At the palanquin's inquiry, Kirrish does his best to be polite.
"Answer: Not this now, thank you. We are liking as 'nonchalant', this now. We would like to work you another now, though"
Kirrish will scrutinize the people entering the bar, to see if they're anyone he's looking for.
Radik probes his partially healed wounds with a finger.
"Leaving the Lady's heralds behind was a poor idea."
He stares at the floor, then at the ceiling.
"Hm. Weapons make you weak."
Noticing the employees growing discomfort, Faindriac does his best to appear nonthreatening and nonchalant. Which means that his facial expression appears to be a cross between intense scowling and casual superiority. But he makes no threatening gestures, and does not stare around the room, allowing his psicrystal to be his 'eyes' as he palms it and has it look around the room as he holds it.
Whispering for Zuko to cover him, Faindriac casually turns on his stool to survey the room. He does not allow his gaze to rest on the man in the headscarf, but makes eye contact long enough for the man to know he has been observed.
The man pushes the empty stool next to him back with his foot, as he extends a long, thin finger in your direction.
After the exchange of goods with Shenkner and listening to spirits trapped in shiney peices of metal that are not interested in her; Kha Chik decides to find a second story perch near the two thri kreen for strength and security; will get a good archer vantage point to the front of this bar I think they are in front of so I have a good field of fire and vision and can give warning of things to take heed of like organized groups moving our direction.
spot: 14 +9 = 23
hide; 17 +12= 29
listen 11+9 = 20
hmm not seeing anything of interest at the bar; all to meet one fellow; hmm, I go back to check on our supposed wealth of spirit laden iron weapons; will try to keep an eye on both halves of the group.
Holdrus will stay to guard the weapons, Scirocco will not be left behind.
I will spend time watching each group, going back and forth and keep both groups informed about the status of the other as best I can; staying hidden and keeping watch in this battle of securing weath vs information. Where the greater good is served; who can say at this point.
The man pushes the empty stool next to him back with his foot, as he extends a long, thin finger in your direction.
Faindriac turns to Zuko. "If you would be so kind as to, 'watch my back', I believe the phrase is, I believe our erstwhile contact has chosen to identify himself to me." He says softly to the fire priest as he takes a sip of his drink.
"I shall return." The Psion says, replacing his crystal in his bag. He then slowly rises, walks casually over to the table the man is seated at, and sits down on the stool the man pushed out with his foot. He then takes another sip of his drink, and looks at the man with a raised eyebrow.
Holdrus stays behind with the weapons of power.
It's felliniesque, really. They killed and ate you. So,...you're with all of us, except Schenker.
Obviously you're not with Aso and the weapons, because he's about to taper one off (and it's a bigun cuz he chowed down lots of hobbit yesterday) onto your loudmouthed daggers.
Managing the surprising feat of avoiding attracting attention as a large, humanoid creature flying between buildings, Kha-Chik watches the Kreen interact with various passerby outside the tavern, in between attempts to keep Aso from tearing himself in half.
The stranger looses his head covering, revealing familiar features.
“Hello again,” he whispers. “It is good to see you…ah…I must profess I have forgotten your name.”
“We were together for such a short time, and, well, when you’ve seen one human…no offense!”
Leaning in close, he tells you, “I have excellent news; I caught up with our oppressors and exacted vengeance. Judging by your appearance, you have not been idle here in Raam. You appear to be looking for someone; did you take notice I was searching for the others?”
Radik, why do you take orders from the half-breed? Who does he think he is to push you around?
You could be in charge. You should be in charge.
I think perhaps soon you will be in charge, if he was to have…an accident?
"I take orders from no one. Including you."
hehe; chirp; cluck ")
MalaKi waits and watches. He stays apart from the rest of the group in the bar.
Now that I can't shit on Radik's b&#$@es....
Schenker heads back to the talking weapon sump, having learned nothing but the location of some chicks that might know something about some elves.
"C'mon, Radik. I know's you was follerin me. Hrrrrmmmmm....."
Now that I can't s@@# on Radik's b@%*#es....
Guard, spy, guard, spy; chirp :)
All right, let’s see if I have everyone here:
Holdrus is hanging out at the hotel, watching Aso’s mental state deteriorate as Marada sleeps through the day. Kha-Chik is flitting between both locations; Shenker and Radik are heading back towards the hotel from the compound. Meanwhile Faindrac is sitting down to talk with an “old friend” while MalaKi and Zuko watch for trouble, and the Skarsnikt and Kirrish keep watch outside the bar. I miss anyone?
For those of you listening to the music in Iz Z’tal: Linkie.
heh we are a big group of thugs hehe; chirp. Roundup sounds about right.
Aso is going to crap on the dagger. Is anyone going to stop him?
hmm; biped humonoid males have such strange behaviors; waste in ones nest is unhealthy. squak
Aso is going to crap on the dagger. Is anyone going to stop him?
Holdrus smiles. "Be careful or you'll get Metal up your ass!"
hehe H'eavy Metal Chirp
All right, let’s see if I have everyone here:
Holdrus is hanging out at the hotel, watching Aso’s mental state deteriorate as Marada sleeps through the day. Kha-Chik is flitting between both locations; Shenker and Radik are heading back towards the hotel from the compound. Meanwhile Faindrac is sitting down to talk with an “old friend” while MalaKi and Zuko watch for trouble, and the Skarsnikt and Kirrish keep watch outside the bar. I miss anyone?
For those of you listening to the music in Iz Z’tal: Linkie.
Holdrus smiles. "Be careful or you'll get Metal up your ass!"
"You th...th...th...think it can f...f...f...fly w...w...w...without the others around?"
Go for it friend. I could use the amusement of hearing the knife cry in indignation.
<Aso looks a little nervous and undecided.>
"I d...d...d...dunno. Wh...wh...wh...what if it f...f...flies up my ass?"
It's a knife Aso, it can't fly. If it could've it would've by now. Go ahead and pinch a loaf on it. I bet you a silver that you can't cover the entire hilt with it.
Aso sticks his hand out to shake on it with Holdrus.
Then he tapers a loaf on the handle.... But he's watching real careful, that thing so much as moves a hair's breadth he's dodging. No way that thing gets him flat footed.
Zuko watches everyone. He considers the best way to torch the place.
Zuko watches everyone. He considers the best way to torch the place.