Generica (Team Potato Tree, Thread III)

[LazyJoe]

Jack briefly considered saying 'fair enough' and walking out the door, but his ego compelled him to stay. He knew he should have traded his ego for sherbert...

'I would ask how you know my name, but I'm pretty well-known to most scum like yourself. However, since you do know my name, you'll also know that threats don't mean a thing to me. I make them, not take them.'

He paused for a second to think about pie, then faced the casual young man.

'Where's Kuro?'

[TamerBill]

"He's dead, not that it's any of your business. Shouldn't you be off enacting sociopolitical change somewhere? Or have you failed miserably at that already?"

[Yuki Akuma]

Danny blink blinks at the retreating tailor. "Yeah, okay, I'm going to guess he worships Senna. Most Sennanites are pretty hyperactive when it comes to clothing..."

Danny leans up against a wall. "Hey, buddy, do you think you could take my measurements so I can get something done? I'm technically on a mission right now."

[Gengy]

"I figured that was a good bet," Hicchup murmurs when Danny offers his opinion on the tailor's choice of deity.

[LazyJoe]

Jack looked shrewdly at the young man.

'Your name wouldn't be a colour, would it?'

[TamerBill]

The man shrugs. "That depends on who you ask. My name's Simon Hikari, but you probably know me better... as Blue."

[LazyJoe]

(Current music: Eastender's end credits)

'... didn't you die?'

[TamerBill]

"To you and yours? Not likely. Incidentally, I don't suppose you'd agree to backstab your half-orc friend for us? It would save a lot of hassle."

[Don Beegles]

Jimito waits out side with the little badger-whale. You know, after you get past the teeth, the claws, and the fact that he's an unholy fusion of Cetacean and Mustelid, the little guy's actually kind of cute. "I guess it's just you and me until Papa Jack gets back, eh Genghis?" He kneels in front of the beast and ruffle shis dorsal fin playfully, nattering away in a stupid babyvoice that only serves to aggravate the baby and make the one using the voice look like a moron. Who's a cute little boy; are you a cute little boy Gengy? yes, you're a cute little boy."

[LazyJoe]

'Just how much reward are we talking here?'

[TamerBill]

Blue shrugs again "A couple of diamonds? I've got an unused membership for the local strip club too, if that helps."

[LazyJoe]

'You see, the art of bargaining is knowing how much the customer needs the product or service, and extorting that need to its fullest extent. Hicchup's death is worth more to you than a couple of diamonds and a membership to 'Wobbly Wenches' based on the fact that you couldn't defeat him last time you battled. It's funny to think that a little kid who likes to roll around on a gym matt from time to time and doesn't know what a brothel is managed to kick the scrawny half-orc's ass, yet you didn't even scratch him. Doesn't that make you feel the littlest bit inadequate?'

[TamerBill]

"In favourable conditions, my brother took him to within an inch of his life. The only thing that stopped me killing the aforementioned scrawny kid last time we fought was a god showing up. Shouldn't you be the one feeling inadequate, since all you're good for is losing at card games?"

[LazyJoe]

'Who do you think summoned the god?' Jack said smugly.

[TamerBill]

"You can't claim credit for chance!"

[LazyJoe]

'I have done on many occasions, and will continue to do so.'

[TamerBill]

"Your lack of prowess aside, how's the mission going? Do you actually think you can make a republic in two days or are you just stalling for time while you find some way of getting strong enough to defeat us?"

[Yuki Akuma]

Danny continues waiting (im)patiently, while talking to Nixon. Assuming he did, indeed, follow them ehre. "Hey, Nix, do you know where Jack usually goes to gather information?"

[TamerBill]

Nixon is busy running through the racks of highly-flammable clothes, but pauses his bull-in-a-china-shop-where-the-china-is-explosive act to answer Danny's question.

"Ooh, ooh, I know this one! Jack looks for information in pubs! He goes to the Cringing Eunuch and the Elaborate Weasel and the Irregular Hexagon and lots of others! Jack has lots of friends."

Meanwhile, the tailor comes running back in, pausing momentarily to cast a measurement-scanning spell on Danny before exiting again, muttering something about 'Dwarven Anticloth'.

[Yuki Akuma]

Danny nods his head. "Shoulda known. Right then. Now to visit said pubs in no particular order!" He waves to Hicchup. "Seeya later. C'mon, Nix."

[Gengy]

"Wait, Danny! Your sister would never forgive me if..." Hicchup isn't fast enough to warn Danny away from the pubs, and his voice trails off. Sighing, he pulls out Howard, a note of boredom in his voice. "My bookish friend, do you have any information on conjuration magic, and local spell casters who specialize in such? I've an idea forming in my skull..."

[TamerBill]

"Conjuration: the magic of creating, summoning, calling, moving and manifesting. Jack has some knowledge of conjuration, though I assume that you are already aware of this and ignoring him due to lack of faith in his ability. There are many spellcasters for hire throughout the city, including those who specialise in conjuration; may I ask what you had in mind?"

[Yuki Akuma]

Danny, trotting along towards the Cringing Eunuch, also has conjuration abilities, bot that anyone cares.

[Gengy]

"I need to talk with Kuro. And if he's alive and hiding, it'll take a powerful summoner to speak with him. If he's dead and rotting... I'll need a summoner for his body, and a necromancer for speaking with him. There are, of course, a few problems that I haven't worked out yet, so I'm reluctant to speak more on it." Hicchup finds a chair in the tailor shop and sits, waiting, Howard in his hands.

[LazyJoe]

(Sorry peeps, I've been... er... 'celebrating' my return home with some friends since Friday, but everything's sober... I mean, everything's okay now.)

'Huh? Oh, the republic. Er... yeah, everything's going fine. Tippity-top. Although, it is a pretty stupid idea and I never agreed to it in the first place. If only there were some person I could leak information to, like the whereabouts of the committee and when they meet...'

(Lying Through Teeth: 3, 4, 1 + 3 = 11)

[TamerBill]

Jack's Perspective (and Jimito's, sort of, although he's not really doing anything)

"Not buying it, I'm afraid. Not at all. Look, I grow tired of this inane banter. Personally, I'm in favour of just taking you all on again, but whatever your pint-sized friend said to Deaglan it's apparently got him convinced, so I'm not allowed to make a move until your days are up. I'd advise not wasting them."

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Hicchup's Perspective

Hicchup's musings are interrupted as the tailor returns, hauling in a half-orc-sized manequin.

"Found it! Here, how about this? I believe it fulfils all of your requirements, while also being reasonably priced and environmentally friendly."

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Danny and Nixon's Perspective

Following Nixon's directions to the Cringing Eunuch, Danny is probably dismayed to find that he has been led to the embassy of somewhere called Eunicia instead. No-one ever said Nixon was the world's best navigator (except that mug he stole off a sailor) but this is a little too off....

[Yuki Akuma]

Danny hmms for a while, then steps inside. Looking for the nearest person, he speaks! "Hey there. Has someone drawn the Throne card in here recently, transforming the Cringing Eunuch into the Embassy of Eunicia? Please tell me it wasn't Jack."

[TamerBill]

The flunky Danny stops sniffs at his question.

"I couldn't possibly divulge issues of state in such a casual manner. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have several banana martinis is prepare for the recently-crowned King of Eunicia in what used to be the bar of the Cringing Eunuch."

[Yuki Akuma]

Danny pauses for a moment, then grins. "Thanks! D'you know where the king is at the moment? I'm sort of his... political advisor." Hey, it was the best he could come up with on such short notice.

[Gengy]

Hicchup, after what seems like weeks, finally recovers from his awe.

"Good master tailor, it is though you have read my mind! And to see it in my size as well, you a truely a marvel, a marvel!"

Hicchup finds a dressing room and dons the clothes, coming out to look at himself in the mirror.

"Well, it is not that I am vain, but I do believe that I have just be reshelved under a new label of well dressed." Hicchup twists and turns in front of the mirror, thoroughly satisfied. "What do you think, Howard?"