Think of it as a not entirely unfriendly [pfft] spar. We were encouraged to be more aware of each other's abilities [sure, just let him see any weakness I have], correct?
[Then again better to get it out of the way NOW.]
I don't trust this creature, but I do trust your judgment. And you are you. So what you're saying is...
[ Voice ]i_love_squatsNovember 28 2010, 09:28:48 UTC
[Are... are you really sure you wanted a drunk dial? I mean, it's totally too late to back out now; the Forge has gone to voicemail, and Zack's slurred and half-conscious voice filters in before he can clearly re-evaluate this idea. Oops.]
Hey, can I ask a favor?
[Yeah, he's not waiting for an answer.]
If you ever...ever get to go home, take me with you. A world with hot chicks and swords sooooo beats mine.
Especially hot chicks in skimpy armor.
[Too bad he doesn't know the extent of it.]
Sooooo, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?
[Wait. Is that. She recognizes the voice. This is cause for celebration! The floor is still moving a little, and speech is difficult. BUT SHE KNOWS THAT VOICE]
ZACK.
[Well, that was a little more enthusiastic than she intended.]
[...]
Swords. [This word makes sense. BUT. Now there is confusion.] Hot. Chicks. [There is some confusion there! Which is best cleared up by more alcohol. Glug.]
[...]
I have a sword.
[...]
[She's looking at her armor. Buckles are suddenly confusing. And shiny!] Oh, yes. I have armor. It buckles.
Mist. And a Door.
[...]
[Helen said something. What was it. Something about his arms? Or was that the other one? Oh. wait.]
Your ass. 'sposed to be nice, but I forgot to look. Abyssals in the patrol and I forgot to...
[voice : confusing : it's her word of the hour]halcyonthirdNovember 28 2010, 18:39:57 UTC
It's not hot at all, it's... [She gets it. He's another one of those funny talkers.]
[...]
Of course it unbuckles. [Pause.] I see where you're going with this. Good. Idea. [Why so many buckles?]
[Okay. So there's like a moment of deliberating silence, and then the fastest whir or unbuckling ever possible. Quicksword is useful! Also, have a tiny crash.]
That's better.
[...]
It's not for ME, it's for Priscilla.
[...]
But I. Should see. Cast my vote and all that.
[Have a failed attempt at suppressing a laugh. It's a snicker. And now a snort. MORE LIKE ASSHOLE ON THE PATROL AMIRITE?]
[You mean no one wanted to toss an insane amount of ivories into the ring? You don't say. Maybe it was your jump from one fifty to five hundred? She's still not sure how she even got---]
Yes.
Five hundred? [Seriously?!]
The cause is worthy, but I would have answered any questions you wished to ask without such an expenditure. [She's wondering if he has two hours of questions.]
Ah, I hope you don't mind? I mean, I would have went higher... if anyone else had bid.
[ But they didn't. And he's glad. Because he's actually won a couple of dates, although the amount spent comes nowhere near the amount borrowed from Mello. But he supposes having extra for the dates and whatever else - say, rent? food? - might be nice, too. ]
...Anyway, the thing is. I can't go on a date with you. I mean, it's not that I wouldn't love to, Irene. You're strong, and beautiful, and I don't doubt that you'd be very engaging one-on-one, it's just... I've got prior obligations. I mean, I've got this date with Dawn, and I really didn't think I'd be winning more than one person... not to mention four altogether, which I've really gotta sort out...
Um. So, I was thinking. You know how you and Zack get along so well? Yeah, how about I give him my two hours?
So you can go on a date with Zack. Sound fair?
Does to me! Glad we're agreed, so that's that and I guess, uh, I'll be seeing you around!
[Oh wow what an awkward thing to contact her over. And it's not like she could possibly not know by now, either. Which makes this somehow even weirder, and--]
...do I have to explain why I'm contacting you! I'm sure you can figure it out!
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[No need to specify who. Really.]
Are you. Sure you want to do that?
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Why would you want to do that? I wouldn't do that. Um. I mean, if I weren't me.
[THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, PRISCILLA.]
...hm.
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[Then again better to get it out of the way NOW.]
I don't trust this creature, but I do trust your judgment. And you are you. So what you're saying is...
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Hey, can I ask a favor?
[Yeah, he's not waiting for an answer.]
If you ever...ever get to go home, take me with you. A world with hot chicks and swords sooooo beats mine.
Especially hot chicks in skimpy armor.
[Too bad he doesn't know the extent of it.]
Sooooo, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?
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ZACK.
[Well, that was a little more enthusiastic than she intended.]
[...]
Swords. [This word makes sense. BUT. Now there is confusion.] Hot. Chicks. [There is some confusion there! Which is best cleared up by more alcohol. Glug.]
[...]
I have a sword.
[...]
[She's looking at her armor. Buckles are suddenly confusing. And shiny!] Oh, yes. I have armor. It buckles.
Mist. And a Door.
[...]
[Helen said something. What was it. Something about his arms? Or was that the other one? Oh. wait.]
Your ass. 'sposed to be nice, but I forgot to look. Abyssals in the patrol and I forgot to...
[...]
You're drunk.
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Your sword-- your sword is pre~tty hot, you know. Not as hot as mine, but close.
[And, have a moment of awkward leering.]
Armor that buckles... it has to unbuckle, riiiight?
[Abyssals? In the Patrol? Big things, but--]
Squats. I can do LOOOOOTS of squats. Makes for a good ass. You can see, if'n you want.
There's a hole in the Pa-Patrol?
[Abyss. Abyssal. Same thing.]
Not as drunk as you!
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[...]
Of course it unbuckles. [Pause.] I see where you're going with this. Good. Idea. [Why so many buckles?]
[Okay. So there's like a moment of deliberating silence, and then the fastest whir or unbuckling ever possible. Quicksword is useful! Also, have a tiny crash.]
That's better.
[...]
It's not for ME, it's for Priscilla.
[...]
But I. Should see. Cast my vote and all that.
[Have a failed attempt at suppressing a laugh. It's a snicker. And now a snort. MORE LIKE ASSHOLE ON THE PATROL AMIRITE?]
Well catch up, then!
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Would you teach me your quicksword?
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You know where to find me.
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I mean... I don't mind. I just thought-- well, it's a long story and now I'm just talking and not saying anything so I'll be quiet, but.
Thank you.
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You're welcome.
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[ He clears his throat softly, leaning away from the Forge before he speaks again. ]
I wanted to talk to you about the Charity Dating Auction turnouts. It seems that no one contested my final bid on you, so...
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Yes.
Five hundred? [Seriously?!]
The cause is worthy, but I would have answered any questions you wished to ask without such an expenditure. [She's wondering if he has two hours of questions.]
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[ But they didn't. And he's glad. Because he's actually won a couple of dates, although the amount spent comes nowhere near the amount borrowed from Mello. But he supposes having extra for the dates and whatever else - say, rent? food? - might be nice, too. ]
...Anyway, the thing is. I can't go on a date with you. I mean, it's not that I wouldn't love to, Irene. You're strong, and beautiful, and I don't doubt that you'd be very engaging one-on-one, it's just... I've got prior obligations. I mean, I've got this date with Dawn, and I really didn't think I'd be winning more than one person... not to mention four altogether, which I've really gotta sort out...
Um. So, I was thinking. You know how you and Zack get along so well? Yeah, how about I give him my two hours?
So you can go on a date with Zack. Sound fair?
Does to me! Glad we're agreed, so that's that and I guess, uh, I'll be seeing you around!
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[Oh wow what an awkward thing to contact her over. And it's not like she could possibly not know by now, either. Which makes this somehow even weirder, and--]
...do I have to explain why I'm contacting you! I'm sure you can figure it out!
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[there's a whoosh!clang - and another. Maybe a growl?]
Ah. Yes. [A whir and a whine and congratulations, it's a dead something-or-other.]
...
This is about his accommodations?
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....
...and you?
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