at the fight in disbelief. "Not again." He heard the man groan. Chres guessed that this wasn't the first fight to break out here.
Chres simply took a seat and watched as the other two men drew their weapons. Chres took another sip from his flask as Sil flew to his side. Looks like they are having fun. She said giggling. She had a weird idea of fun.
Well, it looked like Chres wasn't going to die today after all. "My life..." Chres sighed silently.
Aw, cheer up Chres. Sil began. I'm sure there are many people who hate their lives just like you.
Chres gave her another flat stare. And?
And I'm sure they live happily ever after! Sil smiled as she leaned forward, her hands clasped behind her back.
Chres groaned as he glanced to his side. The man who had interrupted the fight initially was now sitting down next to him. He had gulped down a drink from the bar and then proceeded to drink from his gourd. Chres arched an eyebrow at him. "Most people take little sips when they drink." He said to the man. "Perhaps you ought to... slow down..."
That's fine, just don't expect any help here lol. It's not in my character's nature at the moment. He doesn't know you, nor does he care about the Royal Guard though he'll think it's odd you are here. Also, you just foiled his plan to die in a humiliating way.
Well that got more violent than I expected real fast, lol. The poor innkeeper.
I'm going wait and see how other characters react before typing a response.
Oh sorry, chicken. I just posted. If messes with your post too much let me know. I'll edit it into a blank post, and change it appropriately after you post. I'm going to grab a bite to eat. I'll be back.
Chres Sansus
Chres ate his meal quietly as people started gathering around the bar area. It was starting to get rather crowded with quite a few interesting looking characters. A courier, a man in armor, another man eating some Quail, and.... a noble? In a place like this? Maybe he's a poor noble, Chres figured.
Sil was back in her fairy form, fluttering in front of Chres's face. Head tilted to the side with her right index finger on her lip. Something appeared to have caught her attention. Chres raised an eyebrow questioningly and glanced at what she was looking at. Oh, the nobleman's Familiar.
What is that? Sil asked in wonder. I want to say it's... yup! It's a dog. Definitely a dog. It almost looks like a cat, but cats are teeny tiny. So it's definitely not a cat! Hehe, I'm so smart. Sil nodded to herself, smiling happily.
Chres put his hand over his mouth and gave Sil a look. Sil... really? He said with his thoughts. It would be weird if he starting talking out loud in front of all these people. He had a familiar yes, but it still felt weird to him when he spoke out loud in front of people nearby.
Sil turned her head at Chres and smiled. Really what?
Sil... it's a Familiar.
It's a familiar with what?
Chres removed his hand from his face, arched an eyebrow and stared at her flatly. Was... was that a joke?
A... joke? She asked, cocking her head as she did so.
Aaaaaaaand facepalm. Chres shook his head and sighed. Your innocence never ceases to amaze me, Sil.
And your big nose never ceases to amaze me! She said giggling and turning her attention back to the other Familiar. I'm going toooooo... There was a short pause. Chres tilted his head expectantly. Wondering if she was planning on finishing that senten- poke it. -Ah. There we go. Sil flew off to go poke the poor Familiar.
Chres didn't bother to watch. He turned his attention back to the three men and their game, took another sip of flavored water from his flask and then got up out of his seat. In the back of his mind he could hear Sil's giggles and her childishly voice saying, Poke. Poke. Poke. each time she poked the noble's familiar. Chres paid her no attention as he approached the three men, walking as if drunk.
Chres purposefully bumped into one of the three men, knocking the man's drink into his lap. The man jumped out of his seat, his pants soaking wet. The other two men stopped their game and stared at Chres.
"Watch where you're walking! Drunken fool..."
"Drunk?" Chres said, slurring the word on purpose. Chres slowly looked up at the man doing his best to look out of it. He then looked down at the man's pants and chuckled. "Aaaaaahhhh, I see. That's why you peed yourself."
Chres laughed out loud and grabbed the mug of ale from one of the man's companions. Chres raised the mug to his lips. S'pose it doesn't matter anyway. You already smelled god awful. The man's companions began to rise from their chairs as Chres took a sip of the ale, cringed, and then spat it back out to his right. The man, whose drink Chres just stole, got sprayed in the face. He responded reasonably though. Chres got punched in the face.
"Hey!" That was the innkeeper. Probably not too happy to have a fight break out in his place of business.
The three men began to approach Chres. Chres! The punch had sent him backwards, against a nearby wall. You forgot to stick out your tongue at them! One of the men took out a knife. Chres smiled slightly at the sight of it. His death has been long overdue. Also Chres, I believe their pants are still on. Chres closed his eyes in acceptance as the man raised his knife to strike.
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