From the Ashes... A new king's day?

[Iron Dragoon]

"Naw, nost guna toss usp... Jus' don' do any spinny thin'. Lesht go! Need ta fin' someshin' ta kill..."

Mary tosses an arm around Felixs' shoulders jovially and heads for the door, drunkenly singing an old drinking song as he goes.

[Merc]

Felix just rolls his eyes, and helps drag Mary along the way to where he 'stashed' Leets.

[Dracos]

The messanger, waiting at the door, looked rather...confused at the site.  "Felix and...Mary I presume?  The king requested you come promptly," He remarked, doing a fine job of keeping his thoughts to himself about the odd scene.

Dracos

[Merc]

"The king?" the magician asks before sighing as he thinks 'figures'.

"Sure why not. You take the drunk one, I'll take the mad one," he mutters as he passes Mary onto the stranger, not giving him time to protest, as he shakes his head.

"Lead the way when ready. Hopefully the king won't take offense at the state of these two."

[Iron Dragoon]

Mary snaps one slightly glazed, bleary eye onto his new support with a frown, staring at him for a few seconds.

"...'ey.. Ya evr drinsk fer a frind whosh died?"

[Dracos]

The man stiffened a bit, "Yes, once, Miss Mary," He pulled the drunkard along, leading the way towards the castle.

Dracos
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[Iron Dragoon]

Mary continues to stare at the man, and then slowly draws one pistol, pulling the hammer back with his thumb and puts the barrel of it up against the underside of the man's jaw.

"Ish don' mish much of anyshin, boy. Might'n wansh ta re..res.. say that again.."

[Dracos]

Being that guns did not exist as far as the kingdom was concerned, the older man looked down at the strange device, recognizing it as some weird kind of threat and pushing it away.  "The king calls, now come...  or you will spend a night in the jails," He said firmly, displeased both with the mockery and the threat.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"Jail time not productive towards saving world time," Leets murmured loud enough for Mary to hear, before the boy started pushing the drunken gunslinger away from the messenger.

[Merc]

"No, but it is good to pick up girls. They do love a bad boy. Or so I'm told anyhow. That lass at the magic store seemed to prefer a gentleman's behavior," Felix comments wrily. Or maybe nervous? It's not every day you go to see a king, especially not with a pair of mad and drunk companions.

[Iron Dragoon]

Mary glares at the messenger, pointing his pistol at him again, but this time trying to find the trigger... only to fail. Repeatedly. After multiple attemps..

[Dracos]

OOC: *Coughs*
IC:

Being that Mary was too fumble fingered to manage his feat, the messenger managed to return them to the throne room without too much incident... a rather confusing sight to Jan and the king as the rather ...not prepared companions were waved in.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"...maybe I should've left you guys behind." Jan mused.

[Merc]

"Apologies, but our resident gunslinger didn't get a chance to get sober and Leets...well...I don't know how to really explain what's going on with him, though just treat him like he's a happy drunk for the time being," Felix informs Jan and the king with a small sigh. Pausing he adds in an unabashed tone, "And Mary seems the angry drunk too."

[Dracos]

The king coughed, showing his diplomatic side, "The desert was fairly dry, I take it... No matter, if you need, go sleep it off at the inn."

"Are these your comrades?" Viki asked Jan, curiously.