Marty glares at him. "Veirzt...you stay away from my family. You've broken enough of my bones to make me not trust you with my daughter, wife, or anything else of mine."
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Marty glares at him. "Veirzt...you stay away from my family. You've broken enough of my bones to make me not trust you with my daughter, wife, or anything else of mine."
Vierzt stifles a laugh.
You're really having a baby?
Marty guffaws. "No, I'm going to raise a sack of freaking potatoes. Vierzt...you're not too smart are you?" He laughs a bit at his brother-in-law.
Vierzt shrugs. Figures you would put a potato seed in my sister... kinky elves.
Marty frowns. "Um...you're a creep...Ew...that's disgusting...ew." Hw makes a disgusted face and shudders a bit.
Vierzt smirks. You said it yourself. You impregnated my Sister with something. What kind of baby you seeded her with is the confusion here..
Marty gives Vierzt the ultimate "You are a creep" look. He then facepalms. "It's not your business...my daughter is not your business."
Oh, great. Should "Little Elf" just be killed now? Save the drow some time?
They hate half-breeded bastards.
Marty's face shifts to rage and he runs forward to Vierzt to flip him onto a table. "Are you threatening my family?!"
Whoa! Vierzt is flipped onto the table with a thud. He hops up and perches like a bird on another table.
'Course not! I'm saying it would be safer for T'rissylene. The drow don't like crossbreeding, especially with elves. If there's no baby, there's no danger. I'm saying it would just be eaier to toss it into AMEN's volcano, or even AMEN itself. Vierzt looks at Marty suspiciously.
Unless you're trying to get her killed?
Marty growls at Veirzt. "Of course NOT! I will have a family, and no horrid dark elves are going to stop that! You horrid person! You'd kill a baby?! Do you have a heart?!"
Vierzt puts his hands up in a "calm-down-man" sort of way.
I'm not heartless. I'm just practical! It'll take off the stress of some baby, and keep Sis safe.
He shrugs.
If you want two girls to die, fine. Do you even have a hospital?
"Good lord, boys, stop!" Gelley says, stepping between the two elves and looking between them. She seems upset with this sudden turn of events. "Vierzt, you don't know any of that! Stop saying such awful things! And both of you, just stop... bothering each-other!" She's less than angry with the two of them. Gelley was never very good at getting angry.
You're wrong here, Divey. All of what I'm saying is true. Vierzt shrugs and turns to stare hatefully at Marty.
Marty glares just as hatefully before walking to him menacingly. Vierzt, I love her. Shut your mouth you little coward...
I love her too. It'd be safer without a child... You Want her to die?
Vierzt stays perched on the table, but flexes his toes, ready to jump if necessary.
Marty growls and clenches his fists. "No! I love my family! Trissy and I are a family, and we want a child...it's our family, not yours!"
But is getting a child worth all the danger? Get an abortion.
Vierzt snorts. Why do you want a kid anyways? And where would the thing come out?
"Vierzt, no. Stop being disgusting! We want a child! We want a family. We won't be in danger, the drow think she's dead. We're happy. Stop it!" He glares and makes a grossed out face.
Vierzt glares. Dead, huh? Fine. Still why do you want a half-breed? And where would the bastard be delivered?
"I'm a half-elf! My daughter is not a bastard you horrid drow!" Marty then tries to punch Vierzt in the face.
Vierzt is punched! He rubs his nose.
Oh, so it's a triple bastard, Vierzt snarls.
Half-drow, quarter-elf, quarter-human. Great.
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"Vierzt!" He'll then try to grapple Vierzt and smash him against the wall.
Rrr! Vierzt growls, and grapples with his brother-in-law.
Kill the baby and everything is fine!
Vierzt will then try and shove Marty against a table and step back away from the elf.
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"Hey. If you two are going to fight, then take it outside. Otherwise, just shut up." Maiden's still at the bar, now lamenting the apparent lack of a shotgun behind the counter.
Marty growls, "I own this inn! Who are you?" Marty calms himself and turns his back to Vierzt.
Vierzt smirks.
Should I call the abortionist?
Marty ignores Vierzt.
Vierzt will try and creep behind Marty, towards the stairs where Trissy is.
"New bartender. And owner or not, you're going to scare patrons away if you carry on like this." Aiden ignores Vierzt's comment.