The only pair of boots Zevran will never wear

[rogue_crow]

[Well, Zevran asked for - and received - quite a few gifts from Santa. Of course, as everyone else who's gotten gifts could tell you, that's not exactly a good thing.

The tombstone was in the first package he opened. He stares at it for a few minutes before getting to his feet and picking up the phone.]

Is this supposed to upset me, Santa? [His

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[weaponsparked]

So much for catching this "Santa", I suppose.

[rogue_crow]

It seems we were not given the chance. I had intended to stay awake - and I am quite good at stakeouts - yet I found myself waking up in bed in the morning. Enforced sleep, I am guessing.

[weaponsparked]

I suppose that explains why I wasn't on the couch this morning... Lucky us.

What did you end up with?

[rogue_crow]

So far? A tombstone with Olivier's name on it, and boots that - I believe were made from the skin of elves.

[wristsniper]

[She sees that tombstone... And she breaks that shit in half through sheer force of will.]

[rogue_crow]

[Zevran notes this mysterious break with some surprise, but a degree of satisfaction.] Good riddance. It is a terrible headstone in any case.

[dodo_master]

[Looks at the tombstone]

Well that's in poor taste as well. They're being positively despicable this time, aren't they.

[Cynric looks over at the box he was sent. He closed it back up.]

I'm unsure of what to do with mine.

[rogue_crow]

Indeed they are. [Zevran scowls at his boots. The effect of his weapons only kicks in in regards to everyone he sees, and as he's not looking at Cynric yet, Cynric is safe for the moment.] And what did you g-

[Of course, Zevran was bound to turn around at some point.

As soon as he turns to look, and his eyes land on Cynric, his entire demeanor shifts. His voice trails off, his eyes become hard, and his movements turn predatory. He snaps an arrow out of his quiver and draws it in one smooth motion, aiming it directly at his 'son'.]

[dodo_master]

N-Nothing more than their usual-- Why are you--

[Unsure of what's happening, Cynric realizes something is up with Zevran. Even he can tell something like that. He attempts to scramble out of the way of the arrow's path, but he's not exactly the fastest.]

[rogue_crow]

[Nothing more than their usual, indeed! Zevran tracks Cynric easily; he's deadly accurate with a bow, and the arrow takes Cynric right in the side of the chest, just below the shoulder.]