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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 6:59 am
From whatever world you originate, all enter the guild through this gate.
A large fence encircles all of the guild property. This entrance is guarded by the charmed ogre, Yinzar. He wears a doorman's coat, complete with hat and white gloves. His hygiene is impeccable (at least for an ogre) and his diction more developed and civilized than any ogre you're likely to have met, despite a smattering of Pittsburghese. A steel greatclub, tarnished black with a gilt trim is clutched loosely, in case of unwanted and unknown visitors, but if he knows you and you walk in without engaging him, you are simply met with a practiced curt nod and allowed to go about your business.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 2:59 am
Gen stumbles his way out the door and to the ogre following behind the rest. As they approached the ogre Gen looks at the thing with a disgusted twisted face, "Okay guy, it's time for a bath, Can I trust you're going to be cooperative?"
Gen turned to Matasoga, "So what? do I spray him down with a garden hose? or do I have to bring him inside for a bath?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 3:13 am
Matasoga pointed to the pond near the gate, on the side that they were on. Yinzar watched their approach and he was easily the best smelling ogre any of them had ever met, though this said little. He had learned to straighten (relative to his race) his posture and even speak in a somewhat civilized manner.
"I donwanna take a bath," he said, petulantly, clutching the uppermost layer of his doorman's jacket.
Matasoga silently leaned his back against the wall, and maintained a slight, wordless smirk.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 3:17 am
Saber grabbed her puppy with her tail and used her now free hand to wave cheerfully at Yinzar. "Hi!" she called up to him with a smile.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 3:28 am
Morgan mirrored Saber's wave with her severed arm, and again greeted Yinzar with her customary "Ogre smash!" raising her other hand --and Saber's, by extension-- in her enthusiasm.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 3:57 am
Geners twisted his face further, "What the hell morgan!, don't provoke it!" he then raised his voice slightly, "Come on... now... don't be unpleasant, let's get going"
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:07 am
Yinzar grinned at the girls and waved his fingers, curling each on individually, an absurd gesture considering that each finger had the appearance of an overstuffed sausage. "Ogre smash," he said as one might offer a greeting, thinking it a normal greeting shared with that particular disciple.
When Geners raised his voice, his demeanor changed, and his looked back at him, with his grip on his steel club tightening. In a louder and firmer voice, he said "I don't wanna bath!"
Matasoga tilted his head forward slightly, still looking on.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:20 am
"Woah, calm down big boy. Just come with me...." these next words were whispered, "Or maybe I will cut you open and remove some of that fat"
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:24 am
Saber squealed with delight when Yinzar waved back and wrapped her arms around Morgan, hopping up and down. "Didja see? Didja see? He waved back!" she exclaimed before turning back to watch again, a pleased smile still on her face. Hearing Gen's whispers, her eyes narrow and she glares at him. Growling low in her throat she mutters, "Don't you hurt Yinzar, he's my friend."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:34 am
Perhaps it was the proximity, perhaps it was that he noticed the shift in mood when Saber heard Gen, perhaps he himself had heard Gen, or perhaps it was something else entirely, but whatever it was, it was enough to move Yinzar to action.
Using a golfclub swing of his club and giving a savage cry of, "No bath!" he struck Geners so hard that he landed back on the other side of the fence.
"Oh my," Matasoga said in a voice that wasn't quite deadpan. "Who could have predicted this? Saber, dear, go fetch the first-aid kit." The last two sentences were somewhat ran together and almost all of the smirk was eradicated from his lips when he looked up.
He approached Yinzar and said "Yinzar, what have I told you about clubbing Disciples?"
"Not to do it," he muttered, sheepishly.
"What's that?" Matasoga asked.
"You tol' me not to do it," he said, looking much like a chastised puppy.
"That's right. I think that you should go ahead and get in the bath now, without any more fuss," he said.
"Alrigh'," Yinzar said, slinking off the the pond and dropping his coat to the floor. "I hate baths..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:44 am
"Hee hee, ogre smash!" Morgan exclaimed triumphantly as Yinzar returned her hail. She giggled and hopped about along with Saber, missing the newcomer's whisper over their celebration.
At the other girl's words, her smile vanished and she narrowed her eyes as well, baring her pointed teeth and directing a snarl at the man.
Which came to an abrupt end when the ogre proved himself easily capable of defending himself. Morgan's delighted expression returned, and she held aloft the arm as if it were a sword held in salute --despite limply flopping over at the elbow-- as she offered another enthusiastic "Smash!" complementing his strike.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:50 am
Saber's growl ended only slightly after Morgan's snarl as Gen flew over the fence. "Go, Yinzar!" she yelled between fits of giggles. Finally doubling over in her mirth she completely missed Matasoga's order, unable to hear it over the sound of her own laughter pealing in her ears.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:58 am
Geners didn't remember much after the strike. He remembered flying in mid-air and being pissed. He had to have been because a minute after the landing and being knocked unconscious, sheer anger roused him again. His vision was blurry has he lay on the ground and he was feeling the pain of the blow, but he didn't care, "Next time I'll butcher you" he softly moaned with what little strength he had
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 5:16 am
Matasoga turns his back as Yinzar drops his pants, removes his hat, and get's into the water and grabs the soap, nearby. He looks back at Matasoga and says "Will you make 'at thin' fer me, ag'in?"
With his back still turned, Matasoga turned one palm up at about stomach level, and placed the other hand palm down above it. A temporary and somewhat crude looking rubber duck appeared, and he tossed it over his shoulder, to Yinzar, who appeared delighted.
"I'll warsh nah," he said.
"Good boy Yinzar," said Matasoga.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 5:26 am
Saber's eyes went wide and she quickly closed them when Yinzar dropped his pants. Face turning crimson she giggles slightly and peeks after she hears the ogre splash into the water, just in time to see the rubber ducky. "Hee, ducky," she said under her breath.
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