[open] Probably not too bad.

[convictionary]

Who: Gaius and various other people are doing supply runs! Yeah!
When: Ambiguously timed supply shit going on over, let's say, the past four days (so 4/10 to 4/14)!
Where: In the middle of nowhere!
What: There's supply transporting up the yin yang over here!
Rating: None, but it might end up raunchy for all I know! I don't know why I went with the exclamation points but it felt right!

A:

So, what do you think? [Muttered. In case the hero next to him didn't get what Gaius meant a head was inclined towards their employer, Constance, who was fluttering about like a Canadian goose: nasty, vicious, and loud.]

B:

[And that was when Gaius turned to the person next to him and asked:] So, you got any idea where we are?

[A dark wind was starting to howl, with the promise of weather that wasn't quite a storm, but it would still be unpleasant.]

C:

[There had been a dramatic fight between them and bandits which was very heroic and dramatic. It was so fucking badass. I mean, seriously. Everyone did all sorts of cool shit, even the bandits, and this would go on describing that wonder and glory but...look, it would just be intimidating if it did. Just believe in it being heroic.

...]

How much we getting paid, again?

D:

[As a dying on the inside looking Gaius tore into that custard he looked at whatever poor son of a bitch was his dessert partner.] How'd your day go?

[He's kind of dying on the inside right now.]

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[convictionary]

[And the candy cane is handed to him without hesitation. Well, without much hesitation.]

Careful if you try it.

[And that was the hesitation.]

[endoftherepublic]

Oh? [he wasn't planning on trying it, actually, as he accepts the odd sweet. But it would be interesting to hear why.] Why is that?

[convictionary]

Lots of reasons.

[...but okay, here's one.]

There's more important reasons and all, like it'll likely draw every single beast from a mile radius the second somebody licks it, but also because it tastes like...like...

[...]

...like what Gilgamesh's ass probably tastes like. Don't do it. Your mouth'll taste like regret for the next month.

[endoftherepublic]

[Crass. Incredibly so. However, it does get the point across, and Hux arches an eyebrow in reaction. Were he one to sink to such a level, he might make a quip asking how Gaius knows what this man's arse tastes like.

As it is, Hux has no interest in the answer, nor is he the sort to make such a joke. Instead, he only makes an idle humming sound in his throat, considering]

I find it fascinating what they have chosen to make into weaponry here, especially in terms of those that are magical. It is a wide array, and I find the range especially curious.

[candy cane well inspected, he moves to hand it back to Gaius.]

[convictionary]

[And he's going to take the sw- no, calling it a 'sweet' doesn't do the rancid flavor justice. He's going to take the thing back with a nod.]

I've been wondering what they were thinking, seeing...you know, this. [Candy cane gets a twirl for emphasis before he slides it back in place.] Were whoever made it just drunk one night and thought, "You know what would be funny?" Were they bored? For every normal weapon - you know, a sword - there's some real strange one like this out there. My old roommate had a mirror.