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Ophiuchus:
"Would you prefer it if I was chubby?" asks Merian, indignant, "Ass!" With that, she clubs Ophiuchus with his missing flail. A flail falls onto Ophiuchus' head from seemingly out of nowhere.
"Yes, please do say it my dear Ophiuchus. I worry what that brute will do to you if you do not give him what he wants..." Merian starts biting her nails as she looks on.
Ophiuchus:
"No harm indeed!" seethes Merian, "Did you hear what that cocky poser just said? He carelessly splashed you with flames. Oh, my dear Ophi, won't you sit still while I tend your wounds?"
Ophiuchus' wand creeps loose of his backpack, floating in the air, and suddenly his burns ease. His old skin hardens and a fresh skin forms beneath. Eventually, the wounds are shed onto the ground and Ophiuchus is as good as new.
Ophiuchus:
"Oh, my poor dear Ophiuchus!" cries Merian, working frantically to beat the flames from the Nagaji, "Why do these horrible men and gnomes insist upon burning you! I don't know why you don't listen to me and go back home to Kassen and live out your days with your adoptive brothers and sisters. I would dearly like to see my hometown again..."
Merian pauses for a moment, "At least they never burned you. Well, other than that one time..." Ophiuchus flushes slightly as many of the small fires that have sprung up over his body seem to be patted out by invisible hands.
Ophiuchus:
"Ophi!" screams Merian, "Don't you dare attack again!" The panicked woman grabs for Ophiuchus' flail as he swings it, causing him to miss.
[b"You are sorely wounded, now head back to safety and heal yourself!"[/b] The brave fool.
Ophiuchus: Merian sits in the corner and watches the exchange. She whispers quietly to herself, "Oh, but you did always like the light conversation, my dear Ophie. Well, chat away my brave, brave naga-man. You've certainly earned it. I won't stop trying to protect you, oh no... but I am so proud. So proud."
Ophiuchus:
Merian cradles Ophiuchus' head in her lap. She removes his wig and leans forwards to tenderly kiss his brow over and over.
"It is going to be alright, my darling," she mutters softly between kisses, "It is not time to join me yet. You have much to do, you poor, brave man. So much living to do." The healing brings the nagaji back to consciousness. Ophiuchus seems to lift his head at a low angle above the ground and holds it there, displaying remarkable core strength. His wig floats off his head of its own accord to flop onto the ground beside him. Those who are nearby can see small, wet marks appear on his brow.
Ophiuchus:
"Noooooo!" wails Merian as her adoptive "sister" hits the floor, his blood mixing with the blood of his assailant. She pounds uselessly on the undead monstrosity's shoulders as it turns to find new prey. "Noooooo!" comes a faint, haunting wail from somewhere in the middle of the room as Ophiuchus falls to the floor, unable to remain conscious due to his severe wounds.
Ophiuchus:
"Are you insane? I won't let you do this!" Merian grabs for Ophiuchus' tower shield as he tries to equip it, "No, no, no! You give that thing to Trask. He's the one who should be facing a pillar of arrows, not you!"
Ophiuchus almost bashes the weakened Hamilton Trask in the face with his tower shield before finally strapping it on and standing behind Strong Brute.
Ophiuchus:
"You're not thinking about risking your neck to heal that brute, are you?" squeals Merian, slapping Ophiuchus' hands as he searches his pack, "Run, love, run!"
Typical men. Always wanting to change the terms of the relationship.
Ophiuchus: "I am with you, my dear," says Merian, sounding slightly hurt, "And time does heal all things. At the very least, time will ensure that you will join us in the end."
Ophiuchus:
Merian pulls the shield off of Ophiuchus, causing him to drop it. "Those shields are for those in the front line. You are NOT going out to the front line!"
Ophiuchus:
Merian fusses with Ophiuchus as he attempts to retrieve the key. "Don't you even think about going down there to insert that key, love!" scolds Merian, getting on Ophiuchus' back once more, "You're still wounded from that crossbow bolt and I don't want you joining me here in this world." Who knows what she means by that last comment. Paying no mind to Merian's warnings, Ophiuchus continues down the slide towards the golem. Incensed at being ignored, Merian hooks a ghostly foot around Ophiuchus' left shin and kicks out with great force. Her adoptive "sister" falls flat on her back and slides ungracefully down the slope.
Ophiuchus eventually retrieves the key and makes to head down the ramp. The poor nagaji's legs fail him, however, moving suddenly to the side. While his descent is brief, Ophiuchus bounces off Strong Brute at the bottom, and lands on his back just next to the ramp. Luckily, the statue of Kassen is too distracted trying to smash Hamilton Trask to notice or take advantage of the nagaji's troubles.
Ophiuchus :
"Oh, I do not like that one, my dear," says Merian in a low, angry voice, "Not one little bit." Merian comes down to the bottom of the pool with Ophiuchus, and fusses over which key is which, "No, love, not that one. Or is it the next one? Here, let me... well, I guess you have that spell but still... oh, you're not letting that brute haul you up like a slab of meat are you?"
Ophiuchus is in the water for longer than the others would expect. He seems to have some trouble retrieving the correct key. In the end, though, he finds it and is hauled back up to the surface.
Ophiuchus:
"And I thought you were mad..." Ophiuchus twitches involuntarily.
Ophiuchus: "Oh, ye gods! You've been hit. Get back here," squeals a shocked Merian, "Let the big brute and the angry one deal with this... oh, my, you're bleeding. No, don't reach for that flail. You will not be racing in and fighting this one. I forbid it!"
Merian grabs onto the flail with all her (insignificant) might and will not let go.
Ophiuchus:
'This looks so fetching on you, dear, best not to lose it," Merian replaces Ophiuchus' wig, as she speaks, "And sorry for that business of tripping you while you were getting your shield - I simply could not help myself." "Got something against dead things?" pouts Merian, "Well, perhaps I can change your mind some day. Perhaps."
Ophiuchus' wig floats up from the ground and reaffixes itself to his head.
Ophiuchus:
"Well, if you are going to put yourself in danger by standing next to this thing, you might as well hit it!" Merian shouts, "Come on, Ophi, show these fools how it is done!
Merian starts kicking dust up in the wolf's face. However, since the wolf is used to such things, the only effect it produces is to agitate Ophiuchus' sensitive reptilian eyes.
A small cloud of dust appears around the wolf attacking Einhardt. While it is no more tricky to see than it was before in the dim firelight, Ophiuchus squints and has to uncomfortably blink the dust out of his eyes.
Ophiuchus:
"Ophichius, my dear, stop looking for the flail," scolds Merian, pulling at the weapon, "It's one thing to fight daddy's illusions, it is a whole other thing to battle fierce wild beasts. Now, leave it be!" Ophichius eventually locates his weapon and the two wrestle with the flail for a while until Ophichius finally comes out on top.
Ophichius searches his pack frantically. Eventually, he pulls out a flail before shoving it back in and shaking it around. He eventually manages to pull it out again, a look of victory on his face.
Ophiuchus:
"Oh, 'sister', look at you! Off on a big adventure for daddy," Merian says, not bothering to hide the condescension from her voice, "Look out for that puddle!" Merian suddenly knocks into Ophiuchus, who stumbles into a rather deep puddle and muddies the right side of his dress. Luckily, he doesn't feel the cold as mammals do, but it has made his footwear somewhat more slippery.
"Oh, my dear, my love," she says apologetically, "I don't know what came over me..." For no reason, Ophiuchus suddenly changes direction to walk into a puddle before joining the rest of the group on the main path once more.
Ophiuchus:
"Oh this one?" asks Merian, caressing Jaender's ear and sending a chill through it, "Surely you've seen him at father's place. He's a Wayang, brother. From the smell of him, he's been into father's private pipe-weed stash, too." Merian saunters around the table, inspecting each of the assembled up close. When she notices what Ophiuchus is doing, though... "Oh, you don't want to feed it!" she says coolly, "It might grow attached." With that, Merian flicks the delightfully delicious quail carcass onto the dirty taproom floor.
The tip of Jaender's ear feels a little cold. Moments later, Ophiuchus drops the proffered roast quail just as the strong brute reaches for it. The big man was almost cruelly close to addressing his hunger.
Ophiuchus:
"Ophiuchus, dear, you really must learn to be less eager when meeting new people," chides the beautiful Merian, shaking her head slightly and making that *tsk* sound that Ophiuchus could never quite manage himself, "And if you insist on wearing that ridiculous getup, you could at least try to act more ladylike." Merian stands to her full height. She is very tall for a human and even taller for a human woman, Ophichus muses, not for the first time. The lovely woman strides over, one of her long legs showing through a deliberately alluring gap in her fashionable-as-ever attire. Ophiuchus can feel her distractingly warm body heat emanating from her ample cleavage as she leans over him from behind and straightens his clothing. "There, now," she says, condescending pride in her voice, "Isn't that better?"
Everyone at the table notices that Ophiuchus' clothing seems to suddenly become straighter and less disheveled than before. It must have been the breeze. |