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Who: Kain (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ordealer) and Estinien (dragoonage)
When: After the war and/or Teddy's gift spree.
Where: A pub, named something like the Three-Legged Duck (locally known as the Dicky Ducky)
What: After war report with...other shit going on! Maybe some nuktuk shade throwing depending on timing.
Rating: Probably the generic PG-13 that most logs here seem to hit, upgraded accordingly as things go on.
[So the Three-Legged Duck wouldn't have been Kain's first choice, but he was suspecting that the entire damn country was void of anything he'd consider his choice. He was willing to settle. He also wasn't wearing his uniform because like hell he was going to reveal that he was a Hero given recent events.
As trivia night unfurled about them (subject being their fellow Heroes) like a flag he turned to Estinien, who Kain either ran into in the process of satiating his craving for an ale and a quieter corner or ran into at the pub but either way was alright enough people that the details don't matter, and asked the obvious question.] So, what did you get?
[This would likely segue into shop talk, but...well, given the gifting spree it was a good question.]
ordealer) and Estinien (dragoonage)When: After the war and/or Teddy's gift spree.
Where: A pub, named something like the Three-Legged Duck (locally known as the Dicky Ducky)
What: After war report with...other shit going on! Maybe some nuktuk shade throwing depending on timing.
Rating: Probably the generic PG-13 that most logs here seem to hit, upgraded accordingly as things go on.
[So the Three-Legged Duck wouldn't have been Kain's first choice, but he was suspecting that the entire damn country was void of anything he'd consider his choice. He was willing to settle. He also wasn't wearing his uniform because like hell he was going to reveal that he was a Hero given recent events.
As trivia night unfurled about them (subject being their fellow Heroes) like a flag he turned to Estinien, who Kain either ran into in the process of satiating his craving for an ale and a quieter corner or ran into at the pub but either way was alright enough people that the details don't matter, and asked the obvious question.] So, what did you get?
[This would likely segue into shop talk, but...well, given the gifting spree it was a good question.]
LAUGHS and i understand... they're Important for some reason
Hm, I'd still prefer it to be my looks. [ That's not quite true; he supposes it's a good thing for a country to be so free of war that they see heroes in a shining light when they come. ] That only leads me to wonder what kind of wards previous heroes here may have fought. These weapons come from someone else, correct?
[ Spetsaren is really the only thing he's found intriguing here. Of course, he'd only take an interest in what he knows. ]
Weh!!! Or, given the shared FF base canon... ... ...kweh? Kweh! Whines on warkgate.
...
...he took out his shutter shades. Yes, there was a hesitation there. There was a pause in which he asked himself if he really wanted to pull them out - would they not be happier if they pretended like those things didn't exist? No, wouldn't he, Kain, be happier if he pretended like he hadn't been issued a pair of shutter shades which are, adding insult to injury, actually rather useful?]
They've served me better than the spear I was given, as sad as it is to say.
[Which wasn't why he pulled them out, but as he set them on the counter they seemed to glow ever so slightly in the dim illumination of the bar, but maybe it was their imagination. Anyway-] I've been wondering that myself given the types of weapons myself and others have been given. They've been rather...unique.
[Unique being the polite way of saying, "What the fuck were their artificers thinking when they made half of this holy shit."]
KWEHHHHHHH 1/2
except it shouldn't be possible for estinien to see out of his normal helmet anyway so maybe he shouldn't be shit talking ]
2/2
Well, at least they're... [ He's waving a hand aimlessly as he tries to come up with a fitting word. There are none. He can't think of anything positive about them, at all. ] ...easy to wear?
[ Nailed it. ]
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You totally did.
Look at them glow.] They're...functional. [He's not even going to try to be polite.] And I question the smith who decided that they were an apt weapon, more so the smith who deemed them a fitting object to be functional.
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What is their purpose? [ He's going to tap at the side of one with a finger. ] Do you fling them at your nearest foe and hope they blind them with... whatever this is?
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They can make individuals dance against their will. Men, beasts... [...
Is that guy still staring at them?
...yes, yes he is.]
I could show you. [He really probably shouldn't. He really should be good and say no. He is a knight. The honor of Baron is at stake even if he's foresworn Baron. And yet that man staring at them.
And yet.
It's kind of tempting.]
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On the other hand, no man should have that power. ]
As long as I'm not the one to be dancing.
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[This is a really bad idea and he knows this, but he's going to blame it on the alcohol.]
If I do we'd likely best be prepared to leave, and do so quickly. [We gonna do this bro? This is such a bad idea. And yet. And yet.]
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It's tempting. It'd be funny. But the knightly side of him weighs more than the bitter side. It's possible the man is just admiring them for being so heroic. It doesn't feel great, but it's not like they should make him suffer for it.
Though he'd like to. ]
I've a better idea. [ He's giving a nearby stool a sharp kick, and his sleeping dragon is suddenly toppling out of it. ] We'll give him something to stare at, instead.
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You're a better man than I. [Not as if that's hard. Either way, he put on the shutter shades- pushed them up as an afterthought, and then they started to play...
Yes, music, while the dragon started to dance.]
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That's something to debate later on. Where is that accursed music even coming from?
[ By the Fury, this is probably the most ridiculous thing he's ever seen. The glasses alone were bad enough. At one point he has to grab the dragon so that it doesn't fall off of the chair it's dancing on. ]
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[Fuck if he knows, in other words.] I've yet to find anything they don't work on. So long as they live, they can dance.
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Well. That seems to be an ideal distraction, I suppose. [ Though he can't say that he's jealous. He's struggling to find anything really astounding about it, even if it seems useful.
...
It pains him to even admit that to himself. ] All you need to do is play a little tune for your enemies, no stabbing required.