Alexite nods. "Always happy to try things the 'hard' way," he mutters, cracking his knuckles. "And I'm getting pretty used to that uniform, by now."
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Alexite spends most of the evening staring at Orrias, nonplussed. Or trying to pretend he doesn’t know him. “Cayden’s teeth, we’re drinking, Ears.”
Before he heads out, Alexite takes a few moments to pore over his list of taverns and alehouses in Kintargo, trying to think through what he knows of them and their clientele. The group is going to have to be careful - they need to find places to ask around where the drinkers will be in the know, but not enough to be suspicious.
After an hour's thoughts, Alexite leads anyone who wants to accompany him out on a night of drinking at the likeliest bars and begins asking around about what "that latest radical" did to get doghoused.
Alexite nods. "Aye, that's the way - we gotta figure out more. I can ask around at the taverns and bars a bit, discreetly you know, see if anyone knows why this Zea girl was nabbed. Sound good?"
“I’m with Orrias. This sounds like a trap,” Alexite growls. “And trying to trick the Thrune Goons again could be tough...Aria Park’s an open place, they’ll be all over us and lots of people will see us if it goes south. How guarded is it at night? That seems like the way in to me.”
"Yes, yes, go on," Alexite says to Pip, rather distracted. In the meantime, he heads to the outskirts of town where his family rents space in a now-shuttered storage depot. Telling the security that he's planning to make sure that none of the mint has started rotting (true enough, as far as it goes), he does a quick "inspection tour" and pockets a couple of bunches as he goes!
“Yeah, I can get whatcha need,” Alexite comments, swaggering a bit more than is warranted for access to contraband mint.
"If you can get it from your potions and stuff, I say do it, Books. No one can complain about us buying stuff to heal people," Alexite mutters into the quiet conversation as he casts a wary eye about the street. "You need me to pick up anything?"
Alexite quickly catches Pip's drift. "Oh, uh...yes, of course! First to the church, by all means." He racks his brains (and, if need be, his little blue book!) and sets off toward the nearest church of a good-aligned deity. Ideally not one that's too fussy about the law...
Alexite's not very religious, though...
Alexite makes to leave with Pip, continuing to keep a careful eye out for the dottari or similar.
Alexite strolls along next to Pip. "I'll come to the bookstore with ya. Just in case she tries to brain you with one of those heavy things Nerris is always lookin' at." He winks.
"I'll come with ya," Alex says cheerfully, clapping Pip on the shoulder. "Be glad for an excuse to get out of this damp hole."
Alexite laughs at Nerris’s joke—sort of. More a brief snort, really. “Well, I guess to Nerris’s then. We should—wait.” He looks at Indra, frowning. “Where’s the imp?”
Alexite pokes his head in on Pip. “How’s it goin’ in here?”
Alexite walks up behind Indra, eyebrows raised, and mouths, "What's the plan?" to her without actually speaking out loud.
"Uh, yeah. It's kinda weird now that we've like. Talked to her and stuff." Alexite glances toward the imp. "Contracts're a really big deal for a devil, right? Maybe we can use it to bind her - or banish her back to Hell? I dunno, I guess we could just tie up the sack and throw her in the pool, but..."
"By which you mean, uh...kill her?" Alexite asks quickly, as quietly as possible.
Alexite watches the exchange carefully. But he leaves the talking (at this point) to Orrias.
Alexite leans into his role with enthusiasm, opening the imp's prison and gasping in "surprise" as he sees the imp. "'Ere! Lieutenant! There's one o' them li'l red helpers in this here bag!" Passing it off quickly to Orrias, he goes over to Indra and stands over her, scowling. "Trust yer blue-skinned, freakish rebel likes to keep one o' the true servants o' Hell in weird bag bondage like this! Shameful!" It's unclear what the accent is meant to be.
Alexite shrugs on the uniform. "If we're gonna keep using these, maybe I should get it tailored," he says with a grin. "'S a little tight in certain areas..."
Alexite pauses at the edge of the water, arms folded. "...It seems like you two have this in hand, and I paid good money for these clothes."
“Whooo! Thanks, bud!” Alex says with a grin as his wounds close up. He moves over to retrieve his dagger.
"Not planning to. But thanks," Alexite growls to Indra. Turning toward the swarming rats and the weird red creature, he frowns. Drawing his dagger, he takes a few steps forward and hurls it at the little red thing!
"ARGH!" Alexite yells as the crocodile chomps into him. When it clamps down, he lets out a howl of rage and, struggling to pry its jaws open with one hand, brings his morningstar down again! for
Alexite growls, “I am not old enough to be getting too old for this shit, but here we are!” Taking a wide stance, he bellows a challenge and charges the croc! for
"So...not...a fan..." Alexite growls. "Nerris! Get outta here!" He takes another wild swing at the rats, and follows his own advice.
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Alexite is also cursing vigorously. “Rats! I hate rats!!”
Seizing his Morningstar, he tries to batter the rats away. for
Alexite pulls out his flask of acid, hoping to douse the creature if he can. He looks around for it eagerly.
Alexite yells and, drawing a flask of acid, hurls it at the rats.
Alex drums his fingers idly on his sword hilt. “Of course we have to figure out how we’ve been betrayed...but once we do, what then? We gonna kill one of these people and dump their body in the harbor, or what?”
Alexite shakes his head, looking worried. "No one immediately comes to mind...but I suppose it must be someone who works with us, right?"
Alexite feigns shock.
“I’m shocked, shocked to find sweet, wonderful fresh mint in these dottari! No, wait...”
Hi all. Apologies for the delay, more extended than I intended. I am trying to catch up on things, but am trying to read through and evaluate where I can jump back in. Thanks for your patience!
A message to all my games: I apologize for disappearing late last week! I am a freelancer and my work has suddenly and unexpectedly kicked into high gear. On top of that, I’m attempting to apply to graduate programs, and most of those applications are due in early January. I was hoping that I could keep up my posting rate, but between work and the holidays I’m clearly going to slump a little. If I’m a player in this game, PLEASE feel free to bot me if I haven’t posted in a bit. I really appreciate it. If I’m the GM, I can only ask for your kind patience. I’ll try to post ASAP to keep us moving. Sorry, again, for the slightly delayed notice. Things should clear up after the next two weeks.
Alexite whistles cheerfully when he clobbers the tooth fairy--but seeing the child's body makes him blanch. "Awwww, now that's just not right," he mutters sadly. He hangs up his morningstar and goes to stand at a carefully respectful distance a few feet away from Indra, ready to help if she should want it. "What do you want to do? Bury them? Or do you reckon we can find their parents?"
As soon as Nerris throws her bomb, Alexite bellows and charges any surviving fairy with his silver morningstar. for
Alexite nods. “Yeah, c’mon, Blue. Maybe we’ll get it back! Or at least we can shake down the bastard who took it for some cash in exchange.” He looks at the little fairy. “Show us where it is now.”
"Yeah! Pulled by who?"
"I'm thinkin' we might just kill you anyway," Alexite growls.
Alexite is more concerned at getting revenge than capturing fairies, especially since Orrias has one in hand. He glares at the nearest fey and chops at it with his sword. for
"rrrrAAAAAAHHHH!" Alexite finally manages to free himself of paralysis. Leaping out of the cloud of fairies, he whirls and swings his new cold iron weapon at the nearest one. for
At least that hasn't happened to me...yet. Alexite thinks morosely, trying to move his fingers. They twitch a little...
Oh sure, iI’l just jump right in there, lemme just shake off these things and it’ll be noooo problem, Alexite thinks sarcastically at Indra, completely paralyzed.
Alexite has been drinking from his hip flask while waiting for the tooth fairies, and now he tosses it down and strides forward with the morningstar they found below the Wasp's Nest swinging in his hand. He whistles cheerfully. "These are ugly little f+$$s, aren't they?" He takes a two-handed stance and prepares to swing like he's aiming for the bleachers! He grins, attempting to display his pearly whites.
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