"People, people, please. The way you're squawking over one another makes you all sound like you're part seagull. Though hey, living on the coast, all those lonely nights...who knows?"
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"Speciesist, at worst."
"Yeah, it seems kind of fishy there's so few people here."
"Yes, let's go meet everyone. Are there actually enough people left here to qualify as a community?"
"How do you know the fish didn't just wise up and decide they were tired of being caught?"
"Yes, I'm sure it was Molly." Dorian says placatingly, looking back at the others and mouthing "Crazy" while he twirls his finger around his head when he thinks she isn't looking.
"Yeah, it's a big ol' altar. Kinda hard to miss."
"I got nothin'."
"Maybe they are, maybe they aren't. Let's see."
"Oh ho ho! Finally, someone else with a good sense of humor! I like this woman."
"But I was close, right?"
"Hey! It's a ningyo! They're deadduring the day and only reanimate at night. Kinda like my ex, that girl knew how to PARTY."
"Who would have thought such a nice place would be full of crack houses?"
"Splitting up never turns out well for anyone involved. Look at bananas. You think they enjoy being split up? I doubt it."
"You're right, I can't hear anything..."
"Nice to meet you too Cashik. Though I have to ask, don't you guys usually live in oceans and stuff and avoid people? Water you bother doing here?"
"Oh good! I was beginning to think I'd have to go alone. Dorian, by the way."
"I agree completely. Like I said, I'm headed there already. No need to beg me!"
"Well you're in luck! We're headed there already."
"You were probably better off throwing it to anyone else!" Dorian yells, waving his rail-thin arms at the man.
Nevertheless, Dorian hauls as hard as he can, and the boat actually moves! "Hey, buddy, this thing's heavy you know. i don't wanna start a row but uh, maybe YOU could?" Dorian says and gestures to the man's oar.
"Hey, don't get crabby, we're coming!" Dorian yells. He moves toward the guy, though with no real plan of how to help him. "Have you tried swimming?" he asks, helpfully.
"Well, that was ominous." Dorian settles on, seeing as how he can't ask follow-up questions of the guy. Like, are you sure she didn't just leave and go off with her new husband somewhere?
"So I'm having so much fun I could never stop!" "Tell you what though, I have work to do. I will if someone tells me about Black Cove, I'm new around here." Given their response to his jokes so far, the crowd should jump at this rare opportunity.
Dorian wracks his brain for another joke for his set.
And comes up with another in the vein of what he has been coming up with for the last half hour. "Hey, this one's for all you fishermen out there!" "What's the difference between a piano and a fish? Eh?" he waits expectantly for guesses. None come. "Ah, too hard for you? Well it's simple really: You can tune a piano, but you can't tuna fish!"
"So two Clerics walk into a tavern. One of 'em asks the other 'So what've you been up to?' and the other replies 'I've been training the future religious leaders of our faith! The first one asks 'So, how's that workin' out' and the second replies 'Eh, I'm makin' a Prophet.'" he summons a small snare drum and cymbals *BADUM TSHHH* "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week. Whether you want me to be or not! ZING!"
Having a bit of trouble with the crunch (I have no idea what I want Anzir to actually DO. I have exactly one Feat written down.), but here's the background. |