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The second seal (Moore)

Started by Anastasia, August 30, 2016, 03:42:23 PM

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Nephrite

Moore smiles, breaking into a bit of a laugh. "I'm sure Dana could drink everyone here into alcoholic poisoning before she got drunk, too. Well, you also have to keep in mind that this might just be the ruling person of this particular city. I imagine that their head... wizards are probably somewhere else, but who knows. Either way, if someone from here was strong enough to create their own demiplane, then I think that warrants some attention."

Anastasia

"They could also be fucking playing this bullshit up," Dana says, "Make us think they're weaker than they are, then punch us right in the cunts." Scowling, "Wizards and overthinking basic shit, it's all what they call strategy and tactics."
<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?

Nephrite

"I really don't think that's the case." Moore says with an apologetic smile. "Besides, if they try that, I have this inkling that you'll just punch them into a wall or something."

Anastasia

"Acid. Acid fucking everywhere," Dana retorts, "Make them think a real black dragon went through here."

Balyss rubs her forehead, "Charming."

At that moment Erga comes in, "I apologize," He says, "But there has been a delay. This may be some time, so would you like to be shown to guest quarters?"
<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?

Nephrite

Taking 10 on Sense Motive for 27. Is he just trying to stall us for something?

Anastasia

He's smooth as silk, but you get the feeling he's hiding something. Yes, it's not quite right.
<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?

Nephrite

"Sir Erga." Moore says, folding his arms. "Since we've come here, we have been extremely generous and understanding of your local customs and your rules. We have not flaunted our power or forced you to do anything against your will. In fact, I think we've gone above and beyond what you'd expect of us in order to come to an agreement for information to help both our parties. Yet, here you stand, stalling us for something -- for some reason."

He looks over to Dana, then back at Erga. "I can assure you, my friend here doesn't like to have her time wasted. So I will give you an opportunity to explain to me what it is you're trying to trying to accomplish here -- and let me make this perfectly, completely, you-can-see-through-a-crystal-ball clear. If there is any deception in what you tell us, I think you'll be the first person in your Prime to be subjected to a spell beyond the 9th Circle, and I don't think you'll enjoy the experience." At this, he opens his arms out.

"So, would you care to try again?" He asks, tilting his head slightly.

Anastasia

Make a Diplo check, Moore.

Dana also strides forward, "Cut the bullshit and act like your balls dropped already." She meets his gaze, "Or I'll fucking cut them off."

> roll 1d20+32
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20+32 --> [ 1d20=6 ]{38}

I'll wait to roll his reaction pending your check as well, Moore.
<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?

Nephrite


Anastasia

Between Dana's glares and your words, Erga finally says, "The matter's out of my hands. The decision isn't for the seventh circle to make, it's for the eighth. Divinations must be cast, arguments must be had and so forth. The eighth circle are not ones to lightly accept any deal."
<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?

Nephrite

"That's fine and acceptable, but does that mean you don't have the information on Algorand or the Buried Prince here?" Moore asks. "We can always return later for a decision."

Anastasia

"If you wish to return tomorrow instead, that is fine," Erga replies, exhaling. "We should have our affairs in order by then."
<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?

Nephrite

He turns to his companions. "How would you both care to proceed? Shall we just return tomorrow and see how things play out?"

Anastasia

"Tomorrow," Balyss agrees, "That sounds fine. Traveling the planes is hardly a problem," she says, a bit loudly.

"Damn right," Dana seconds.
<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?

Nephrite

"Very well. Sir Erga, please convey to your superiors and to perhaps even the Ninth Circle, that we certainly understand the complexity of this issue from their perspective -- I think something can be said for our magnanimous patience." Moore says with a smile.

He'll go back and just hang out until the next day. He'll also make a note to go to Brightwater at some point and buy Dana some strong liquor.