Post by Tobin on Aug 4, 2014 14:41:13 GMT
(OOC: Ahahaha! Don’t worry about it. It happens. Sorry if this post is a bit subpar, it’s hard to get myself back into the Kiss mentality.)
Word Count: 500
In that tense situation, the dwarf found himself in two minds in how to respond to the chaotic situation. On one hand, it probably wasn’t his business to interfere unless punches were thro- oh wait. He had thrown one. The dwarf took a back seat as the other adventurers dealt with it as he polished the glass, though his head creased into a frown at banter going on. Thankfully everyone was remaining calm, though the tall lass was a loud drunk, Bast was exceedingly chatty and Elk was unnaturally reserved. The dwarf felt the lander grate on his nerves, and ground his teeth when his professionalism was prodded.
“Look, laddie, en-“
The Dwarf flinched as elks fist flickered and struck the glass into the landers face and, with a slightly wide stare looked at Elk’s hand and back again. The movement had been sublime, elegant, yet so brutal that it hypnotic effect on the dwarf. Though it only took a couple of moments before he gave a low rumble of a chuckle at her request. That lady certainly had a way with her actions that surprised him, a pretty rare, striking quality. Pun fully intended.
“Tha’, were, beautiful, certainly! Save me from twatin’ ‘im myself.”
He turned quickly as a fresh rag was under the water for a moment to dampen and dabbed the woman’s hand gently, he turned and prepared a fresh damp rag and took the bloodied one. After all, though they were all immortals here thus even death would be a mere inconvenience; the cold cloth would provide some relief.
“Heh, it realleh makes me wanna own a pub, tha’ way I can displine swine’s like tha’ with a iron fist, or a brass fist.”
The dwarf paused momentary as he pulled a brass knuckle out, freshly cut with protruding points that spelled out his name. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about getting his own establishment, an actual place that he owned so he could make the rules. His eyebrow rose with an amused quiver as he pocketed it, ambition was a dangerous flame to be fanning.
“Tha’ would be the dream. sorreh about tha’ Elk, I will be more firm in future. ya want another free one? Ta compensate for tha’ one.”
With that his attention flickered toward the younger lass. He couldn’t help be slightly concerned, since the lass was at the kind of age where negative things could rub off on her, and considering she was usually joyful, it didn’t quite sit well with him.
“Sorreh ya had to be put through tha’, ya sure there’s nothin’ I can do foar ya before ya go? Don’t have to alcoholic ya know.”
He nodded toward the bard quietly, the other man was probably better at cheering people up then Tobin was at time. He had spent too long sitting behind the persona of dwarf to really help. Perhaps the smooth tunes would get everyone in the mood for a bit of idle banter.
Word Count: 500
In that tense situation, the dwarf found himself in two minds in how to respond to the chaotic situation. On one hand, it probably wasn’t his business to interfere unless punches were thro- oh wait. He had thrown one. The dwarf took a back seat as the other adventurers dealt with it as he polished the glass, though his head creased into a frown at banter going on. Thankfully everyone was remaining calm, though the tall lass was a loud drunk, Bast was exceedingly chatty and Elk was unnaturally reserved. The dwarf felt the lander grate on his nerves, and ground his teeth when his professionalism was prodded.
“Look, laddie, en-“
The Dwarf flinched as elks fist flickered and struck the glass into the landers face and, with a slightly wide stare looked at Elk’s hand and back again. The movement had been sublime, elegant, yet so brutal that it hypnotic effect on the dwarf. Though it only took a couple of moments before he gave a low rumble of a chuckle at her request. That lady certainly had a way with her actions that surprised him, a pretty rare, striking quality. Pun fully intended.
“Tha’, were, beautiful, certainly! Save me from twatin’ ‘im myself.”
He turned quickly as a fresh rag was under the water for a moment to dampen and dabbed the woman’s hand gently, he turned and prepared a fresh damp rag and took the bloodied one. After all, though they were all immortals here thus even death would be a mere inconvenience; the cold cloth would provide some relief.
“Heh, it realleh makes me wanna own a pub, tha’ way I can displine swine’s like tha’ with a iron fist, or a brass fist.”
The dwarf paused momentary as he pulled a brass knuckle out, freshly cut with protruding points that spelled out his name. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about getting his own establishment, an actual place that he owned so he could make the rules. His eyebrow rose with an amused quiver as he pocketed it, ambition was a dangerous flame to be fanning.
“Tha’ would be the dream. sorreh about tha’ Elk, I will be more firm in future. ya want another free one? Ta compensate for tha’ one.”
With that his attention flickered toward the younger lass. He couldn’t help be slightly concerned, since the lass was at the kind of age where negative things could rub off on her, and considering she was usually joyful, it didn’t quite sit well with him.
“Sorreh ya had to be put through tha’, ya sure there’s nothin’ I can do foar ya before ya go? Don’t have to alcoholic ya know.”
He nodded toward the bard quietly, the other man was probably better at cheering people up then Tobin was at time. He had spent too long sitting behind the persona of dwarf to really help. Perhaps the smooth tunes would get everyone in the mood for a bit of idle banter.
