[Nexus] The Black Dragon's Den XI

[Reinholdt]

"If you don't want clothes, we don't have to go."

Reinholdt says, leading the way to Mallside all the same.

[lord pringle]

Flynn goes and sits down at the bar and orders himself a fairly nice glass of beer. He's half-singing a song about AMEN to himself and flipping through an old book.

[Hattish Thing]

Ritz Mckane enters the tavern clad in his Sunday Finest, which is composed of a pin-striped 1920's era suit with an orange vest. He essentially looks exactly like him, but with an orange vest instead of red, and albino skin, and he keeps a very classy pencil mustache. His left arm is also missing, the suit sleeve pinned to his shoulder. As the Gangster walks into the tavern, he moves over to the bartender, looking to see if one's nearby. Ey. My name's Ritzy Mckane. Where is the owner of this fiiine establishment? I have a business proposition for him.

[Beans]

Flynn goes and sits down at the bar and orders himself a fairly nice glass of beer. He's half-singing a song about AMEN to himself and flipping through an old book.

A rather strange, er... lady... scuttles in, her weird spidery leg-things clicking as she takes a seat one seat away from Flynn. She looks the man over (what's he look like?) with her large, glossy yellow eyes.

[lord pringle]

Flynn looks up from his drink and swivels around on the chair. "Hey," he says to the mysterious spider lady.

[Beans]

Flynn looks up from his drink and swivels around on the chair. "Hey," he says to the mysterious spider lady.

Hello. She blinks, tilting her head a little and looking him over. She seems a little shy, a bit quiet.

[lord pringle]

Hello. She blinks, tilting her head a little and looking him over. She seems a little shy, a bit quiet.

Flynn sets his book down and says, "Want me to buy you a drink?"

[Beans]

She smiles a little, toying with the edge of her overlong sleeve. That would be very kind of you.

[lord pringle]

He orders a beer. "Is that okay with you?"

[Beans]

She accepts it readily, nodding. Thank you very much... what is your name?

[lord pringle]

"Name's Flynn. What's yours?" He smiles and puts a bookmark in his book.

[Beans]

My name is Nefila. It is nice to meet you. She smiles back, sipping her beer.

[lord pringle]

"Nice to meet you too. So, what do you do for a living?" Flynn takes a long sip of his beer.

[Beans]

She blinks. A living? I... don't suppose that I have that. I was banished from my hive yesterday.

[lord pringle]

She blinks. A living? I... don't suppose that I have that. I was banished from my hive yesterday.

Wow, this is awkward. Flynn grimaces and says, "Oh." He takes a sip and offers, "Maybe I could get you a job where I work?"

[Beans]

She smiles again, nodding.
That would be very kind, thank you... where do you work?

[lord pringle]

"Oh, I work at AMEN. I haven't been there in a while though. I went and got this baby." Flynn punctuates his statement by tapping his book.

[Beans]

What is AMEN? And what is in that book?

[lord pringle]

"AMEN is a..." Flynn pauses for a second to come up with a response that doesn't make him sound like Snidely Whiplash. "...Political entity, so mostly we do a lot of planning." At the mention of the book, he beams. "This is Jamison Kingston's personal diary! This book has passed through six alternate realities to get here and contains some of the most advanced magic theory and monster hunting techniques known to man! And now, it's all mine! Mwahahaha!" His evil laughter is interrupted when he sneezes. "Sorry, allergies."

[Beans]

A... political entity, I see. I think it would be good to have a job there. She nods, seemingly unfazed by his theatrics.

[lord pringle]

"Yeah, most of the people there are pretty nice." He says finishing his drink. "There are a couple jerks, but you know, when aren't there?

[Beans]

She nods, sipping her beer again. In any group, there are a few undesirables... though I wonder if that makes me an undesirable, seeing as I was in fact banished.

[lord pringle]

"I doubt it. You seem pretty nice to me." He orders himself another drink.

[Beans]

She smiles gently. That is very kind, but I have the tattoos to prove it---the yellow markings on my legs, among other things, are not natural.

[lord pringle]

"And how does being banished make you a bad person? How do you know they aren't the bad people?" Flynn asks.

[Beans]

She thinks. That is true, but could not both I and my Hive be unpleasant?

[lord pringle]

"Well, I think you're nice enough. So, unless you have some dark secret you aren't telling me, I think they're the jerks." Flynn takes another drink.

[Beans]

She giggles softly, still sipping her drink. Well, thank you.

[lord pringle]

"You're welcome." He finishes off the second glass.

[Beans]

Where is AMEN, and what sort of work would I be doing there?