Flynt sighs. "Quid causæ habes? Sumus omnes in hoc simul. Nolite irrumator."
"What is your problem? We're all in this together. Stop being a jerk."
Pharnox looks at Flynt as a sudden, horrifying realization sets in... What if all of his race are as dumb as he is?
Nescio quid dicis, quando et lingua altera loquetur ad nos sermo in lingua nostra .. adipiscing nisi audivi colloquentes nunc video ab ore tuo ...
I cannot understand what you are saying when you speak in that other tongue then the one we are conversing in... The tongue we are conversing in now is the only one I have heard from any of your lips that I can understand...
"Communis ignarus irrumator insanire non excusat. Omnes sumus auxilium ad."
"Not knowing common isn't an excuse to act like a jerk. We're all trying to help, kid."
"Unde oportet vos esse cogeris discere tellus. Plurimus populus dicere, non dominae sunt" Anyka says calmly.
Omnes, qui rebus salus est, qui loquitur lingua, cum dicis "communia" nescio amet justo vel si inimicus narras vitalis Bifrons ... non video, nisi et desiderabunt mori, ut te inimicum, et in umbra lunges cæsoribus, et gladius caput ...
All that matters is survival, when you speak in that strange tongue you call "common" I don't know if you just making a comment or are telling me of an enemy that I do not see... Clear communication is vital, unless you desire to die as an enemy lunges from the shadow's and chops your head off with a gladius...
"Num alio circa ipsum fuerunt, et mater mea mihi videtur malum moribus sheesh."
"Have you ever been around any other kids? And my mom thinks I have bad manners, sheesh."
Flynt just shakes his head.
"ipse me, esurio."
With all the elf talk going around, Tikkle decided to say the one phrase he knew in the language. Fun fact, he can say that in twenty different languages, for no apparent reason other than he thinks it's funny. "Feed me, I'm hungry."
Pharnox speaks his eyes betray no emotion, his voice is calm...
Me ergo venit aestus . Beatiorem mergi non felix qui reversi sunt autem qui ascenderunt ... Unus peccavit iniuria patri nostro limine adesse aestus emersit ex hoc limus niger at pater ... simile nec mater rumores de eo et in iis quae de iis, qui sperantes in altum submerserunt ... Quae cum vera aperiret emersit flatuum atque forma manus venit , quod mater defuncta horrifically excocta cutis, quae sub flammarum impetus . Mortuus sorores , ubi erant corpora vidi ostium clausum erat, occidit in ipso tempore . Sum felix, remotum a pistol , id agunt, ut tollant mihi certum est , quia mundus per unum headshot ... Et indicium glande venit , et sui oculi in caput eius , et venerunt duae et tres , quae circum stridens , quia etiam non interfecit eum . Nota ad commercium vitaque mea rapuit , et cucurrit post paululum cucurri sorbebat aestus domi tantum ...
I was, then the Tide came. The lucky ones drowned, those who were not lucky came back wrong... One of those who came back wrong was my father, the Tide was approaching our doorstep and from the black ooze a thing emerged... It was like my father but it was not, mother let him in anyway hoping that the reports and rumors concerning those who had not drowned in the Tide were true... When she opened the door he came in and black fire emerged form his hands, my mother died horrifically as her skin charred under the assault of the flames. My sisters also died, they were too close to the door when I looked where their bodies had fallen, he killed them in mere moments. I was lucky, I was far enough away to take out my pistol and aim it for a precise headshot... The bullet went clean through one of his eyes and into his brain, he staggered around screeching for even that had not killed him. I grabbed my gladius and used it to behead him, then I ran the Tide just a few moments after I ran had engulfed my home...
Flynt chuckles at Tikkle's comment. "We can eat when we get back home."
"edepol. haedo .. Tu es qui messed usque. Lorem ipsum dolor sit interrogatus."
"Geez. You are one messed up kid.. Sorry I asked."
Pharnox calmly speaks, his voice however is filled with determination and a twinge of anger...
Eduxit eum detestari, docentur a principio usque ad defectum in aliqua forma, aut ut est infirma et servus Duergar accinctus ense furens, cum ad mensam Derro peragitato pectus aperta est post cibum ... Aut auceps eaque dolore morti trades me, at quia eo loco esset, et me sicut et factum est, vel obruere, neque patris mei. Fuit ergo cum duo circuitus, alia nunc facies meos impeditum iter via ... occidit Vixi centum quinque facile populo meo manus meae feci quod demersum fuerit in ceteris vulneribus sanguine et operatus est in manu. Ego adversus errores, predators, et Derro Duergar in via ad hoc, quod non est infuriating ... omnes reges terræ, et non tradat ... usque ad mortem, nunc egressus sum ut. Ad te vivere mentem deesse videtur hoc invenio turbare ...
Drow are taught from birth to detest weakness in any form, to be weak is to be either a slave to Duergar raiders, strapped to a table while a mad Derro slices your chest open or some predator's next meal... Allowing grief to overwhelm me at that juncture would have doomed me to either drown or become as my father had. It has been two cycles since then, now I face yet another obstacle in my way... I have survived a journey which killed easily five hundred of my people, my hands have been submerged in the blood of my fellows as I treated their wounds and performed surgery. I have faced aberrations, predators, Derro and Duergar in my journey up to this strange land... To fail now is infuriating, I will not surrender...I have come to far to die now. You seem to lack this resolve to live, I find this disturbing...
"Heus vivebat probo. Sed non est qui adiuvet, in nodum indusia questus vestri. Ut tellus. servet amico est. Lorem ipsum ad eos non oderit."
"Hey, I like living too. But getting your underwear in a knot isn't going to help. So relax. Having friends can save you too. You just have to not make them hate you."
Et eduxit eum duo aemuli, si acerba, si unum opus est, nisi ut, quod nostræ, et non curat de salute et de omnibus aliis, est secundum aemulationem. Hic ego non arbitror quis "et" expecta me velle vivere putabat, nunc ... Lorem videtur quod terra est, mori cupiunt tales in immensum mentem infirmus ...
Two Drow even if they are bitter rivals will work together if that is the only way to survive, they only care about survival everything else is secondary even their rivalry. I do not expect anyone here to "like" me I do expect them though to want to live, at this moment it seems like they they desire to die... This new land must be immensely weak to breed such a mentality...
"Non es questus. Hic eduxit eum et non aliis, sicut non desinis, sic eam. Si ergo eam, et eduxit eum tibi exibis modis."
"You're not getting it. There are no other drow here, so stop acting like it. If you keep it up, we'll leave you to your drow ways. "
Anyka looks the strange elf in the eye, trying to reach through all the intensity.
"Alia ex terra sunt, cum aliter scilicet vitae. Perambulaverunt multus mater juventutis suæ, et docebat me, ut unum quid cum novam accommodare. Et quoque in illo uno die naturali terra foret, quos posset, ut alibi, occidisti. Es in terra, et non subsistam. Huc dum trying impetro ex via operari, sed recipere quod dicas omnium diutius fringilla bene ad. "
Pharnox matches Anyka gaze unblinkingly...
Hoc pugnae vitae recte domi. Venite post me, et tradidit in spe, "speculatores," non aliud sunt, ut non perturbetur ... Sicut enim in hac vita, se ad terram, et eduxit eum de novo modo non accommodare, sed ut vinceret, et eduxit eum ut ... civitates non possunt pertingere genus exsculpere amplius centum per "accommodans" sculptile ... Non enim ex magnis, magnis bombardis ...
This is the battlefield of life, I am right at home. Follow me and lets hope that the "scouts" haven't disturbed anything they shouldn't... As for adapting to life in this new land the Drow way is not just to adapt, but to conquer as well... The Drow race didn't carve out city-states that can reach a hundred thousand or more by "adapting"... No we carved it out with big, big guns...
With the last line of his speech Pharnox taps his pistol...as he looks at it you can almost swear that there is affection in his eyes...
Gashka just looks baffled at all the talking back and forth in a tongue she can't understand. Pulling on Flynt's sleeve she looks at him with frustration, "Don't waste your breath on that...that....pile of cow dung. He's not worth it....I hope he blows himself up." With that she shoves past the idiot elf and follows after Terra.
Even though she can't understand the language, Gashka knows a bully and antagonist when she sees one. She also sees from the way that Flynt and Anyka are gesturing that they are trying to talk some sense into him, but he is beyond reason. Getting angrier by the minute she hurries to try and catch up with Terra, who just went down another hallway. If he ever grabs me the way he grabbed Terra...I'll just break his arm. \
Trying to reign in her anger she takes a couple quick deep breaths as she tries to catch up with the other girl. She tries to whisper, "Hey, Terra...wait up."
Flynt sighs and shakes his head. "Can't say I didn't try."
Pharnox calmly moves after the others, he will position himself to the back of party. if they desire to be the first to die when they encounter something who am I to stop them?
Terra stop to give Gashka a chance to catch up.
she whispers to her hey, what's up
"Nuthin much, just wanted to get away from jerk face back there." She nods her head in the direction of the dark one in the back. "Just cuz I can't understand em', don't mean I don't know a jerk when I see one." She tries to keep the agitation out of her voice, but finds it difficult.
"So....did ya find anything interestin, or just more scary hallway?" She tries to keep from laughing, but still giggles softly even though it sounds a bit nervous.
Jin moves up to the front, keeping his senses on alert as the group progresses.
Pharnox keeps in the back, his movements characteristic of Drow in their silence... His eyes cautiously examine everything, his pistol is his right hand ready for use...
stealth
perception
She regains some of her composure and quiets herself, not wanting to give them away in case anyone happened to be near by. She looks down at the floor and shuffles her feet slightly, "Sorry....I just....I don't know. You were so quiet back there....I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Once we figure this place out...we'll go back for Ash and the others. I'm sick of Mr. Bossy Pants over there actin like he's all tough and in charge. I don't mean to be a pest....I just talk when I'm nervous."
Terra laughs a little at the scary hallway comment, didn't see anything in particular, but than again everything I see is pretty ....never-mind. she cuts herself off looking away a bit embarrassed by her handicap.
Mr. Bossy is a little like my mom, minus the hitting
Come on, Jin is already gone ahead
Gashka walks as quietly as she can, being barefoot...it helps. The realization of what Terra said about her mother finally sinking in, Gashka tentatively touches Terra on the arm and asks her quietly, "What do you mean by...hitting?" Her small voice is full of concern and a little anger.
it was almost like instinct Terra pulls away at Gashka's touch. but she remains calm.
still looking away nothing, forget I said anything
Terra's hair falling in front of her face acting as an emotional shield for her.
Gashka shakes her head, but pulls her hand back slowly but stays close to Terra. "I...I'm sorry, I can't do that. She shouldn't be hittin you, it's...not right." Her little hands ball into fists as she stays by Terra.
Ash dons the chain shirt, making himself busy in an attempt to allay his own nervousness and fear, and also so as not to betray his own misgivings to Narima.
"You feeling okay Narima? Do you remember anything about this place? Were you and Anyka taken at the same time?"
Anyka creeps along in the middle of the group, bare feet padding along silently, glad for the dagger in her hand and the leather vest.
Tikkle walks between Gashka and Jin, Sword twitching in his hand as he familiarizes himself with its balance and weight.
Something the rat said was resounding in his mind, "Rizzle is bound to this place, for all time." the more it resounded in his head, the more the fire grew inside of him. There is no sin more heinous to a Catfolk than taking away one's freedom. Whoever this "piper" is, Tikkle wants him dead.
"when we see him, we don't let him say a word," His voice is a low growl.
Tikkle remains alert and walks softly.
(plus scent mod if applicable)
Gashka reaches out a reassuring hand to Tikkle, rubbing him lightly on the arm she says quietly, "Shhh...it'll be alright. No matter what happens we will all stick together, but we have to remain calm. If we fly off and do something rash, someone could get hurt. Just try to relax, everything will be fine."
"Someone already got hurt. My little brother and those other kids." Flynt says with a hint of guilt. "I just wanna go home."
Gashka shakes her head, but pulls her hand back slowly but stays close to Terra. "I...I'm sorry, I can't do that. She shouldn't be hittin you, it's...not right." Her little hands ball into fists as she stays by Terra.
well I din't get much choice in the matter, now did I. Terra is a little upset talking about it, though not really directed at Gashka.
Gashka looks back at Flynt, "I understand, but that doesn't mean that we have to jump into things. What happened wasn't anyone's fault...we didn't get a say and had NO control over it. Now, we just have to focus on getting ourselves and the others outta here. We will ALL go home as soon as we can, and get everyone back safely." She tries to sound brave, but her voice still sounds slightly shaky. She turns back around and looks up at Terra, "I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to upset you." She looks down at the ground, not knowing what else to say.
"And what if Nat doesn't get better? I'm the oldest. I'm suppose ta make sure he's okay. And now he's hurt." Flynt starts sniffling a bit.
Pharnox stays silent, if they want to make noise and draw the attention of enemies I won't stop them... I can probably disappear in the confusion...
Gashka keeps her eyes ahead of her, but speaks to Flynt, "Except that he did wake up and he's getting stronger, so he'll be alright. He's just too weak yet to do much....he'll get better with some rest, I'm sure of it." Her voice is calm and reassuring.
"I dunno. He looked really sick. I mean we're a team. We're suppose ta look out for each other."
"Narima and Asho will keep him safe, it's our job to focus and get them out of here." Anyka says in response.
"Yea I guess." Flynt relents.