[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.] "Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call." *Beep*
[She snickered, opting to not dig in further. It was fun to tease, but always risky to keep going at it. The offer, though, definitely had her attention.]
You know, there actually is an ice cream stand if you want to meet up there. I hear their stuff is good and never cursed.
... yeah, you have a point. We're trapped here. But I think they have shaved ice with a syrup that is rather like those snow cones. I could get you into the 1st class section if you wanted to try.
Once... Once... Once I can be safe around you, first though. Ok?
I would very much like to see it in action in that case. I can appreciate a certain elegance in combat. A rapier is far more a weapon of finesse, and I prefer it to anything more brutish.
Now we are speaking the same language. If one is to fight, it might as well be with grace and dignity. No need to act like a common thug in a bar room brawl all the time.
It is a style of fighting best served for one on one duels, and for confined spaces. In open combat it certainly has its limitations, though that is what sorcery is for.
So, you still carry some of their philosophy, but none of their agenda and make it your own. Would that be an accurate guess about how this has played out for you?
If so, I can't fault you. Going your own way is something I can appreciate in theory.
We forsook and killed the mad gods of our worlds when they sought to iradicate all life in their madness and start over fresh. You could say I have a certain experience with putting in the past the agendas of what once one may have served, but still carrying what was useful.
It also makes me skeptical of all absolutes. Too far to the light, too far to the dark, and only madness awaits.
She blinked and looked up at him, frowning. "Are you alright, Theta?" she said, getting up and walking over to try and put a hand at his forehead. "You're burning up. Let me get some of the cures."
Theta moans louder and when Vira turns around back to someone; now Theta is glowing a golden glow and looks over at Vira in a bit of panic of a non-verbal, 'whats happening to me?'
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