Well, if we were hoping for leniency, I suppose this is it, of a fashion. [Razas gestures expansively with one hand.] We are a kingdom unto ourselves. It's better than destruction or damnation.
For certain values thereof. [Razas takes a generous slug of alcohol as Steven emerges, honking in triumph, from the wreckage of the bar's back room, rat tail dangling from between her teeth until she slurps it up like a stray strand of spaghetti.]
Okay, that's just wrong on so many levels. I am so very happy I don't have to eat.
[He will, however, have another drink. The glass is halfway to his mouth when there's a sliding crunch from the direction of the restroom. Simon casts a gimlet stare that way.] That sounded too big to be a rat.
So it did. [Steven is thumping the tip of her tail against the dusty floorboards, honing in on the restroom door. Raz reaches out to pat her neck.] What do you smell, Steven? Someone's unfortunate cat?
[The door to the restroom slams open, and a man in burnt and shredded clothing leaps out, screaming and enraged. He barely stops for a moment when he sees the two demons and the dragon staring at him in some befuddlement before he launches.
Simon doesn't even spill his drink.] Well. Guess there were a few survivors after all.
[Aforementioned dragon, watching the newcomer's flailing, furious arc through the air, has galloped forward and forcibly interposed her Clydesdale-sized body between the human and Razas, honking with rage as she shoulder-checks him to the ground and pins him beneath an enormous taloned foot.]
Oh, for the love of -- she isn't going to -- Steven!
[Steven looks up from her thorough sniffing-over of the squalling, squirming human, honking a little guiltily.] Do not eat him, you have no idea where he has been.
Dammit, Raz, why you gotta suck the fun out of everything? You could have at least let him think she was gonna eat him for a couple of minutes. [Simon turns back to his drink, muttering.] No sense of humor...
[Simon snorts into his glass, while the guy glares wildly around the room. "Fu-fu-fuck if I know, man, I was just havin' a quiet brawl wif me mates and then everythin' was, like, on fire and everyone was screamin', like. I beat it for the loo and when I come out your great beastie 'ere tackled me."]
A quiet brawl. Well, look what you did, guy. Not so quiet anymore, is it.
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Hell, if I'd known it'd end like this, I might've rooted for a sooner Apocalypse.
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Win.
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[He will, however, have another drink. The glass is halfway to his mouth when there's a sliding crunch from the direction of the restroom. Simon casts a gimlet stare that way.] That sounded too big to be a rat.
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Simon doesn't even spill his drink.] Well. Guess there were a few survivors after all.
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[Aforementioned dragon, watching the newcomer's flailing, furious arc through the air, has galloped forward and forcibly interposed her Clydesdale-sized body between the human and Razas, honking with rage as she shoulder-checks him to the ground and pins him beneath an enormous taloned foot.]
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[Steven looks up from her thorough sniffing-over of the squalling, squirming human, honking a little guiltily.] Do not eat him, you have no idea where he has been.
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A quiet brawl. Well, look what you did, guy. Not so quiet anymore, is it.
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Nicely done, young man. You broke it.
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