Cerhn - Tuesday, September 30, 2003 - 05:39 am
Nearby, Tim muttered angrily to himself. He set down his book and his tankard. This had been a quiet corner. Once, long ago. He grabbed at one of the black wings and applied a small, sharp knife to the nearest edge.
"BE QUIET!" he roared.
"Unless you want to fly lopsided." It was clear that he hadn't been paying full attention to the proceedings.
[To clarify slightly: Tim's standing in the doorframe of the room where Weft and Lance were. -mt]
Erin - Tuesday, September 30, 2003 - 12:38 pm
From the floor, Lance giggled.
"Meditation is fuuuuun~..." he drawled, much to the horror of several people who were near enough to hear.
Cerhn - Tuesday, September 30, 2003 - 10:55 pm
The threshold was getting in the way of his hold. Tim slid himself from his seat more fully into the doorway, using the wing for leverage. The knife cut a little deeper, but hell, it wasn't his limb.
"Shut up," he hissed, then cursed. He'd knocked over the tankard.
Erin - Wednesday, October 1, 2003 - 01:10 am
"Ah--ahhhhh! Dammit, I need warning for S&M--"
Lance's eyes opened suddenly and he looked at the knife that was sliding into his wing.
And promptly freaked out.
With a drawn out yelp, Lance let loose a (relatively) small burst of spiritual energy. The knife went sailing across the room and Lance backed up against the wall. He stared at the would-be knifer with wide eyes--rather filled with hurt.
Cerhn - Sunday, October 5, 2003 - 09:31 pm
Easing more around the corner, Tim glowered back.
"I was trying to read. And drink. In the corner by the door. You were engaging in some damnably loud pretense of meditation. I want quiet." Nevermind the offkey singing of the fellow over by the window.
"Is there an uninfected brain cell behind those big eyes that understands this?" He pulled out another knife, not as small, to emphasize that the angel's actions had not left him weaponless. Then he turned a glare on Weft, as the instigator of the noisemaking activity.
"Flying rodent with allegedly opposable thumbs," he muttered.
Baskerville - Sunday, October 5, 2003 - 11:38 pm
Weft was in fact at that moment stepping over. He moved deceptively quickly. No weapons were showing, but his hands were relaxed in an odd position, very obviously microseconds away from producing some should the need arise. The rest of him seemed ready to strike, too.
The seventh ready stance was known informally among learners as "let 'em know unsubtly". (Rather more pithy in the original tongue, it must be said.)
"I fail to see how we could have disturbed you from in there," he said clearly, "it's a deal more noisy out here. Are you after an apology, or will I have to harm you? Though at least if it's the latter, I'm trained to do so noiselessly."
Erin - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 01:07 am
Lance was examining his wing while keeping one eye on his attacker. He wasn't really listening to the exchange, however.
"It's bleeding...it's bleeding...I--I need a bandage or something..."
Don't like blood. Don't like blood on wings.
"I--don't feel too good," Lance murmured, rubbing his face.
Ree - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 05:41 pm
No sooner had Jaina settled her bruised hip into her seat than something shook the place. Hackles rising, she swore once and climbed once again over the bar. "All right, what in the name of fu-- Lance!" He lay on the floor, bleeding from a fresh cut in one wing. Jaina felt sure that hadn't been there before and that Lance had caused the shaking when he reacted to being wounded.
"Crap, what -- what did you do to him?" she demanded of the rather suspicious-looking Weft. She knew a weapons-ready pose when she saw one and Weft wasn't even trying to disguise it. "He was fine, more than fine, a few seconds ago and now you cut him?!" As she spoke, she shrugged out of her vest. It used to be good black leather, but it had been bloodied and badly cleaned many times. Another clot on it wouldn't matter.
Gently, she nudged Lance's good wing out of the way and kneeled beside him. She shook as she tried to lean across his torso, but she eventually managed to toss her vest so it covered the injury. "Lance? H-how're you holding up?"
Baskerville - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 10:13 pm
"Made his wings go pop then knocked him out," Weft said guiltily. "Er, I don't know if it was that or the cut which did more damage."
He didn't let the sidhe out of his peripheral vision.
Ree - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 10:32 pm
Jaina wedged her arm under Lance's head before roaring back at Weft. "You knocked him out? Christ. That didn't slice his wing! How did that happen, Mr. Kinky K.O?"
Cerhn - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 10:42 pm
"Me." said the sidhe from the base of the wall. "They were producing too much noise. Come to think of it, you're not exactly the strong silent kind yourself." He waved the new knife in an ambigious gesture at Jaina, then let the hand rest on his knee.
"Apologies will not suffice. Only silence, or a reasonable facsimile thereof." He leaned forward and began lapping up the spilled ale. It was threatening his book.
Baskerville - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 11:28 pm
"It was an accident." The monk looked miserable. "On both counts. Er, can I help, or will I make it worse?"
Without looking, he wound one hand in a circle and pitched another tent-of-silence spell at Tim.
Cerhn - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 11:49 pm
Tim relaxed into the blessed lack of audible vibration. He picked up his book again, righted his tankard, and returned to the chapter.
For a moment.
He twisted around to eye Jaina.
"Shut up."
Baskerville - Monday, October 6, 2003 - 11:59 pm
Rude git. I gave you silence, what more do you want? Weft shot him an angry glance, noticed the the spine of the book, then seemed to think for a moment.
"Vanderwall gets killed at the end," he broadcast at the sidhe.
Evil! Suitov commented, a little awestruck.
Erin - Tuesday, October 7, 2003 - 02:31 am
Lance was a little spacey. He didn't respond to Jaina's question right away, as he was busy having pretty daydreams about stars and little birdies. Little birdies with pretty white wings that got sliced up and plucked and then the little birdies fell out of the sky.
Something snapped in his head and he blinked himself back to reality. He looked up at Jaina, whose arms he found his head and shoulders nestled in.
"Jaina...I didn't know you cared?" Lance tried weakly, plastering his best 'I'm okay' impersonation on his face.
My wing aches...from the cut, or from my own damn psychological issues?
Cerhn - Tuesday, October 7, 2003 - 04:14 am
The sidhe dropped the book, stood and growled. It was a meaningful growl. It was a snarl which some would call inhuman and some would call the opposite. It was a growl which would have impressed Hrian, who was a little known connoisseur of such things.
Ree - Tuesday, October 7, 2003 - 06:03 am
Jaina wanted to respond with icy calm, but knew better. She was too infuriated to keep her voice low.
"Lance, try to pull your wings in. We should get the hell out of here. And of course I care, you great lummox. Your libidinous banter grows on a person. Now let's move."
As she spoke, she listened for Lance, but her eyes greedily memorized Tim. You're on my list, buttkiss, she thought darkly. Fangs or knives, I don't care.
Erin - Tuesday, October 7, 2003 - 07:50 am
"Can't!" Lance replied cheerily. "Wounded wings don't fold up! I can't put them away!"
The stupid grin on his face was looking a little forced.
Baskerville - Tuesday, October 7, 2003 - 12:59 pm
Wefty stepped back a little to shield the other two, melting into one of the ready-to-kick-ass stances.
Is there a healer in the house? he wondered, though he was more concerned for his own safety than the nick in Lance's membrane. The angel had people to protect him.
So did he, potentially... but humility only stretched up to a point.
Cerhn - Wednesday, October 8, 2003 - 01:41 am
"Very pretty," said Tim (after he'd finished growling). He faced Weft.
"Can you hold the pose long enough to paint it, I wonder? Or smile for the camera? It's been so long since I've touched artwork." His sword made a pleasant schink as it left the scabbard. The blade gleamed. It shone, flashing cunning and flirtatous bits of tracery. It was happy to be out.
So the sidhe fancied. Anyway, he was done with the book and the faint nagging of prudence. Forethought wasn't forearmed. It was only dithering. He assumed a pose so negligent as to be threatening, swordtip resting groundwise. And the dagger was in his right hand.
Baskerville - Wednesday, October 8, 2003 - 11:40 am
"Only for a couple of days. My higher-level colleagues can go for much longer. So I suppose it depends on the speed of the painter."
The katana-like blade unvanished at the speed of very fast monk. It was sleek steel, unornamented but for pattern-welded whispers, and it thought nothing.
At least, the order weaponsmiths would have been dismayed to find they'd inadvertently made something sentient.
Get out, he thought inwardly of the pair on the floor, get out get out get out.
Ree - Wednesday, October 8, 2003 - 12:22 pm
Jaina swore quietly and tensed. "You're going to owe me crates full of vodka after this, Lance."
Her skin shimmered as she concentrated on shaping a portal. A brilliant shape began to form in the air before her. It glowed in rhythm with her flesh, pulsing rapidly.
As she worked further on her spell, Jaina's knees began shaking beneath her. She slipped to one side, landing hard on one elbow. The portal flicked on her impact with the floor. She didn't breathe, hoping the spell was near enough to completion to be safe.
The glimmer in the air shook once, twice --
-- and as Jaina shifted her arms to push herself upright, one wrist brushed against Lance's blood on the floor.
What the -- oh, CRAP!
In her shock Jaina lost control of her magic. It exploded into light and profanity, although the latter might merely have been her reaction. A thousand splinters of light scattered right through the walls of Schemer's Corner, taking Jaina, Lance, and Weft with them.