Samuel 'Smith' Transon's page

"I'll watch your back", Smith says casually scouring the room for any other ne'erdowells.

Nonchalantly, Smith whispers into Abby's ear, letting Kai listen; "I don't know for sure, but I'd bet my horse on it. That group over there is no good. And if that thing is an elf, we should be worried. Isn't Gracie with an elf too?"

"Sis, this whole thing has my stomach in a knot.", Smith whispers. "How do I know I can trust it? This place is so different. I miss the forge; there, you just have to smash things hard enough to get them to fit right. Everything's out of order here."

Smith will still Detect Evil on the place, stopping and focussing on anything that registers.

"Let's visit the good doctor, then. Maybe he'll be able to explain what's going on."

"You don't think Gracie has been eaten up by now?"

"I agree. Who knows what foul creatures could be lured here by the stench of that foul creature."

Samuel hefts his warhammer, and points in the direction of Clearbrook.

"We should be getting home."

The contents of Smith's lunch begin swimming a little too quickly for him. The sight of the corpse is a bit much, and he vomits behind a tree, leaving the gruesome inspection for the others.

"Should I....put out the fire?"

"Gracie's the squirrel. We don't need to go to her house." Smith points down to the ground. "Look, she likes being a squirrel."

"And you? Which one are you?" Smith asks, gently.

"I know how to be kicked around by them, at least.", Smith grumbles.

"C'mon Ameei. Show us where the problem is."

"Do you think we're in the fae version of our world?", Smith ponders for a moment before, eyes widening, he looks at Kai.

"What are they doing to OUR FORGE?!"

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"Yes, Let's get out of here, whatever we do."

Sam tosses a particularly mushy snowball at the newcomers, feeling better and better with every toss.

"Take that!"

"Oh that's it! I am more than catching up with you! I'm going to teach you for mocking me!"

Smith packs a snowball as tight as he can, and whips it at his little sister.

Not wanting to feel the sting of the retaliation, he dives into a large bank of snow, and begins crafting a handful of more snowballs, using his back as cover.

Smith nods and gets up from the table.

"Oh my head. I think I've had too much. At any rate I think I need to head back to Thallthorne's. I liked the bathrooms there much better."

Smith gathers his things and starts to head down the stairs again.

Smith catches Len's eye, and sends his own reassuring wink back.

Abby

Smith leans over and kisses Abby on the forehead.

"Say, if we're stuck here, why not drink! Drink the whole rainbow, I say! There's plenty to choose from."

"I'll have something...strong, actually. Something with a bit of a kick."

"Len, I still don't trust her. But I trust you, and Abby. I have to. I'll give you that much. Perhaps we could dance a bit, and then we could all retire for the night. Assuming night happens here."

Smith lets out a heavy sigh; "I'm so lost."

"Fine! Whatever! Let's play in the snow! I didn't ask any of you to follow me. Let's forget why we're here. Ameei is doing a heck of a lot to help us out here, obviously."

Smith gives up, folds his arms, and is silent.

Smith barges right through the door into Silk's.

"I'm looking for Blackthorn. We have a very important matter to discuss. Does anyone here know where he is?" Smith calls out to the general crowd.

"I'm willing to bet that Blackthorn isn't the dancing type. Perhaps we should keep going. There can't be that many more."

"No, nothing yet. This place gives me the chills, I'm going to keep trying above. Come find me, if you manage to find Blackthorn before I do."

Smith gives the others a nod, before continuing up the stairs to the next bar.

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"While I am willing to apologize for the manner in which I displayed my frustration, I can not apologize for the energies that powered it. Nor will I let my actions condemn any of the others here. Judge all you want, but judge me alone."

Smith pushes in his chair.

"I harbour no ill will towards you, fair one, but I think I may try my luck upstairs. I'd like to hear both sides of the story."

Smith reaches across the table, and gently touches his sister's chin, softly saying: "I'll be back soon.", before heading toward and then up the stairs. On his way, he turns just enough to catch Len's eye, and gives him a subtle wink.

"I want to know everything. Who you are, where we are, what the sides in this...conflict are, and, more importantly, what are the stakes? If this is painful for you, I can understand, but you are more in-the-know than we are. We don't know a thing about this world."

Smith stands up again, moving his chair out of the way.

"If Blackthorn is upstairs, maybe I should seek answers from him. You said the truce prevents him from attacking us, and he's trapped too, right? Well...maybe he'll be more forthcoming. We both want out; maybe we could work out a deal."

He's trying to gauge Ameii's reaction to this proposition.

"I'm talking about myself.", Smith insists. "Speaking on anyone else's behalf would make me a tyrant. If Grace wanted to come here, that's fine. If she wanted to go with the Seelie, that's fine too. But I certainly don't want to be here."

Smith sits down, not loosing the grip on his warhammer at all, and continues; "Blackthorne may operate in a dignified manner, but that is because he may come and go as he pleases. I don't want to be here in the first place. We were all shunted here, and forced to sit down and eat with you, and listen to what you have to say; how dare you expect me to behave myself! I feel like a captive here. Do you know what happens when you provoke a caged animal?"

Smith's words come out fast and hot; he's obviously having a very difficult time in this new world, where he has very little control over affairs.

"I think I've heard enough. Whatever game you creatures are playing is yours to play. However, dragging an innocent person into them, on either side, is not fair. And that's certainly not playing by the rules. Not by my book."

Smith slams his warhammer on the table, spilling his food and his drink, for punctuation. He squeezes it's grip hard.

"Now. I think we've had enough to eat. But I do want to hear more. Tell me more about these sides, and who is involved. Tell me everything. And keep in mind, I'm not feeling very patient, currently."

"An Elf? It sounds...beautiful. Are there many....Elfs?"

"Yes. I grabbed some on my way. I don't know how much we'll need. Geez. Do they even take coins?"

"I'm just going to keep an eye on him. I don't want any trouble, but I'm not going to let him get near you!", Smith whispers.

"Eat up, who knows when we'll get to eat again." Smith leaves the table to go fill his plate, looking a little silly carrying his warhammer in one hand, but he makes no effort to hide it. In fact, he wants to make sure it is seen, especially by Blackthorn. He puts the hammer down only briefly enough to stack some tasty items on his plate, before returning to his group.

"Salad most definitely counts." Smith adds, secretly tightening his grip on his warhammer under the table. He gently uses his feet to set up his shield in an easy-to-grab position, under the table.
"Couldn't you just feel it, sis? It's sickening."

"I'm trying to be in...inconspicuous, you two. Ah blast it." Smith takes a drink of Abby's green liquid, secretly a little terrified of it. He starts again, this time with a lowered voice; "There's a fellow in the corner over there. I can't put my finger on it, but just looking at him makes my skin crawl. I have goosebumps all over. I know they must be bad news, and I'm just watching him to make sure he keeps things civil like."

What is the figure doing? Does he notice us talking about him?

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Smith purveys the room, using his knack for spotting a bad seed. He's focused not on the group at hand, but rather at all the creatures surrounding his group.

His mind never strays once from his role as protector; he was not ready to trust these new beings.

"I love water.", Smith corrects.

"Clean water. You have that, right?"

Smith does not loosen his grip on his hammer.

"So we're dining here? And what currency do you accept? Human infants?"

"Hey wait for me! I'm not losing you again!", Smith tramples up to the others.

"I'd like to keep mine where they are right now, if you don't mind. Just, who are you? And what is a Thall....Thallathorne?"

"Since before....mom and dad died." Smith assures Abby.

Smith looks up into Len's calming eyes, and accepts a proffered hand in standing up.

"Well, I guess I'm just really confused by this whole thing. I didn't even see this house, let alone remember opening a door. I guess I was too consuumed with trying to find Abby..." Smith trails off as he walks towards his sister.

He throws his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "I'm just glad you're safe, kid."

"What's the story of this place, anyway?" he asks at anyone who'll give him an answer."

"Up? Hosts? Wha--?"

Smith releases his grip on Abby's arm, reeling around to take in the site of the place. Spinning and spinning like a top, Smith loses himself, dizzily crashing to the ground.