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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 11:08 am
"I got it, I got it… Came the muttered response as Aprife shoved yet another candy bar into his pocket. It was a stroke of luck that the only thing he was carrying today, besides the notebook tucked under his tops, was a pen. Even so, only three bars really fit comfortably. His pants weren't exactly loose and the pockets weren't exactly big, but he somehow wiggled four into each one anyway. They might come out a little smushed, but still very much edible, and at this point, despite himself, the yellowblood had stopped thinking as much about the reward.
Once he was sure he just couldn't fit anything else—Zeffer was the one with this bag, not to mention the idea, he could handle the bulk of it—he folded his sweater back down and waited for the job to be done so they could get out of here. Maybe it was the fact that discarded drink cups weren't sentient, so he supposed they were safe from tattletales. Or maybe he just got too comfortable in watching the bright words on each wrapper blur just a bit as the blueblood zipped them into the backpack. Either way, he forgot to keep an eye out. It probably wouldn't have made a difference, but when the shopkeeper's voice echoed loud and clear and pissed down the snack aisle, his head snapped up and all the blood rushed away from his extremities, leaving that uncomfortable, tingly feeling in his fingers and toes.
"Hu- Wha-" A startled little sound was forced out of him as he stepped awkwardly over his own feet so Zeffer wouldn't yank him straight over. After that wave of ******** feeling had washed over him, it took a minute before his legs wanted to be anything more than jelly, and there was almost a moment he thought he was going to be eating dirty floor tiles even after he was able to untangle them. But surprisingly, be it his own perseverance or Zeffer's powerhouse pulling, Aprife remained on his feet and they were out the door before he could even really see how close that broom-wielding troll looked to busting an artery.
"What the heck are we supposed to do?!" he hissed through the wind and rain. Man, this whole running with a spiral notebook tucked in the front of your pants thing was really uncomfortable. The yellowblood was pretty sure it only made him run slower. That, or the fact that he had to look back every few seconds. "He's not stopping… he's gonna catch us! We gotta lose him around a corner or something!" He could always hope, and there were plenty of dark alleyways to duck into, if one was brave enough to try it. It was amazing, though, how quickly that other blueblood was gaining on them. Why did he even care that much?!
It was a good thing Aprife's shoelaces were soaked and plastered around his shoes, even if he usually had little trouble avoiding them. It would have been a very unfortunate event, tripping on one. Almost as unfortunate as the way he looked back again for the umpteenth time, at just the right moment, so his toe collided with a raised part of the sidewalk. Shouting, he nearly toppled straight over, but was able to just barely catch himself with a few hop-step-stumbles.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 2:33 am
Zeffer seemed pleased enough as Aprife complied with his orders. He probably wouldn't have been pissed otherwise, but it'd been ages since he'd been able to drag someone into his mischief and petty thievery. Lots of trolls wouldn't...other bluebloods refused to stoop to participating in such a crude act, and everyone else was just afraid to get into trouble. It could be pretty dangerous, he supposed...but he was careful which places to target. It was too risky to hit shops that happened to be run by drones. A lot of the bigger food distribution centers were, and dealing with them was risky business. Despite the fact that they were the lowest of the low (as far as society was concerned), they were still functioning adults, and Zeffer had deemed it wise to never attempt to trifle with them if it could be avoided. They were bigger, stronger...capable of whooping a lot of a**, probably, if given the chance.
So, there they were in a much 'safer' place. A lot of smaller shops had teens stationed in them for whatever reason, most of them after the beetles or trying to kill time in a more productive way. The city was always busy, he supposed, and some trolls even opened their own little shops for a short time. The blueblood on their heels seemed pretty old, maybe even on the verge of being able to register for the fleet. Still, all the guy had was a broom, so Zeffer was feeling pretty c**k-sure about the whole thing. He'd wiggled out of tighter spots than the one they were in, and he almost didn't seem to care at all with the way he was laughing as they fled down the sidewalk.
Aprife's panicked statements barely seemed to register as his eyes darted up along the way. The yellowblood was right, the b*****d didn't seem like he was about to stop, nor had he slowed down in the least. On the contrary, he was screaming and squawking like an overgrown flutterbeast back there, waving his broom and shouting every curse he could think of. Zeffer was a little surprised they weren't attracting more attention, but glad all the same. It would be easy for someone to come to their pursuer's aid, but thankfully most trolls were content with minding their own business.
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry! Up ahead, see!" he pointed hurriedly to what he hoped would be their escape route; an alleyway to the left of the sidewalk. They were close, and about the time Zeffer saw fit to crank up his speed, he found that Aprife was no longer at his side. Even worse, he'd nearly managed to faceplant after stumbling on a crack. No more than a second went by before the enraged shopkeep was on the yellowblood. He landed a couple of brutal swats to the side of the youngster's body, but before he could strike again, Zeffer was darting back to help. He grabbed onto the Aprife's wrist and hauled him up, once again dragging him toward their destination.
Why -was- the guy so intent on catching them? He still hadn't quit the chase, but it was easier to see why up close; he was covered in snack and soda, some of which busted open when Zeffer knocked the shelf onto him. He probably had a few nice bruises as well, and for that he felt vindictive enough to try and teach the couple of no good punks a lesson for trashing his place. He gave an angry yell as the little criminals attempted to abscond again, and followed them right into the alleyway they'd seen fit to duck into. Looked like a dead end...he put on a nasty grin.
He was met with an equally nasty grin, and Zeffer stepped up without a word, chest puffed, batons buzzing to life as he unhooked them from their places on his belt and flipped them on. They exchanged horrid, icy glares, teeth bared in threatening, grimaced smirks. If the shopkeeper really wanted to take him down, Zeffer wasn't gonna go without a fight. It didn't seem as if his opponent wanted to exchange any more words, because he immediately launched himself at the younger blueblood. With a snarl, Zeffer flew into the fight with equal gusto, and all at once there was a flurry of black and blue, yelps of pain, loud zaps, and heavy blows being landed.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 6:55 pm
Looking back all those times certainly didn't help him when the shopkeep came barreling down, broom raised and threatening. It didn't help him when the blows landed against his side, surprisingly strong for a broom head of all things. The attack had come on so fast that Aprife didn't even have a moment to mourn his mistakes before all that was in his head was 'get away,' over and over like a mantra. The older blueblood got in a few good hits as he stumbled to do just that, shoes slipping against the wet ground. He couldn't get any traction, and the blows kept pushing him heavily towards the sidewalk.
This was exactly what he had feared, and the adrenaline from the adventure only minutes earlier was starting to waver. At least until he looked up and saw he wasn't going to end up culled with a broom, all alone in the middle of a dim, rainy night. His body gave a lurch as he was pulled up by Zeffer, and even though he felt like he might fall on his face for the—what was it—third time, he managed to get his feet back under him. With his accomplice's strong tug, the yellowblood steadied into a run as they both made it into the alley.
Into the alley that happened to be a dead end.
Aprife spun around quickly, catching the tail end of that unpleasant grin. It made his lips stretch into a tense line. He had been in such a hurry to get out of the hive, he hadn't grabbed his whip. s**t, what was he supposed to do? That's all he thought, even as the blueblood at his side pulled out a set of batons. His eyes didn't leave the broom-wielding troll blocking their path until his companion matched the sudden launch with one of his own. Eyes widened and he took a few wild steps back, arms flailing out, to avoid getting hit by any wayward swings from either side. It was hard to tell who exactly was on top of the fight.
Cursing under his breath, Aprife stepped back even farther as he began to dig through his candy-filled pocket. The only thing he was carrying today, besides the notebook tucked under his tops, was a pen. It would have to do. One of the candy bars fell out of his pocket as he finally got hold of the pen and tugged it out, quickly discarding the cap somewhere on the ground. They were gonna get out of here. The adrenaline started pumping again.
Digging in, he charged at the scuffle, swinging his arm back far before slamming the pointed tip of the pen against whatever part of the store clerk he could catch.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 3:17 am
Zeffer had run them to the very back of the alley before spinning around to face their angered foe. He hadn't said much else, because, similar to Aprife, the adrenaline was pounding through his system and he'd entered the maddened state that often took affect whenever he found himself in a fight. Knowing that Aprife didn't have a weapon(or so he thought), the young storm-chaser had decided to step up to fight for the both of them, and he went at it with fierce enthusiasm. It would be harder to fight in such close quarters with how used to running about he was, but then, it gave him even more opportunity to shock the other blueblood. And shock he did. Every few seconds or so an angry BZZZZT would echo through the alleyway, and the storekeeper would let out a pained yelp.
The shopkeeper, as disadvantaged as he was, wasn't doing too horribly himself. He was using the handle end of the broom, and while the shocks hurt horribly, he wasn't quite ready to give up. For every zap he would return the favor with a brutal strike across Zeffer's face or a painful jab to his middle. It was surprising to see someone fighting so viciously with a simple broom, but the guy was managing it. However, he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long. After a sharp zap across the face, he caught sight of Aprife closing in with his improvised weapon...
So did Zeffer. He laughed out loud, a sound tinged with aggression and the rage of battle, and he tried to make room, welcoming the assistance. It wasn't long before they were pushing their pursuer back, and all of a sudden the guy darted away with an angry snarl. There was only so much of being electrocuted and stabbed at that he could take; the lost merchandise wasn't worth his life, not by a long shot. The pair of filthy little thieves would get away, but he'd at least given them some bruises for their trouble. Standing at the mouth of the alley, he spat out a bit of blood, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"If I ever see either of you two little assholes around my shop again, you're dead meat." he growled, before swiftly turning to take his leave.
Zeffer stood there panting softly for a minute or two, making sure the guy was actually gone...before turning to Aprife, grinning huge. He had a big bruise starting to form on the side of his face, and a bit of blood was trickling down from his nose. He barely noticed, and laughed again, stooping partially with his hands on his thighs as he fight to regain himself. "Holy s**t, man. A ********' pen? ********' genius. I wish I'd found you sooner." he laughed again, seeming quite tickled. It was a partial tease, but he also felt like he was already beginning to respect this guy. He could have chosen to just sink back and let Zeffer duke it out, but no, he'd found a way to help. Zeffer hadn't even needed to ask.
"Thanks. For jumpin' in. For a minute there I wasn't sure if I'd be able to ward him off alone." Zeffer smirked, and finally dragged a wrist across his face to wipe the blood away from his nose.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:09 pm
By the time the shopkeep finally gave up and retreated to the front of the alley, Aprife's hand and sleeve were smeared with blue blood and the improvised weapon had become noticeably bent. Some of the plastic had even cracked and started to fragment near the tip, though he could barely remember stabbing hard enough for something like that to happen. Obviously it had been enough, though, enough that their attacker was fleeing with nothing more than a threat Aprife barely heard. His head was pounding with a rush of blood and adrenaline. Now that he was no longer wildly swinging, he had to slump against the wall to counteract the wave of dizziness that came with that lack of an outlet.
When his eyes refocused, it was in time to see the grin split Zeffer's lips. For some reason, that look made his injuries seem rather out of place. And the yellowblood found himself thinking he had made it out of the fight in better shape than his companion had. Their height difference had proven a strange advantage for him, it seemed, whenever their broom-wielding opponent took a high swing. The handle had flown right over his head more than once and he was sure one of those swings was what landed Zeffer that painful looking bruise. One of them, he remembered, had caught his horn. As the pounding of his blood started to subside, the base of that horn still throbbed uncomfortably.
Slowly but surely he returned the blueblood's smile, but only after he had glanced down at his hand, the pen still clasped loosely in it. He had been squeezing so hard, there were lines were his claws had been, and little beads of yellow had surfaced in some places. "I uh-" He wasn't sure if he should toss the pen on the ground or shove it back in his pocket, so instead he kept holding it. "This was all I had. We might've gotten away if I knew how to run, so I figured I oughta help." Now his smile was sharper, and he laughed a little, only to realize that he probably had good bruises forming on his side. He hadn't escaped mostly unscathed. That broom had caught him a few times in the same place as before.
He grunted, leaning heavier against the wall. Aprife was more of an… observer than a fighter, and pain wasn't his favorite thing, but the way he had been wired going in saved him from too much strife. "Pretty sure we shouldn't try to steal from that guy again. Next time he might have two brooms instead of one." For a second he actually sounded serious. "Aaat least we got away with the stuff, though." And he grinned again. His first robbery hadn't gone off without a hitch, but... It had actually been kinda... fun.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:47 pm
Their victory was really starting to sink in, and he cackled shortly as he looked down at the pen again, finding it all too ridiculous. "You are one crazy ********, Aprife. I love it." he grinned a manic little grin. Zeffer had come away from the fight with a black eye, a bruised cheek, but he was acting as if he'd just woken up from a refreshing nap, grinning and laughing. He snorted back a few more drops of blood and snot, and cacked them up before spitting on the ground of the alleyway. Who would ever have thought of fighting with a ******** pen? The more Zeffer thought about it the more amusing and brutal the idea seemed.
"Nawh, ******** that guy. Can't really hit a place like that twice. You're right, though. It's a good haul." he smirked, and sauntered over to pick up the candy bar that had fallen from Aprife's pocket. He tore it open and bit into it with relish, eager for the sweet, sweet taste of victory. A small victory...a sort of silly victory, actually, but it had been a good fight, a good adrenaline rush. A small amount of the s**t he lived for. He was already thinking about what they could do next, when he noticed Aprife leaning on the wall, looking a little wiped out.
"We should probably leave. Sometimes they get help and come back to get you." he stepped past Aprife, poking his head out to look down the sidewalk both ways. It certainly would have sucked if the blueblooded a*****e had got a bunch of his friends to come after them, but it looked like that wouldn't be happening. "I'd suggest hitting someplace bigger, but my pack is full...and it's getting sorta early." Zeffer heaved a sigh at admitting such a thing. Why couldn't nighttime last forever? There would be just enough time to stop by the yellowblood's hivestem and then catch the last airship to the Fronds.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 9:59 pm
The way he smiled had been much less apparent during the battle. Probably because Aprife's eyes had been locked on the opponent, sometimes the occasional swing of those foreboding batons. Now, though… The yellowblood thought he could debate just who the crazy one was as a feeling of cautious amusement swelled in his stomach. It was one of those times his fingers itched to pull out a notebook, or was that just the blood slowly drying on his skin? Not that it would do much good. Now he was looking down at the pen, too. As inventive as he was, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to think his way out of a bent, broken pen that had likely written its last somewhere under an angry blueblood's flesh.
"Pleased to please," was his response, and he was, naturally.
As his partner in crime went for the candy bar like a clawbeast after felling hard-won prey, Aprife decided it was about time to enjoy what they had earned himself. He pulled out a colorfully wrapped treat, only half-way admiring it before ripping the package open. With much less fervor, though he did almost lose it to the street when his blue splashed, grimy fingers momentarily lost their grip on the prize. "Too bad all I had were pockets." He took a generous bite, chewing only a little before thoughtlessly opening his mouth again. "I was in such a hurry to get out I didn't grab any of my stuff."
It was about that time he remembered the rain and, sadly, realized just how wet he was. Running out without grabbing his stuff also left him rather ill prepared for the weather he had no idea they would be having. That notebook he had been pining for earlier… probably ruined. "Yeah, let's go." he agreed, pushing himself off the wall with a grunt. "I don't wanna choke on a mouthful of anymore floor dust." When he stepped up to Zeffer's side, the comment left him with that strange uncomfortable but willing feeling all over again. "It's not the end of Alternia," he assured with a laugh after that heavy sigh, not really thinking about the consequences. "It won't be daytime forever."
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 12:02 am
Pleased to please. Zeffer liked that a lot, if only because it told him that Aprife could possibly be a friend, an ally. He quickly finished the candy and tossed the wrapper at one of the garbage cans lining the edge of the alleyway. He didn't particularly give a crap when it bounced off the side and onto the ground, but there were more important things to think about...like getting home before dawn and not having to crash in some random place. "That's okay. We can plan a little better next time." he said with a cocky little grin, somewhat eager to see the yellowblood reaction at the implication that they'd meet again. Hopefully for more shenanigans. Aprife liked shenanigans, right? He must, since he'd so willingly participated earlier.
Zeffer stepped out onto the sidewalk and waited for a moment for Aprife to catch up, once the yellowblood had agreed upon leaving. Zeffer was drenched as well, his mohawk drooping under the weight of the water that had soaked into it. Strangely though, it hardly seemed to bother him, or if it did, he didn't let on to it. He shook his head once, and began to walk in the direction back toward Aprife's hive...before starting to cross the street. Aprife's reassurance seemed to take him by surprise a little, as if he'd known exactly what his previous comment had been implying.
"Keheheh! Yeah, you're right. I just hope the storm sticks around, you know? They never last very long. And, uhh...let's go over on this side. We have to cross his shop again and I don't want him to see us."
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 1:39 am
Somehow, as he shoved the remainder of the candy bar into his mouth, he found it most certainly tasted better after all the work they had put into getting it. Or maybe… He looked at the wrapper again, what was left of it. Okay, so he had never tried this brand. It could have been it was simply better than anything he had before. It was possible, but who cared. Aprife was too busy assuming the extra sweetness was a byproduct of all their pulse pounding close calls and boy was his mouth dry right now. He could have used some of that faygo.
It had almost felt natural the way Zeffer implied this wasn't their last heist, so much so that he barely batted an eyelash. At least not until they were already quite a few steps down the sidewalk and he had time to think about it, and his own words, a little bit more. Now he was grinning, because he had to admit, the adrenaline had been on par with overhearing a really good handful of juicy gossip. And the blueblood, well, he was pretty interesting. Aprife was gonna have a hard time going to sleep instead of staying up to detail their adventures on paper.
"If it's raining next time I probably will end up on my face," he muttered, kicking at a puddle as they crossed to the other side of the street. He had nodded rather quickly in agreement about keeping away from the front of that store. It gave him an opportunity to glance up at Zeffer again. And laugh just a bit. The way his hair was drooping, paired with the ever-forming bruises on his face made him quite the sight. Although Aprife was sure a look in the mirror would probably prove him anything but beautiful, as well. "And that flophawk's gonna be in your eyes soon. Not the best for seeing where you're going."
It seemed like they made it past the convenience store without incident, or the yellowblood had been too distracted to even notice, but it wasn't long before his hivestem was looming tall above them again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 12:12 pm
"I wish it was always raining. It makes things more interesting that way."
Zeffer kept a good eye out as they eventually passed by the shop, pulling his hood up and hurrying past until it was far enough behind them. It would have been something if the blueblood had rushed out after them, but it looked like he'd closed up shop for the night. That was all well and good; he'd received enough bruises for the night's quota.
At Aprife's comment, he blinked, and then laughed, quickly reaching up to slick his hair back and flick some of the water in the yellowblood direction. "Aw, shut up." he said quietly, before shoving his hands in his pockets, knowing they were going to reach their destination soon. He'd already made a decision, so he looked over at Aprife.
"I live out in the Four Fronds. If you're not too much of a p***y you should come out and visit sometime. he smirked. It'd be nice to have friends over, it'd been so long since he'd done that. Most of his neighbors hated him too much to ever visit. There weren't as many shops to steal from, but there was still plenty of mischief to be had, and they could go mess around in the woods...maybe even spar. He wondered what sort of fight Aprife had in him. He wouldn't mind having a scrap with the kid to find out...but it would have to wait.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 2:12 pm
A hand rubbed at the back of his neck for a moment. He supposed, besides getting soaked and losing a notebook and almost slipping and falling on his face, the rain wasn't so bad. It had kept him nice and cool, at least, during all that running and mayhem. Although, as he looked up at his companion, he figured even with that ridiculous floppy mohawk, his own hair was probably worse. Water was hard to get out once it got in, and it was surely dripping down his face along with the rain that still splattered him when he tilted his head back to far. But for whatever reason, being drenched didn't keep him from shouting and ducking away defensively when Zeffer flicked that offending water in his direction. He laughed as he scooted closer again, shaking his head and sending some drops flying back, but he didn't play long. For some reason, the blueblood seemed to grow quieter.
No wait, there was the Zeffer he had already become used to again. Showing himself in that smirk. And though Aprife's eyes had widened at the prospect of visiting the Fronds, it took him a moment to answer. The lobby entrance to his hivestem could be seen down the street already.
"I think if I proved anything today it's that I'm most certainly not a p***y," he shot back, grinning. "You can bet you'll see me there." And why not? It was a golden opportunity. Four Fronds was teeming with highbloods and the social elite and while that was definitely intimidating, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to try and scope out some good information. It would be that much better with Zeffer there, his own guide, and the yellowblood was clenching his fingers in anticipation.
He didn't quite realize himself that some of the anticipation was bubbling as he thought of what sort of hijinks he was sure the blueblood would want to get into. He was probably a bad influence, but Aprife found he had rather enjoyed it. Hanging out with Zeffer seemed like a pretty decent way to spend a night.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 4:56 pm
"Yeah. You're right." Zeffer smirked darkly as he affirmed. Aprife had proved himself plenty, and after the savage tussle in the alleyway he was determined to see what all the yellowblood could do. Plus, it'd be fun to have an accomplice during his shenanigans, and other activities he did alone. "Just remember to bring your weapon next time, whatever that is. You have one, right? I don't think penkind would cut it every time." he laughed, and stopped once they reached the door of what he thought was the right hivestem. It was then he swung his backpack off and opened it to start digging around.
"Here, these are yours, before I forget and run off with them." he said as he separated and handed over the several bottles of Faygo he'd taken and held for Aprife. He generally tended to be a troll of his word, and while he was an absolute hellion, he saw no point in trying to sell his friends short. Besides, he wanted Aprife to visit, and he'd done his fair share of work in the obtainment of their sugary treats.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:15 pm
Of course, Aprife had to puff out his chest a little, the blueblood had just validated his accomplishment for the night. It didn't make him look anymore regal, unfortunately, with the way his hair and clothes were hanging heavy. Now his sweater looked three sizes too big instead of just one. Regal, no. Drowned rat, yes.
"Oops, yeah." The yellowblood glanced up at the hivestem, or what could be seen from this close to the base. It had been pretty foolish, running out without his weapon. He liked to think if he were planning a trip to the Fronds, he'd be much more careful. There was no way he'd step into that hotbed of highbloods without some kind of protection. It was a little bit different in the city, where he knew of a few hiding places. Only a little bit. "Course I have a weapon, I won't forget it next time. But hey, can't hurt to have a pen in my pocket just in case, right?" He grinned, leaning back against the hivestem wall when he noticed that Zeffer was going for something in his bag.
"Oh, dude!" The smile on his face grew quite a bit as he cradled the bottles in his arms. Even as he mentally reveled in their victory, he'd actually forgotten some of those bottles would end up with him. A majority of the ones he held were Pineapple Orange, too. He couldn't help but be grateful to Zeffer for grabbing his favorite. "Thanks!" He shook his head and laughed a bit as he glanced up to the sky. It would be dawn pretty soon. "Definitely worth it."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 12:46 pm
Zeffer snickered as he caught the other troll puffing up with what he could only assume was pride...and hey, they'd earned it, hadn't they? They sure did look kinda goofy after getting soaked in the rain, but Zeffer cared little about appearances, and being soaked through with rainwater was one of his favorite states. He smirked as he tilted his head to look up at the great building. He was half tempted to ask what sort of weapon Aprife used, but he held back. He would find out soon enough, he was sure of it.
"Oh yeah. Feel free to bring both, it's never a bad idea to have options and backups." He stuck his tongue out. It was still all very silly to him, and once he'd handed over the bottles that belong to the yellowblood he hauled the pack back onto his shoulder once he'd zipped it safely shut. The yellowblood's gratitude made him grin, and he nodded like it wasn't a big deal. "Of course. You helped, after all." He took a moment to stretch big, and sighed a little as he turned his gaze down the street, toward the direction he'd need to be going soon if he wanted to catch a flight back home.
"It was. It always is. I'll catch you around soon, dude. It was fun!" he slugged Aprife's shoulder, cackling as he turned to leave, only looking back to wave once. They would meet again, and in a much more interesting way than he'd ever imagine, when the Four Fronds opened it's new battle arena.
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