GLoG XIV: Where Bad Puns Go To Die.

[Ashen Lilies]

<Why do I get the feeling you're looking for something to steal?>

[celtois]

<I'm looking for somebody to help fix zoes scales actually. If I can't find anybody then I'll start looking for stuff to steal. >

[Mee]

Zoe is tagging along, glad that she can understand them fully.
<Isn't stealing . . . bad?>

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt will follow Marley to the infirmary, sort of panic slightly when he sees Happy there, reaffirm to her that he's going to "fix it all", and stay there for the time being.

[Ashen Lilies]

Two floating security drones appear behind Xavier.
Rootmenu>Verbalcommands>Warnings> Theft will be punished by imprisonment, finger-breaking, and fluffy cushions.

[celtois]

<Yes it is Zoe yes it is.> I'm not stealing anything yet. Just trying to find someone to help Zoe here.

[Mee]

<Oh.>
She says, somewhat saddened.
<Then don't, please?>

[celtois]

<I suppose I won't if you don't want me to Zoe.>
(Xavier is a thief it is in his nature. He just won't steal around Zoe)

[Mee]

((I know that. As long as she doesn't catch him. ))
<Thank you.>
She smiles, then follows him some more.
Not that he's moving.

[celtois]

< I don't think there is anybody here that can help you Zoe. That or you scared them all off.>

[Mee]

She sighs, that being a touchy subject. The whole, scaring of people.
So, being busy sighing, she doesn't answer.

[Ashen Lilies]

<I've got 22 feet and several tons on Zoe. If they were scared of dragons, it would have happened by now. Everyone's just deadtimed is all.>

[Mee]

Zoe nods, agreeing with KidKris's character who's name escapes me.
And then she deadtimes.
Sadly.
Goodnight.

[celtois]

Deadtime here.

<I am aware of that. I was making a reference to her menacing me into not stealing anything.>

[Vespe Ratavo]

Some men in construction worker looking clothes walk in, carrying a very large package on a dolly. They open the box in the kitchen, and set up what's inside. And what's inside is a Nuka-Cola machine, designed to dispense Nuka-Cola and all derivatives thereof for free.

Butler will be very pleased.

[celtois]

Xavier starts READing his how to speak draconic book

[Ashen Lilies]

<It appears the thief knows how to read after all.>

Yes, this is in Draconic.

[celtois]

<Of course I know how to read. What do you want?>

[Ashen Lilies]

The writing in the book shifts again.

You wish to protect Alek, yes?

[celtois]

Yes I do. Your the same person who did this with my menu aren't you?

[Ashen Lilies]

I am. And I'm here to help. Alek's insanity and annoying habit of mindfraking everyone he comes across has gained him many enemies, but he must not be allowed to die, if the universe is to live.

[celtois]

So what do you want me to do? I'm assuming your here for a reason. Well contacting me for a reason.

[Ashen Lilies]

The sad truth is, Alek has many more enemies than allies. I intend to even the scales a little bit. Sadly, my current form is hardly ideal for fending off foes, so I need you to steal something for me. A reagent, to go to breaking my curse.

[celtois]

So you want me to go steal it. Hmm..I'm listening. Tell me more about this job.

[Ashen Lilies]

The object is an orb, containing a fragment of my soul, hoarded by a sect of paladins. It will be difficult to steal it, and discovery would result in certain death or imprisonment.

[celtois]

Sounds interesting to say the least. I suppose I'll go. Hey helping Alek and bugging paladins at the same time. What isn't there to like.

[Ashen Lilies]

Good. I hope you don't have a burning compulsion for 'working alone', because this is not a mission that can be achieved by one person. I will contact you again when I have assembled the rest of the team. Oh, and it's on a low tech world, so you may have to leave that pistol of yours behind.

[celtois]

Fair enough. Just try and keep it smaller. The more people the harder it is to be stealthy. I'll leave it behind that's fine. Not like we will be fighting anyways.Just tell me when it is time.

[Ashen Lilies]

The book shifts, becoming a normal page entitled:

Chapter 3: Traditional Greetings.

[celtois]

Xavier keeps reading into a deadtime