Post by Scoria on Jul 2, 2014 9:42:04 GMT
[Lots of work in prep for the trip sorry]
Croutons were pretty good, weren't they? Alraune was pretty happy that Caerbannog had agreed with her and nuzzled a bit more with her auntie while she waited for everyone to make their respective decisions. She didn't really care as long as she got croutons and some salad and got to hang out with her auntie, and she remembered 'mom' and his thought process well enough. Yup, Kumori was that kind of guy. Seemed like Eonis and Caer were doing some sort of bargaining thing, not that Alraune was paying too much attention to it. She paid her own way! That was, whether for better or for worse, a trait of Scoria's she had picked up. Scoria had started actively giving her a salary which she kept who-knew-where, not to mention the money she picked up from various places. Yup. Anyone who questioned why a druid was paying his familiar now was going to get smacked most likely, so the duo avoided talking about it. Cathedral trips were not nice.
Scoria was a little perturbed again by how happy Eonis seemed to be by not having to pay. Why did he offer in the first place? Squinting and glaring unhappily, he scoffed under his breath and let the tall Guardian lead the way. Blah blah blah holy crap did this guy like to oversell things. It wasn't going to be that good. Seriously. If it was, then it'd be a bit more packed. Or require reservations. Or something. Scoria did his best to ignore Eonis' little rant about how great this restaurant was, right up until he heard yet another potato sack jab. Scowling quietly from behind Eonis, he glanced back at Alraune to make sure she wasn't going to do anything. The forest sprite was glaring hard at the guardian, a little offended and probably thinking he didn't know how to let a joke slide, and Scoria was not one to betray expectations. He was the Ice Bitch, was anyone expecting him not to act like an ass? Waiting for a few seconds, he slowed the golem's pace and maneuvered it to one side as he got in decent range of the guardian, then quietly cast glacial freeze. The result, of course, was a very, very wide plate of ice spreading out in all directions, straight past Eonis' feet. It was his favorite spell and Scoria had no trouble skating on the ice, sliding casually off the edge. His golem might have had some problems, but it did a somewhat unexpected rock slide like those crazy guitarists do. Sliding across its legs across the ice meant great stability until it slid off the edge, pulling itself back up. The result was really just that Eonis would have to deal with a massive field of ice to trip him up and cause him to fall or wobble. After about 10 seconds or if he didn't manage to get up, the Ice Bitch would cancel the spell. Done and done.
Croutons were pretty good, weren't they? Alraune was pretty happy that Caerbannog had agreed with her and nuzzled a bit more with her auntie while she waited for everyone to make their respective decisions. She didn't really care as long as she got croutons and some salad and got to hang out with her auntie, and she remembered 'mom' and his thought process well enough. Yup, Kumori was that kind of guy. Seemed like Eonis and Caer were doing some sort of bargaining thing, not that Alraune was paying too much attention to it. She paid her own way! That was, whether for better or for worse, a trait of Scoria's she had picked up. Scoria had started actively giving her a salary which she kept who-knew-where, not to mention the money she picked up from various places. Yup. Anyone who questioned why a druid was paying his familiar now was going to get smacked most likely, so the duo avoided talking about it. Cathedral trips were not nice.
Scoria was a little perturbed again by how happy Eonis seemed to be by not having to pay. Why did he offer in the first place? Squinting and glaring unhappily, he scoffed under his breath and let the tall Guardian lead the way. Blah blah blah holy crap did this guy like to oversell things. It wasn't going to be that good. Seriously. If it was, then it'd be a bit more packed. Or require reservations. Or something. Scoria did his best to ignore Eonis' little rant about how great this restaurant was, right up until he heard yet another potato sack jab. Scowling quietly from behind Eonis, he glanced back at Alraune to make sure she wasn't going to do anything. The forest sprite was glaring hard at the guardian, a little offended and probably thinking he didn't know how to let a joke slide, and Scoria was not one to betray expectations. He was the Ice Bitch, was anyone expecting him not to act like an ass? Waiting for a few seconds, he slowed the golem's pace and maneuvered it to one side as he got in decent range of the guardian, then quietly cast glacial freeze. The result, of course, was a very, very wide plate of ice spreading out in all directions, straight past Eonis' feet. It was his favorite spell and Scoria had no trouble skating on the ice, sliding casually off the edge. His golem might have had some problems, but it did a somewhat unexpected rock slide like those crazy guitarists do. Sliding across its legs across the ice meant great stability until it slid off the edge, pulling itself back up. The result was really just that Eonis would have to deal with a massive field of ice to trip him up and cause him to fall or wobble. After about 10 seconds or if he didn't manage to get up, the Ice Bitch would cancel the spell. Done and done.