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 Posted: Thu May 02, 2019 4:37 pm
It was mod afternoon and the sun barely reached thru narrow windows of the dank bar. Among the patron was a one armed blue and green naiad. Sitting at the table in the even darker corner. He had come to drink his sorrows away. The only good thing was that the alcohol seemed to numb the phantom pain in his missing arm. Other than that, the poor blue guy was.....well....blue. He raised the glass and swallowed it's content with a grilace. Logan shuddered. Poisedon's Tears, he'd never get use to that flavor. What he could get used to was the feeling of languidity as the alcohol took effect. He almost sighed as the ghost hand that never existed seemed to unclench seemed to loosen it's grip somewhere in the recess of his mind that couldnt quite give up the idea that Logan was missing a limb. A few scars on his face and a couple of deep scars along his stomach were the only other sign thay tragedy had befallen this azure fish. Turning toward the barkeep, he raised a hand to ask for another shot.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 4:09 pm
Logan was not alone at that table in the back corner.
Sitting across from him was another naiad who seemed to have handled his own ordeals. Thanks in no small part to his wife's ability, none of his wounds had proven fatal, yet their lingering scars latticed across his skin. While less obvious than his companion here, his injuries had taken considerable medical expertise to handle. Broken bones, punctured and ruptured skin, concussion... Hell, a non-insignificant chunk of his face had been ripped right off. He'd needed all manner of attention to bring him back from the brink. They couldn't afford to let him die, not as a key witness - and a key suspect - of the princesses disappearance.
Of all the rubbish he'd ever heard... ever been through. Did his colleagues understand how much of a pain it was to be questioned with a broken jaw?
Yeah. It ******** sucked.
If it wasn't for his wife, he'd probably still be recovering alone - that was how bad his injuries were. He couldn't count how many times he'd thanked All that he'd married someone with a self-healing ability since that day. It was the reason his face had largely regenerated, if only on the surface-level. He'd lost feeling in the parts now covered by scar; his clouded eye could no longer see, and his hearing from that side had been damaged.
Snorri's face had a bright flush to it, evident since he'd downed his first drink some time ago. No matter how strong his tolerance to the stuff - and it was strong to be sure - he couldn't help this glow from settling on his cheeks with the smallest drop. He used to have a complex about it, but... eh... he had bigger fish to fry these days. Taking a deep hit of some brown ale imported from Laisidhiel - one of his favorites - he slammed the now-emptied mug (how did they keep the liquor from dissipating into the surrounding waters?) against the large clamshell table top. He looked over at Logan and pointed at him with a single finger.
"You gettin' to be quite the drinker these days lady-man. Even more than before." a sigh as he turned to motion towards the keep for another drink himself. He narrowed his eyes and pouted in a grumpy manner as he looked back at the table. "Can't see a damn thing these days. Keep runnin' into s**t. Pisses me off."Everyone Look what we have here, a couple of key witnesses to the princesses' kidnappings having an angry drink and talk at the bar. Those who are interested in some of the details might be able to learn something new from their grumblings, either from easedropping on their conversation or by directly questioning them. Be mindful, though, that it might not be the most welcome topic, and they may embellish things here or there as most drunks do. If you'd like to participate, just post a response with your naiad taking notice of the pair and either initiating conversation or finding a way to listen in. It might also be useful to post reactions to any divulged information. wink Have fun
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2019 9:46 am
Logan scowled at his superiors pet name for him. Turning to full on glare at his boss, his eyes sort of refused to focus. But that was okay. He still had a mouth. "I keep telling you. It's man-man now. I no longer have anything resembling a female. I don't even have a arm. How am i gonna scrounge up the lady part? Hmmm? The b*****d ate my arm."
He growled and downed another drink as soon as the waitress brought it over. Waving his arm nub around on the other side, he grimaced at the burn of the vile liquid before turning his attention to his hand. "Damn thing ate it. Just ate it right off. When i signed up for this, i didnt wanna be limbless. But what do i get?"
He turned back to Snorri and stuck his arm out and waved it at him. "THIS. I get this......" he trailed off. The torture of what had happened to him at the hands of the monster, then the hands of the other guards flashed across his face like a dimmer switch. Everything shut down and went cold.
"That b*****d needs to have his arm ripped off. And then beaten with it. " he muttered, before downing another drink with a shudder and a grimace.
He turned back toward Snorri and pointed at the other two yellow fellow's eyes on either side of him. "I keep telling ya we can put a marble in it. Might not help you see, but by ocean's light, you wouldnt be near as ugly." He slurred out.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2019 10:06 am
Snorri just about rolled his eyes as Logan began his usual monologue - no, he probably did roll at least the working one - and huffed. There he went on again as if he'd not, you know, ******** seen what he was talking about happen. Preaching to the ******** choir was what he was doing, or at least he would be if Snorri had been a pansy like that boy of his.
That kid'd had so much potential... Damn shame; how'd a boy he'd raised end up such a wimp. What a disgrace. And then he had to go an patronize with Alu-knows how many of those spirits forsaken land pae'il. Absolutely irredeemable.
"Right right, it got your arm," Snorri's voice was fairly monotone and obviously bored as he responded to Logans impassioned speech before offering a smug smirk. "If ya think about it, ya were born with one less limb that you'd had at your post, so now you're about even. Right back where ya started actually," he gave a hearty laugh at his suggestive joke as he slapped the table. Then he sighed and looked back with a more serious tone. "Ya know you can't do a damn thing to that thing. Besides, how the hell you s'possed to beat it with it's arm when it aint got any. Ya need ta shut the hell up you ********' drunk." His voice had gotten somewhat playful by the end as he leaned against the tabletop and pointed a finger.
He flashed a look of indignation mixed with disgust and pouting at Logan's suggestion.
"Oi oi, I already lost this damn eye once before, why in the everlovin abyss would I go and rip it out again just ta make it look a bit prettier. Ya know how much that s**t hurts? Didn't ********' think so." He accepted the new drink with a nod before motioning over at Logan again. "'sides, I don't wanna do anything that'd make me look attractive ya. That's ********' gross."
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2019 11:41 am
Logan threw his arms out and gave an rough, frumpish sigh. "IT HAS MY ARM, DAMNIT." He said, glaring at the damn fish who'd just insulted him. In many, many ways. Logan slammed his hand (and nub) down and shifted his weight foward to growl. Well, the nub just hit air and tilted the poor drunken denizen a touch to the side.
Cirrecting his balance but not his eyes, he snapped "And for your information, maybe i don't like being even." He pointed the tiny half arm at Snoori and gave a meam smirk. "Asides. I'm still better off than you then. I got both my eyes and i can catch a damn ball." He said then gave a dark chuckle.
Indignation rushed across his face instantly as Snorri implied things yet agin. "Hey! I keep telling you you're too ugly to be my type. I dont think you're anyone's type. Are you sure your wife ain't blind? " he smirked again before taking another glass of aisle from the poor waitress. "Cause i would be if i had to stare at your ugly face all day."
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2019 5:09 pm
Itsaso had all but quit drinking here. She wasn't much for being around other Naiads since the incident. There was too much suspicion going around, too many emotions. Everyone was on high alert about everything, all the time, and it didn't make for a relaxing night off after her duties had ended for the day.
But this week had been particularly trying, and so Itsaso found herself in a dark corner of the bar with a briny brew. She couldn't help but hear Logan and Snorri's conversation--the whole bar could hear them hollering--and she rolled her eyes. "Bloody drunks," she muttered and took a swig of her drink. She and Snorri had been comrades before, but she'd always found Logan a bit annoying. Today they were both annoying. Then again, Itsaso found most others annoying.
Still, perhaps they'd say something useful while their tongues were loosened. She stayed in her corner, still and quiet, to listen.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 9:34 am
"Don't need both of em workin' ta know you ain't never gonna find you a lover. That Opal of yours is the only woman who'd ever give you a helpin' hand. Hell, even Vox wouldn't lift a finger for ya."
He narrowed his eyes as he glared back at Logan, practically radiating hostility. "Oi, now don't you go badmouthin' my wife. I'm not goin to stand for any of that." Even if the joke was implying that Snorri was really ugly and Vera was too good for him, he had a zero-tolerance policy about anyone implying anything bad about her. In this case, implying that she might be blind. Perhaps that wasn't really meant to be derogatory, but the Queensguardman had always been a bit of an ablest, and his nature hadn't yet had time to soften since he'd suffered his own injury.
That said, he had used a gender-neutral pronoun earlier, so perhaps he was slowly becoming more accepting. Or perhaps he just couldn't picture what kind of fish would want to be with a she-man. Baby strokes.
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