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Fable's feathers seem a bit ruffled after the doctor's statement, and he angrily disappears into a fold of Netissys' hood. What an ass, I expected nothing less from the likes of him. Tengu are NOT birds, they are an ill-mannered bunch of thieves who have fallen from the majesty of the skies who WISH they were birds. How dare he honor him with such a title as BIRD! To Gibbs, before he disappears:
Hmph. Of course he asks Nerissys to do this. I expected nothing less than for him to send an "underling" to do his bidding! Fable gives the doctor a hard glare as Nerissys moves past him to reach their prisoner.
Hearing that the doctor will be getting to work, Fable pokes his head out to observe. Let's see what this old quack can actually do...
Fable happily whistles back to Rathor and smugly ruffles his feathers a little before nestling himself aginst Nerissys neck. At least SOMEBODY has his head on straight. I don't trust this fellow, not one bit! "Hmmm yes, where is our captain? It is about time he made his appearance."
Fable bows at his name and addresses the group "Pleasure to meet you all and see you again Rathor. I am Nerissys' babysitter, bodyguard, voice of reason, and friend. I am sure it will be momentous serving with you all." FabLe takes a moment to size everyone up and mutters under his breath "It seems like they are letting anyone be a Pathfinder these days..."
Stunned at not one but two other people effectively communicating with him, Fable calms down quite a bit and surrenders himself to Olga's affection. When the Venture-Captain enters the room, he flutters over to Nerissys head and nestles down into her hair.
By the time Fable notices the woman's intent, it is too late. The world goes into slow motion. Her hands reach out towards him, huge smile across her face. Fable begins to turn on Nerissys' head and raises his wings in an attempt to flee, desolation plastered upon his little face. The grabbing hands consume him and he is helplessly in her arms, the target of merciless affection.
Celestial:
Hopping up and down while flapping his wings, Fable opens his beak:
Celestial: "Nerissys, one of them is wearing armor that looks straight from the Abyss! How can you not question his motives?! And I suppose the woman with the cooking utensils will protect you with her pots and pans? That priest looks good though, I like him. Don't care much for Erastil's tenants, but I have no doubt he will at least be civil."
Celestial:
He said the room was to the left! Noooo, the left! You know what? Why don't we just go home. The Temple is only, what, three blocks east? It isn't too late! I hear the Pathfinders are a bunch of murdering thieves anyways. Ah, her must be one now. Fable lands upon Nerissys' head and gives a little bow with his introduction. |
