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Started by Anastasia, June 15, 2018, 05:26:54 PM

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Yuthirin

"Oh hey! Is this some kind of super secret slaad art gallery!?" Calleigh asks.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

Dana looks around, "I guess fucking so?"

Miranda does as well, sniffing the air, "Isn't Renbuu an artist? This must be one of his galleries."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

"He's not an artist! He's THE artist! The best!" Calleigh retorts.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

"So...now what?" Miranda asks.

"An excellent question!" A gray slaad wearing formal noble's clothes and cape steps out from nowhere, voice posh and cultured. "Lord Renbuu has chosen to invite you to his gallery."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

"That's super nice of him! Hello!" Calleigh waves.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

No sign of the rainbow frog anywhere or a reply to that.

"Yes," the gray slaad drawls on, "As it may be. Shall I curate your artistic journey or do you prefer to wander on your own?"

"Curate," Benyen says right away, "The last bit of art I dealt with I ended up breaking over the head of a troll priest of Malar."

"Sounds fucking fun," Dana perks up. "What was it, a painting?"

"Nah," Benyen says, "A granite bust of a king. It broke, but it also broke the troll's head."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

"We probably shouldn't break any of Renbuu's art." Calleigh discourages.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

"Hmph, uncultured..." The gray slaad sniffs, "It is a risk, but often Renbuu destroys his own art. It is something that is...anticipated." A pause for that word, a slight frown.

"Oh, that's great then, would he appreciate me breaking something of his over something he dislikes?" Benyen asks quickly.

"Well..." The gray slaad considers.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

"...really? You WANT us to break something? Creatively?"
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

"Yes," The gray slaad says, "Destruction can be art. So be artistic and please Renbuu by doing it in an artistic way."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

"Do you have a specific piece? Or should we just obliterate everything?"
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

You are taken to a particular piece. It is a sword made of volcanic glass, smooth and regular, save for a single spike jutting a foot up and to the side, coming from the middle-side of the blade.

"This," The gray slaad says, "Be artistic! Be an artiste!"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

Calleigh stares at the sword. "Huh. What's it supposed to be, anyhow?"
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

"A spiked sword, of course," Miranda picks it up, giving it a cautious swing, "It ruins the balance of the blade."

"Yeah," Dana seconds, "Like having a cock on your forehead, it's just useless."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Yuthirin

"Why would you put a chicken on your head?" Calleigh asks, "That seems silly."
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?