Ash rolls his eyes.
"Oh no!" He says in mock-seriousness/panic.
"They've infested you too! here, let me help you get yours out first!"
Geygar holds up a sharp blade, grinning far too happily,...
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Geygar draws back his bow slowly,... "I'll put some 'metal' in your @.." He mutters, before releasing the arrow at a skelly.
"Hey, you wanna find me something to fight that has Kidneys, or a liver, I can make 'em seriously regret getting up this morning. But THESE things are just annoying! I hate skellies,..."
"Well OBVIOUSLY you overfilled your closet Eddie. You should have known they'd come back to haunt you!"
Geygar narrows his eyes, and glares at Eddie. "I hate him,... SOOO much."
"I got yer' beer RIGHT here ya little',..."
The elf seems to puff up a bit, (about two sizes larger, give or take.) "Hey! My SHOT was FINE! How is it MY fault that the place is littered with frikkin' SKELETONS?!? I specialize in dealing with things that still have meat on their bones! I figgured that if anyone here was used to dealing with 'skeletons in their closet', it would be you!" Ash fusses at Eddin as he reloads his crossbow.
"RassinFrassinSkeletons!!
"OH trust me. When I find one of THOSE you'll be the FIRST one I show it to,..." "Undead. WHY'D it have to be UNdead? Do you how frustrating it is to try and kill something that you've already killed?!?" Geygar complains bitterly as he swings out his crossbow. "Come and get some boneheads!"
Ash shakes his head. "Blasted undead. NO respect for Elvish skill! Some days I don't know why I bother. Oh yeah. I like breathing."
Ash leans forward, as if to dash fleetly onward. Then rolls his eyes sighs dramatically.
A few moments later, A voice says from behind Eddin (JUST far enough away to be out of reach of blade swing.)
The thought of possible shinies hidden in the grave-holes are almost too tempting to pass up.
But the thought of digging through all of that makes the elf's nose wrinkle in distaste. He didn't mind a little blood on his hands, or a LOT of blood on his hands, figuratively or literally. But for a moment his prim and proper upbringing reared it's ugly head and went 'EW!'. Besides, such tasks were SO much easier, and enjoyable, when working alone. Without the time constraints of dealing with a murderous hyperactive man-child, or a meticulously impatient nanny with a magical leash. Ash takes another look around the chamber for traps (ALWAYS a good way to know there is something valuable nearby),...
From the shadows comes a whisper, "I can hear it now. 'Come see Eddin the Comedian! If he can't kill you with laughter, he'll just kill you!'"
The elf slaps at Eddin's hand as it reaches towards the chest. Then rolls his eyes as the fighter all but dives into the chest anyway. "I appreciate you offering to carry my loot, but that's not really necessary." Ash says dryly.
The elf rolls his eyes again at Eddin's story, and snorts a laugh at Chandi's comment. "I volunteer HIM as tribute." "Well, since Big, Brawny and Brainless is offering to carry my,... erm,... our loot for us, I guess I'll just take a peek ahead." The elf gives Eddin's back one final glance, gives a small smile at something only he seems to see, and stalks out of the cave and presumably towards the other exit,...
"Darn tootin' we do!" Ash interjects, eyes glued to the shinies within the chest. The elf's grin is over the loot is downright lascivious.
"Sheesh, Eddin was right. Tough room. DON'T tell him I said that!"
Geygar rolls his eyes. "Amateurs,... getouttatheway,..."
The elf turns to face the other two. "See? THAT's How ya' do it! Honestly, what you all would do without me is a mystery. Seriously." "DIBS my pointy ears,..." He rubs his fingers together briskly and carefully opens the chest,...
In response to Chandi's question, (After searching the bodies,... thoroughly.) Geygar pads silently past where the fight took place and begins exploring further in the cave,...
Geygar LOOKS at Eddin, and around at the others. The elf shrugs. "Well. He's not, ENTIRELY, wrong there,..."
in typical Geygar fashion, he avoided taking too much damage.
the elf seems quite chipper as he searches the fallen for 'trinkets' and coins,...
"You know," 'Ash' says to no one in particular. "I used to think after all I seen, no one could get under my skin. I was wrong." The elf grins evilly, caressing a knife,... "In return, I think I'll get under his skin. Fair's fair,..."
"Wishful thinking. But I like the way you think." Geygar admits dryly to Kanir as he cleans and replaces his own weapons. And gleefully rubs his hands together as he prepares to search the bodies,....
'All your goodiess are belong to usss!' the elf hisses Smeagol-like as he gleefully rifles through pockets, pouches and anything else that looks interesting.
Geygar nods his head in appreciation of Kanir's abilities. "Yeah. Nice trick."
Geygar eyes the floating Drow ICe queen. "See? YOU guys could take lessons from her. She knows how to CHILL." The elf chuckles at his joke. "Ah yeah,. I kill me,..."
Geygar looks at the floating caster above, now encased in ice. "Nice touch." He admits to Myth. The elf takes shelter behind Gareth's looming form, and attempts to do his own vanishing act,...
Geygar looks around at the remaining drow. He nods in appreciation of the drow floating above. "Clever. Dangerous. I like her. HEY SWEETIE! YOU WANNA DANCE SWEETHEART?!?"
Geygar shrugs. "Aw well. The 'Ash' gave you a chance. Here's a tip. Practice your groveling more in your next life!" The elf hisses some words in a mystic tongue, his rapier crackles with electricity, and he shoves it towards the face of the dark elf,...
"Hey There. How ya' Doin'? Name's 'Ash'. I'll accept your surrender now. Groveling is optional, but encouraged."
Geygar narrows his eyes.
Geygar flexes his sword arm, then dashes past Chandi and into the room,...
"I must care. Otherwise the Ash would just slide the blade in edge-wise. Thereby guaranteeing me the last word,..."
Well FIRST they;d have to care. THEN there's the eternal struggle of getting a word in edgewise,..."
Geygar rolls his eyes at teh outburst, but his weapon appears in his hand as if by magic. "Sheesh, A man can't even loot the dead in peace. What kind of cruddy second-rate dungeon are you running here?! I paid for the DELUXE experience!"
not wanting to miss out on ANY loot, much any GOOD loot, Ash casually examines the area as well,...
Geygar shakes his head. "Sheesh. Buncha Mamby-Pambys. Get a glimpse of a pretty face with a spider-body and they just Stick around for whatever happens next. Not the Ash. He's got things to do, and places to go! Um, we're headed THAT way, right?"
"Yeah! That's right! Just come back if yeh want some more! Oh, wait,..." Ash kicks lightly at the nearest spider-lady body. "You can't. Your dead. Nyahh."
"Meh. Yer alright until yeh start referring to yourself in the third person. Or become famous for repeating the same one-liners over and over. The Ash would never do that." <turns to the spiders, brandishing his weapons> "Alright you ugly she-B@#$%, Come get some!" ;P
"Oh Eddie,... Yer such a card." "Here, hold this for a minute will'ya pal?" (Hands Eddin a large, black ball with a rope hanging out of one end. The rope is lit,... Geygar immediately vanishes from sight,...)
Ash looks at the now-engaged spider-woman, and then at the webbed Chandi. He arches a thin graceful eyebrow. "Don't move. Seriously." He advises the Blue-skinned Handler. Ash purses his lips thoughtfully, tilts his head one way, then the other, and smiles ever so slightly. "Don't worry. I do this sort of thing ALL the time. This won't hurt (me) a bit!" He promises, his smile not in the least bit creepy,...
And he makes a single, lightning-swift stroke with his rapier,... directly down the center line of Chandi's body.
Ash rolls his eyes,... "Yes you do,... 10 years out of date, and smells of mothballs,..." Ash murmurs with a smirk, then recalls that he is supposed to be paying attention to something,... OH RIGHT! The spider-woman. Women. Whatever. He's all for inter-species fraternization, but these are just a little too, creepy, even for him. He's pretty sure it's the pincers.
Geygar snorts. "And they call ME a showoff!" Geygar shrugs. "Well, they aren't wrong,..."
"Ah. Two, there always are,..." Ash grumbles in an oddly high voice. "The bait, and the partner! Heads up Myth!" Geygar offers helpfully, if belatedly.
"MmmphERmpphER!" Ash Agrees with Chandi wholeheartedly. Then the Elf relaxes, wiggles a bit,... shifts his shoulders,... wiggles some more,...
And in a moment he is free of the sticky strands, except for a few remaining in his tastefully tousled hair. "Sorry m'lady. I'm a free spirit. I don't like getting TIED DOWN in a relationship. Not on the first date anyway." The insufferable elf smirks. Ash raises his rapier once more.
"Ignore it. Make with the killing, please," might be what Chandi muffledly mumbles from within the sticky silk."What? I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am at this. Also that spiderweb stuff over your mouth probably isn't helping." "Too bad it couldn't have covered YOUR mouth instead of Blue-Babe's,...WHOOPMPPPH!" Ash snarks, as the thin stream of webbing ignores his fancy maneuvers to hit precisely where he was going to be. It's uncanny, really.
"UNmmphBEmpphFREAKmpphINmpphLEVAsmpphsBLE,..."
As the curtain of webbing drops, Ash momentarily pauses his dash, and rolls his eyes. "Yep. Shoulda Seen THAT one coming!"
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