[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXXXVI

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt's ears droop a little.
"Oh... that's... sad to hear." Disappointing even.
Everything was so much sadder here! Reinholdt kinda wanted to go back.

[Artemis97]

Raril shrugs. "Yeah. It'd be nice if I could trust him, like a real brother, but... no. Too much has happened between us. Once, it wasn't so bad. Not always there for one another, but it was almost to where I could rely on him. At least, I could've trusted him not to turn on us too badly. But even that didn't last long." The drow sighs and realizes he's rambling. He waves a hand, dismissing the whole train of thought. "That was a long time ago."


"So, who's this Quinn you mentioned?" He asks, changing the subject. "I've heard that name before somewhere..."

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt is ok with a change in subject. It seems the thing to do. "Oh, back on my timeline she was the head of the major hospital in the area. And was a bit promiscuous if you ask me. Here, if I recall correctly, she's the head of GLoG's Infirmary? I think she's married to Tobias in this timeline. It's kind of hard to keep it all separate."

[Rebonack]

Oh!

Divaonar knows who Quinn is!

She's one of Mother's friends. Apart from that? Nooooo idea.

Though he doesn't speak up. Inturrupting adults is rude. Nor does he poke the lizard again. Because the lizard is talking to someone too! Bluh... Everyone is busy.

...

Time to dump out his back-pack!

Divaonar does just that, legos and plastic dinosaurs and several little matchbox cars spill out. He then begins arranging them, no doubt for an epic battle!

[C'nor]

Harin walks in. Would he recognize Divaonar as one of the people who was talking to Eric earlier?

(Basically, is he still a half-drow or a chimera, whichever he was then)

[ThirdEmperor]

Originally Posted by Zefir

I don't know what you mean with small, but I assume for the lizard it will be very big. And suddendly he stops running away in panic glancing at the rabbit. he answers him in his own rabbit speech or whatever he just used.

"Miscreant. Excuse me long ear, but you sem to have made a mistake. I'm no Miscreant and now let me free."

"Then why yoo running, lizard? Gooilty people always run." The rabbit says, twitching it's nose suspiciously, one ear raised. This lizard just stunk of illegality. It was probably a rumrunner or a hitman or a kneecapper or any one of a million kinds of miscreant lawbreakers.

[Rebonack]

Divaonar is, at present, half-drow.

Playing with legos when your hands are big paw/talons really doesn't work that well. They just aren't capable of the fine motor skills needed to put a lego gun in a mini-figure's hands and have him ride around on top of a match-box convertible.

The youth is pretty absorbed in his game at the moment, though there's a pretty good chance that just speaking to him will get his attention.

Divaonar is much like his mother in that regard, always ready and willing to chat with people about... pretty much anything really.

But for now?

For now Mordon The Magnificent needs to thwart Doctor E-Vile's dastardly plot to turn the whole ocean into peach custard!

[C'nor]

(I think that's what he was. Let me know if he wasn't.)

Harin will walk over to him, and say, unless stopped, "Hi. You know that guy you were talking to earlier, the one you told to get the Silver Key? You wouldn't happen to know how to get in touch with him, would you?"

[Rebonack]

Oh hey!

Talky person!

Divaonar glances up from his play.

"Ummm... Not really, sir," the boy replies in a respectful tone. "He just had some questions and I told him what I knew to help."

He's very helpful!

One of two things will happen now.

Either the fellow will continue to press for information and Divaonar will continue to be clueless or the fellow will do something else and Mordon the Magnificent will be able to save the day again!

[Artemis97]

"Huh." Raril grunts. "Guess people aren't so different."

Harin's going to get a look from the Drow. Any father would be wary of random adults waking up and talking to one's children. And though Raril knows his son is fully capable of defending himself, that didn't mean the drow wasn't fully willing to rip someone to shreds for trying to hurt the boy.

[Gulaghar]

Irril undeadtimes... It's a shame she's asleep. The little half drow girl wearing a full black outfit and a bandit's mask is sitting at a table, slumped over it in her sleep. She snores quietly. It's all rather cute.

[Reinholdt]

"For... some definitions." Reinholdt says.
There were some major differences.

She glances at the drow kids.
"They yours?"

[Rotting Baron]

Originally Posted by Dark Apprentice

Ashley smiles a little, and leans a little towards the thief as she puts an arm around her. "Yeah, that's a pretty good thing."

Repost for FireFox.

[Artemis97]

A proud smile crosses Raril's face. "Yeah. Mine and Zee's. Who I really should be looking for." A pang of guilt struck the drow. "I'm sorry. It's been nice talking with you, but I have some pressing business to attend to."

[Reinholdt]

"Zee?" Reinholdt looks really surprised!
Oh well. No time for that now.
"Oh. I'm sorry for holding you up. Please, go ahead." Fez Hat kitty steps aside.

[Rebonack]

Especially if they're weird random adults!

But...

That probably could be used to describe most anyone in the Nexus. Just that sort of place honestly.

Divaonar doesn't get a reply so he returns to playing with toys. Because toys are great! Way more fun than playing with torn up Deep One bits, that's for sure.

"Hey Father?" he pipes up. "Do you think you could sing a song for us? I haven't heard you sing yet and I'll bet the cat-person would really like to hear one."

If only to compare styles between two different version of Raril. Though no doubt Rein will find the original (from her point of view) much better.

But then Raril talks about business!

Aaww... grown-up business always ruining things.

[Gulaghar]

Irril snorts and stirs. She sits up, blinking groggily at Reinholdt. If she looks in her direction she'll give her a sleepy smile as she peers at her with those big, deep blue eyes of hers. Kitty!

[C'nor]

Harin undeadtimes.

"Oh. Okay then. Well, thanks, I guess..."

He walks out.

[FireFox]

Originally Posted by Dark Apprentice

Ashley smiles a little, and leans a little towards the thief as she puts an arm around her. "Yeah, that's a pretty good thing."

Ally casually leaves her arm around the other woman and drinks her ale. We'll go far, you and I. Do great things.

[Rotting Baron]

Ashley downs the rest of her scotch, and tries to rest her head on Ally's shoulder. "Get unbelievably rich in the process, too. Hopefully, anyway."

[FireFox]

Mm, filthy rich, yeah. She giggles and stares dreamily off into the distance.

[Rotting Baron]

Ashley closes her eyes, clearly comfortable in her current position. "Buy a huge mansion, servants, live like royalty..."

[Artemis97]

Raril sighs. He hadn't wanted to waste time but... One song couldn't hurt, right? And with such a big fan here, too. The drow just had to prove he was every bit as good as his alternate dimension counterpart.

"One song." He says, holding up a slender finger.

The drow walks over towards the tavern's piano and mutters a spell or two. A guitar is summoned, inexplicably floating in mid-air, though those sensitive to magic would notice the spectral hands supporting it. Another pair were standing ready at the keys of the piano. Raril summoned a horn into his own hands and snapped his fingers. Quite suddenly the drow was dressed in a blue pinstripe suit, a fedora perched on his head, an old style microphone appears on a stand in front of him. He smirks and runs a hand along the rim of his hat before taking a hold of the mic and begining his song.

((Music courtesy of Wolfbane))

[FireFox]

Wear the finest clothes and beautiful gems as jewelry... Schmooze with kings and godlings... The thief grins, vividly imagining it all.

[Rotting Baron]

Ashley also smiles, now trying to slide an arm around the thief's waist. "Quite the life to live, I think."

[FireFox]

Ally nods and stays like that in silence for a long while, just enjoying the company. Then she bursts out laughing. Honestly, it would probably get boring after a few months.

[Rotting Baron]

Ashley also laughs for a few seconds. "Yeah, acting all prim and proper would be awful. I doubt I'd even get to practice my spells."

[FireFox]

Oh well, I suppose we can be that crazy kind of rich people, pardon me eccentric kind of rich people, who still work like normal.

[Rotting Baron]

Ashley gives a low chuckle. "I like that idea. Use our vast amounts of money just to get more of it."

[FireFox]

Now that sounds like the perfect life. The thief remembers all the crappy, dangerous jobs she couldn't turn down because she was starving. Then she shakes her head as if to clear it and giggles. Dammit Ash! I need to be focused on the present, not dreaming about the future!