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[A sigh! He at least seems comfortable enough twirling it around.]
You'd think so, wouldn't you? Unfortunately, I'm without access to my weapons.
[And the dick swords are pretty funny but! They are too light for solo practice... so here he is.]
You'd think so, wouldn't you? Unfortunately, I'm without access to my weapons.
[And the dick swords are pretty funny but! They are too light for solo practice... so here he is.]
You..."hold". Ah, so its like you're gifted these by your gods.
[An interesting system, they think. Not something achieved through hard work, necessarily, but more like a recognition of power.]
Though the way you say it makes it sound like you've been claimed.
[An interesting system, they think. Not something achieved through hard work, necessarily, but more like a recognition of power.]
Though the way you say it makes it sound like you've been claimed.
Yes, exactly.
[He'd be happy to demonstrate, but. Alas.
He smiles at the second comment, but there's something wry to it; not quite annoyance, something tiptoeing close to it.]
It does kind of sound that way... but believe me, they're hardly that interested in simple mortals.
[He'd be happy to demonstrate, but. Alas.
He smiles at the second comment, but there's something wry to it; not quite annoyance, something tiptoeing close to it.]
It does kind of sound that way... but believe me, they're hardly that interested in simple mortals.
[He stares at Douman for a long minute, then tips his head back, laughing.]
Ahaha... yes, you're right. It most certainly would be. [He's still smiling when he stops laughing, shaking his head. He's still holding the chair leg, god.] It's almost a shame you found your Master.
Ahaha... yes, you're right. It most certainly would be. [He's still smiling when he stops laughing, shaking his head. He's still holding the chair leg, god.] It's almost a shame you found your Master.
Ahahaha. Hahaha. Almost a shame?
[And Douman steps forward to grasp the man by the shoulder - their eyes are big and wide and ever so dark, like holes.]
Do you want me all to yourself, Tartaglia? To share in the feeling of wanting to whet your appetite on a god?
[And Douman steps forward to grasp the man by the shoulder - their eyes are big and wide and ever so dark, like holes.]
Do you want me all to yourself, Tartaglia? To share in the feeling of wanting to whet your appetite on a god?
[Easily, casually, he rolls his shoulder out of Douman's grip. Your fingerclaws, buddy. At least he doesn't seem to be too bothered by the proximity.]
Well, I can't deny that it's a little lonely to be on my own, here. [Is that a yes or no??] But you share the interests of someone important to me. If we had a way home, I'd introduce you in a heartbeat.
Well, I can't deny that it's a little lonely to be on my own, here. [Is that a yes or no??] But you share the interests of someone important to me. If we had a way home, I'd introduce you in a heartbeat.
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