Senkha exhales heavily as she sees Kyrita, frowning. No Ziichi or Dizzy means she can show her emotions and they are not nice ones.
Kyrita is sitting here on a stool, before her forge. Her hands hold a cup of freshly brewed thistle tea in her hand. She's trying to keep awake. A deep, regretful sigh, as she looked towards her 'home'.
Kyrita looks at you.
Kyrita says: ... Hi.
Senkha makes several false starts before looking over to Marius' shed. She once again makes several false starts and finally begrudgingly admits, "You did a good job rebuilding the shed."
Kyrita says: Yeah. I owed Marius that much.
Kyrita says: Owe him a lot more.
Senkha says: That's an understatement.
Kyrita says: I know.
Kyrita nods her head, taking a sip of her tea. It's held in a dirty glass that's seen a lot of use over the past week.
Kyrita says: Owe you too.
Senkha grunts in response. It's so much easier to start a fight when people disagree with you and don't say nice things like that. She stares at the shed, still. "Did you mean to kill him? I saw the look in your eyes...you must've known who he was."
Kyrita says: No. I knew who he was when I knocked him down.
Kyrita says: ... But if you are his sister now.
Kyrita says: Then you know he would have gotten back up to attack again.
Senkha says: Of course he would've. There are ways to incapacitate someone without killing them, though. Light above, you of all people would know -that-.
Senkha is totally pulling bullshit things from Arubrey's bullshit memories and bullshitting.
Kyrita says: Didn't think he had become so weak.
Kyrita says: Didn't expect him to shoot that far.
Senkha says: He is -not- weak.
Kyrita says: I made an error of judge - no.
Kyrita says: Weak as in his weight. Body.
Senkha rolls her eyes. "Well of course, when standing next to a half-giantess."
Kyrita says: ... Not that.
Kyrita says: I raised him. Saw him develope. Found him when he was first sick.
Kyrita says: ... He was blue. Like he had not been breathing.
Kyrita says: He's better.
Senkha says: ...wait, found him?
Senkha says: And how the hell is he "better"? He's in a fucking -coma-.
Kyrita says: He'll wake up.
Kyrita says: Grahm has his hands in it.
Kyrita says: If Arubrey was to die, Grahm would have come back to me.
Kyrita says: Arubrey is the last sane son of blood. As muddled as it is.
Senkha says: The only reason he -didn't- die was because that fucking -sword- told me to stab him. You people and your-- his blood is not muddled.
Kyrita says: It is.
Kyrita says: He takes after his father.
Senkha says: Lucky him.
Senkha sounds like she means it.
Kyrita says: Why he -
Kyrita grunts at this. She knows it's an insult at her person and she cringes. But - she stares the woman back, annoyed.
Kyrita says: Why he's so short.
Senkha says: Nothing wrong with being short.
Kyrita says: No.
Kyrita says: But I speak the truth.
Senkha says: Your opinion. You said his blood is muddled and that's ridiculous.
Kyrita rolls her eyes. "Have you come here to seek vengence?"
Senkha says: Marius told me not to antagonize you until he got to the bottom of things. Presumably he believes your bullshit or else you wouldn't be allowed on the boat after attacking one of the Sigil.
Kyrita says: ... Come closer, girl.
You eye Kyrita up and down.
Kyrita coughs this, placing her tea-cup to the forge behind her. Her forearm comes up, bracing it over her mouth to catch the spittle.
Senkha says: Why, so you can toss me into the shed, too?
Kyrita says: No.
Kyrita says: Want to look.
Kyrita hacks.
Kyrita recovers from her coughing fit. Wiping her arm against her shirt. She hunches forward, putting herself to eye-level with Senkha, looking back at her stoicly.
Senkha stands with her hands on her hips, looking stoically at Kyrita because...well. Still can't get properly angry without a migraine.
Kyrita says: What is he to you?
Kyrita says: Your brother, yes?
Senkha says: My twin. He's like the other half of me. My best friend.
Senkha says this with more emotion than she intends and looks away quickly, back towards the boat.
Kyrita says: I see.
Kyrita holds out her palm to her, her back straightening. It's brought to her abdomen.
Kyrita says: I gave him to you.
Kyrita says: Darian and I did.
Kyrita says: Darian died to keep him safe.
Kyrita says: I lost my oldest.
Kyrita says: He is of -my- blood. Even if he is no longer my child.
Kyrita says: Remia has him now.
Kyrita says: I am okay with this.
Kyrita says: I am okay with you loving him.
Kyrita says: I am greatful for this.
Kyrita says: I am thankful to you.
Senkha snorts wetly, scrubbing at her cheek with the back of her hand. "That's great, really. My parents did all sorts of wonderful things, too, I'm sure. That didn't change that he--" She stops, hearing the words "I am okay with this."
Kyrita says: I am thankful to you for giving him something that was taken from him.
Kyrita looks at her - the stoicism breaking. She jerks away for a moment, her elbow resting on a knee. Her face hides behind a large hand, pushing back her hair. Eyes hidden.
Senkha looks back to Kyrita, her cheek twitching. "You are a fucking contradiction. I don't understand you and I don't like that everyone thinks that you are made of sunshine, light, and puppies."
Kyrita says: I'm not.
Kyrita says: You came here to do something.
Kyrita says: So please do.
Senkha says: I came here to look at the shed because I m-- because I miss him.
Kyrita 's grinding her palm into her eyes. Something's in it, she swears.
Kyrita says: I do too.
Senkha swallows really hard and try not to start crying. "You're the one who -did- this to him! Whether he's sick or not, whether you're right or not, you're the reason this happened!"
Kyrita says: Yeah.
Kyrita just repeats this back. Sniffing. Her hand comes away, resting on her knee. She stares the girl back down, like a scared, wounded animal.
Senkha looks entirely disarmed by this look on the enormous woman's face. It looks not a little like she's been slapped in the face with a dead fish or possibly a dead husband. She takes a moment. "--Oliver believes you."
Kyrita says: I like Oliver.
Kyrita says: He's a good man.
Kyrita says: You chose your partner well.
Senkha says: He believes the best about the man who kidnapped him and tortured him.
Senkha says: ...would've killed him if I hadn't--
Kyrita says: Thank you.
Kyrita croaks this. Her normal, grainy voice breaking up. As if she's having problems even uttering the words.
Kyrita says: He has a good family now.
Kyrita says: Who cares.
Kyrita says: Thank you for loving my lost boy.
Senkha takes a long, deep breath and lets it out shudderingly. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for him. But if you come near him again or try to hurt him..." She trails off because she knows she'd probably get in trouble for that, too.
Kyrita says: You'll hurt me.
Senkha says: If I did, I'd probably lose my husband, my father, and several friends.
Senkha says: So I honestly don't know what I'd do.
Kyrita says: ... I would have fought back.
Kyrita says: I would not let myself be taken easily. Even if you're his twin.
Kyrita says: I love my boy. But I still have things to do.
Kyrita says: Another boy to kill.
Senkha allows small smirk to come to her face. "There are ways to disarm someone without fighting them physically. And you are a very strange mother. Like those voles, you know, the ones that eat their babies?"
Senkha says this less cruelly and more scientifically.
Kyrita says: ... Kek.
Kyrita smirks, looking away from her, to the ground to her right. Her eyes slowly creep back up to watch her, though.
Kyrita says: ... I need to go buy some supplies.
Kyrita says: Anything else?
Senkha doesn't really respond much to Kyrita to explain how she'd disarm the woman. She simply nods. "No. I'm leaving. Thank you for respecting our need for you to keep your distance."
Senkha says: ...and thank you for...what you are to Ziichi.
Kyrita says: Okay.
Kyrita says: ...
Senkha takes a deep breath and nods, turning to go and sort of swishing Oliver's cape behind her like a superhero. Away!
Kyrita pauses at this, just watching her. Her chin comes back up, giving Senkha a clear face of her visage. Her smirk droops down, becoming a flat line. A shallow bob of her head, barely noticable.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Senkha & Oliver: September 17
Macglynn inspects his blade in the firelight. Pristine!
Senkha says: ...that went better than I expected.
Macglynn says: Nice kid.
Macglynn seems to be smirking.
Senkha , with a whelp on her face that she's decided to leave there, doesn't see the smirk. She just sort of groans. "You have no idea how terrified he was just then."
Macglynn says: Ah don't see any reason why 'e shoulda been.
Macglynn shrugs. "Again, when Ah ever git upset about anythin'?"
Macglynn smiles, resting his blade against the wall by the chair. He leans back, crossing one ankle over another.
Senkha says: ...unless I'm hurt, you don't, really. Annoyed, but not upset.
Senkha finally removes Stehlp from her face and turns to look at Oliver, the blush finally leaving her cheeks.
Macglynn crosses his hands in his lap, his pipe still at his lips. "See? No problems."
Senkha says: ...I mean it could've been worse, all things considered, but...
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Macglynn says: Y'knew 'e was comin'?
Senkha says: I asked him to come.
Senkha says: ...apologize to you, that is.
Macglynn says: ... Mm.
Macglynn says: This, uh. This bond 'a yers.
Senkha says: Mmm?
Senkha says: What about it?
Macglynn says: Is it...
Macglynn pauses. He frowns for a moment, and is motionless, save for the smoke of his pipe.
Macglynn says: ... nice?
Macglynn still frowns, dissatisfied.
Senkha also frowns, considering. She takes a long time before she says, "...yes."
Senkha says: ...I...I'd like to have that sort of bond with you. You know, permanently, even more than what we already have.
Macglynn says: There's days when Ah'm thankful nobody's got a window into my thoughts.
Senkha says: Why?
Senkha says: ...well, I mean.
Senkha says: I understand -why-, but...I guess I can't imagine you thinking anything that...I don't know. That was a stupid question. I'm sorry.
Macglynn says: Ah'm only human.
Senkha says: We're trying to figure out how to block each other out but still keep the bond. I...well. I wish it was you I had this bond with, you know?
Macglynn says: Is that... somethin' you'd want.
Senkha lies back, eyes closed. She nods. "Yes."
Senkha says: ...but only if you want it, too.
Macglynn is quiet for a very long time.
Macglynn says: Ah don't think it's much about whut Ah want.
Senkha opens her eyes to look at him. "Yes it is," she says quietly. "I'm not the only one who would be affected by it. You'd feel everything I feel, all the time. I wouldn't listen to your thoughts purposely, but...I still might hear things you wouldn't want."
Senkha says: ...and then there's Blightreaver.
Macglynn looks irked at even the mention of the name.
Senkha winces at his irked look. "...sorry. I know. Same person. I know. I'm sorry."
Macglynn says: It ain't secrets Ah'm worried about.
Macglynn says: Never was real big on keepin' secrets.
Senkha closes her eyes halfway, lying with her hand up by her head. "What are you worried about, then?"
Macglynn says: ... Jus' not secrets.
Senkha frowns, squinting up at the ceiling. "I don't understand."
Senkha says: ...if you don't want it, though...I understand. I'm sorry I suggested it.
Senkha really does sound sorry.
Macglynn stands. He very slowly walks to the table and sets down his pipe. He then walks to her, and puts his hands to the side of her head. He kneels as he does this, causing her to bend a bit, and he looks her up in the eye. For the first time, he opens the bond himself. His expression deadpans and his eyes blaze, the flames reaching out for her own eyes. Whatever reserves were in his mind are gone, and he gives all he has to her. And as it is, she'd feel everything.
Macglynn is open to her. There is a near incessant chatter in his mind, an easily recognizable "voice". A constant terror. The deep and unimaginable loathing a paladin holds for undeath held for oneself. And fear.
Senkha stares as Oliver makes his way over to her, and her eyes are as large as dinnerplates when he is the one to open the bond between them. The sensation takes her by surprise at first--for a moment, she even forgets to breathe--and she reaches up with both hands, shaking, placing them on top of his. Her breath catches a few times, more from emotion than from anything: sadness that he should feel this, wishing he wasn't afraid, maybe I can help but I don't think I'm strong enough.
Macglynn holds the bond, though without knowing, his clutch on her head grows tighter, and his hands shake. He doesn't speak, and simply gives her what she wanted: everything. The chatter grows louder, almost chiding as it laughs about nothing.
Senkha closes her eyes, steadying her hold on his hands. She breathes slowly, deeply, trying to concentrate, not trying to make sense of the chatter or the laughter, but simply listening. Ever so slightly, she leans forward and presses her forehead against his.
The chatter doesn't become understandable. It simply grows louder and more malicious, and very subtly, would put words of doubt in the mind of anyone listening in on it. A feeling of sickness would likely overcome her; the sickness one feels in their gut upon witnessing a great disaster. The feeling someone experiences after taking their first life. It doesn't fade.
Senkha seems unfazed by this sickness, save for a memory and an ever-present, familiar sense of guilt. Distantly, something that almost sounds like Senkha makes a shrieking sound, but it's so far away that it's impossible to reach. She still remains largely still, only moving to place her hands on either side of his head. Her own thoughts are mostly silent.
Macglynn 's deadpan slowly twitches to an off-kilter grin. Their heads so close, he pulls the two of them into a kiss. His eyes still blaze with the invasive lichfire, filling her eyes as well. It's deathly cold, as would be expected. The chatter grows slightly more intelligible, but ever so slightly. Noticeable amongst the banter is a repeat of his words from earlier: "I'm only human."
Again, from somewhere far away, unreachable, there is a screech of rage and desperation, something trying to get free but unable to do so. Senkha, for a moment, is distracted by the bizarre sensation, but allows one thought through towards Oliver's mind: if I die, you die.
Senkha exhales a cloud of steam, despite the heat from the fireplace. Stehl-the-whelp looks concerned.
Macglynn brings them into a full kiss, the link still not breaking. A deep kiss, still smiling, though not in his usual manner. He rises, pushing her back onto the bed. The chatter grows to a level of insanity. A thousand voices, some noticeably young. The words break their way through the cacophony, an almost pride behind them. we give them names. it makes them seem more human to us.
Senkha falls backwards, still oddly unfazed by the entire ordeal, her eyes still closed. Another shriek of rage, a rattling of chains, faintly. I forgot their names. I'm sorry you have to hear them all the time. She may as well be apologizing for being late to dinner with how calm she is. There's a new understanding laced through her thoughts, though.
The words carry on, as if not actually addressing anybody. took their lives ALL OF THEM part of me now isn't it good for them their SOULS BINDING ME they can fight forever. The word 'forever' punctures and bleeds into her mind, a simultaneous sense of accomplishment and terror behind it: two people speaking. I CANNOT KILL YOU. BUT IT'S A BOND YOU WANT?
The shriek of rage returns, along with a much louder rattling of chains. Immediately, like a fortress, what would seem like iron walls clamp down around her mind; in fact, they sound just like prison doors, if they could have sound. Senkha tries to wriggle out from under him, eyes open now, brown and lichfire blue flickering.
Senkha says: Not yet. Soon. But not yet.
Macglynn 's eyes dull, and he pulls away. He staggers back into the table, and tries to find balance. He looks at her with an unusual calmness.
Senkha blinks a few times, the blue clearing from her eyes entirely. The only bond between their minds is the usual one that never closes, though it's a one-way flow now. Out, not in. She speaks in a steadying voice. "Oliver."
Macglynn doesn't respond. He just looks at her, as though waiting for something.
Senkha repeats his name, more loudly. "Oliver. Answer me." A silent plea is sent towards his mind.
Macglynn says: Y-- the...
Macglynn speaks? It's a start.
Senkha nods slowly, her voice forcibly firm as she speaks again. "Come back to me. I want Oliver. You will come back to me." Less as a threat, a rattling of chains echoes across their bond.
Macglynn says: Here-- always here, don't...
Senkha 's voice is still forcibly firm, though gentle. "It's alright. Thank you for showing me. I understand much more now. I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice breaks on the last word, though just barely.
Macglynn says: ... Beg pardon.
Macglynn walks outside.
Senkha says: Oliver...
Senkha says: You have nothing to feel sorry for right now.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn says: Go back inside.
Senkha folds her arms across her chest. "No. Not this time. I'm not going to let you wallow and think you're a horrible person because you actually give a damn about what happens to people, even the ones whose names you don't know."
Senkha follows this with a mirthless laugh. "And I hope you don't think that it was anything new to me."
Macglynn turns. There's something desperate in his expression, and his eyes have flared again. Mood-eyes. Better than mood rings, because everyone can see them. "Never ask anythin' of you. Not gunna give me this?"
Senkha actually rolls her eyes at this; it's the closest she's been to angry in weeks, though her voice is still calm. "Why is it that you always ask me for things that will hurt you but deny me the chance to hurt myself, hm?"
Senkha says: When you find out I've whipped myself, you scold me, but I'm supposed to sit idly by and watch you do the same thing to yourself? What hurts you hurts me...i--
Senkha 's shoulders sag as she cuts the thought off, looking at the snow.
Macglynn says: Bein' pissed at m'self outside fer a spell ain't gunna hurt nobody.
Senkha says: Why are you mad at yourself, though? You didn't do anything wrong.
Macglynn says: Y'don't need any 'a that.
Senkha says: I don't-- Oliver.
Senkha takes his face in both of her hands, pulls it close to hers. Immediately, the bond between them is wide open, though it's still a one-way street. A parade of memories flashes through their minds, blood and gore, screams, and over it all, an infectious sense of glee, the feeling he has when he dances. The memories grow faster and faster the longer they parade on. There must be hundreds, thousands. Like a narration, she presses understanding on his mind: I already -have- it.
Macglynn looks at her, the deadpan returning. "Y'fell in love with me because Ah made y'smile."
Senkha continues to allow the parade of memories to dance before him, though the sound of a cracking whip can now be heard, like a steady drum. Yes, I did. Senkha keeps her hands on either side of his face and draws him down into a full, long kiss, not at all unlike the one he gave her.
Macglynn says: ... It's why a lot 'a folk tolerate me.
Macglynn seems to just be talking and not really paying attention to anything happening to or around him.
Senkha doesn't break the kiss to respond, though he might feel a slight niggling at the back of his mind to pick her up. She speaks without speaking, the memories of that bloody dance vanishing into memories of a different dance--the dance with him. From the first dance to the present moment, every step, every smile, every tear. Through it all, like a narration: I don't tolerate you. I choose you. You're a part of me now, and you always will be.
Macglynn does manage a smile. He wraps his arms around her, though doesn't pick her up. "That's corny as hell."
Senkha still doesn't break the kiss or the bond, though she smiles against his mouth. It is corny as hell. But it's the truth. Always will be.
Macglynn says: Ah'm not carryin' you inside.
Senkha finally breaks the kiss, though the bond with his mind remains...still one way, but steady. "Will you come inside with me, though, at least?"
Macglynn says: S'pose so. Th' night air don't makes as good 'a company.
Senkha smiles and kisses him again, lightly, before leading the way back into their house.
Senkha says: ...that went better than I expected.
Macglynn says: Nice kid.
Macglynn seems to be smirking.
Senkha , with a whelp on her face that she's decided to leave there, doesn't see the smirk. She just sort of groans. "You have no idea how terrified he was just then."
Macglynn says: Ah don't see any reason why 'e shoulda been.
Macglynn shrugs. "Again, when Ah ever git upset about anythin'?"
Macglynn smiles, resting his blade against the wall by the chair. He leans back, crossing one ankle over another.
Senkha says: ...unless I'm hurt, you don't, really. Annoyed, but not upset.
Senkha finally removes Stehlp from her face and turns to look at Oliver, the blush finally leaving her cheeks.
Macglynn crosses his hands in his lap, his pipe still at his lips. "See? No problems."
Senkha says: ...I mean it could've been worse, all things considered, but...
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Macglynn says: Y'knew 'e was comin'?
Senkha says: I asked him to come.
Senkha says: ...apologize to you, that is.
Macglynn says: ... Mm.
Macglynn says: This, uh. This bond 'a yers.
Senkha says: Mmm?
Senkha says: What about it?
Macglynn says: Is it...
Macglynn pauses. He frowns for a moment, and is motionless, save for the smoke of his pipe.
Macglynn says: ... nice?
Macglynn still frowns, dissatisfied.
Senkha also frowns, considering. She takes a long time before she says, "...yes."
Senkha says: ...I...I'd like to have that sort of bond with you. You know, permanently, even more than what we already have.
Macglynn says: There's days when Ah'm thankful nobody's got a window into my thoughts.
Senkha says: Why?
Senkha says: ...well, I mean.
Senkha says: I understand -why-, but...I guess I can't imagine you thinking anything that...I don't know. That was a stupid question. I'm sorry.
Macglynn says: Ah'm only human.
Senkha says: We're trying to figure out how to block each other out but still keep the bond. I...well. I wish it was you I had this bond with, you know?
Macglynn says: Is that... somethin' you'd want.
Senkha lies back, eyes closed. She nods. "Yes."
Senkha says: ...but only if you want it, too.
Macglynn is quiet for a very long time.
Macglynn says: Ah don't think it's much about whut Ah want.
Senkha opens her eyes to look at him. "Yes it is," she says quietly. "I'm not the only one who would be affected by it. You'd feel everything I feel, all the time. I wouldn't listen to your thoughts purposely, but...I still might hear things you wouldn't want."
Senkha says: ...and then there's Blightreaver.
Macglynn looks irked at even the mention of the name.
Senkha winces at his irked look. "...sorry. I know. Same person. I know. I'm sorry."
Macglynn says: It ain't secrets Ah'm worried about.
Macglynn says: Never was real big on keepin' secrets.
Senkha closes her eyes halfway, lying with her hand up by her head. "What are you worried about, then?"
Macglynn says: ... Jus' not secrets.
Senkha frowns, squinting up at the ceiling. "I don't understand."
Senkha says: ...if you don't want it, though...I understand. I'm sorry I suggested it.
Senkha really does sound sorry.
Macglynn stands. He very slowly walks to the table and sets down his pipe. He then walks to her, and puts his hands to the side of her head. He kneels as he does this, causing her to bend a bit, and he looks her up in the eye. For the first time, he opens the bond himself. His expression deadpans and his eyes blaze, the flames reaching out for her own eyes. Whatever reserves were in his mind are gone, and he gives all he has to her. And as it is, she'd feel everything.
Macglynn is open to her. There is a near incessant chatter in his mind, an easily recognizable "voice". A constant terror. The deep and unimaginable loathing a paladin holds for undeath held for oneself. And fear.
Senkha stares as Oliver makes his way over to her, and her eyes are as large as dinnerplates when he is the one to open the bond between them. The sensation takes her by surprise at first--for a moment, she even forgets to breathe--and she reaches up with both hands, shaking, placing them on top of his. Her breath catches a few times, more from emotion than from anything: sadness that he should feel this, wishing he wasn't afraid, maybe I can help but I don't think I'm strong enough.
Macglynn holds the bond, though without knowing, his clutch on her head grows tighter, and his hands shake. He doesn't speak, and simply gives her what she wanted: everything. The chatter grows louder, almost chiding as it laughs about nothing.
Senkha closes her eyes, steadying her hold on his hands. She breathes slowly, deeply, trying to concentrate, not trying to make sense of the chatter or the laughter, but simply listening. Ever so slightly, she leans forward and presses her forehead against his.
The chatter doesn't become understandable. It simply grows louder and more malicious, and very subtly, would put words of doubt in the mind of anyone listening in on it. A feeling of sickness would likely overcome her; the sickness one feels in their gut upon witnessing a great disaster. The feeling someone experiences after taking their first life. It doesn't fade.
Senkha seems unfazed by this sickness, save for a memory and an ever-present, familiar sense of guilt. Distantly, something that almost sounds like Senkha makes a shrieking sound, but it's so far away that it's impossible to reach. She still remains largely still, only moving to place her hands on either side of his head. Her own thoughts are mostly silent.
Macglynn 's deadpan slowly twitches to an off-kilter grin. Their heads so close, he pulls the two of them into a kiss. His eyes still blaze with the invasive lichfire, filling her eyes as well. It's deathly cold, as would be expected. The chatter grows slightly more intelligible, but ever so slightly. Noticeable amongst the banter is a repeat of his words from earlier: "I'm only human."
Again, from somewhere far away, unreachable, there is a screech of rage and desperation, something trying to get free but unable to do so. Senkha, for a moment, is distracted by the bizarre sensation, but allows one thought through towards Oliver's mind: if I die, you die.
Senkha exhales a cloud of steam, despite the heat from the fireplace. Stehl-the-whelp looks concerned.
Macglynn brings them into a full kiss, the link still not breaking. A deep kiss, still smiling, though not in his usual manner. He rises, pushing her back onto the bed. The chatter grows to a level of insanity. A thousand voices, some noticeably young. The words break their way through the cacophony, an almost pride behind them. we give them names. it makes them seem more human to us.
Senkha falls backwards, still oddly unfazed by the entire ordeal, her eyes still closed. Another shriek of rage, a rattling of chains, faintly. I forgot their names. I'm sorry you have to hear them all the time. She may as well be apologizing for being late to dinner with how calm she is. There's a new understanding laced through her thoughts, though.
The words carry on, as if not actually addressing anybody. took their lives ALL OF THEM part of me now isn't it good for them their SOULS BINDING ME they can fight forever. The word 'forever' punctures and bleeds into her mind, a simultaneous sense of accomplishment and terror behind it: two people speaking. I CANNOT KILL YOU. BUT IT'S A BOND YOU WANT?
The shriek of rage returns, along with a much louder rattling of chains. Immediately, like a fortress, what would seem like iron walls clamp down around her mind; in fact, they sound just like prison doors, if they could have sound. Senkha tries to wriggle out from under him, eyes open now, brown and lichfire blue flickering.
Senkha says: Not yet. Soon. But not yet.
Macglynn 's eyes dull, and he pulls away. He staggers back into the table, and tries to find balance. He looks at her with an unusual calmness.
Senkha blinks a few times, the blue clearing from her eyes entirely. The only bond between their minds is the usual one that never closes, though it's a one-way flow now. Out, not in. She speaks in a steadying voice. "Oliver."
Macglynn doesn't respond. He just looks at her, as though waiting for something.
Senkha repeats his name, more loudly. "Oliver. Answer me." A silent plea is sent towards his mind.
Macglynn says: Y-- the...
Macglynn speaks? It's a start.
Senkha nods slowly, her voice forcibly firm as she speaks again. "Come back to me. I want Oliver. You will come back to me." Less as a threat, a rattling of chains echoes across their bond.
Macglynn says: Here-- always here, don't...
Senkha 's voice is still forcibly firm, though gentle. "It's alright. Thank you for showing me. I understand much more now. I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice breaks on the last word, though just barely.
Macglynn says: ... Beg pardon.
Macglynn walks outside.
Senkha says: Oliver...
Senkha says: You have nothing to feel sorry for right now.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn says: Go back inside.
Senkha folds her arms across her chest. "No. Not this time. I'm not going to let you wallow and think you're a horrible person because you actually give a damn about what happens to people, even the ones whose names you don't know."
Senkha follows this with a mirthless laugh. "And I hope you don't think that it was anything new to me."
Macglynn turns. There's something desperate in his expression, and his eyes have flared again. Mood-eyes. Better than mood rings, because everyone can see them. "Never ask anythin' of you. Not gunna give me this?"
Senkha actually rolls her eyes at this; it's the closest she's been to angry in weeks, though her voice is still calm. "Why is it that you always ask me for things that will hurt you but deny me the chance to hurt myself, hm?"
Senkha says: When you find out I've whipped myself, you scold me, but I'm supposed to sit idly by and watch you do the same thing to yourself? What hurts you hurts me...i--
Senkha 's shoulders sag as she cuts the thought off, looking at the snow.
Macglynn says: Bein' pissed at m'self outside fer a spell ain't gunna hurt nobody.
Senkha says: Why are you mad at yourself, though? You didn't do anything wrong.
Macglynn says: Y'don't need any 'a that.
Senkha says: I don't-- Oliver.
Senkha takes his face in both of her hands, pulls it close to hers. Immediately, the bond between them is wide open, though it's still a one-way street. A parade of memories flashes through their minds, blood and gore, screams, and over it all, an infectious sense of glee, the feeling he has when he dances. The memories grow faster and faster the longer they parade on. There must be hundreds, thousands. Like a narration, she presses understanding on his mind: I already -have- it.
Macglynn looks at her, the deadpan returning. "Y'fell in love with me because Ah made y'smile."
Senkha continues to allow the parade of memories to dance before him, though the sound of a cracking whip can now be heard, like a steady drum. Yes, I did. Senkha keeps her hands on either side of his face and draws him down into a full, long kiss, not at all unlike the one he gave her.
Macglynn says: ... It's why a lot 'a folk tolerate me.
Macglynn seems to just be talking and not really paying attention to anything happening to or around him.
Senkha doesn't break the kiss to respond, though he might feel a slight niggling at the back of his mind to pick her up. She speaks without speaking, the memories of that bloody dance vanishing into memories of a different dance--the dance with him. From the first dance to the present moment, every step, every smile, every tear. Through it all, like a narration: I don't tolerate you. I choose you. You're a part of me now, and you always will be.
Macglynn does manage a smile. He wraps his arms around her, though doesn't pick her up. "That's corny as hell."
Senkha still doesn't break the kiss or the bond, though she smiles against his mouth. It is corny as hell. But it's the truth. Always will be.
Macglynn says: Ah'm not carryin' you inside.
Senkha finally breaks the kiss, though the bond with his mind remains...still one way, but steady. "Will you come inside with me, though, at least?"
Macglynn says: S'pose so. Th' night air don't makes as good 'a company.
Senkha smiles and kisses him again, lightly, before leading the way back into their house.
Senkha, Oliver, and Arubrey: September 17
Senkha says: ...I hope he changed the sheets.
Macglynn pries the booties off of Stehl.
Senkha has already ripped the bib off and tossed it at the table.
Macglynn doesn't have the heart to throw them in the fire, but tosses them aside. "He's a dragon!"
Senkha says: Oh, I meant Arubrey.
Senkha says: He, um.
Senkha says: Well.
Senkha says: Heh.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn stands abruptly, still holding Stehl.
Senkha looks down at the sheets, which are mostly smooth and seem unrumpled. "...I -think- he probably did, but I'm not sure."
Macglynn holds up Stehl still, away from the sheets, as though he could possibly become tainted. "They didn' let y'watch did they?!"
Senkha says: ...oh Light, I hope not. The last thing we need is for him to be imitating -that-.
Senkha reaches down to place her hands over her rear, as if remembering something she Did Not Want.
Stehl makes a garbled noise that sounds a lot like moaning.
Senkha says: . . .
Senkha says: ...he's not answering.
Senkha looks like }8
Macglynn looks devastated. Stehl, on the other hand, merrily pipes up, "Boners!"
Senkha says: . . .
Macglynn turns Stehl upside-down. "Y'got a language problem, son."
Macglynn stares Crimson Whelpling down.
Stehl-the-whelp pipes up, as if in agreement, "Shit howdy!"
Macglynn says: ... You doin' this on purpose?
Senkha says: Light, he's going to go and join up with the other reds when he's all grown and be a complete embarassment.
Macglynn says: Ah sometahms wonder if us even havin' 'im around's at all good fer 'im.
Macglynn says: Ah mean, whut good's a dragon gunn be if 'e kin't even do... dragon things.
Senkha says: I think it -has- to be now. He's used to us...we're his family. If we sent him away now...
Macglynn says: Ah'm jus' curious about ha' this is gunna work, is all.
Macglynn says: He's gunna git bigger, too. Way bigger.
Senkha says: Well, we can deal with that when we come to it. It probably won't be for another twenty years or so.
Senkha says: And by then, we may have a bigger place or no place at all.
Macglynn says: Whut if 'e meets other dragons? He kin't even say nuthin' in, uh. Dragontalk.
Macglynn says: Light, Ah think Afterburn kin talk with dragons more'n this kid can.
Macglynn is still holding Stehl upside-down.
Senkha says: That's why we should get in touch with Mr. Campion and see about socializing him with Scarlet.
Macglynn says: So there'd be... two dragons whut kin't speak dragon.
Senkha says: Maybe they can and we don't realize it.
Senkha says: I mean, does he have a reason to speak Draconic around us?
Macglynn is silent for a moment. Finally, he responds, "That's dumb."
Senkha says: What's dumb about it?
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn says: Ah'm sayin' it's dumb 'cause Ah don't agree with it an' kin't think of a better argyamint.
Senkha laughs, finally getting off the bed, and rests her arms on Oliver's shoulders. Stehlp takes advantage of this situation to clamber up on top of Oliver's head.
Senkha says: I figured as much and that, my dear, is why I love you.
Senkha says: ...even though that makes -no- sense.
Macglynn says: Neither does raisin' dragons like puppies!
Senkha says: I'm not raising him like a puppy. I'm raising him like a son. There is a difference.
Macglynn says: Light, he's probably smarter'n we is.
Macglynn tries to pry Stehlp off. "Ah ain't bein' insultin' ter yah, yeah?"
Stehlp blows a smoke ring in Oliver's face. He looks like he is smiling.
Macglynn says: ... Ah think there's somethin' wrote somewhere that says all kids, n'matter whut species, gotta be a pain in th' ass.
Senkha says: Of course! Otherwise we wouldn't appreciate it so much when they grow out of it.
Macglynn says: Ah dunno, lookin' at my track record, Ah'd say they's better off as kids.
Senkha frowns at this, looking downward. "...right. I'm sorry, love."
Macglynn blinks at you.
Macglynn says: Fer whut.
Senkha says: For not thinking of that. I should've been thinking.
Macglynn says: Y'been apologizin' fer purty meaningless shit.
Senkha says: I know. I know. I'm s--
You blink at Macglynn.
Senkha says: ...sorry.
Macglynn sighs at you.
Senkha chews on her lower lip, looking more than a little nervous and embarrassed.
Macglynn takes her by the shoulders, and sits her on the bed.
Senkha is sat.
Macglynn sits next to her. Stehl leaps from his head to hers.
Macglynn says: Don't gotta say yer sorry.
Senkha says: I just don't want you to be upset. I don't want you to worry that I'm going to hurt you again.
Macglynn says: ... When have Ah ever got upset about... anythin' at all?
Senkha says: Yes, I know, but I don't want you to get upset is what I'm saying.
Senkha says: ...I don't want to give you reason to leave or anything.
Senkha 's voice is timid and small. She looks down at the quilt as she talks.
To Arubrey: *"...you changed the sheets, right?"*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes."
Arubrey whispers: "Uh - yeah."
Macglynn laughs. A chuckle at first, though it grows. He kisses her on the cheek, and it is dead and gross and cold. "Y'sound like me."
Arubrey whispers: "Sorry."
Senkha looks up with a slanted smile. "...I do, don't I? I'm s--" She laughs, shaking her head.
To Arubrey: *"You may want to come and apologize to Oliver. I think he wants to burn the sheets."*
Arubrey whispers: "I am in so much trouble, aren't I?"
Macglynn says: Though, Ah don't got half m'subconscious missin', so Ah dunno whut my excuse is.
To Arubrey: *"Stehl started moaning like one of the three of you and then said 'boners!' So...yes."*
Arubrey whispers: "... You taught him that word. Coming."
Senkha reaches over to kiss his cold, dead right cheek...not the bony, rotten, left cheek. "It's because you have a good heart and because you don't think you deserve me."
To Arubrey: *"I did no such thing!"*
Arubrey whispers: "I remember it!"
To Arubrey: *"...oh right. Heh."*
Macglynn says: So y'admit it!
Arubrey whispers: There's a really reluctant sigh on Arubrey's side. As well, he's incredibly worried and - scared. "Coming."
Senkha says: Admit what?
Macglynn kisses her again. "That Ah don't deserve you."
Senkha laughs, shaking her head. "That is not what I said! You -think- that you don't deserve me, but the reverse is true."
Arubrey ... Knocks against the door, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head nervously. Someone's in trouble~
Macglynn kisses his wife again, this time on the neck. He looks incredibly irate at the DOOR KNOCK.
Macglynn says: Whut miser'ble excuse fer a human bein' is knockin' on th' fuckin' door.
Arubrey is a miserable excuse for a human being.
Macglynn opens the door. He stares.
Macglynn shuts the door.
Arubrey says: -- H -
Arubrey slumps.
Macglynn says: Salesmen.
Arubrey whispers: "It's me."
Senkha says: ...Oliver.
Macglynn says: ... What?
Senkha says: That is not a salesman.
Senkha says: That is Arubrey.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn swears quietly to himself. He doesn't look like he intends on getting up to open the door.
Senkha says: ...
Senkha pushes off the bed, rolling her eyes and goes to open the door.
Arubrey is kinda drooping her looking really defeated.
Senkha opens the door. Stehl-the-whelp is clinging to her head and blowing smoke rings. She looks half amused and half annoyed. "Come on in, l-- twin."
Arubrey says: Hi.
Arubrey says: Thanks.
Macglynn stares Arubrey down.
Arubrey steps in, closing the door behind him. There's a deep breath, feeling Oliver staring LASERS into Aubrey's head. He just offers an ashamed smile over to Senkha - and a wave to Oliver.
Arubrey says: Uh - hi.
Senkha takes note of the sword strapped to Arubrey's back and frowns slightly, though she says nothing except, "...you know, I remembered that I was the one to teach Stehl to say 'boners.'"
Senkha says: Just throwing that out there.
Macglynn drums his fingers on his knee. "Ah'll keep that in mind." He looks to Arubrey, and smiles. "Well, boy? Y'gunna lurk th' door, or y'gunna sit?"
Arubrey says: -- Right. I guess - yeah.
To Arubrey: *"He doesn't bite, you know."*
Arubrey frowns towards the chair by the table. It's the closest to the door, which he happily takes. His legs cross and his hands come together on his lap.
Arubrey whispers: "Just worried."
Arubrey says: Sorry.
Senkha looks between Oliver and Arubrey with a tentative smile, as if trying to make peace between them with her mind.
Arubrey says: I'm sorry.
Senkha says: So! I wanted to thank you for watching out for Stehl and the house while we were away.
Arubrey says: -- You're welcome.
You let out a hacking cough.
Macglynn says: Ah hope y'changed th' sheets.
Arubrey says: Sorry about the booties - yeah.
Arubrey says: We kept it clean.
Arubrey coughs.
Macglynn says: Good.
Senkha says: ...you definitely took it up the ass.
Macglynn covers his face with his palm.
Senkha realizes she's spoken outloud a moment too late.
You cover your face with your palm.
Arubrey -stares- his twin down, a little mortified. His cheeks are bright red, completely shocked.
Macglynn says: ...
Senkha is still covering her face with her hands, looking similarly embarrassed...or at least her ears are bright red.
Arubrey says: ... Thanks for that.
Arubrey says: Really.
Macglynn seems content to remove himself from the situation. He walks across the house and sits, and immediately lights his pipe.
Stehlp, sensing his mother's embarrassment, covers her face with his wings.
To Arubrey: *"...sorry. Didn't mean to say that out loud. But he -knows- already, Light."*
Arubrey slumps in his chair, looking over towards Oliver. He tries to make polite conversation! "Good to see you well, Oliver. Was worried."
Arubrey whispers: "I-It's fine... I..."
Macglynn says: 'Bout whut.
Arubrey says: Your injuries.
Macglynn says: Soldier. Shit happens.
To Arubrey: *her discomfort is more than apparent. "...well, I mean. It's practically like living out some sort of fucked-up threesome anyway. Or something." She withdraws slightly.*
Arubrey whispers: "... Senkha?"
To Arubrey: *faintly. "...sorry..."*
Arubrey whispers: "I love you. How mad is he at me?"
Arubrey says: ... Yeah.
Arubrey says: But - even still.
To Arubrey: *"Not really mad. Irritated. Keep trying."*
Arubrey says: I am sorry. About a lot of assholery I've done around you.
Arubrey says: The Sigil house and on.
Arubrey says: It - I think we got off at a bad foot.
Arubrey coughs at this, trying to muster up a weak smile.
Senkha tries to push Stehlp's wings out of her face. The whelp seems more interested in keeping her face covered than she is interested in having her face covered.
Macglynn puffs at his pipe for a moment, looking at the fire. Finally, he looks at Arubrey and asks plainly, "Feel good fer yah when Ah fuck 'er, Arubrey?"
Arubrey ... Is honest back. "I don't feel a thing."
Arubrey says: It's - her. She feels it and I just -
Arubrey says: Nngh.
Arubrey covers his visage with his palm! Awkward!
Senkha looks like she wants to melt into the floor. She stops trying to pry Stehlp's wings away from her face.
Macglynn taps the bit of his pipe on his exposed jaw. "Choose yer words careful na'."
Arubrey says: ... I don't feel it. She does and I just - get a sense when it happens.
Arubrey says: I don't pay attention to it. I don't want to.
Arubrey says: And I keep my mind off it when it does.
Arubrey says: How's that?
Senkha , able to stop covering her face since Stehlp has taken on that duty, reaches down to cover her ass, because that was not okay, even the hint of it.
Macglynn says: Is that th' truth, or y'tellin' me that 'cause yah like havin' that eye.
Arubrey says: Truth.
Senkha nods feebly in confirmation. She still looks like she wants to die.
Macglynn stops tapping, and puts his pipe back to his lips. "Guess y'live another day, then."
Arubrey looks to the man carefully, his breathing a bit rigid. He's scared of Oliver for all the wrong reasons. He gives a dutiful nod. "... How can I continue living past this?"
To Arubrey: *still faintly, as if she's trying to force the words out around her massive embarrassment. "...is that Grahm."*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes. I - got him back."
Senkha pries one wing away from her face for long enough to stare at Arubrey blankly before letting it fall back again.
Macglynn says: Never speak 'a it.
Arubrey says: ... Done.
Arubrey coughs, looking back to Senkha with a frown. He tries to throw a genuine careless grin - but it falters a bit.
Senkha speaks from behind Stehlp's wings. "So...good that we can move past this, right?"
Macglynn stands, picks up his runeblade from the corner, and takes a sharpening stone from his belongings. He proceeds to sharpen his blade. "Yep."
Senkha hears the sound of the sharpening stone and groans. "This is ridiculous."
Macglynn says: Ah said yep.
Macglynn sharpen sharpen sharpen
To Macglynn: *faintly, through a very large amount of embarrassment. "You're terrifying him more."*
Macglynn whispers: <"Good. See if 'e grows some balls.">
Senkha turns her face as if to stare at Oliver, but the whelp remains in front of her face. "...seriously?"
Macglynn turns his sword on its point as he inspects the blade's edge. He smiles at Senkha, and offers a smile to Arubrey as well. "When have Ah ever been serious?"
Macglynn finds an old cloth and begins to clean grime out of the grooves made by the runes.
Arubrey totally drifted off, a small headache overcoming him. His hands came up for his temples, massaging into them with a thumb. He offers a weak smile over to Oliver, giving a nod. But he's silent.
Senkha sighs quietly behind the whelp's wings. "...sorry, love."
Arubrey says: I should get going, you two.
Arubrey says: -- Thanks for your time.
Arubrey stumbles to his feet, still leaving a hand to his cheek.
Macglynn says: Pity. Yuh'll have ta come earlier nex' tahm.
Macglynn turns his blade again. He wipes away grime that looks suspiciously like dried blood.
Arubrey says: One day.
Arubrey staggers his way out.
Macglynn pries the booties off of Stehl.
Senkha has already ripped the bib off and tossed it at the table.
Macglynn doesn't have the heart to throw them in the fire, but tosses them aside. "He's a dragon!"
Senkha says: Oh, I meant Arubrey.
Senkha says: He, um.
Senkha says: Well.
Senkha says: Heh.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn stands abruptly, still holding Stehl.
Senkha looks down at the sheets, which are mostly smooth and seem unrumpled. "...I -think- he probably did, but I'm not sure."
Macglynn holds up Stehl still, away from the sheets, as though he could possibly become tainted. "They didn' let y'watch did they?!"
Senkha says: ...oh Light, I hope not. The last thing we need is for him to be imitating -that-.
Senkha reaches down to place her hands over her rear, as if remembering something she Did Not Want.
Stehl makes a garbled noise that sounds a lot like moaning.
Senkha says: . . .
Senkha says: ...he's not answering.
Senkha looks like }8
Macglynn looks devastated. Stehl, on the other hand, merrily pipes up, "Boners!"
Senkha says: . . .
Macglynn turns Stehl upside-down. "Y'got a language problem, son."
Macglynn stares Crimson Whelpling down.
Stehl-the-whelp pipes up, as if in agreement, "Shit howdy!"
Macglynn says: ... You doin' this on purpose?
Senkha says: Light, he's going to go and join up with the other reds when he's all grown and be a complete embarassment.
Macglynn says: Ah sometahms wonder if us even havin' 'im around's at all good fer 'im.
Macglynn says: Ah mean, whut good's a dragon gunn be if 'e kin't even do... dragon things.
Senkha says: I think it -has- to be now. He's used to us...we're his family. If we sent him away now...
Macglynn says: Ah'm jus' curious about ha' this is gunna work, is all.
Macglynn says: He's gunna git bigger, too. Way bigger.
Senkha says: Well, we can deal with that when we come to it. It probably won't be for another twenty years or so.
Senkha says: And by then, we may have a bigger place or no place at all.
Macglynn says: Whut if 'e meets other dragons? He kin't even say nuthin' in, uh. Dragontalk.
Macglynn says: Light, Ah think Afterburn kin talk with dragons more'n this kid can.
Macglynn is still holding Stehl upside-down.
Senkha says: That's why we should get in touch with Mr. Campion and see about socializing him with Scarlet.
Macglynn says: So there'd be... two dragons whut kin't speak dragon.
Senkha says: Maybe they can and we don't realize it.
Senkha says: I mean, does he have a reason to speak Draconic around us?
Macglynn is silent for a moment. Finally, he responds, "That's dumb."
Senkha says: What's dumb about it?
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn says: Ah'm sayin' it's dumb 'cause Ah don't agree with it an' kin't think of a better argyamint.
Senkha laughs, finally getting off the bed, and rests her arms on Oliver's shoulders. Stehlp takes advantage of this situation to clamber up on top of Oliver's head.
Senkha says: I figured as much and that, my dear, is why I love you.
Senkha says: ...even though that makes -no- sense.
Macglynn says: Neither does raisin' dragons like puppies!
Senkha says: I'm not raising him like a puppy. I'm raising him like a son. There is a difference.
Macglynn says: Light, he's probably smarter'n we is.
Macglynn tries to pry Stehlp off. "Ah ain't bein' insultin' ter yah, yeah?"
Stehlp blows a smoke ring in Oliver's face. He looks like he is smiling.
Macglynn says: ... Ah think there's somethin' wrote somewhere that says all kids, n'matter whut species, gotta be a pain in th' ass.
Senkha says: Of course! Otherwise we wouldn't appreciate it so much when they grow out of it.
Macglynn says: Ah dunno, lookin' at my track record, Ah'd say they's better off as kids.
Senkha frowns at this, looking downward. "...right. I'm sorry, love."
Macglynn blinks at you.
Macglynn says: Fer whut.
Senkha says: For not thinking of that. I should've been thinking.
Macglynn says: Y'been apologizin' fer purty meaningless shit.
Senkha says: I know. I know. I'm s--
You blink at Macglynn.
Senkha says: ...sorry.
Macglynn sighs at you.
Senkha chews on her lower lip, looking more than a little nervous and embarrassed.
Macglynn takes her by the shoulders, and sits her on the bed.
Senkha is sat.
Macglynn sits next to her. Stehl leaps from his head to hers.
Macglynn says: Don't gotta say yer sorry.
Senkha says: I just don't want you to be upset. I don't want you to worry that I'm going to hurt you again.
Macglynn says: ... When have Ah ever got upset about... anythin' at all?
Senkha says: Yes, I know, but I don't want you to get upset is what I'm saying.
Senkha says: ...I don't want to give you reason to leave or anything.
Senkha 's voice is timid and small. She looks down at the quilt as she talks.
To Arubrey: *"...you changed the sheets, right?"*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes."
Arubrey whispers: "Uh - yeah."
Macglynn laughs. A chuckle at first, though it grows. He kisses her on the cheek, and it is dead and gross and cold. "Y'sound like me."
Arubrey whispers: "Sorry."
Senkha looks up with a slanted smile. "...I do, don't I? I'm s--" She laughs, shaking her head.
To Arubrey: *"You may want to come and apologize to Oliver. I think he wants to burn the sheets."*
Arubrey whispers: "I am in so much trouble, aren't I?"
Macglynn says: Though, Ah don't got half m'subconscious missin', so Ah dunno whut my excuse is.
To Arubrey: *"Stehl started moaning like one of the three of you and then said 'boners!' So...yes."*
Arubrey whispers: "... You taught him that word. Coming."
Senkha reaches over to kiss his cold, dead right cheek...not the bony, rotten, left cheek. "It's because you have a good heart and because you don't think you deserve me."
To Arubrey: *"I did no such thing!"*
Arubrey whispers: "I remember it!"
To Arubrey: *"...oh right. Heh."*
Macglynn says: So y'admit it!
Arubrey whispers: There's a really reluctant sigh on Arubrey's side. As well, he's incredibly worried and - scared. "Coming."
Senkha says: Admit what?
Macglynn kisses her again. "That Ah don't deserve you."
Senkha laughs, shaking her head. "That is not what I said! You -think- that you don't deserve me, but the reverse is true."
Arubrey ... Knocks against the door, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head nervously. Someone's in trouble~
Macglynn kisses his wife again, this time on the neck. He looks incredibly irate at the DOOR KNOCK.
Macglynn says: Whut miser'ble excuse fer a human bein' is knockin' on th' fuckin' door.
Arubrey is a miserable excuse for a human being.
Macglynn opens the door. He stares.
Macglynn shuts the door.
Arubrey says: -- H -
Arubrey slumps.
Macglynn says: Salesmen.
Arubrey whispers: "It's me."
Senkha says: ...Oliver.
Macglynn says: ... What?
Senkha says: That is not a salesman.
Senkha says: That is Arubrey.
Macglynn says: ...
Macglynn swears quietly to himself. He doesn't look like he intends on getting up to open the door.
Senkha says: ...
Senkha pushes off the bed, rolling her eyes and goes to open the door.
Arubrey is kinda drooping her looking really defeated.
Senkha opens the door. Stehl-the-whelp is clinging to her head and blowing smoke rings. She looks half amused and half annoyed. "Come on in, l-- twin."
Arubrey says: Hi.
Arubrey says: Thanks.
Macglynn stares Arubrey down.
Arubrey steps in, closing the door behind him. There's a deep breath, feeling Oliver staring LASERS into Aubrey's head. He just offers an ashamed smile over to Senkha - and a wave to Oliver.
Arubrey says: Uh - hi.
Senkha takes note of the sword strapped to Arubrey's back and frowns slightly, though she says nothing except, "...you know, I remembered that I was the one to teach Stehl to say 'boners.'"
Senkha says: Just throwing that out there.
Macglynn drums his fingers on his knee. "Ah'll keep that in mind." He looks to Arubrey, and smiles. "Well, boy? Y'gunna lurk th' door, or y'gunna sit?"
Arubrey says: -- Right. I guess - yeah.
To Arubrey: *"He doesn't bite, you know."*
Arubrey frowns towards the chair by the table. It's the closest to the door, which he happily takes. His legs cross and his hands come together on his lap.
Arubrey whispers: "Just worried."
Arubrey says: Sorry.
Senkha looks between Oliver and Arubrey with a tentative smile, as if trying to make peace between them with her mind.
Arubrey says: I'm sorry.
Senkha says: So! I wanted to thank you for watching out for Stehl and the house while we were away.
Arubrey says: -- You're welcome.
You let out a hacking cough.
Macglynn says: Ah hope y'changed th' sheets.
Arubrey says: Sorry about the booties - yeah.
Arubrey says: We kept it clean.
Arubrey coughs.
Macglynn says: Good.
Senkha says: ...you definitely took it up the ass.
Macglynn covers his face with his palm.
Senkha realizes she's spoken outloud a moment too late.
You cover your face with your palm.
Arubrey -stares- his twin down, a little mortified. His cheeks are bright red, completely shocked.
Macglynn says: ...
Senkha is still covering her face with her hands, looking similarly embarrassed...or at least her ears are bright red.
Arubrey says: ... Thanks for that.
Arubrey says: Really.
Macglynn seems content to remove himself from the situation. He walks across the house and sits, and immediately lights his pipe.
Stehlp, sensing his mother's embarrassment, covers her face with his wings.
To Arubrey: *"...sorry. Didn't mean to say that out loud. But he -knows- already, Light."*
Arubrey slumps in his chair, looking over towards Oliver. He tries to make polite conversation! "Good to see you well, Oliver. Was worried."
Arubrey whispers: "I-It's fine... I..."
Macglynn says: 'Bout whut.
Arubrey says: Your injuries.
Macglynn says: Soldier. Shit happens.
To Arubrey: *her discomfort is more than apparent. "...well, I mean. It's practically like living out some sort of fucked-up threesome anyway. Or something." She withdraws slightly.*
Arubrey whispers: "... Senkha?"
To Arubrey: *faintly. "...sorry..."*
Arubrey whispers: "I love you. How mad is he at me?"
Arubrey says: ... Yeah.
Arubrey says: But - even still.
To Arubrey: *"Not really mad. Irritated. Keep trying."*
Arubrey says: I am sorry. About a lot of assholery I've done around you.
Arubrey says: The Sigil house and on.
Arubrey says: It - I think we got off at a bad foot.
Arubrey coughs at this, trying to muster up a weak smile.
Senkha tries to push Stehlp's wings out of her face. The whelp seems more interested in keeping her face covered than she is interested in having her face covered.
Macglynn puffs at his pipe for a moment, looking at the fire. Finally, he looks at Arubrey and asks plainly, "Feel good fer yah when Ah fuck 'er, Arubrey?"
Arubrey ... Is honest back. "I don't feel a thing."
Arubrey says: It's - her. She feels it and I just -
Arubrey says: Nngh.
Arubrey covers his visage with his palm! Awkward!
Senkha looks like she wants to melt into the floor. She stops trying to pry Stehlp's wings away from her face.
Macglynn taps the bit of his pipe on his exposed jaw. "Choose yer words careful na'."
Arubrey says: ... I don't feel it. She does and I just - get a sense when it happens.
Arubrey says: I don't pay attention to it. I don't want to.
Arubrey says: And I keep my mind off it when it does.
Arubrey says: How's that?
Senkha , able to stop covering her face since Stehlp has taken on that duty, reaches down to cover her ass, because that was not okay, even the hint of it.
Macglynn says: Is that th' truth, or y'tellin' me that 'cause yah like havin' that eye.
Arubrey says: Truth.
Senkha nods feebly in confirmation. She still looks like she wants to die.
Macglynn stops tapping, and puts his pipe back to his lips. "Guess y'live another day, then."
Arubrey looks to the man carefully, his breathing a bit rigid. He's scared of Oliver for all the wrong reasons. He gives a dutiful nod. "... How can I continue living past this?"
To Arubrey: *still faintly, as if she's trying to force the words out around her massive embarrassment. "...is that Grahm."*
Arubrey whispers: "Yes. I - got him back."
Senkha pries one wing away from her face for long enough to stare at Arubrey blankly before letting it fall back again.
Macglynn says: Never speak 'a it.
Arubrey says: ... Done.
Arubrey coughs, looking back to Senkha with a frown. He tries to throw a genuine careless grin - but it falters a bit.
Senkha speaks from behind Stehlp's wings. "So...good that we can move past this, right?"
Macglynn stands, picks up his runeblade from the corner, and takes a sharpening stone from his belongings. He proceeds to sharpen his blade. "Yep."
Senkha hears the sound of the sharpening stone and groans. "This is ridiculous."
Macglynn says: Ah said yep.
Macglynn sharpen sharpen sharpen
To Macglynn: *faintly, through a very large amount of embarrassment. "You're terrifying him more."*
Macglynn whispers: <"Good. See if 'e grows some balls.">
Senkha turns her face as if to stare at Oliver, but the whelp remains in front of her face. "...seriously?"
Macglynn turns his sword on its point as he inspects the blade's edge. He smiles at Senkha, and offers a smile to Arubrey as well. "When have Ah ever been serious?"
Macglynn finds an old cloth and begins to clean grime out of the grooves made by the runes.
Arubrey totally drifted off, a small headache overcoming him. His hands came up for his temples, massaging into them with a thumb. He offers a weak smile over to Oliver, giving a nod. But he's silent.
Senkha sighs quietly behind the whelp's wings. "...sorry, love."
Arubrey says: I should get going, you two.
Arubrey says: -- Thanks for your time.
Arubrey stumbles to his feet, still leaving a hand to his cheek.
Macglynn says: Pity. Yuh'll have ta come earlier nex' tahm.
Macglynn turns his blade again. He wipes away grime that looks suspiciously like dried blood.
Arubrey says: One day.
Arubrey staggers his way out.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Mairèad & Chadley: September 12
Mairèad is absently picking pills off of her sling and throwing them on the ground. She really needs to get slings made of higher quality material.
Chadley sits down next to Mairead, looking... sour. His arm is in a sling as well.
Chadley says: ... Hi.
Mairèad looks over at Chadley and then looks up at Stehl. She sighs. "If yer gunna figh', le' me know s'I kin leave ye t'be boys'r sumfin'."
Stehl says: Huh?
Stehl says: Oh, he's in no position to fight.
Stehl says: I'm guard-watching.
Chadley just stares dourly at Stehl, and doesn't say anything.
Mairèad says: ...wha' happen't t'yer arm?
Chadley says: Busted it.
Mairèad gives Chadley a weak smile. "Bu' no' on a bomber'nashun, 'm gissin'?"
Chadley says: ... Stehl is kind of like one.
Mairèad says: I giss Mr. Stehl kinna is like a bomber'nashun, sometimes, 'cept he dun' have a gian' hook.
Chadley says: Well. He's about twice my size, and about as dumb as one.
Mairèad gives a strangled laugh, but nods her agreement. "Fair 'nuff. I...I do wish ye hadn' picked a figh' wiff him, though. Bu' I fink I unnerstand why y'did."
Chadley says: ... I was done. He struck first.
Stehl boggles at the situation.
Chadley stares Stehl down.
Mairèad sighs and shakes her head, quietly observing the floating Mr. Stehl...who is now glowing like Winter Veil.
Chadley says: ... I think it might be best to just drop the issue and move on.Chadley looks like he obviously thinks the opposite, but he's trying.
Mairèad says: ...only fin' tha'll rilly change th' way he treatcha is stuff tha' kin't rilly come from bein' beat up 'r anyfin' bu' learnin' yerself. So...yahar, prolly bes' t'drop i' an' avoid him if ye kin.
[Guild] Stehl: Want to see if we can make Chadley scream like a little girl?
[Guild] Lius: Aye
Mairèad says: Bu'...ye kin prolly jest do whatcha wanna do, one way 'r t'other.
[Guild] Stehl: Give me the works.
[Guild] Lius: Incomin'.
Stehl roars with bestial vigor. So fierce!
You stare Stehl down.
Chadley says: What the fuck?!
Mairèad says: ...rilly?
Stehl says: ... Close.
Chadley falls between the bench and the fountain.
Lius roars with bestial vigor. So fierce!
Mairèad looks down at Chadley and then over at Stehl. She gives an irritated sigh, reaching with her uninjured hand to help Chadley back to his feet. "C'mon, we should go fer a walk."
Stehl says: AUGH.
Chadley takes her hand with his own uninjured hand, and stands.
Mairèad says: Le's go.
Mairèad says: ...'m rill sorry 'bout all this.
Chadley says: I...
Chadley grumbles.
Mairèad says: Hmm?
Chadley sits.
Mairèad dangles her feet at the water. Not in the water. At it.
Chadley stares into the water, either entertained or mesmerized by the light on it. "Just... fuck." He looks at her. "I... I'm sorry."
Mairèad chews on her bottom lip as he says this and nods, after a moment's consideration. "I's a'righ'. I know i's been hard fer ye, an' I don' fink I been makin' i' s'much easier's I wanna."
Chadley leans over and... kisses her on the cheek. Major awkward. He winces as he does this, because his dislocated shoulder shifts in a direction it really shouldn't. "It's been easier with you than without."
Mairèad's smile widens when he kisses her on the cheek and she reaches her uninjured hand over to take his. "Has i' rilly? I haven' been puttin' t'much pressure on ye?"
Chadley says: Well. You have. But I'm a pretty miserable asshole, so I think I need it.
Mairèad sighs and bites her lower lip, nodding slowly. " 'm mos'ly jest tryin' ter letcha figger fin's ou' fer yerself an' feel whatcha wanna feel. I don' wanna tell you t'feel sumfin' if ye don' feel i', y'know? Bu'...i' does mean a -lo'- t'me thatcha try."
Chadley says: I'll try harder. I can't make any guarantees. I--
Chadley stares Venuzuela down.
You stare Venuzuela down.
Chadley says: I think she's mad.
Mairèad says: Prolly. Mos' people in this city're mad.
Mairèad says: Tha's wha' me an' Caer talked 'bout th' firs' time we me'.
Chadley says: ... About what? People being mad?
Mairèad says: Mmhm. 'Specially in this city. I fink i's th' bad fin's wha' happens t'people here...they kin only take s'much 'afore they snap.
Chadley says: Are you sure I didn't fall from my mount on purpose?
Mairèad laughs genuinely for the first time that day, shaking her head. "Nah. You were rill d'termined t'tell th' people a' Winnergarde Keep 'bout th' Scarlitts. I fink ye jest weren' payin' attenshun."
Chadley says: ... Probably.
Mairèad says: ...so...didja git any good hits in?
Chadley chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment. "I uh, heh. I got his visor up and punched him in the face."
Mairèad laughs and claps her uninjured hand on her thigh for applause. "I never managed tha'! I only hi' him a few times, uzhully 'cause he lets me so I kin learn sumfin'. Good job!"
Chadley says: I kneed 'im the the balls, too.
Chadley says: I'm a little less proud of that.
Mairèad still laughs. "Tha's still purty impressive."
Chadley says: I guess.
Chadley says: I think he has it out for me, though.
Mairèad sighs and nods. "Part 'a i's 'cause he wan's ya t'be as grown up as ye go' righ' 'afore yer acciden', bu' beatin' people up isn' th' way t'make fin's like tha' happen."
Mairèad says: ...plus he's friends wiff yer dad.
Chadley says: ... This really, really makes me want to meet my dad. He has such fantastic fucking friends.
Mairèad says: Mebbe I could work sumfin' ou'...though y'gotta promise no' ter try an' cleanse him. 'Cause...yahar, tha'd make a lotta people rill mad.
Mairèad makes a :( face.
Chadley says: ... I reckon so.
Mairèad says: So if ye wan'...mebbe I could wri'e ter him 'r you could.
Chadley says: Maybe I should still meet more of your deader friends that I don't have any prior grudges against other than "you're dead and I hate you".
Mairèad says: ...I don' have many more 'asides yer dad an' Mr. Grrrrrhelm an' Mr. Fadric.
Chadley says: Maybe I can... talk to one more. I don't know.Chadley looks increasingly frustrated.
Mairèad says: 'Cause yer righ' 'bout mos' deaders...they go down in th' cryp's an' are rill mean t'people, like this one one time called me a hoor pumpkin an' a cheap'un 'cause I gave a dorf me whole dinner allowance.
Chadley says: They don't do themselves many favors in my eyes.Chadley says: Or the eyes of others.
Mairèad says: ...they rilly don'. I' upse's me t'see, 'cause people a'ready don' like them, an' then they jest make i' worse.
Chadley says: They're like, "raaaaugh, respect me!" but then they raise the dead and desecrate holy ground and I'm like, "why the fuck should I?"
Mairèad nods sadly, picking a pill off of her sling and dropping it into the water, sighing. "I' makes i' worse fer deaders like Mr. Fadric an' Mr. Grrrrrhelm an' yer dad, 'cause they gotta work tha' much harder."
Mairèad says: People jest don' unnerstand tha' respec's gotta be earned.
Chadley says: I still think the problem could just be solved by having them not be there at all.
Chadley looks at her, quickly adding, "But I'll give them the benefit of the doubt?"
Mairèad melts a little bit and squeezes Chadley's uninjured hand with her uninjured hand. "Ye don' hafta if i's no' whatcha feel, Chad. You bein' happy makes me happier'n unhappy."
Chadley says: I'm gonna be unhappy either way. I might as well grow some tolerance.
Mairèad says: ...rilly?
Chadley says: Yeah.
Mairèad leans over, very careful not to jostle either of their arms, and kisses Chadley firmly.
Chadley smiles. "I really meant it. How sorry I am for being a jerk about everything."
Mairèad smiles, too, looking a little amazed. "I know ye did. Tha's one fin' 'boutcha tha' hasn' changed a bi'. An' yer a good person, Chad. Don' evarrr le' people tell ye ovverwise."
Chadley says: I'm not going to get into the habit of believing anything Stehl says.
Chadley says: So.
Mairèad says: So.
Mairèad says: I'd say we should try anuvver advenchur agin, bu' we're kinna pathetic righ' na'.
Mairèad gestures to their matching slings with a wry smile.
Chadley says: We could maybe at least take a walk. Don't need our arms for that.
Mairèad says: A'righ'. Whar y'wanna walk? Any place ye wanna see?
Chadley says: Well, we could just take a stroll outside the city.
Mairèad says: Sure! We could even ride Yvvie if ye fink y'kin drive her wiff yer arm...er, tha' is, if ye wanna.
Chadley says: ... I'd rather not crash her. We may just want to ride our chargers.
Mairèad says: Fair 'nuff.
Mairèad gingerly holds out both hands, summoning her charger, because that's how she...gallops?
Chadley just stands, and it appears by his side in a really boring manner.
Mairèad says: Le's go!
[They travel through Elwynn]
Mairèad says: I nevarrr rilly been this way 'afore.
Chadley says: I've liked exploring this way on dull days.
Mairèad says: Ha' far ye been?
Chadley says: On long days, I've found myself all the way by the Redridge border.
Mairèad nods at the road ahead of them. "I been t'Redridge 'afore t'take care 'a Nicene, bu' I flew, I didn' ride."
Chadley says: Did you watch the ground as you flew?
Mairèad shakes her head, laughing. "Uzhully when I fly, I look up. I like seein' th' sky above me...only way i' could be clearer is ou' a' sea."
Chadley says: I never pay attention to the sea, myself.
Chadley says: It all looks the same, out there on the water.
Mairèad says: Yahar, i's true. Th' only way t'sail is t'sail by th' stars.
Chadley says: The ocean at night terrifies me.
Mairèad says: Rilly? Ha' come?
Chadley says: It's just endless black.
Chadley says: It sounds juvenile, but the unknown terrifies me.
Mairèad shakes her head. "Mos' people're afeared 'a th' unknown. I fink I'd be more afeared if i' weren' fer me faith."
Chadley laughs. "Well, I don't fear the end. It's the pain that comes with getting there."
Mairèad grins, swinging her legs back and forth slightly. "Well, s'long's we're a team, we won' hafta worry 'bout tha' fer a while, righ'?"
Chadley grins as well. "Damned straight."
Chadley says: Look! We're near Redridge.
Mairèad says: We are! I wish I'd go' more 'a chance t'explore here when Nicene was here, bu' she needed constan' care.
Chadley says: What had happened?
Mairèad sighs. "R'member th' picnic I toldja 'bout? Th' one whar Patrick attacked Mr. Fadric?"
Chadley says: ... Right.
Mairèad says: Nicene was rilly badly distraugh' 'bout i', 'cause she didn' wanna see th' bad in Patrick an' 'cause Niami cursed her a li'l bi' an knocked her on th' head.
Chadley says: A curse? Is Niami a warlock?
Mairèad says: ...evenshully, she ran 'way an' wen' up t'Lordaeron an' locked herself in a cage wiff Patrick. An' no, she ent. Jest mean sometimes.
Chadley says: Can I ask you a really weird question?
Mairèad says: Sure.
Chadley says: Would you lock yourself in a cage with me?
Mairèad pauses, actually having to consider this for a moment. She finally says, very slowly, "If i' was 'cause 'a sumfin' like wha' Patrick did an' we were like Patrick an' Nicene? No. If tha' was th' case, I'd only be makin' you worse."
Chadley says: Oh, good.
Mairèad says: Rilly?
Chadley says: I was just making sure you weren't as stupid as your friend.
You laugh.
Mairèad says: She's...kinna gaga over Patrick. I' makes her no' fink sometimes.
Chadley says: I'll tell you what, any man that can make a girl that gaga could only be gay.
Mairèad says: Rilly? Y'mean like elfies?
Chadley says: Yes. Like elves.
Mairèad says: S'ye fink Patrick likes -buggery-?
Chadley lifts his hands defensively. "Whoah, hey. I said nothing but a simple observation based on experience."
Mairèad says: ...wai', wha' sorta experience?
Mairèad raises an eyebrow at Chadley, curious and a little concerned.
Chadley says: ...
Chadley says: I'm not gay.
Mairèad gets a tiny, teasing smile on her face. "Well, I dunno, yer rilly a lo' nicer'n mos' boys are t'me..."
Mairèad says: An' tha' kinna makes me gaga sometimes.
Chadley says: Well. They're shitty boys, then.
[They find a waterfall]
Mairèad says: Look!
Chadley says: ... Would you look at that.Chadley looks at Murloc Tidecaller.
Mairèad dismounts and takes a seat on the bank of the pond, smiling up at the waterfall. "Didja know this was here?"
Chadley says: Not a clue.
You grin wickedly at Chadley.
Chadley stares Murloc Tidecaller down.
Chadley says: They seem... nice enough?
Mairèad says: Mebbe if we leave them alone, they'll leave us alone.
Mairèad says: Anyway, I don' rilly fink yer gay. I was jest teasin'.
Chadley says: Well. If I -were- gay, I think you'd have some explaining to do.
Chadley eyes you up and down.
Mairèad says: Ha' d'ye mean?
Chadley looks at her scrutinizingly. "I'm just saying that I don't remember how we met or anything, and I'm trusting you on everything."
Chadley smirks slyly at you.
Mairèad grins mischievously, looking back out over the pond and patting Chadley's knee with her uninjured hand. "Well, I don' have much t'gain from lyin' t'ye, rilly. 'sides, 'm a palerdin. We ent 'asposed ter lie."
Chadley says: That's true.
Chadley says: Hey.
Chadley says: I have an idea. Stay here!
[Chadley climbs to the top of the waterfall]
Mairèad yells: What're ye doin' up thar?!
Chadley yells: You can see me, then?
Chadley is waving his uninjured hand wildly.
Mairèad yells: Yahar!
Chadley yells: Think I can jump?
Mairèad yells: ...jest be careful 'a yer arm!
Chadley yells: I think a belly-flop would be fatal!
Mairèad yells: I fink yer righ'! Try fer a cannonball instead!
Chadley yells: I'm in full plate! I'd sink!
Mairèad yells: Mebbe ye should take o--
Mairèad says: ...
Mairèad yells: Nevarmind!
Chadley yells: What was that? I didn't catch it! Lot 'a wind up here!
Chadley yells: Did you tell me to take off my pants?
Mairèad yells: ...mebbe!
Chadley yells: That's honestly a good idea. I'd sink like a rock otherwise.
Mairèad yells: Yahar, tha's why I though' 'a i'! An' mebbe yer chestpiece, too!
Chadley yells: You should watch what you yell. Someone might overhear and take it the wrong way.
Mairèad yells: Oops! Sorry, other people!
Chadley yells: I'm jumping now!
Mairèad yells: I'll meetcha thar!
[Chadley jumps. They meet in the middle of the pond.]
Mairèad is wearing nothing but her tabard and underclothes, and her sling tied very tightly to keep her arm immobilized. She's still a surprisingly good swimmer, despite all of this. "Was i' fun?"
Chadley surfaces, his hair in his face. He cheers as he comes up, laughing loudly. "Shit, you gotta do that! You gotta do that!"
Mairèad giggles, shaking the hair out of her own face and sending water droplets flying everywhere. "Ye bubbled on th' way down," she observes, swimming closer, very close to his face.
Chadley says: It was... so I could keep my eyes open when I sank. To see all the fish.
Mairèad simply smiles at Chadley, a bit breathless from treading water with only one hand. "Didja see a lotta fishies?"
Chadley says: Fuck yeah! Big blue ones with yellow dots!
Mairèad says: I wunner whut they taste like?
Chadley says: I can shock one out!
Mairèad says: Careful ye don' shock us while yer addit!
Chadley dives under again. His good arm seems to be doing an amazing job of keeping him alive.
Chadley looks around. He spots one of the blue fish! He sinks a bit as he shoots his hand out and sends a holy pew pew pally lazer beam at the fish. It goes belly-up. He swims after it, grabs it, and swims back to the surface.
Mairèad has watched the entire display from the surface, still treading water and laughing. She once again swims much closer to Chadley. "Ye go' one!"
Chadley suddenly moves the fish to his mouth, holding it in his teeth by the tail. His good hand that was holding the fish shoots back to his injured shoulder. He frowns, and propells himself eel-like toward the shore. "Less'go."
Chadley is now holding the fish in his hand again.
Mairèad smirks at the fish. "Wanna cook i'? Betcha we could make i' th' holiest cooked fish evarrr, though I don' go' no chips fer i'."
Chadley says: I don't think holy flame cooks very well.
Mairèad says: Ha're we gunna cook th' fish, then?
Chadley says: ... Can you make fires?
Mairèad says: ...sorta.
Mairèad says: Lemme see th' fishie.
Chadley says: ... Maybe if we offer to share with the murloc leader they'll lend us fire.
Chadley narrows his eyes at the murlocs.
Mairèad says: I fink they'll jest hit us wiff their fins.
Chadley says: Probably.
Chadley says: Well, here. Have a fish.
Chadley plops it in her lap.
Mairèad picks the fish up in her uninjured hand. She casts what should be a simple healing spell on the fish, but since she went to the Stehl school of healing, the result is a slightly overcooked fish feast.
Mairèad says: ...thar. Fish.
Chadley prods at a blackened chunk of fish. "It looks... great!"
Mairèad is trying very hard not to laugh at her abysmal attempt at cooking the fish. The result is that her voice comes out squeakily when she agrees, "Yahar...great!"
Chadley rips off a piece. He tilts it to her with a grin, like a cheers. He pops it in his mouth and it crunches loudly. He chews it very slowly. "'S good."
Mairèad also breaks off a piece. It pretty much crumbles to ash in her fingers, but she pokes the ash in her mouth anyway. "...delish-- bahahahaha!"
Mairèad says: This is terr'bull!
Chadley says: Yeah.
Chadley says: It is.
Chadley smiles sadly.
Mairèad is still giggling, shaking her head at the fish. She tries to lift it and put it on the ground, but half of it breaks off and rolls into the pond. "...Light, y'need rill fires t'cook fish. hee. hehehe..."
Chadley says: I told you.
Mairèad manages to stop giggling after a time, though she's still smiling. "...'re ye rill hungry still? I have some snowplums in me pouch thar..." She points to her knapsack, left over with the rest of her armor on Chadley's far side.
Chadley says: You know, I think that'd be great.
Mairèad pushes herself up and walks over to her knapsack, where she pulls out two ripe snowplums. She sits back down and hands one to Chadley before taking a bite of the other. "Didja used ter ea' fish lots when y'lived up North?"
Chadley says: ... You mean in Lordaeron?
Mairèad seems unfazed as it begins to rain on them. "Yahar, when ye were a kid. 'r when ye lived in Southshore, too."
Chadley says: Well. Dad and I would go fishing on Lake Mereldar... but usually we'd just get small stuff and let it go.
Mairèad nods her understanding. "I never caugh' much meself...mos'ly jest took stuff offa th' catches 'a th' day when they came in." She finishes the last of her plum and chucks the pit in the pond.
Chadley hasn't even eaten his plum yet. "Yeah. There just wasn't too much in that lake. We had stuff brought to us, though. I was always fond of breaded rainbow trout."
Mairèad says: We used t'make tha' wiff chips a' th' Bird-in-Hand! I' goes grea' wiff a nice Kul Tirasian ale.
Chadley says: I'll have to have them together sometime.
Chadley smiles.
Mairèad shifts closer and carefully rests her head on Chadley's uninjured shoulder. "Sometimes, I kinna miss i' back thar, back when fin's was simple."
Chadley says: I'll tell you what, I do too. I guess no sense pissin' and moanin' about it, but... As much as I complained about havin' to go to church every day because I was a paladin's boy...
Chadley says: I'd much rather it was all still there.
Mairèad snuggles closer, attempting to be comforting, though still a bit cautious in her movements because bad arms are bad. She also veeeeeery tentatively kisses Chadley on the neck. "I kin't even imagine...i' mus' be horr-bull."
Chadley says: I never saw any of my friends again.
Mairèad doesn't say anything to this, because what can you say, really? She does wrap her arm around his waist, however.
Chadley says: Light, I whine a lot.
Mairèad says: ...sometimes, yahar.
Chadley finally bites into the plum.
Chadley says with his mouth full, "Work on that too."
Chadley says: Me, I mean.
Mairèad grins, though he likely doesn't see it because she's still all latched onto him. "One fin' atta time. Ha's th' plum?"
Chadley looks down at her. The plum dribbles on her cheek. Gross. "'S gud."
Mairèad moves her uninjured hand from around his waist to wipe off the plum and then clutches her tabard to clean off her hand. She then makes a Move by reaching up to kiss him WITH TONGUE for a moment before pulling back and saying, "Yer righ', i's very good."
Chadley seems to be in a state of shock after this kiss. He gives a feeble attempt at reciprocating, but he finds himself stunned. "Hu- wuh. Okay. Um. Wow, you could have asked for a bite, okay."
Mairèad pulls back even further, looking embarrassed. " 'm sorry. I wan'ed t'kiss ye more'n I wan'ed a plum."
Chadley looks embarrassed. "You could have asked and spared yourself the romance novel approach to it."
Mairèad says: ...oh.
Mairèad mumbles something in a low voice that may sound like "kin I kiss ye agin" but then again it might not. She's gone all red to the tips of her ears.
Chadley looks properly steeled for such an action this time around, and turns her head to face his again, and he kisses her. Also with tongue, whoah.
Mairèad looks surprised for half a second, though she eventually closes her eyes and leans against Chadley, careful not to touch his injured arm.
Chadley spares himself the inevitable grief and sort of falls onto his back. As for the kiss... it's not that he's a bad kisser, it's just that he's... new.
Mairèad falls on top of Chadley without really meaning to, but she doesn't seem to mind, only cringing a little as her injured arm is jostled. She pulls herself up against him to make sure she can still reach his face, though it's awkward with just one arm.
Chadley seems to be half enjoying this, but also half terrified. He's mostly not questioning it because hey, they're together, this can't be new.
Mairèad doesn't bother to correct him on that assumption, largely because she doesn't realize that he holds it. She seems half terrified, too, and her hand is shaking as she reaches down to hold him around the waist and pull herself closer.
Chadley looks down at their bodies scrunched close. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Heh."
Mairèad also exhales, shakily. "H-hi," she whispers with a sheepish smile. She doesn't move from on top of him, biting her lower lip.
Chadley kind of squeaks out, "What now."
Mairèad continues to chew on her lower lip, meeting his eyes but almost looking afraid to be doing so. "...we kin do more, if y'wanna," she all-but-whispers, less seductively and more nervously.
Chadley says: I, uh. I think I'd need to read about that, yeah? I mean like, so it goes well and nothing... Uh. And we don't have protection.
Mairèad still doesn't get off of him, still biting her lower lip. "...I did find some books in D-dalaran. An'...we kin, um. Git some pertekshun thar, too. I mean. If ye...if ye do wanna do this." She adds in a much lower voice, barely audible, "...'cause I do."
Chadley takes a fair amount of time finding his words. "I, uh. Sure. I-- If you wanna," he stammers. His awkward boner kind of explains the rest.
Mairèad continues to chew on her lower lip for another long minute before reaching up and giving him a long, slow kiss. The kissing thing, they've totally got it down. It's just the rest they have to figure out. "...t'nigh'? 'r didja wanna...um....wai'?"
Chadley 's current physical state again contradicts him as he manages, "We - we can wait if you want."
Mairèad takes another moment to find the words and shakes her head, still largely breathless. "I...I don' w-wanna wai'...i-if yer okie wiff tha'..."
Chadley says: But I don't wanna if you don't wanna!
Mairèad says: ...I wanna, though. I...I was jest...I wan'ed t'wai', 'til y'loved me, an' I know y'do. An'...an' I l-love you, so...
Mairèad is still rambling and shaky, but underneath that shaky rambling, she sounds very sure of herself.
Chadley shifts his hips a bit, trying to ease his obvious discomfort in the groinal area. "We, can uh. We can just maybe... here? No, bad idea, Dalaran's so far away..."
Mairèad makes a quiet noise at the shifting of his hips because, hey, new sensations in a new place. "We kin...thar's th' inn back in th' town...b-but...I don' mind here neither. Jest s'l-long's i's you."
Chadley very awkwardly rests a hand on her rear. He flatly says, "Either works." He also may be pushing her down lightly. Maybe. Hard to tell.
Mairèad makes another small sound and nods again, swallowing hard. "...may's well stay here," she finally manages, shifting again, her legs falling on either side of him. She might be pressing back against him. A little.
[and then naughty things happened]
Chadley sits down next to Mairead, looking... sour. His arm is in a sling as well.
Chadley says: ... Hi.
Mairèad looks over at Chadley and then looks up at Stehl. She sighs. "If yer gunna figh', le' me know s'I kin leave ye t'be boys'r sumfin'."
Stehl says: Huh?
Stehl says: Oh, he's in no position to fight.
Stehl says: I'm guard-watching.
Chadley just stares dourly at Stehl, and doesn't say anything.
Mairèad says: ...wha' happen't t'yer arm?
Chadley says: Busted it.
Mairèad gives Chadley a weak smile. "Bu' no' on a bomber'nashun, 'm gissin'?"
Chadley says: ... Stehl is kind of like one.
Mairèad says: I giss Mr. Stehl kinna is like a bomber'nashun, sometimes, 'cept he dun' have a gian' hook.
Chadley says: Well. He's about twice my size, and about as dumb as one.
Mairèad gives a strangled laugh, but nods her agreement. "Fair 'nuff. I...I do wish ye hadn' picked a figh' wiff him, though. Bu' I fink I unnerstand why y'did."
Chadley says: ... I was done. He struck first.
Stehl boggles at the situation.
Chadley stares Stehl down.
Mairèad sighs and shakes her head, quietly observing the floating Mr. Stehl...who is now glowing like Winter Veil.
Chadley says: ... I think it might be best to just drop the issue and move on.Chadley looks like he obviously thinks the opposite, but he's trying.
Mairèad says: ...only fin' tha'll rilly change th' way he treatcha is stuff tha' kin't rilly come from bein' beat up 'r anyfin' bu' learnin' yerself. So...yahar, prolly bes' t'drop i' an' avoid him if ye kin.
[Guild] Stehl: Want to see if we can make Chadley scream like a little girl?
[Guild] Lius: Aye
Mairèad says: Bu'...ye kin prolly jest do whatcha wanna do, one way 'r t'other.
[Guild] Stehl: Give me the works.
[Guild] Lius: Incomin'.
Stehl roars with bestial vigor. So fierce!
You stare Stehl down.
Chadley says: What the fuck?!
Mairèad says: ...rilly?
Stehl says: ... Close.
Chadley falls between the bench and the fountain.
Lius roars with bestial vigor. So fierce!
Mairèad looks down at Chadley and then over at Stehl. She gives an irritated sigh, reaching with her uninjured hand to help Chadley back to his feet. "C'mon, we should go fer a walk."
Stehl says: AUGH.
Chadley takes her hand with his own uninjured hand, and stands.
Mairèad says: Le's go.
Mairèad says: ...'m rill sorry 'bout all this.
Chadley says: I...
Chadley grumbles.
Mairèad says: Hmm?
Chadley sits.
Mairèad dangles her feet at the water. Not in the water. At it.
Chadley stares into the water, either entertained or mesmerized by the light on it. "Just... fuck." He looks at her. "I... I'm sorry."
Mairèad chews on her bottom lip as he says this and nods, after a moment's consideration. "I's a'righ'. I know i's been hard fer ye, an' I don' fink I been makin' i' s'much easier's I wanna."
Chadley leans over and... kisses her on the cheek. Major awkward. He winces as he does this, because his dislocated shoulder shifts in a direction it really shouldn't. "It's been easier with you than without."
Mairèad's smile widens when he kisses her on the cheek and she reaches her uninjured hand over to take his. "Has i' rilly? I haven' been puttin' t'much pressure on ye?"
Chadley says: Well. You have. But I'm a pretty miserable asshole, so I think I need it.
Mairèad sighs and bites her lower lip, nodding slowly. " 'm mos'ly jest tryin' ter letcha figger fin's ou' fer yerself an' feel whatcha wanna feel. I don' wanna tell you t'feel sumfin' if ye don' feel i', y'know? Bu'...i' does mean a -lo'- t'me thatcha try."
Chadley says: I'll try harder. I can't make any guarantees. I--
Chadley stares Venuzuela down.
You stare Venuzuela down.
Chadley says: I think she's mad.
Mairèad says: Prolly. Mos' people in this city're mad.
Mairèad says: Tha's wha' me an' Caer talked 'bout th' firs' time we me'.
Chadley says: ... About what? People being mad?
Mairèad says: Mmhm. 'Specially in this city. I fink i's th' bad fin's wha' happens t'people here...they kin only take s'much 'afore they snap.
Chadley says: Are you sure I didn't fall from my mount on purpose?
Mairèad laughs genuinely for the first time that day, shaking her head. "Nah. You were rill d'termined t'tell th' people a' Winnergarde Keep 'bout th' Scarlitts. I fink ye jest weren' payin' attenshun."
Chadley says: ... Probably.
Mairèad says: ...so...didja git any good hits in?
Chadley chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment. "I uh, heh. I got his visor up and punched him in the face."
Mairèad laughs and claps her uninjured hand on her thigh for applause. "I never managed tha'! I only hi' him a few times, uzhully 'cause he lets me so I kin learn sumfin'. Good job!"
Chadley says: I kneed 'im the the balls, too.
Chadley says: I'm a little less proud of that.
Mairèad still laughs. "Tha's still purty impressive."
Chadley says: I guess.
Chadley says: I think he has it out for me, though.
Mairèad sighs and nods. "Part 'a i's 'cause he wan's ya t'be as grown up as ye go' righ' 'afore yer acciden', bu' beatin' people up isn' th' way t'make fin's like tha' happen."
Mairèad says: ...plus he's friends wiff yer dad.
Chadley says: ... This really, really makes me want to meet my dad. He has such fantastic fucking friends.
Mairèad says: Mebbe I could work sumfin' ou'...though y'gotta promise no' ter try an' cleanse him. 'Cause...yahar, tha'd make a lotta people rill mad.
Mairèad makes a :( face.
Chadley says: ... I reckon so.
Mairèad says: So if ye wan'...mebbe I could wri'e ter him 'r you could.
Chadley says: Maybe I should still meet more of your deader friends that I don't have any prior grudges against other than "you're dead and I hate you".
Mairèad says: ...I don' have many more 'asides yer dad an' Mr. Grrrrrhelm an' Mr. Fadric.
Chadley says: Maybe I can... talk to one more. I don't know.Chadley looks increasingly frustrated.
Mairèad says: 'Cause yer righ' 'bout mos' deaders...they go down in th' cryp's an' are rill mean t'people, like this one one time called me a hoor pumpkin an' a cheap'un 'cause I gave a dorf me whole dinner allowance.
Chadley says: They don't do themselves many favors in my eyes.Chadley says: Or the eyes of others.
Mairèad says: ...they rilly don'. I' upse's me t'see, 'cause people a'ready don' like them, an' then they jest make i' worse.
Chadley says: They're like, "raaaaugh, respect me!" but then they raise the dead and desecrate holy ground and I'm like, "why the fuck should I?"
Mairèad nods sadly, picking a pill off of her sling and dropping it into the water, sighing. "I' makes i' worse fer deaders like Mr. Fadric an' Mr. Grrrrrhelm an' yer dad, 'cause they gotta work tha' much harder."
Mairèad says: People jest don' unnerstand tha' respec's gotta be earned.
Chadley says: I still think the problem could just be solved by having them not be there at all.
Chadley looks at her, quickly adding, "But I'll give them the benefit of the doubt?"
Mairèad melts a little bit and squeezes Chadley's uninjured hand with her uninjured hand. "Ye don' hafta if i's no' whatcha feel, Chad. You bein' happy makes me happier'n unhappy."
Chadley says: I'm gonna be unhappy either way. I might as well grow some tolerance.
Mairèad says: ...rilly?
Chadley says: Yeah.
Mairèad leans over, very careful not to jostle either of their arms, and kisses Chadley firmly.
Chadley smiles. "I really meant it. How sorry I am for being a jerk about everything."
Mairèad smiles, too, looking a little amazed. "I know ye did. Tha's one fin' 'boutcha tha' hasn' changed a bi'. An' yer a good person, Chad. Don' evarrr le' people tell ye ovverwise."
Chadley says: I'm not going to get into the habit of believing anything Stehl says.
Chadley says: So.
Mairèad says: So.
Mairèad says: I'd say we should try anuvver advenchur agin, bu' we're kinna pathetic righ' na'.
Mairèad gestures to their matching slings with a wry smile.
Chadley says: We could maybe at least take a walk. Don't need our arms for that.
Mairèad says: A'righ'. Whar y'wanna walk? Any place ye wanna see?
Chadley says: Well, we could just take a stroll outside the city.
Mairèad says: Sure! We could even ride Yvvie if ye fink y'kin drive her wiff yer arm...er, tha' is, if ye wanna.
Chadley says: ... I'd rather not crash her. We may just want to ride our chargers.
Mairèad says: Fair 'nuff.
Mairèad gingerly holds out both hands, summoning her charger, because that's how she...gallops?
Chadley just stands, and it appears by his side in a really boring manner.
Mairèad says: Le's go!
[They travel through Elwynn]
Mairèad says: I nevarrr rilly been this way 'afore.
Chadley says: I've liked exploring this way on dull days.
Mairèad says: Ha' far ye been?
Chadley says: On long days, I've found myself all the way by the Redridge border.
Mairèad nods at the road ahead of them. "I been t'Redridge 'afore t'take care 'a Nicene, bu' I flew, I didn' ride."
Chadley says: Did you watch the ground as you flew?
Mairèad shakes her head, laughing. "Uzhully when I fly, I look up. I like seein' th' sky above me...only way i' could be clearer is ou' a' sea."
Chadley says: I never pay attention to the sea, myself.
Chadley says: It all looks the same, out there on the water.
Mairèad says: Yahar, i's true. Th' only way t'sail is t'sail by th' stars.
Chadley says: The ocean at night terrifies me.
Mairèad says: Rilly? Ha' come?
Chadley says: It's just endless black.
Chadley says: It sounds juvenile, but the unknown terrifies me.
Mairèad shakes her head. "Mos' people're afeared 'a th' unknown. I fink I'd be more afeared if i' weren' fer me faith."
Chadley laughs. "Well, I don't fear the end. It's the pain that comes with getting there."
Mairèad grins, swinging her legs back and forth slightly. "Well, s'long's we're a team, we won' hafta worry 'bout tha' fer a while, righ'?"
Chadley grins as well. "Damned straight."
Chadley says: Look! We're near Redridge.
Mairèad says: We are! I wish I'd go' more 'a chance t'explore here when Nicene was here, bu' she needed constan' care.
Chadley says: What had happened?
Mairèad sighs. "R'member th' picnic I toldja 'bout? Th' one whar Patrick attacked Mr. Fadric?"
Chadley says: ... Right.
Mairèad says: Nicene was rilly badly distraugh' 'bout i', 'cause she didn' wanna see th' bad in Patrick an' 'cause Niami cursed her a li'l bi' an knocked her on th' head.
Chadley says: A curse? Is Niami a warlock?
Mairèad says: ...evenshully, she ran 'way an' wen' up t'Lordaeron an' locked herself in a cage wiff Patrick. An' no, she ent. Jest mean sometimes.
Chadley says: Can I ask you a really weird question?
Mairèad says: Sure.
Chadley says: Would you lock yourself in a cage with me?
Mairèad pauses, actually having to consider this for a moment. She finally says, very slowly, "If i' was 'cause 'a sumfin' like wha' Patrick did an' we were like Patrick an' Nicene? No. If tha' was th' case, I'd only be makin' you worse."
Chadley says: Oh, good.
Mairèad says: Rilly?
Chadley says: I was just making sure you weren't as stupid as your friend.
You laugh.
Mairèad says: She's...kinna gaga over Patrick. I' makes her no' fink sometimes.
Chadley says: I'll tell you what, any man that can make a girl that gaga could only be gay.
Mairèad says: Rilly? Y'mean like elfies?
Chadley says: Yes. Like elves.
Mairèad says: S'ye fink Patrick likes -buggery-?
Chadley lifts his hands defensively. "Whoah, hey. I said nothing but a simple observation based on experience."
Mairèad says: ...wai', wha' sorta experience?
Mairèad raises an eyebrow at Chadley, curious and a little concerned.
Chadley says: ...
Chadley says: I'm not gay.
Mairèad gets a tiny, teasing smile on her face. "Well, I dunno, yer rilly a lo' nicer'n mos' boys are t'me..."
Mairèad says: An' tha' kinna makes me gaga sometimes.
Chadley says: Well. They're shitty boys, then.
[They find a waterfall]
Mairèad says: Look!
Chadley says: ... Would you look at that.Chadley looks at Murloc Tidecaller.
Mairèad dismounts and takes a seat on the bank of the pond, smiling up at the waterfall. "Didja know this was here?"
Chadley says: Not a clue.
You grin wickedly at Chadley.
Chadley stares Murloc Tidecaller down.
Chadley says: They seem... nice enough?
Mairèad says: Mebbe if we leave them alone, they'll leave us alone.
Mairèad says: Anyway, I don' rilly fink yer gay. I was jest teasin'.
Chadley says: Well. If I -were- gay, I think you'd have some explaining to do.
Chadley eyes you up and down.
Mairèad says: Ha' d'ye mean?
Chadley looks at her scrutinizingly. "I'm just saying that I don't remember how we met or anything, and I'm trusting you on everything."
Chadley smirks slyly at you.
Mairèad grins mischievously, looking back out over the pond and patting Chadley's knee with her uninjured hand. "Well, I don' have much t'gain from lyin' t'ye, rilly. 'sides, 'm a palerdin. We ent 'asposed ter lie."
Chadley says: That's true.
Chadley says: Hey.
Chadley says: I have an idea. Stay here!
[Chadley climbs to the top of the waterfall]
Mairèad yells: What're ye doin' up thar?!
Chadley yells: You can see me, then?
Chadley is waving his uninjured hand wildly.
Mairèad yells: Yahar!
Chadley yells: Think I can jump?
Mairèad yells: ...jest be careful 'a yer arm!
Chadley yells: I think a belly-flop would be fatal!
Mairèad yells: I fink yer righ'! Try fer a cannonball instead!
Chadley yells: I'm in full plate! I'd sink!
Mairèad yells: Mebbe ye should take o--
Mairèad says: ...
Mairèad yells: Nevarmind!
Chadley yells: What was that? I didn't catch it! Lot 'a wind up here!
Chadley yells: Did you tell me to take off my pants?
Mairèad yells: ...mebbe!
Chadley yells: That's honestly a good idea. I'd sink like a rock otherwise.
Mairèad yells: Yahar, tha's why I though' 'a i'! An' mebbe yer chestpiece, too!
Chadley yells: You should watch what you yell. Someone might overhear and take it the wrong way.
Mairèad yells: Oops! Sorry, other people!
Chadley yells: I'm jumping now!
Mairèad yells: I'll meetcha thar!
[Chadley jumps. They meet in the middle of the pond.]
Mairèad is wearing nothing but her tabard and underclothes, and her sling tied very tightly to keep her arm immobilized. She's still a surprisingly good swimmer, despite all of this. "Was i' fun?"
Chadley surfaces, his hair in his face. He cheers as he comes up, laughing loudly. "Shit, you gotta do that! You gotta do that!"
Mairèad giggles, shaking the hair out of her own face and sending water droplets flying everywhere. "Ye bubbled on th' way down," she observes, swimming closer, very close to his face.
Chadley says: It was... so I could keep my eyes open when I sank. To see all the fish.
Mairèad simply smiles at Chadley, a bit breathless from treading water with only one hand. "Didja see a lotta fishies?"
Chadley says: Fuck yeah! Big blue ones with yellow dots!
Mairèad says: I wunner whut they taste like?
Chadley says: I can shock one out!
Mairèad says: Careful ye don' shock us while yer addit!
Chadley dives under again. His good arm seems to be doing an amazing job of keeping him alive.
Chadley looks around. He spots one of the blue fish! He sinks a bit as he shoots his hand out and sends a holy pew pew pally lazer beam at the fish. It goes belly-up. He swims after it, grabs it, and swims back to the surface.
Mairèad has watched the entire display from the surface, still treading water and laughing. She once again swims much closer to Chadley. "Ye go' one!"
Chadley suddenly moves the fish to his mouth, holding it in his teeth by the tail. His good hand that was holding the fish shoots back to his injured shoulder. He frowns, and propells himself eel-like toward the shore. "Less'go."
Chadley is now holding the fish in his hand again.
Mairèad smirks at the fish. "Wanna cook i'? Betcha we could make i' th' holiest cooked fish evarrr, though I don' go' no chips fer i'."
Chadley says: I don't think holy flame cooks very well.
Mairèad says: Ha're we gunna cook th' fish, then?
Chadley says: ... Can you make fires?
Mairèad says: ...sorta.
Mairèad says: Lemme see th' fishie.
Chadley says: ... Maybe if we offer to share with the murloc leader they'll lend us fire.
Chadley narrows his eyes at the murlocs.
Mairèad says: I fink they'll jest hit us wiff their fins.
Chadley says: Probably.
Chadley says: Well, here. Have a fish.
Chadley plops it in her lap.
Mairèad picks the fish up in her uninjured hand. She casts what should be a simple healing spell on the fish, but since she went to the Stehl school of healing, the result is a slightly overcooked fish feast.
Mairèad says: ...thar. Fish.
Chadley prods at a blackened chunk of fish. "It looks... great!"
Mairèad is trying very hard not to laugh at her abysmal attempt at cooking the fish. The result is that her voice comes out squeakily when she agrees, "Yahar...great!"
Chadley rips off a piece. He tilts it to her with a grin, like a cheers. He pops it in his mouth and it crunches loudly. He chews it very slowly. "'S good."
Mairèad also breaks off a piece. It pretty much crumbles to ash in her fingers, but she pokes the ash in her mouth anyway. "...delish-- bahahahaha!"
Mairèad says: This is terr'bull!
Chadley says: Yeah.
Chadley says: It is.
Chadley smiles sadly.
Mairèad is still giggling, shaking her head at the fish. She tries to lift it and put it on the ground, but half of it breaks off and rolls into the pond. "...Light, y'need rill fires t'cook fish. hee. hehehe..."
Chadley says: I told you.
Mairèad manages to stop giggling after a time, though she's still smiling. "...'re ye rill hungry still? I have some snowplums in me pouch thar..." She points to her knapsack, left over with the rest of her armor on Chadley's far side.
Chadley says: You know, I think that'd be great.
Mairèad pushes herself up and walks over to her knapsack, where she pulls out two ripe snowplums. She sits back down and hands one to Chadley before taking a bite of the other. "Didja used ter ea' fish lots when y'lived up North?"
Chadley says: ... You mean in Lordaeron?
Mairèad seems unfazed as it begins to rain on them. "Yahar, when ye were a kid. 'r when ye lived in Southshore, too."
Chadley says: Well. Dad and I would go fishing on Lake Mereldar... but usually we'd just get small stuff and let it go.
Mairèad nods her understanding. "I never caugh' much meself...mos'ly jest took stuff offa th' catches 'a th' day when they came in." She finishes the last of her plum and chucks the pit in the pond.
Chadley hasn't even eaten his plum yet. "Yeah. There just wasn't too much in that lake. We had stuff brought to us, though. I was always fond of breaded rainbow trout."
Mairèad says: We used t'make tha' wiff chips a' th' Bird-in-Hand! I' goes grea' wiff a nice Kul Tirasian ale.
Chadley says: I'll have to have them together sometime.
Chadley smiles.
Mairèad shifts closer and carefully rests her head on Chadley's uninjured shoulder. "Sometimes, I kinna miss i' back thar, back when fin's was simple."
Chadley says: I'll tell you what, I do too. I guess no sense pissin' and moanin' about it, but... As much as I complained about havin' to go to church every day because I was a paladin's boy...
Chadley says: I'd much rather it was all still there.
Mairèad snuggles closer, attempting to be comforting, though still a bit cautious in her movements because bad arms are bad. She also veeeeeery tentatively kisses Chadley on the neck. "I kin't even imagine...i' mus' be horr-bull."
Chadley says: I never saw any of my friends again.
Mairèad doesn't say anything to this, because what can you say, really? She does wrap her arm around his waist, however.
Chadley says: Light, I whine a lot.
Mairèad says: ...sometimes, yahar.
Chadley finally bites into the plum.
Chadley says with his mouth full, "Work on that too."
Chadley says: Me, I mean.
Mairèad grins, though he likely doesn't see it because she's still all latched onto him. "One fin' atta time. Ha's th' plum?"
Chadley looks down at her. The plum dribbles on her cheek. Gross. "'S gud."
Mairèad moves her uninjured hand from around his waist to wipe off the plum and then clutches her tabard to clean off her hand. She then makes a Move by reaching up to kiss him WITH TONGUE for a moment before pulling back and saying, "Yer righ', i's very good."
Chadley seems to be in a state of shock after this kiss. He gives a feeble attempt at reciprocating, but he finds himself stunned. "Hu- wuh. Okay. Um. Wow, you could have asked for a bite, okay."
Mairèad pulls back even further, looking embarrassed. " 'm sorry. I wan'ed t'kiss ye more'n I wan'ed a plum."
Chadley looks embarrassed. "You could have asked and spared yourself the romance novel approach to it."
Mairèad says: ...oh.
Mairèad mumbles something in a low voice that may sound like "kin I kiss ye agin" but then again it might not. She's gone all red to the tips of her ears.
Chadley looks properly steeled for such an action this time around, and turns her head to face his again, and he kisses her. Also with tongue, whoah.
Mairèad looks surprised for half a second, though she eventually closes her eyes and leans against Chadley, careful not to touch his injured arm.
Chadley spares himself the inevitable grief and sort of falls onto his back. As for the kiss... it's not that he's a bad kisser, it's just that he's... new.
Mairèad falls on top of Chadley without really meaning to, but she doesn't seem to mind, only cringing a little as her injured arm is jostled. She pulls herself up against him to make sure she can still reach his face, though it's awkward with just one arm.
Chadley seems to be half enjoying this, but also half terrified. He's mostly not questioning it because hey, they're together, this can't be new.
Mairèad doesn't bother to correct him on that assumption, largely because she doesn't realize that he holds it. She seems half terrified, too, and her hand is shaking as she reaches down to hold him around the waist and pull herself closer.
Chadley looks down at their bodies scrunched close. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Heh."
Mairèad also exhales, shakily. "H-hi," she whispers with a sheepish smile. She doesn't move from on top of him, biting her lower lip.
Chadley kind of squeaks out, "What now."
Mairèad continues to chew on her lower lip, meeting his eyes but almost looking afraid to be doing so. "...we kin do more, if y'wanna," she all-but-whispers, less seductively and more nervously.
Chadley says: I, uh. I think I'd need to read about that, yeah? I mean like, so it goes well and nothing... Uh. And we don't have protection.
Mairèad still doesn't get off of him, still biting her lower lip. "...I did find some books in D-dalaran. An'...we kin, um. Git some pertekshun thar, too. I mean. If ye...if ye do wanna do this." She adds in a much lower voice, barely audible, "...'cause I do."
Chadley takes a fair amount of time finding his words. "I, uh. Sure. I-- If you wanna," he stammers. His awkward boner kind of explains the rest.
Mairèad continues to chew on her lower lip for another long minute before reaching up and giving him a long, slow kiss. The kissing thing, they've totally got it down. It's just the rest they have to figure out. "...t'nigh'? 'r didja wanna...um....wai'?"
Chadley 's current physical state again contradicts him as he manages, "We - we can wait if you want."
Mairèad takes another moment to find the words and shakes her head, still largely breathless. "I...I don' w-wanna wai'...i-if yer okie wiff tha'..."
Chadley says: But I don't wanna if you don't wanna!
Mairèad says: ...I wanna, though. I...I was jest...I wan'ed t'wai', 'til y'loved me, an' I know y'do. An'...an' I l-love you, so...
Mairèad is still rambling and shaky, but underneath that shaky rambling, she sounds very sure of herself.
Chadley shifts his hips a bit, trying to ease his obvious discomfort in the groinal area. "We, can uh. We can just maybe... here? No, bad idea, Dalaran's so far away..."
Mairèad makes a quiet noise at the shifting of his hips because, hey, new sensations in a new place. "We kin...thar's th' inn back in th' town...b-but...I don' mind here neither. Jest s'l-long's i's you."
Chadley very awkwardly rests a hand on her rear. He flatly says, "Either works." He also may be pushing her down lightly. Maybe. Hard to tell.
Mairèad makes another small sound and nods again, swallowing hard. "...may's well stay here," she finally manages, shifting again, her legs falling on either side of him. She might be pressing back against him. A little.
[and then naughty things happened]
Mairèad, Chadley, Nialos, Stehl, Teach & Patrick: September 11
Mairèad says: S'Chad.
Chadley says: Mm.
Mairèad says: I was finkin' 'bout some fin's an' I fink I need ter 'polergize t'ye.
Chadley says: 'Bout what.
Mairèad says: I been tryin' t'make ye inner somefin' yer no'. I been tryin' t'force ye t'look a' fin's th' way 'm used ter ye seein' fin's, no' ha' ye akshully see 'em.Mairèad says: An' tha's wrong 'a me.
Chadley says: ... It must be frustrating.
Mairèad says: Frustratin'?
Chadley says: Me not bein'... me.
Mairèad shrugs her uninjured shoulder and nods. "I' kin be. Bu'...well, if I love you, which I do, I should letcha be yerself, 'cause yer still you. I know tha' na'. An' I been a rill spoilspor' la'ely, ent I?"
Chadley says: Well. You've known two versions of me. It's only natural you'd want to bring back the one that was less of an asshole.
Mairèad frowns, then nods, conceding. "Ye have been kinna more assholish since th' accident. Bu'...tha's ha' ye were when I metcha, too. No' t'me, mind, bu' t'everyone else."
Chadley says: Well, seems I've been an asshole to you, too.
Mairèad doesn't say anything to confirm or deny this, just plucking a few pills of fabric off of her sling.
Mairèad says: ...I know i's hard fer ye, too. I's no' like 'm th' one who dun' r'member th' pas' eigh' monffs 'a me life, y'know?
Chadley says: Well. I still feel like a dick. Maybe I can... do something fun, or something. Or meet one of your deader friends and not.... be....
Mairèad reaches over with her uninjured hand, turning to face Chadley and squeezing his arm as she does. "Ye don' hafta do anyfin' ye don' wanna do, Chad. I wantcha t'know tha'."
Chadley says: ... Well. I want to.
Chadley smiles at you.
Mairèad raises her eyebrows skeptically. "Ye do?"
Chadley says: I try not to make a liar of myself.
Chadley says: Thought I've told you this.
Mairèad says: I fink ye have, bu' r'mind me agin.
Chadley says: ... I'm not a liar.
Mairèad says: Oh okie.
Mairèad says: If ye wanna mee' one 'a me deader friends, thar's one righ' thar.
You point at Nialos.
Chadley blinks at Nialos.
Chadley says: ... He's on a lamp.
Mairèad says: He's lampin'.
Nialos blinks and looks around. "Oh, me. Yeah."
Chadley peers at Nialos searchingly.
Mairèad says: Chad, tha's Mr. Grrrrrhelm. He delivers th' mail. Mr. Grrrrrhelm, this is Chad. He dun' r'member ye.
Chadley stares for a moment longer. He bites his lip.
Nialos says: Heard that, yeah.
Chadley , after a long, long moment, quietly says, "Hi."
Mairèad looks very proud of Chadley and squeezes his arm again.
Nialos says: Hey there, lad.
Mairèad says: One time, Mr. Grrrrrhelm wen' away an' th' mail didn' git through near's good.
Chadley says: They let deaders handle the mail?
Chadley looks sulky.
Nialos says: Well, I don't sleep, demand pay and I wash my hands.
Mairèad chews on her bottom lip and nods. " 'Paren'lee they do."
Nialos says: Perfect worker, really.
Chadley says: ... Why do you wash your hands if'n you don't sweat.
Chadley seems to be trying very hard.
Nialos says: Regulation. I may not sweat, but you've still gotta follow the rules.
Nialos says: People ship all kinds of sensitive material. Gotta make sure none of it is contaminated. So I'll also wear gloves when it requires as such.
Mairèad says: Mr. Grrrrrhelm rilly is th' bes' a' th' mail. Mr. Stehl likes him lots.
Mairèad has firmly established criteria for whether or not someone should be liked.
Chadley stares balefully up at Nialos.
Mairèad leans over and whispers to Chadley, "Yer doin' rill good, 'm rill proud 'a ye."
Chadley glowers.
Chadley says: So, uh.
Chadley coughs.
You look at Chadley.
Chadley says: What did you do before you died.
Nialos says: Military.
Chadley says: I see.
Chadley says: Is it, um. Fun.
Chadley says: Being dead, I mean.
Nialos says: It has its advantages, just like anything else.
Nialos says: But no. Not really.
You gasp at Stehl.
Mairèad says: Mr. Stehl!!!
Stehl says: ...
Nialos says: I don't enjoy the lack of feeling.
Mairèad says: 'm takin' yer advice!
Mairèad does not specify which advice she means.
Stehl says: ... Which advice?
Mairèad says: 'bout people bein' happy!
Stehl says: ... I don't remember what advice I gave.
Chadley glowers some more.
Okatorin says: Humans!
Stehl says: Draenei!
Mairèad says: Dranee!
Chadley says: Welcome to fucking Stormwind.
You gently pat Chadley.
Okatorin says: Any human know human language teacher?
Stehl says: Hit him, will you?
Stehl says: ... What, common?
Okatorin says: Me wake from long sleep.
Chadley says: My father's fantastic; you should talk to him.
Stehl says: Any teacher here could teach you that. Perhaps one of the draenei here could even teach you.
You blink at Chadley.
Stehl says: Not literally here. Here in the city.
Okatorin points at Chadley.
Stehl says: ... Not him.
Okatorin says: Where father?
Chadley says: Dunno.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Okatorin says: Human.
Mairèad says: ...dranee're weird.
Stehl says: What crawled up your ass and died?
Mairèad says: Chad's jest had a long day.
Chadley says: I'm trying to be friendly, damnit.
Stehl says: I can see that.
You blink at Teach.
Teach says: Stehl.
Stehl says: Well, now I can't, Teach is in the way.
Stehl says: What.
Teach says: Ahoy.
Stehl says: Yo ho.
Chadley says: ... Hello, Teach.
Stehl says: ... Those are some... ugly colors you're sporting on that tabard.
Mairèad sits on her uninjured hand, pressing her lips together and closing her eyes, as if repeating a mantra.
Teach says: Mairead!
Stehl squats down a little, staring at Teach's chest. "... Yeah. You spill mustard or something?"
Mairèad opens one eye and smiles at Teach, a bit reservedly. "Hullo, Dad. 'm sorreh fer no' bein' in yer mill'tree uni' anymore."
Teach says: Oh's'all'roight. Wass'rong?
Mairèad says: ...yer no' mad a' me?
Mairèad unsits on her uninjured hand.
Teach raises an eyebrow. "I'ain'a stickerler fer milertary service. Privateers always make more anehway, yesee."
Mairèad says: Oh! I fough' ye were mad a' me, 'cause...
Mairèad gives up and jumps up to give Teach a huge hug...or as huge of a hug as one can give with only one good arm. "Dad!"
Chadley stands. He shuffles past the two men, and approaches Nialos. He stares up, still balefully.
Nialos blinks at Chadley.
Chadley stares Nialos down.
Nialos smiles at Chadley.
Teach wraps his arms around Mairead, noticing the arm. "MAIREAD, WHA"APPENED?"
Stehl says: ...
Okatorin looks at Teach.
Okatorin says: You human's daughter, yes?
Mairèad says: A bomber'nashun disloca'ed me arm.
Stehl says: I'm going to go across the street. Where I'll probably still hear you.
Okatorin says: Me need human language teacher.
Chadley says: I, uh.
Nialos says: Hm?
Stehl tries to cuff Chadley upside the head, "Knock that off before it freezes."
Okatorin tries to get Teach's attention.Okatorin says: Human!
Teach says: Oh'boi tha loi- WHAT?!
Okatorin says: You this human's father, yes?
Chadley holds out a hand, upward. He's then knocked on the head, and scowls in Stehl's direction. "Fuck off."
Chadley looks back up at Nialos.
Chadley says: Was... good talkin'.
Teach says: Yahar - kin'che'see'I'be buseh?!
Okatorin says: Me need human language teacher.
Stehl says: Boy, you have an attitude problem. Again. Get rid of it. Again.
Okatorin motions for Mairead to tell him to explain.
Mairèad says: Mebbe ye could aks in th' Cathedral. An' Mr. Stehl, Chad's jest fine, please stop yellin' a' him.
Teach says: Troi tha Chapel!
Nialos says: Ah, just let him say his piece, Stehl.
Stehl says: I am.
Stehl says: Just informing him of his lack of progress.
Mairèad says: Yer a lack 'a progress.
Chadley scowls deeply. He's still holding his hand out. "I said my piece."
Stehl says: No, your manchild is.
Mairèad cringes when Mr. Stehl looks at her. "Sorry."
Okatorin says: I will wait for humans to finish.
Okatorin nods.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Nialos slides off to the side, a dull cracking noise coming from his legs. He mangages to take Chadley's hand, however.
Teach says: Yer'dun gettin'it treated?
Okatorin looks at Teach.
Mairèad says: Yahar. I gotta keep i' immobyoolized 'til Mondee, though.
Chadley cringes at the sound, and even more from the handshake. He manages a smile. Through lemons.
Nialos says: Stehl's right, you've still got a lot of progress ahead of you.
Nialos gives the hand a shake. "But you're getting -somewhere-."
Teach says: Aye.
Okatorin says: You done?
You look at Okatorin.
Mairèad says: Yer a awful demandin' dranee, entcha?
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Chadley still forces that smile. "Makes me happy to hear."
Okatorin says: Continue, and fast.
Nialos says: Nah, doubt it. But at least you're humoring an old man.
You stare Okatorin down.
Mairèad says: ...Imma go ovarrrr thar 'til th' dranee finishes talkin' ter ye, Dad.
Okatorin looks at Teach.
Mairèad says: Tha' dranee's rill demandin'.
Okatorin says: Human, you give human language lessons, yes?
Teach says: Aye.
Okatorin says: I offer copper.
Okatorin says: All I can afford.
Okatorin says: I rich in Draenie world, but not in human.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Okatorin says: So I poor.
Okatorin says: I can not afford much.
Nialos glances over to Mairead. "Your boy made some progress!"
Teach says: I'ain'qualerfoid ter teach'ye common.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Chadley 's hand is still in Nialos', for he has yet to be let go. His arm sags, and he looks defeated.
Stehl says: Squeezing lies out of that smile doesn't count as progress.
Okatorin says: Please?
Mairèad says: He's tryin' Mr. Stehl.
Mairèad says: I's rill hard fer him, okie?
Stehl says: Seriously, you look insane now. Smile like a regular person and not a maniac.
Nialos maintains the grip for some reason.
Okatorin says some cursus in his own language.
Chadley says: I thought I told you to fuck off.
Mairèad says: An' yer makin' i' worse, Mr. Stehl. I don' fink Chad needs tough love righ' na'.
Stehl says: No.
Teach says: Miss'er'blue boy, ye'see, I'dun'talk norrmal boi citeh standarrds.
Stehl says: You're right.
Stehl says: Let's coddle him.
Teach says: Troi mister Stehl ovar thar.
Chadley says: I'M RIGHT HERE, GUYS.
Nialos says: Doubt they care.
Stehl pats Chadley's head, "Swearing at people and rampant sarcasm is pretty cool."
Stehl ruffles his hair a little, too.
Mairèad sighs heavily and turns back to Nialos. "Mr. Grrrrrhelm, kin ye let go 'a Chad's hand? We're gunna go."
Chadley 's hand squeezes Nialos' in frustration.
Stehl says: You can keep coddling him. Enjoy as he develops slower than bunch of lichen on a rock.
Chadley immediately tries to relinquish the hand.
Nialos pulls his hand back, allowing Chadley's to slip free.
Nialos says: Hm. I'll have to remember that.
Teach says: Ahoy.
Nialos says: Yo ho.
Stehl says: Yarr.
Stehl says: ... It's like some freakish ponytail club.
Mairèad smiles broadly at Mr. Grrrrrhelm and even moreso at her father before turning to Chad. "I was wunnerin' if ye wan'ed ter come on a rapter chase wiff me. Me dad kin come, too, if he wan's to."
Teach says: Oho?
Stehl says: Raptors are key to making men stop acting like boys.
Stehl says: I guess.
Mairèad says: Yahar.
Nialos cranes his head. "Raptor chase, eh? Hm..."
Stehl says: Raptors are silly.
Chadley says: I own one.
Mairèad says: ...so does tha' sound fun t'you, Chad? Dad?
Stehl says: ... And?
Stehl says: Your point being?
Teach says: Oh aye, troll killin' eh?
Chadley very, very, very slowly backs away. "Sounds like fun."
Nialos says: Well, I have a trip to prepare for, so... I wish you all luck in your hunt!
Mairèad says: Mebbe. More rapter chasin'. Fanks, Mr. Grrrrrhelm, fer ever'fin'!
Stehl says: Another one?
Nialos says: Well, the other one was cut short.
Stehl says: Ah.
Nialos says: I'd like to have a proper trip.
Mairèad waves her uninjured hand at Mr. Grrrrrhelm before turning to Teach. "D'ye wanna come, too, Dad?"
Stehl says: I suspect your mailbox will have a nice tan.
Nialos says: ... Yeah. Yeah it probably will.
Chadley says: I fucking love field trips.
Teach says: Aye!
Nialos says: He really does swear a lot, doesn't he?
Stehl says: No. He's trying to be civil with you and it isn't working. I think.
Mairèad turns back to Chadley with a slight frown, more of confusion than disappointment. "Don' ye like rapters?"
Stehl says: Or it's me belittling his efforts.
Chadley says: Give me credit.
Stehl says: No.
Stehl says: You're being a little bitch. No credit for you.
Chadley says: Well what the hell do you want me to do.
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Stehl says: Fall off of Icecrown again. Or whatever it was.
Chadley says: ...
Stehl says: Maybe there's a decent person that can get jumbled up to the surface of that great void you call a skull.
Mairèad says: ...either way. 'm goin' jungleward an' Chad, ye kin come wiff me if ye wanna.
You glare angrily at Stehl.
Mairèad says: STOP talkin' about Chad tha' way.
Stehl says: No. I don't think I will.
Mairèad says: An' if yer gunna talk about Chad tha' way, do i' whar I kin't hear ye. Yer nuffin' bu' a big bully.
Stehl says: When he starts acting like somebody I can be civil with? Then I will.
Mairèad says: He was bein' jest fine wiff civil'tee 'til YOU came 'long.
Chadley turns to Stehl, and puches him on the chest like a really threatening bro. "Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?"
Teach pats Mairead on the head, "Goo'girl."
Mairèad says: Mr. Grrrrrhelm kin tell ye. Righ', Mr. Grrrrrhelm?
Nialos shambles over to the lamp with his broken legs. "Tell him what?"
Stehl grabs Chadley's wrist and twists, "Another paladin expecting better of some little whelp."
Mairèad says: Tha' Chad was bein rill-- STOP IT!
Nialos says: He was trying. But I don't think it was for the reasons you think, dear.
Mairèad fumbles for her sword with her good arm and tries to flail it at Mr. Stehl.
Chadley tenses, and tries to wrench his hands free. He probably gets all up in Stehl's grill. He doesn't say anything, though.
Stehl twists Chadley's arm further, trying to maneuver him in the way of Mairead's... flailing. "Yeah, because I'm the aggressor here. That's me. Beating up poor Chadley."
Mairèad says: Ye are! Le' him go!
Nialos says: Verbally assaulting him, yes. Chadley initiated this little show, however.
Stehl says: He punched me. I'm showing him that wasn't a good idea.
Teach says: Ah'come now matey, le'im'go. 'e's'importan'te'er.
Chadley 's eyes go wide, and he ducks his head out of the way. He grits his teeth in pain as his arm is twisted further. "F-- fu- Let me go!"
Mairèad 's sword flail swipes downward towards Chadley's shoulder, though as soon as she realizes that she can't hit Mr. Stehl without hitting Chadley, she stops.
Mairèad says: You provoked him to i' by bein' a jerk!
Stehl says: If it took words to do this much, imagine if I really wanted to get him mad.
Nialos says: Words are simply words. He could have chosen to ignore them.
Mairèad says: He was bein' comple'ely civil 'til ye came along an' decided to star' tellin' him tha' he's n'good.
Stehl says: I came along and heard him complaining. It degenerated from there.
Mairèad says: Tha' still doesn' mean ye kin go 'round sayin' horrible fin's 'bout people.
Mairèad says: Mebbe he shouldna taken th' words t'heart, bu' ye shouldna said 'em in th' firs' place.
Chadley flails stupidly trying to escape, not contributing to the conversation.
Nialos says: I think that's one of Stehl's angles.
Stehl places his free hand on Chadley's head and starts ruffling his hair, "Yeah. Other is that the truth hurts."
Mairèad says: LET HIM GO!
Mairèad is actually tearing up now, really not able to do anything.
Stehl leans down slightly, staring at Chadley, "Have fun on your fucking field trip, dude. And all you need to know is that I'm your better in many, many ways." With that, he lets go.
You glare angrily at Stehl.
Stehl says: ... Draw that blade on me again without a damn good reason, and I break it. Miss.
Chadley staggers backward, clutching his wrist. "I never said that I doubted that. But a greater man would hold his tongue."
Mairèad says: Ye attacked summone. Tha's a good reason fer you, an' i's a good reason fer me.
Stehl says: Look who's talking, tiger.
Mairèad says: Tha' wasn' self defence, neither, s'don' try tha' on me.
Stehl says: He punched me in the chest. You want him doing that to somebody unarmored?
Mairèad says: He wouldn'.
Chadley says: I somewhat pushed you!
Nialos says: Are you sure?
Stehl says: If he got mad enough? Bet he would.
Mairèad says: No, he wouldn'.
Teach says: Oh'come now Stehl'ye'done'ad'yer fun.
Mairèad says: I know him be'er than you.
Stehl says: Not at this point, you don't.
Stehl says: I've seen this nonsense before. And helped him out of it in my own way.
Mairèad says: Yes. I do. Have ye been in Icecrown wiff him? Have ye been livin' wiff him? Have ye been takin' care 'a him all this time?
Stehl facepalms. "Okay. Blinded by love, then. You've got some growing up to do as well. Enjoy your raptor punching."
Nialos says: Ah, youth.
Nialos says: The past repeats itself, lass. You should learn that.
Stehl says: I can't wait until he proves you wrong, though.
You glare angrily at Stehl.
Mairèad says: Ye dunno whatcher talkin' 'bout.
Stehl says: Yes. I do.
Mairèad says: No. Ye don'.
Chadley says: Just what the hell -do- you want with me? Want me to go over there and kiss the old deader on the cheek?!
Mairèad says: Chad.
Stehl says: No.
Mairèad says: I' ent worff i'. Mr. Stehl's jest a bully an' won' see reason.
Nialos says: I'd prefer if you didn't, but go for it.Nialos says: I seem to be good at being used for stuff.
Stehl says: ... Pot calling the kettle blacker than the depths of a coal mine.
Mairèad says: HE WAS FINE UNTIL YE CAME ALONG.
Stehl says: Clearly, I must have broken him!
Mairèad says: He was tryin'! An' then ye told him i' wasn' good 'nuff!
Stehl thumbs up Mairead.
Chadley looks very ready to punch Stehl.
Teach covers his face with his palm.
Nialos says: Lass. Back down from this.
Mairèad puts her uninjured hand on Chadley's shoulder. "C'mon. Le's go."
Nialos says: Some fights are not your own. Even if you wish it so.
Chadley says: ... Fine.
Stehl says: Have fun, brochadcho. Fucking love field trips.
Stehl fingerguns.
Chadley snubs Stehl.
Mairèad says: 'm sorreh tha' happen't. Ye were doin' rill good.
Chadley says: Where are we going.
Mairèad says: ...we were goin' t'th' jungle. Strangleforn. Bu' if ye don' wanna, we don' hafta.
Chadley says: I like jungles.
Mairèad says: Okie.
Mairèad says: Then we'll fly t'Booty Bay.
[Upon reaching the Rebel Camp...]
Chadley blows a whistle and yells, "I know you followed!" And, sure enough, his raptor runs to him from the brush.
Chadley says: I told you I had one.
You grin wickedly at Chadley.
Mairèad says: We named him, y'know.
Chadley says: Did we? I never was much good at naming things.
Chadley says: You must've come up with the name.
Chadley smiles.
Mairèad chuckles. "I fink we came up wiff i' t'gether. You were th' one t'decide on' i', though. Ye called him 'Trollbane.'" She's smiling brightly at the irony.
Chadley says: ... That's a terrible name for a raptor.
Chadley says: I like it.
You laugh at Chadley.
Mairèad says: 'm glad ye like i'.
Mairèad says: Ready t'go? I fink me dad's meetin' us a' some troll ruins wiff rapters in 'em.
Chadley pats his newly-named raptor on the neck. "Y'ready? C'mon, let's go kill hundreds of your kin."
You giggle at Chadley.
Mairèad says: He kin figh' 'em, too! Ye had him figh' 'em when we were in Dustwallow, after we found th' dargons.
Chadley says: We saw darg-- dragons!?
Mairèad says: Yahar!
Mairèad says: I' was a rill good day.
Chadley says: I need to hit my head a few times and scramble that memory back in there.
Mairèad smiles sadly and shakes her head. "Nah. We'll jest make some new mem'ries. Though...tha' day was th' firs' time ye kissed me."
Mairèad says: ...'cause I toldja to.
Mairèad says: ...yahar, i's okie if ye nevarrr r'member. I jest wantcha t'be happy, y'know?
Chadley says: ... Hey.
Mairèad says: Hmm?
Chadley says: Was that dickhead paladin' telling the truth?
Mairèad says: ...'bout what?
Mairèad says: 'cause he said a lotta stuff.
Chadley says: 'Bout me not bein' sincere.
Chadley says: Also 'bout me bein' a whelp.
Mairèad says: ...well, I dunno, Chad. Only you kin say if yer bein' sincere.
Mairèad says: Whelp's a silly name t'call ye 'cause ye don' even have scales.
Mairèad says: -Were- ye sincere when ye talked t'Mr. Grrrrrhelm?
Chadley says: No.
Mairèad says: Oh.
Chadley says: But I tried.
Mairèad says: Ye did try.
Mairèad says: Ye can' force yerself t'be sincere.
Mairèad says: Ye kin only rilly try.
Mairèad says: Chad, kin I aks ye sumfin' while me dad's zoned out?
Chadley says: ... Yeah, Mair?
Mairèad says: Why were you tryin' wiff Mr. Grrrrrhelm? Was i' 'cause ye wan'ed ter be nicer or was i' fer another reason?
Chadley says: ... Because I thought it'd make you smile.
Mairèad smiles, genuinely, and reaches up to give Chadley a light kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Chad. Ye make me smile, even when you don' try."
Chadley withers a bit at this.
Chadley says: ... I- I guess that's good.
[ZG fighting, epic battle with priestess, cue the Final Fantasy cutscene]
Mairèad 's right arm hangs uselessly at her side, jostled out of the sling by fighting. She tries to move it back and winces.
Mairèad says: ...tha's n'good.
Chadley holds his hands out over her arm, lowering his head slightly to inspect it.
Chadley says: ... May I?
Mairèad chews her lower lip and nods. "Yahar. 'sme own faul'."
Chadley very, very gently holds her arm. "This, uh. Is it okay if this hurts?"
Mairèad takes a deep breath and nods, closing her eyes and bracing herself. "I' hur' when th' Argent healers fixed i', too. Go 'head."
Chadley bites his lip, seeming extra careful not to do anything too terrible. He exhales, and closes his eyes. As always, the ribbons of Light curl down his arms, and into her flesh. The bone shifts, and it would be painful.
Mairèad grasps the hem of her tabard with her free hand, cringing hard as the bone shifts against bone. She tries not to cry out, but only manages that for about thirty seconds before letting out a yelp of pain.
Chadley winces, but not terribly. His condition is trancelike, and not easily broken. The Light wraps around her arm as well, settling into it, causing it to illuminate. The stressed muscles mend slightly, and the bone shifts into place. It cannot mend, though.
Mairèad is breathing heavily, her hand shaking, tears of pain streaming down her cheeks. She doesn't at all relinquish her hold on her tabard, though she does appear to be trying to control her reaction to the healing. "F-fuck--" she manages.
Chadley lets go. As he opens his eyes, there's a flash of fading light. "I think maybe we should stay behind your old man from now on."
Mairèad relaxes some, flexing the fingers of her right hand and still wincing. She nods. "Prolly a good idear. I've missed ye healin' me, Chad. Fanks."
Chadley says: ... Is your sling working okay?
Mairèad nods and, very gingerly, tries to move her arm to rest it back in the sling. "I's keepin' me arm immobile, yahar. I shouldna fough'. Tha's me own faul'."
Chadley says: ... Oh well. Let's go, I bet he's waiting.Chadley says: ... Where'd he go.
Mairèad says: ...I dunno.
[they come across Hakkar]
Chadley says: Fucking Light what is that.
You stare Hakkar down.
Mairèad says: ...I dunno, bu' i's bigger'n th' bomber'nashun wha' go' me arm.
Chadley says: ... That's what got you in the arm?
Mairèad says: Yahar.
Mairèad says: ...y'know tha' day when I wasn' in bed when y'woke up?
Chadley says: ... You didn't tell m-
Mairèad says: Dad?
Teach says: OH YEAH? 'OW'D'YA LOIK THA', BILGE RAT?
[Teach is mindcontrolled by Hakkar and starts attacking Chadley]
Mairèad says: DAD!
Mairèad says: Dad, Chads are friends, no' food.
Teach says: 'E'S CONTROLIN' MEH!
Chadley says: You sure you're not doin' that on purpose?!
Mairèad says: Wow, this guy's a jerk.
[After the fight]
Mairèad says: ...tha' was th' weirdes' fin' evarrr.
Chadley says: ... Is this normal of trolls?
Mairèad says: I dunno, I never been 'round trolls 'afore. Whar'd me dad go?
Chadley says: We should find him.
Chadley says: What.
Chadley boggles at the situation.
Mairèad shifts her arm uncomfortably in her sling. "Well. Tha' wunna rapter, bu' i' was still rill excitin'!"
Chadley says: We killed some...
Mairèad says: We did.
Chadley says: We should get back to the city!
Mairèad says: Wanna go t' Booty Bay fer drinks?
Chadley says: I-- sure.
Mairèad says: Ye sure? I mean...we don' hafta go thar if ye don' wanna.
Chadley says: I'm just embarrassing when I drink.
Mairèad chuckles softly. "I seen ye drink 'afore. You were drinkin' th' firs' time we me' Patrick an' then a' th' picnic."
Chadley says: ... Then you know I can't hold it very well.
Mairèad says: Ye didn' seem embarrassin' t'me, bu' mebbe Mr. Stehl's righ' an' I'm blinded by love 'r sumfin'.
Mairèad frowns, shoulders sagging.
Chadley says: Hey, um. I appreciate, um. The love.
Chadley says: ...
Chadley says: Let's leave.
Mairèad says: ...okie.
Chadley says: Are we going home, or Booty Bay?
Mairèad says: Up t'you.
Chadley says: Booty Bay.
Chadley smiles.
Mairèad says: Booty Bay migh' have less deaders'n Mr. Stehls, bu' we could always g-- okie.
You smile at Chadley.
Mairèad says: Booty Bay i' is, then.
[Upon arriving in Booty Bay, they come across Patrick]
Chadley blinks at Patrickk.
Mairèad says: Patrick!
Patrickk is very surprized!
Chadley says: ...
Mairèad says: I been lookin' fer ye. Didja git me le'ers?
Patrickk says: Mai and Chad! What a fuckin' surprise!
Mairèad says: We were jest over in th' troll ruins, tryin' t'chase rapters.
Chadley pulls her in closer. "I thought you said you didn't know anybody here."
Patrickk says: I got that one, yeah, and I sent you back one.
Mairèad is pulled in closer. She looks very happy about this, even though it causes her to lean against Chadley on her bad arm.
Mairèad says: I didn' fink Patrick lived here...I fough' ye lived in Dalaran. An' I musta los' i' in th' mail. I was gunna git ice cream an bewy an' bring Shenanigans.
Patrickk says: Me and Nicene just got a place here, to get away from Dalaran, and the cold.
Mairèad says: I's pre'y cold up thar, yahar. We been in Stormwind while me arm's healin'. Oh! Chad, ye don' r'member Patrick. Chadley Fairdale, this is Patrick Morgan.
Patrickk says: Well, Nicene went to bed. She's pretty exhausted after travelling here, but... well fuck, I could join you for ice cream and drinks.
Patrickk looks over at Chadley, and his face falls. "Oh. That's right, you had that..."
Chadley extends a hand, looking mildly uncomfortable. "Hey."Chadley interrupts Patrick.
Mairèad looks up at Chadley with a smile. "Y'wanna do tha', Chad? I dunno wha' kinna ice cream they go' here, though."
Patrickk nods. He steps forwards and awkwardly shakes Chad's hand.
Chadley says: It's... good to meet you. Sir.
Mairèad looks down at her armor and suddenly flushes. "...'m sorreh, we were jest in th' troll ruins, I didn' have time t'change." She seems very wary of upsetting Patrick for some reason.
Patrickk looks quite unsettled
Chadley says: So... if it's not too much trouble, I just like asking people this. How did we meet?
Patrickk nods at Mai.
Mairèad idly picks the pills off of her sling, still looking very wary, almost afraid. Even though littlest palerdins aren't supposed to be afraid.
Stehl says: ...
Patrickk says: It was with Mairead here-
You blink at Stehl.
Patrickk HEARS THE NO SOUND.
Chadley stares Stehl down.
Mairèad says: ...rilly?
Chadley says: Oh, come on.
Mairèad says: -RILLY-?
Patrickk turns around to see what all the commotion is.
Stehl drops his D.I.S.C.O. on the ground, the device activating, "Hey. I needed to get this thing fixed."
Chadley says: I'm done. Mairead, I'll be getting drinks.
Patrickk 's hand instantly goes to his sword.
Stehl says: Best paladin activity, that.
Mairèad looks at Chadley and nods. "I'll be righ' thar wiff ye."
Stehl tries to cram the ball into the thing again.
[in the bar]
Mairèad says: ...I fink he's stalkin' us.
Chadley says: Where's the other guy.
Mairèad says: Patrick?
Chadley says: Yeah, him.
Mairèad says: I dunno. I hope he an' Mr. Stehl ent fightin'. I'm tired 'a people fightin'.
Chadley says: ... Mairead. That there is undead.
Mairèad says: ...I know. 'm sorry.
Stehl waves.
Mairèad drops her head down on the table with a thonk and a frustrated sigh.
Chadley ... does the same.
Stehl waves his hands, "Oh no, here I am to RUIN YOUR FUN. Pricks."
Chadley says: ... Why are you even -here-?
Mairèad says: ...ignore him, Chad.
Stehl says: I had to get something fixed. Got it from the goblins.
Mairèad 's voice is muffled from her head still being thonked on the table.
Chadley says: I can't ignore it! He's trying to be a jackass!Chadley has since sat up.
Stehl says: ... I'm getting something to drink.
Stehl says: Wow. That guy likes water.
Stehl says: Dick.
Stehl says: MON.
Chadley says: ... Will you leave us alone, then?
Mairèad says: He's gunna keep bein' a jackass to you as long as y'keep talkin' t'him.
Stehl says: ... Really?
Chadley says: Yeah. I think I've finally realized this.
Stehl says: Weren't you hanging on my every word a day ago?
Mairèad doesn't respond to Stehl, instead looking at the candle, still resting her head on the table.
Stehl says: The moment I even -question- your perfect boyfriend though, that goes to hell? -Really-?
Chadley says: Don't even start that shit. I'm not perfect, and she doesn't think I am.
Mairèad says: ...whaddya wan', Mr. Stehl? I don' fink he's perfec'. I fink he's an asshole some 'a th' time.
Chadley says: Just shut up for her sake, though. You're making her upset.
Mairèad says: A lotta th' time.
Chadley says: ...
Chadley frowns.
Mairèad says: Bu' he's good inside.
Mairèad says: An' he loves me.
Chadley covers his face with his palm.
Stehl says: He is. It just has to come out again.
Mairèad says: An' i's gunna come ou' by you bein' an asshole t'him? Is tha' whatcher tryin' t'say?
Stehl says: From what I've seen, he's the same person I saw months ago. Before you even showed up.
Chadley says: Well, you don't seem to be helping it along with your snide remarks.
Mairèad continues to look at the candle more than Stehl. "Las' time he star'ed bein' nice, i' was 'cause he realized fin's on his own, wiffou' people tellin' him t'think 'r feel thin's."
Stehl says: What do you even know about last time? He was a huge dick. And know who helped push him away from that? Or who was at least right -every single time-?
Mairèad is still looking at the candle. "I mean' recen'ly."
Stehl says: Oh, recently? Worked the first time. Maybe he can damn himself again!
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Stehl says: Just maybe, with enough inaction!
Mairèad says: Mr. Stehl, kin ye either help 'r leave?
Stehl says: Your brand of 'help' won't help him. Just like whatsherface's didn't either.
Mairèad says: Don' compare me t'her!
Chadley says: Oh, we don't need to -hear- this.
Mairèad says: I akshully been tryin' stuff, a'righ'?
Stehl says: Too late. Already did,.
Chadley says: Stehl, was it?
Chadley says: Just get the fuck out and leave us alone.
Stehl says: Trying what? A light swat to the wrist when he does something actually wrong?
Chadley says: I didn't do anything wrong!
Stehl says: 'Bad Chadders!'
Mairèad just sighs, her shoulders sagging, and shakes her head. "Please go 'way. I don' wanna figh' wiff ye an' I don' wanna feel bad t'nigh'. Kin ye save this fer some ovver time?"
Chadley 's fist clenches, his nails digging into the table as it does.
Stehl says: Tell me, what time would be good? Doubt you'll listen at any time.
Mairèad says: ...jest no' t'nigh', please.
Stehl says: He'll be fixed with the power of LOVE and FRIENDSHIP.
Stehl fistpumps.
Mairèad says: I'll listen t'ye t'morrow. We kin talk 'bout i' firs' fin' in th' mornin'. Promise.
Mairèad says: I'll even buy ye breakfas'.
Chadley says: Are you just looking for a fight?
Stehl says: No. I'm not.
Chadley says: Then why do you continue to antagonize me.
Stehl says: Came here to fix something. Didn't know you'd even be here. Then I came here for water and you two just started whining about how I'm so mean and just going to be a jerk.
Chadley says: You can walk away at any time.
Stehl says: NOW I'm antagonizing you two because maybe, just maybe, it's possible that I'll be nice if people are nice to me!
Mairèad says: ...'m tryin' t'be nice. I wanna be nice. 'm...'m sorry, Mr. Stehl.
Stehl says: You want to be nice, but you- No.
Chadley says: Look. We're just here to relax. We'll shut up, and you can ignore us.
Stehl says: But you start out by assuring him I'm here to ruin his weekend.
Chadley says: Enough!
Stehl says: No! You've already pissed in my delightful breakfast!
Mairèad says: I'm -sorry-. A'righ'?
Mairèad says: I didn' mean t'git mad atcha. Ye were righ' before 'bout a lotta fin's, bu' I'd rilly rather jest have a good nigh' na' an' talk 'bout i' la'er.
Chadley says: Look. Apologies everywhere. Now please. Stop upsetting her.
Stehl grabs a chair and pulls it up, "Apology accepted."
Stehl is totally in a chair.
Chadley boggles at Stehl.
You blink at Stehl.
Mairèad says: ...hi.
Chadley says: I- what. No.
Stehl kicks up his feet, "How'd raptor wrasslin' go?"
Chadley says: We didn't say--
Mairèad says: ...wen' good. We killed a big red fin'...me dad go' mind controlled.
Mairèad says: Bu' he go' be'er.
Chadley says: Mairead, stop talking to him!
Stehl says: Excuse me.
You blink at Chadley.
Stehl says: I'm trying to hold a conversation.
You blink at Stehl.
Stehl says: Thank you.
Chadley says: No.
Mairèad says: A--
Chadley says: No, I'm not fucking putting up with this.
Mairèad drops her head to the table with another thonk and groans, covering her head with her hands.
Chadley stands, ignoring the chaos upstairs. He stares down at Stehl. "I aksed you nicely. Get the hell out."
Mairèad says: Chad, please--
Stehl says: I'm not leaving, though.
Stehl nods at Chadley, flashing a thumb's up.
You begin to groan.
Chadley kicks the leg of Stehl's chair. "Get up!"
Mairèad hears the kicking and the yelling and sighs. "Chad, please don' antagernize him anymore. Please, he kin stay."
Stehl 's chair tips to the side dangerously, before he manages to balance it the right way, "You heard the lady. Don't antagernize me. I can stay."
Mairèad says: ...please don' make fun 'a th' way I talk, Mr. Stehl.
Stehl says: ... I'm not.
Mairèad says: ...
Chadley kicks the chair leg again. "No, Mairead. I'm not putting up with this."
Mairèad says: ...he's gunna kick yer arse if ye keep doin' tha'. I kin't stop him wiff jest one good arm.
Mairèad is still thonked.
Chadley says: Then let it be between the two of us.
Stehl almost tips over again, "Chair'll break if you keep that up."
Mairèad says: ...fine. Come an' find me in Stormwind when yer done, if ye kin walk.
Chadley doesn't let the chair fall back down. He kicks it over -again-, mid-tilt.
Mairèad stands, looking at Chadley almost tearfully, and walks out of the bar, towards the flight masters.
Chadley says: Mm.
Mairèad says: I was finkin' 'bout some fin's an' I fink I need ter 'polergize t'ye.
Chadley says: 'Bout what.
Mairèad says: I been tryin' t'make ye inner somefin' yer no'. I been tryin' t'force ye t'look a' fin's th' way 'm used ter ye seein' fin's, no' ha' ye akshully see 'em.Mairèad says: An' tha's wrong 'a me.
Chadley says: ... It must be frustrating.
Mairèad says: Frustratin'?
Chadley says: Me not bein'... me.
Mairèad shrugs her uninjured shoulder and nods. "I' kin be. Bu'...well, if I love you, which I do, I should letcha be yerself, 'cause yer still you. I know tha' na'. An' I been a rill spoilspor' la'ely, ent I?"
Chadley says: Well. You've known two versions of me. It's only natural you'd want to bring back the one that was less of an asshole.
Mairèad frowns, then nods, conceding. "Ye have been kinna more assholish since th' accident. Bu'...tha's ha' ye were when I metcha, too. No' t'me, mind, bu' t'everyone else."
Chadley says: Well, seems I've been an asshole to you, too.
Mairèad doesn't say anything to confirm or deny this, just plucking a few pills of fabric off of her sling.
Mairèad says: ...I know i's hard fer ye, too. I's no' like 'm th' one who dun' r'member th' pas' eigh' monffs 'a me life, y'know?
Chadley says: Well. I still feel like a dick. Maybe I can... do something fun, or something. Or meet one of your deader friends and not.... be....
Mairèad reaches over with her uninjured hand, turning to face Chadley and squeezing his arm as she does. "Ye don' hafta do anyfin' ye don' wanna do, Chad. I wantcha t'know tha'."
Chadley says: ... Well. I want to.
Chadley smiles at you.
Mairèad raises her eyebrows skeptically. "Ye do?"
Chadley says: I try not to make a liar of myself.
Chadley says: Thought I've told you this.
Mairèad says: I fink ye have, bu' r'mind me agin.
Chadley says: ... I'm not a liar.
Mairèad says: Oh okie.
Mairèad says: If ye wanna mee' one 'a me deader friends, thar's one righ' thar.
You point at Nialos.
Chadley blinks at Nialos.
Chadley says: ... He's on a lamp.
Mairèad says: He's lampin'.
Nialos blinks and looks around. "Oh, me. Yeah."
Chadley peers at Nialos searchingly.
Mairèad says: Chad, tha's Mr. Grrrrrhelm. He delivers th' mail. Mr. Grrrrrhelm, this is Chad. He dun' r'member ye.
Chadley stares for a moment longer. He bites his lip.
Nialos says: Heard that, yeah.
Chadley , after a long, long moment, quietly says, "Hi."
Mairèad looks very proud of Chadley and squeezes his arm again.
Nialos says: Hey there, lad.
Mairèad says: One time, Mr. Grrrrrhelm wen' away an' th' mail didn' git through near's good.
Chadley says: They let deaders handle the mail?
Chadley looks sulky.
Nialos says: Well, I don't sleep, demand pay and I wash my hands.
Mairèad chews on her bottom lip and nods. " 'Paren'lee they do."
Nialos says: Perfect worker, really.
Chadley says: ... Why do you wash your hands if'n you don't sweat.
Chadley seems to be trying very hard.
Nialos says: Regulation. I may not sweat, but you've still gotta follow the rules.
Nialos says: People ship all kinds of sensitive material. Gotta make sure none of it is contaminated. So I'll also wear gloves when it requires as such.
Mairèad says: Mr. Grrrrrhelm rilly is th' bes' a' th' mail. Mr. Stehl likes him lots.
Mairèad has firmly established criteria for whether or not someone should be liked.
Chadley stares balefully up at Nialos.
Mairèad leans over and whispers to Chadley, "Yer doin' rill good, 'm rill proud 'a ye."
Chadley glowers.
Chadley says: So, uh.
Chadley coughs.
You look at Chadley.
Chadley says: What did you do before you died.
Nialos says: Military.
Chadley says: I see.
Chadley says: Is it, um. Fun.
Chadley says: Being dead, I mean.
Nialos says: It has its advantages, just like anything else.
Nialos says: But no. Not really.
You gasp at Stehl.
Mairèad says: Mr. Stehl!!!
Stehl says: ...
Nialos says: I don't enjoy the lack of feeling.
Mairèad says: 'm takin' yer advice!
Mairèad does not specify which advice she means.
Stehl says: ... Which advice?
Mairèad says: 'bout people bein' happy!
Stehl says: ... I don't remember what advice I gave.
Chadley glowers some more.
Okatorin says: Humans!
Stehl says: Draenei!
Mairèad says: Dranee!
Chadley says: Welcome to fucking Stormwind.
You gently pat Chadley.
Okatorin says: Any human know human language teacher?
Stehl says: Hit him, will you?
Stehl says: ... What, common?
Okatorin says: Me wake from long sleep.
Chadley says: My father's fantastic; you should talk to him.
Stehl says: Any teacher here could teach you that. Perhaps one of the draenei here could even teach you.
You blink at Chadley.
Stehl says: Not literally here. Here in the city.
Okatorin points at Chadley.
Stehl says: ... Not him.
Okatorin says: Where father?
Chadley says: Dunno.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Okatorin says: Human.
Mairèad says: ...dranee're weird.
Stehl says: What crawled up your ass and died?
Mairèad says: Chad's jest had a long day.
Chadley says: I'm trying to be friendly, damnit.
Stehl says: I can see that.
You blink at Teach.
Teach says: Stehl.
Stehl says: Well, now I can't, Teach is in the way.
Stehl says: What.
Teach says: Ahoy.
Stehl says: Yo ho.
Chadley says: ... Hello, Teach.
Stehl says: ... Those are some... ugly colors you're sporting on that tabard.
Mairèad sits on her uninjured hand, pressing her lips together and closing her eyes, as if repeating a mantra.
Teach says: Mairead!
Stehl squats down a little, staring at Teach's chest. "... Yeah. You spill mustard or something?"
Mairèad opens one eye and smiles at Teach, a bit reservedly. "Hullo, Dad. 'm sorreh fer no' bein' in yer mill'tree uni' anymore."
Teach says: Oh's'all'roight. Wass'rong?
Mairèad says: ...yer no' mad a' me?
Mairèad unsits on her uninjured hand.
Teach raises an eyebrow. "I'ain'a stickerler fer milertary service. Privateers always make more anehway, yesee."
Mairèad says: Oh! I fough' ye were mad a' me, 'cause...
Mairèad gives up and jumps up to give Teach a huge hug...or as huge of a hug as one can give with only one good arm. "Dad!"
Chadley stands. He shuffles past the two men, and approaches Nialos. He stares up, still balefully.
Nialos blinks at Chadley.
Chadley stares Nialos down.
Nialos smiles at Chadley.
Teach wraps his arms around Mairead, noticing the arm. "MAIREAD, WHA"APPENED?"
Stehl says: ...
Okatorin looks at Teach.
Okatorin says: You human's daughter, yes?
Mairèad says: A bomber'nashun disloca'ed me arm.
Stehl says: I'm going to go across the street. Where I'll probably still hear you.
Okatorin says: Me need human language teacher.
Chadley says: I, uh.
Nialos says: Hm?
Stehl tries to cuff Chadley upside the head, "Knock that off before it freezes."
Okatorin tries to get Teach's attention.Okatorin says: Human!
Teach says: Oh'boi tha loi- WHAT?!
Okatorin says: You this human's father, yes?
Chadley holds out a hand, upward. He's then knocked on the head, and scowls in Stehl's direction. "Fuck off."
Chadley looks back up at Nialos.
Chadley says: Was... good talkin'.
Teach says: Yahar - kin'che'see'I'be buseh?!
Okatorin says: Me need human language teacher.
Stehl says: Boy, you have an attitude problem. Again. Get rid of it. Again.
Okatorin motions for Mairead to tell him to explain.
Mairèad says: Mebbe ye could aks in th' Cathedral. An' Mr. Stehl, Chad's jest fine, please stop yellin' a' him.
Teach says: Troi tha Chapel!
Nialos says: Ah, just let him say his piece, Stehl.
Stehl says: I am.
Stehl says: Just informing him of his lack of progress.
Mairèad says: Yer a lack 'a progress.
Chadley scowls deeply. He's still holding his hand out. "I said my piece."
Stehl says: No, your manchild is.
Mairèad cringes when Mr. Stehl looks at her. "Sorry."
Okatorin says: I will wait for humans to finish.
Okatorin nods.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Nialos slides off to the side, a dull cracking noise coming from his legs. He mangages to take Chadley's hand, however.
Teach says: Yer'dun gettin'it treated?
Okatorin looks at Teach.
Mairèad says: Yahar. I gotta keep i' immobyoolized 'til Mondee, though.
Chadley cringes at the sound, and even more from the handshake. He manages a smile. Through lemons.
Nialos says: Stehl's right, you've still got a lot of progress ahead of you.
Nialos gives the hand a shake. "But you're getting -somewhere-."
Teach says: Aye.
Okatorin says: You done?
You look at Okatorin.
Mairèad says: Yer a awful demandin' dranee, entcha?
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Chadley still forces that smile. "Makes me happy to hear."
Okatorin says: Continue, and fast.
Nialos says: Nah, doubt it. But at least you're humoring an old man.
You stare Okatorin down.
Mairèad says: ...Imma go ovarrrr thar 'til th' dranee finishes talkin' ter ye, Dad.
Okatorin looks at Teach.
Mairèad says: Tha' dranee's rill demandin'.
Okatorin says: Human, you give human language lessons, yes?
Teach says: Aye.
Okatorin says: I offer copper.
Okatorin says: All I can afford.
Okatorin says: I rich in Draenie world, but not in human.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Okatorin says: So I poor.
Okatorin says: I can not afford much.
Nialos glances over to Mairead. "Your boy made some progress!"
Teach says: I'ain'qualerfoid ter teach'ye common.
Okatorin lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Chadley 's hand is still in Nialos', for he has yet to be let go. His arm sags, and he looks defeated.
Stehl says: Squeezing lies out of that smile doesn't count as progress.
Okatorin says: Please?
Mairèad says: He's tryin' Mr. Stehl.
Mairèad says: I's rill hard fer him, okie?
Stehl says: Seriously, you look insane now. Smile like a regular person and not a maniac.
Nialos maintains the grip for some reason.
Okatorin says some cursus in his own language.
Chadley says: I thought I told you to fuck off.
Mairèad says: An' yer makin' i' worse, Mr. Stehl. I don' fink Chad needs tough love righ' na'.
Stehl says: No.
Teach says: Miss'er'blue boy, ye'see, I'dun'talk norrmal boi citeh standarrds.
Stehl says: You're right.
Stehl says: Let's coddle him.
Teach says: Troi mister Stehl ovar thar.
Chadley says: I'M RIGHT HERE, GUYS.
Nialos says: Doubt they care.
Stehl pats Chadley's head, "Swearing at people and rampant sarcasm is pretty cool."
Stehl ruffles his hair a little, too.
Mairèad sighs heavily and turns back to Nialos. "Mr. Grrrrrhelm, kin ye let go 'a Chad's hand? We're gunna go."
Chadley 's hand squeezes Nialos' in frustration.
Stehl says: You can keep coddling him. Enjoy as he develops slower than bunch of lichen on a rock.
Chadley immediately tries to relinquish the hand.
Nialos pulls his hand back, allowing Chadley's to slip free.
Nialos says: Hm. I'll have to remember that.
Teach says: Ahoy.
Nialos says: Yo ho.
Stehl says: Yarr.
Stehl says: ... It's like some freakish ponytail club.
Mairèad smiles broadly at Mr. Grrrrrhelm and even moreso at her father before turning to Chad. "I was wunnerin' if ye wan'ed ter come on a rapter chase wiff me. Me dad kin come, too, if he wan's to."
Teach says: Oho?
Stehl says: Raptors are key to making men stop acting like boys.
Stehl says: I guess.
Mairèad says: Yahar.
Nialos cranes his head. "Raptor chase, eh? Hm..."
Stehl says: Raptors are silly.
Chadley says: I own one.
Mairèad says: ...so does tha' sound fun t'you, Chad? Dad?
Stehl says: ... And?
Stehl says: Your point being?
Teach says: Oh aye, troll killin' eh?
Chadley very, very, very slowly backs away. "Sounds like fun."
Nialos says: Well, I have a trip to prepare for, so... I wish you all luck in your hunt!
Mairèad says: Mebbe. More rapter chasin'. Fanks, Mr. Grrrrrhelm, fer ever'fin'!
Stehl says: Another one?
Nialos says: Well, the other one was cut short.
Stehl says: Ah.
Nialos says: I'd like to have a proper trip.
Mairèad waves her uninjured hand at Mr. Grrrrrhelm before turning to Teach. "D'ye wanna come, too, Dad?"
Stehl says: I suspect your mailbox will have a nice tan.
Nialos says: ... Yeah. Yeah it probably will.
Chadley says: I fucking love field trips.
Teach says: Aye!
Nialos says: He really does swear a lot, doesn't he?
Stehl says: No. He's trying to be civil with you and it isn't working. I think.
Mairèad turns back to Chadley with a slight frown, more of confusion than disappointment. "Don' ye like rapters?"
Stehl says: Or it's me belittling his efforts.
Chadley says: Give me credit.
Stehl says: No.
Stehl says: You're being a little bitch. No credit for you.
Chadley says: Well what the hell do you want me to do.
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Stehl says: Fall off of Icecrown again. Or whatever it was.
Chadley says: ...
Stehl says: Maybe there's a decent person that can get jumbled up to the surface of that great void you call a skull.
Mairèad says: ...either way. 'm goin' jungleward an' Chad, ye kin come wiff me if ye wanna.
You glare angrily at Stehl.
Mairèad says: STOP talkin' about Chad tha' way.
Stehl says: No. I don't think I will.
Mairèad says: An' if yer gunna talk about Chad tha' way, do i' whar I kin't hear ye. Yer nuffin' bu' a big bully.
Stehl says: When he starts acting like somebody I can be civil with? Then I will.
Mairèad says: He was bein' jest fine wiff civil'tee 'til YOU came 'long.
Chadley turns to Stehl, and puches him on the chest like a really threatening bro. "Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?"
Teach pats Mairead on the head, "Goo'girl."
Mairèad says: Mr. Grrrrrhelm kin tell ye. Righ', Mr. Grrrrrhelm?
Nialos shambles over to the lamp with his broken legs. "Tell him what?"
Stehl grabs Chadley's wrist and twists, "Another paladin expecting better of some little whelp."
Mairèad says: Tha' Chad was bein rill-- STOP IT!
Nialos says: He was trying. But I don't think it was for the reasons you think, dear.
Mairèad fumbles for her sword with her good arm and tries to flail it at Mr. Stehl.
Chadley tenses, and tries to wrench his hands free. He probably gets all up in Stehl's grill. He doesn't say anything, though.
Stehl twists Chadley's arm further, trying to maneuver him in the way of Mairead's... flailing. "Yeah, because I'm the aggressor here. That's me. Beating up poor Chadley."
Mairèad says: Ye are! Le' him go!
Nialos says: Verbally assaulting him, yes. Chadley initiated this little show, however.
Stehl says: He punched me. I'm showing him that wasn't a good idea.
Teach says: Ah'come now matey, le'im'go. 'e's'importan'te'er.
Chadley 's eyes go wide, and he ducks his head out of the way. He grits his teeth in pain as his arm is twisted further. "F-- fu- Let me go!"
Mairèad 's sword flail swipes downward towards Chadley's shoulder, though as soon as she realizes that she can't hit Mr. Stehl without hitting Chadley, she stops.
Mairèad says: You provoked him to i' by bein' a jerk!
Stehl says: If it took words to do this much, imagine if I really wanted to get him mad.
Nialos says: Words are simply words. He could have chosen to ignore them.
Mairèad says: He was bein' comple'ely civil 'til ye came along an' decided to star' tellin' him tha' he's n'good.
Stehl says: I came along and heard him complaining. It degenerated from there.
Mairèad says: Tha' still doesn' mean ye kin go 'round sayin' horrible fin's 'bout people.
Mairèad says: Mebbe he shouldna taken th' words t'heart, bu' ye shouldna said 'em in th' firs' place.
Chadley flails stupidly trying to escape, not contributing to the conversation.
Nialos says: I think that's one of Stehl's angles.
Stehl places his free hand on Chadley's head and starts ruffling his hair, "Yeah. Other is that the truth hurts."
Mairèad says: LET HIM GO!
Mairèad is actually tearing up now, really not able to do anything.
Stehl leans down slightly, staring at Chadley, "Have fun on your fucking field trip, dude. And all you need to know is that I'm your better in many, many ways." With that, he lets go.
You glare angrily at Stehl.
Stehl says: ... Draw that blade on me again without a damn good reason, and I break it. Miss.
Chadley staggers backward, clutching his wrist. "I never said that I doubted that. But a greater man would hold his tongue."
Mairèad says: Ye attacked summone. Tha's a good reason fer you, an' i's a good reason fer me.
Stehl says: Look who's talking, tiger.
Mairèad says: Tha' wasn' self defence, neither, s'don' try tha' on me.
Stehl says: He punched me in the chest. You want him doing that to somebody unarmored?
Mairèad says: He wouldn'.
Chadley says: I somewhat pushed you!
Nialos says: Are you sure?
Stehl says: If he got mad enough? Bet he would.
Mairèad says: No, he wouldn'.
Teach says: Oh'come now Stehl'ye'done'ad'yer fun.
Mairèad says: I know him be'er than you.
Stehl says: Not at this point, you don't.
Stehl says: I've seen this nonsense before. And helped him out of it in my own way.
Mairèad says: Yes. I do. Have ye been in Icecrown wiff him? Have ye been livin' wiff him? Have ye been takin' care 'a him all this time?
Stehl facepalms. "Okay. Blinded by love, then. You've got some growing up to do as well. Enjoy your raptor punching."
Nialos says: Ah, youth.
Nialos says: The past repeats itself, lass. You should learn that.
Stehl says: I can't wait until he proves you wrong, though.
You glare angrily at Stehl.
Mairèad says: Ye dunno whatcher talkin' 'bout.
Stehl says: Yes. I do.
Mairèad says: No. Ye don'.
Chadley says: Just what the hell -do- you want with me? Want me to go over there and kiss the old deader on the cheek?!
Mairèad says: Chad.
Stehl says: No.
Mairèad says: I' ent worff i'. Mr. Stehl's jest a bully an' won' see reason.
Nialos says: I'd prefer if you didn't, but go for it.Nialos says: I seem to be good at being used for stuff.
Stehl says: ... Pot calling the kettle blacker than the depths of a coal mine.
Mairèad says: HE WAS FINE UNTIL YE CAME ALONG.
Stehl says: Clearly, I must have broken him!
Mairèad says: He was tryin'! An' then ye told him i' wasn' good 'nuff!
Stehl thumbs up Mairead.
Chadley looks very ready to punch Stehl.
Teach covers his face with his palm.
Nialos says: Lass. Back down from this.
Mairèad puts her uninjured hand on Chadley's shoulder. "C'mon. Le's go."
Nialos says: Some fights are not your own. Even if you wish it so.
Chadley says: ... Fine.
Stehl says: Have fun, brochadcho. Fucking love field trips.
Stehl fingerguns.
Chadley snubs Stehl.
Mairèad says: 'm sorreh tha' happen't. Ye were doin' rill good.
Chadley says: Where are we going.
Mairèad says: ...we were goin' t'th' jungle. Strangleforn. Bu' if ye don' wanna, we don' hafta.
Chadley says: I like jungles.
Mairèad says: Okie.
Mairèad says: Then we'll fly t'Booty Bay.
[Upon reaching the Rebel Camp...]
Chadley blows a whistle and yells, "I know you followed!" And, sure enough, his raptor runs to him from the brush.
Chadley says: I told you I had one.
You grin wickedly at Chadley.
Mairèad says: We named him, y'know.
Chadley says: Did we? I never was much good at naming things.
Chadley says: You must've come up with the name.
Chadley smiles.
Mairèad chuckles. "I fink we came up wiff i' t'gether. You were th' one t'decide on' i', though. Ye called him 'Trollbane.'" She's smiling brightly at the irony.
Chadley says: ... That's a terrible name for a raptor.
Chadley says: I like it.
You laugh at Chadley.
Mairèad says: 'm glad ye like i'.
Mairèad says: Ready t'go? I fink me dad's meetin' us a' some troll ruins wiff rapters in 'em.
Chadley pats his newly-named raptor on the neck. "Y'ready? C'mon, let's go kill hundreds of your kin."
You giggle at Chadley.
Mairèad says: He kin figh' 'em, too! Ye had him figh' 'em when we were in Dustwallow, after we found th' dargons.
Chadley says: We saw darg-- dragons!?
Mairèad says: Yahar!
Mairèad says: I' was a rill good day.
Chadley says: I need to hit my head a few times and scramble that memory back in there.
Mairèad smiles sadly and shakes her head. "Nah. We'll jest make some new mem'ries. Though...tha' day was th' firs' time ye kissed me."
Mairèad says: ...'cause I toldja to.
Mairèad says: ...yahar, i's okie if ye nevarrr r'member. I jest wantcha t'be happy, y'know?
Chadley says: ... Hey.
Mairèad says: Hmm?
Chadley says: Was that dickhead paladin' telling the truth?
Mairèad says: ...'bout what?
Mairèad says: 'cause he said a lotta stuff.
Chadley says: 'Bout me not bein' sincere.
Chadley says: Also 'bout me bein' a whelp.
Mairèad says: ...well, I dunno, Chad. Only you kin say if yer bein' sincere.
Mairèad says: Whelp's a silly name t'call ye 'cause ye don' even have scales.
Mairèad says: -Were- ye sincere when ye talked t'Mr. Grrrrrhelm?
Chadley says: No.
Mairèad says: Oh.
Chadley says: But I tried.
Mairèad says: Ye did try.
Mairèad says: Ye can' force yerself t'be sincere.
Mairèad says: Ye kin only rilly try.
Mairèad says: Chad, kin I aks ye sumfin' while me dad's zoned out?
Chadley says: ... Yeah, Mair?
Mairèad says: Why were you tryin' wiff Mr. Grrrrrhelm? Was i' 'cause ye wan'ed ter be nicer or was i' fer another reason?
Chadley says: ... Because I thought it'd make you smile.
Mairèad smiles, genuinely, and reaches up to give Chadley a light kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Chad. Ye make me smile, even when you don' try."
Chadley withers a bit at this.
Chadley says: ... I- I guess that's good.
[ZG fighting, epic battle with priestess, cue the Final Fantasy cutscene]
Mairèad 's right arm hangs uselessly at her side, jostled out of the sling by fighting. She tries to move it back and winces.
Mairèad says: ...tha's n'good.
Chadley holds his hands out over her arm, lowering his head slightly to inspect it.
Chadley says: ... May I?
Mairèad chews her lower lip and nods. "Yahar. 'sme own faul'."
Chadley very, very gently holds her arm. "This, uh. Is it okay if this hurts?"
Mairèad takes a deep breath and nods, closing her eyes and bracing herself. "I' hur' when th' Argent healers fixed i', too. Go 'head."
Chadley bites his lip, seeming extra careful not to do anything too terrible. He exhales, and closes his eyes. As always, the ribbons of Light curl down his arms, and into her flesh. The bone shifts, and it would be painful.
Mairèad grasps the hem of her tabard with her free hand, cringing hard as the bone shifts against bone. She tries not to cry out, but only manages that for about thirty seconds before letting out a yelp of pain.
Chadley winces, but not terribly. His condition is trancelike, and not easily broken. The Light wraps around her arm as well, settling into it, causing it to illuminate. The stressed muscles mend slightly, and the bone shifts into place. It cannot mend, though.
Mairèad is breathing heavily, her hand shaking, tears of pain streaming down her cheeks. She doesn't at all relinquish her hold on her tabard, though she does appear to be trying to control her reaction to the healing. "F-fuck--" she manages.
Chadley lets go. As he opens his eyes, there's a flash of fading light. "I think maybe we should stay behind your old man from now on."
Mairèad relaxes some, flexing the fingers of her right hand and still wincing. She nods. "Prolly a good idear. I've missed ye healin' me, Chad. Fanks."
Chadley says: ... Is your sling working okay?
Mairèad nods and, very gingerly, tries to move her arm to rest it back in the sling. "I's keepin' me arm immobile, yahar. I shouldna fough'. Tha's me own faul'."
Chadley says: ... Oh well. Let's go, I bet he's waiting.Chadley says: ... Where'd he go.
Mairèad says: ...I dunno.
[they come across Hakkar]
Chadley says: Fucking Light what is that.
You stare Hakkar down.
Mairèad says: ...I dunno, bu' i's bigger'n th' bomber'nashun wha' go' me arm.
Chadley says: ... That's what got you in the arm?
Mairèad says: Yahar.
Mairèad says: ...y'know tha' day when I wasn' in bed when y'woke up?
Chadley says: ... You didn't tell m-
Mairèad says: Dad?
Teach says: OH YEAH? 'OW'D'YA LOIK THA', BILGE RAT?
[Teach is mindcontrolled by Hakkar and starts attacking Chadley]
Mairèad says: DAD!
Mairèad says: Dad, Chads are friends, no' food.
Teach says: 'E'S CONTROLIN' MEH!
Chadley says: You sure you're not doin' that on purpose?!
Mairèad says: Wow, this guy's a jerk.
[After the fight]
Mairèad says: ...tha' was th' weirdes' fin' evarrr.
Chadley says: ... Is this normal of trolls?
Mairèad says: I dunno, I never been 'round trolls 'afore. Whar'd me dad go?
Chadley says: We should find him.
Chadley says: What.
Chadley boggles at the situation.
Mairèad shifts her arm uncomfortably in her sling. "Well. Tha' wunna rapter, bu' i' was still rill excitin'!"
Chadley says: We killed some...
Mairèad says: We did.
Chadley says: We should get back to the city!
Mairèad says: Wanna go t' Booty Bay fer drinks?
Chadley says: I-- sure.
Mairèad says: Ye sure? I mean...we don' hafta go thar if ye don' wanna.
Chadley says: I'm just embarrassing when I drink.
Mairèad chuckles softly. "I seen ye drink 'afore. You were drinkin' th' firs' time we me' Patrick an' then a' th' picnic."
Chadley says: ... Then you know I can't hold it very well.
Mairèad says: Ye didn' seem embarrassin' t'me, bu' mebbe Mr. Stehl's righ' an' I'm blinded by love 'r sumfin'.
Mairèad frowns, shoulders sagging.
Chadley says: Hey, um. I appreciate, um. The love.
Chadley says: ...
Chadley says: Let's leave.
Mairèad says: ...okie.
Chadley says: Are we going home, or Booty Bay?
Mairèad says: Up t'you.
Chadley says: Booty Bay.
Chadley smiles.
Mairèad says: Booty Bay migh' have less deaders'n Mr. Stehls, bu' we could always g-- okie.
You smile at Chadley.
Mairèad says: Booty Bay i' is, then.
[Upon arriving in Booty Bay, they come across Patrick]
Chadley blinks at Patrickk.
Mairèad says: Patrick!
Patrickk is very surprized!
Chadley says: ...
Mairèad says: I been lookin' fer ye. Didja git me le'ers?
Patrickk says: Mai and Chad! What a fuckin' surprise!
Mairèad says: We were jest over in th' troll ruins, tryin' t'chase rapters.
Chadley pulls her in closer. "I thought you said you didn't know anybody here."
Patrickk says: I got that one, yeah, and I sent you back one.
Mairèad is pulled in closer. She looks very happy about this, even though it causes her to lean against Chadley on her bad arm.
Mairèad says: I didn' fink Patrick lived here...I fough' ye lived in Dalaran. An' I musta los' i' in th' mail. I was gunna git ice cream an bewy an' bring Shenanigans.
Patrickk says: Me and Nicene just got a place here, to get away from Dalaran, and the cold.
Mairèad says: I's pre'y cold up thar, yahar. We been in Stormwind while me arm's healin'. Oh! Chad, ye don' r'member Patrick. Chadley Fairdale, this is Patrick Morgan.
Patrickk says: Well, Nicene went to bed. She's pretty exhausted after travelling here, but... well fuck, I could join you for ice cream and drinks.
Patrickk looks over at Chadley, and his face falls. "Oh. That's right, you had that..."
Chadley extends a hand, looking mildly uncomfortable. "Hey."Chadley interrupts Patrick.
Mairèad looks up at Chadley with a smile. "Y'wanna do tha', Chad? I dunno wha' kinna ice cream they go' here, though."
Patrickk nods. He steps forwards and awkwardly shakes Chad's hand.
Chadley says: It's... good to meet you. Sir.
Mairèad looks down at her armor and suddenly flushes. "...'m sorreh, we were jest in th' troll ruins, I didn' have time t'change." She seems very wary of upsetting Patrick for some reason.
Patrickk looks quite unsettled
Chadley says: So... if it's not too much trouble, I just like asking people this. How did we meet?
Patrickk nods at Mai.
Mairèad idly picks the pills off of her sling, still looking very wary, almost afraid. Even though littlest palerdins aren't supposed to be afraid.
Stehl says: ...
Patrickk says: It was with Mairead here-
You blink at Stehl.
Patrickk HEARS THE NO SOUND.
Chadley stares Stehl down.
Mairèad says: ...rilly?
Chadley says: Oh, come on.
Mairèad says: -RILLY-?
Patrickk turns around to see what all the commotion is.
Stehl drops his D.I.S.C.O. on the ground, the device activating, "Hey. I needed to get this thing fixed."
Chadley says: I'm done. Mairead, I'll be getting drinks.
Patrickk 's hand instantly goes to his sword.
Stehl says: Best paladin activity, that.
Mairèad looks at Chadley and nods. "I'll be righ' thar wiff ye."
Stehl tries to cram the ball into the thing again.
[in the bar]
Mairèad says: ...I fink he's stalkin' us.
Chadley says: Where's the other guy.
Mairèad says: Patrick?
Chadley says: Yeah, him.
Mairèad says: I dunno. I hope he an' Mr. Stehl ent fightin'. I'm tired 'a people fightin'.
Chadley says: ... Mairead. That there is undead.
Mairèad says: ...I know. 'm sorry.
Stehl waves.
Mairèad drops her head down on the table with a thonk and a frustrated sigh.
Chadley ... does the same.
Stehl waves his hands, "Oh no, here I am to RUIN YOUR FUN. Pricks."
Chadley says: ... Why are you even -here-?
Mairèad says: ...ignore him, Chad.
Stehl says: I had to get something fixed. Got it from the goblins.
Mairèad 's voice is muffled from her head still being thonked on the table.
Chadley says: I can't ignore it! He's trying to be a jackass!Chadley has since sat up.
Stehl says: ... I'm getting something to drink.
Stehl says: Wow. That guy likes water.
Stehl says: Dick.
Stehl says: MON.
Chadley says: ... Will you leave us alone, then?
Mairèad says: He's gunna keep bein' a jackass to you as long as y'keep talkin' t'him.
Stehl says: ... Really?
Chadley says: Yeah. I think I've finally realized this.
Stehl says: Weren't you hanging on my every word a day ago?
Mairèad doesn't respond to Stehl, instead looking at the candle, still resting her head on the table.
Stehl says: The moment I even -question- your perfect boyfriend though, that goes to hell? -Really-?
Chadley says: Don't even start that shit. I'm not perfect, and she doesn't think I am.
Mairèad says: ...whaddya wan', Mr. Stehl? I don' fink he's perfec'. I fink he's an asshole some 'a th' time.
Chadley says: Just shut up for her sake, though. You're making her upset.
Mairèad says: A lotta th' time.
Chadley says: ...
Chadley frowns.
Mairèad says: Bu' he's good inside.
Mairèad says: An' he loves me.
Chadley covers his face with his palm.
Stehl says: He is. It just has to come out again.
Mairèad says: An' i's gunna come ou' by you bein' an asshole t'him? Is tha' whatcher tryin' t'say?
Stehl says: From what I've seen, he's the same person I saw months ago. Before you even showed up.
Chadley says: Well, you don't seem to be helping it along with your snide remarks.
Mairèad continues to look at the candle more than Stehl. "Las' time he star'ed bein' nice, i' was 'cause he realized fin's on his own, wiffou' people tellin' him t'think 'r feel thin's."
Stehl says: What do you even know about last time? He was a huge dick. And know who helped push him away from that? Or who was at least right -every single time-?
Mairèad is still looking at the candle. "I mean' recen'ly."
Stehl says: Oh, recently? Worked the first time. Maybe he can damn himself again!
You let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Stehl says: Just maybe, with enough inaction!
Mairèad says: Mr. Stehl, kin ye either help 'r leave?
Stehl says: Your brand of 'help' won't help him. Just like whatsherface's didn't either.
Mairèad says: Don' compare me t'her!
Chadley says: Oh, we don't need to -hear- this.
Mairèad says: I akshully been tryin' stuff, a'righ'?
Stehl says: Too late. Already did,.
Chadley says: Stehl, was it?
Chadley says: Just get the fuck out and leave us alone.
Stehl says: Trying what? A light swat to the wrist when he does something actually wrong?
Chadley says: I didn't do anything wrong!
Stehl says: 'Bad Chadders!'
Mairèad just sighs, her shoulders sagging, and shakes her head. "Please go 'way. I don' wanna figh' wiff ye an' I don' wanna feel bad t'nigh'. Kin ye save this fer some ovver time?"
Chadley 's fist clenches, his nails digging into the table as it does.
Stehl says: Tell me, what time would be good? Doubt you'll listen at any time.
Mairèad says: ...jest no' t'nigh', please.
Stehl says: He'll be fixed with the power of LOVE and FRIENDSHIP.
Stehl fistpumps.
Mairèad says: I'll listen t'ye t'morrow. We kin talk 'bout i' firs' fin' in th' mornin'. Promise.
Mairèad says: I'll even buy ye breakfas'.
Chadley says: Are you just looking for a fight?
Stehl says: No. I'm not.
Chadley says: Then why do you continue to antagonize me.
Stehl says: Came here to fix something. Didn't know you'd even be here. Then I came here for water and you two just started whining about how I'm so mean and just going to be a jerk.
Chadley says: You can walk away at any time.
Stehl says: NOW I'm antagonizing you two because maybe, just maybe, it's possible that I'll be nice if people are nice to me!
Mairèad says: ...'m tryin' t'be nice. I wanna be nice. 'm...'m sorry, Mr. Stehl.
Stehl says: You want to be nice, but you- No.
Chadley says: Look. We're just here to relax. We'll shut up, and you can ignore us.
Stehl says: But you start out by assuring him I'm here to ruin his weekend.
Chadley says: Enough!
Stehl says: No! You've already pissed in my delightful breakfast!
Mairèad says: I'm -sorry-. A'righ'?
Mairèad says: I didn' mean t'git mad atcha. Ye were righ' before 'bout a lotta fin's, bu' I'd rilly rather jest have a good nigh' na' an' talk 'bout i' la'er.
Chadley says: Look. Apologies everywhere. Now please. Stop upsetting her.
Stehl grabs a chair and pulls it up, "Apology accepted."
Stehl is totally in a chair.
Chadley boggles at Stehl.
You blink at Stehl.
Mairèad says: ...hi.
Chadley says: I- what. No.
Stehl kicks up his feet, "How'd raptor wrasslin' go?"
Chadley says: We didn't say--
Mairèad says: ...wen' good. We killed a big red fin'...me dad go' mind controlled.
Mairèad says: Bu' he go' be'er.
Chadley says: Mairead, stop talking to him!
Stehl says: Excuse me.
You blink at Chadley.
Stehl says: I'm trying to hold a conversation.
You blink at Stehl.
Stehl says: Thank you.
Chadley says: No.
Mairèad says: A--
Chadley says: No, I'm not fucking putting up with this.
Mairèad drops her head to the table with another thonk and groans, covering her head with her hands.
Chadley stands, ignoring the chaos upstairs. He stares down at Stehl. "I aksed you nicely. Get the hell out."
Mairèad says: Chad, please--
Stehl says: I'm not leaving, though.
Stehl nods at Chadley, flashing a thumb's up.
You begin to groan.
Chadley kicks the leg of Stehl's chair. "Get up!"
Mairèad hears the kicking and the yelling and sighs. "Chad, please don' antagernize him anymore. Please, he kin stay."
Stehl 's chair tips to the side dangerously, before he manages to balance it the right way, "You heard the lady. Don't antagernize me. I can stay."
Mairèad says: ...please don' make fun 'a th' way I talk, Mr. Stehl.
Stehl says: ... I'm not.
Mairèad says: ...
Chadley kicks the chair leg again. "No, Mairead. I'm not putting up with this."
Mairèad says: ...he's gunna kick yer arse if ye keep doin' tha'. I kin't stop him wiff jest one good arm.
Mairèad is still thonked.
Chadley says: Then let it be between the two of us.
Stehl almost tips over again, "Chair'll break if you keep that up."
Mairèad says: ...fine. Come an' find me in Stormwind when yer done, if ye kin walk.
Chadley doesn't let the chair fall back down. He kicks it over -again-, mid-tilt.
Mairèad stands, looking at Chadley almost tearfully, and walks out of the bar, towards the flight masters.
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