Shadowcaller wrote: ↑Mar 18, 2024 9:50 pm
[Outten Inn]
Ava was good at reading people and situations, it was her specialty in fact.
She was, however, not nearly as good at being deceptive or putting on a poker face which made her poker skills somewhat patch-work-y.
She takes a quick glance at her cards and then looks up at her opponents.
Hm.
Now how much was she going to reveal?
"Going forward? As in when I'm investigating these business you mean? Well, I am somewhat restricted by my profession but I know a fair bit of magic. Shapeshifting is what I'm best at but I know basic rock shaping and some other elemental spells." Along with other utility magic but that was harder to summarize in a few words.
"What about you two? What are your specialties?"
[Outten Inn]
"Oh, a bit of this and that." Hana shrugs. "We did a lot of cross-training at the academy. Hand-to-hand, impersonation, escape artistry... could never quite get the hang of that last one, though. My claustrophobia kept flaring up and I'd just
shut down." She smirks. "You should have seen our first encounter with Intersection. I did
not much care for being shoved into the back of a cop car."
"Tinnitus is
still actin' up." Hazel confirms. "Foh me, I'd say da hahd one was cryptography. Evehyone struggles with dat, but foh me it's just dis weihd fusion'a math and stuff dat just... it don't compute." She taps her temple with her finger. "Gives me a mighaine evehy time."
"Oh, yeah, I remember that. You used to pull me aside for all those late-night study sessions." Hana chuckles. "At first I thought you were just flirting with me. Then I saw your actual
work, and... well."
"Hey, be faih, I was
totally flihting with you." Hazel flashes her wife a finger-gun with her free hand. "I'd kinda written it off as a lost cause, but it made a great excuse ta bring you back to my dohm. Dhen you went and actually held my feet to the fihe on leahnin' dis stuff. Still don't think I could get cehtified
again if I needed to, but it wouldn'ta happened da fihst time if ya hadn't been dhere."
"Aw, honey..." Hana reaches around the table and wraps an arm around Hazel's shoulder, pulling her into a little hug and planting a kiss on her cheek for good measure. "You're smarter than you give yourself credit for. I might have provided the motivation, but passing the test? That was
all you."
Hazel laughs and pulls Hana in, but then looks up and seems to sort of re-register Ava's presence. "...Right. Sorhy. Kinda cut ya out of da conversation." She apologizes, returning to her original spot. "...What about you? You deal with anything like dhat while you wehe training ta be a cop?"
Murkus wrote: ↑Mar 21, 2024 8:23 pm
[Crash Site]
Good Doctors
"Likewise, Doctor Khafir," Kalavak says, inclining his head briefly.
Shahala remains quiet for the time being, allowing Doctor Bu to assess and begin treatment. The ceramic-like substance comes away easily - very easily, in fact, and when the damaged skin is removed, the shards and splinters of armor melt away right along with it. Shahala's biology underneath does seem comparable to a human's, and he seems to have been stabbed in the side with a rather large, savage sharp instrument. His armor roils and bubbles oddly, the liquid forming into intimidating ridges and bladed shapes - but the warrior makes a mild whistling sound, like a birdcall, and the material seems to calm.
As Bu is trying to help him, Shahala will interrupt one more time - though it seems pretty critical. He tries to grasp her shoulder, leans forward to minimize his voice, and says,
"He doesn't intend to let me leave here alive. Do you understand?"
Rather suddenly, the whole giant, living vessel shudders...
[Crash Site]
Eun yelps and drops her device as the vessel shakes, scrambling for a moment to retrieve it before it rolls into a nearby crevice.
Well, damn.
Fortunately, she can produce a second one easily enough. And while she does, she frowns at Shahala, trying to parse what he's said. Kavalak wouldn't let him leave alive? Wasn't he
just encouraging her to stabilize him? And for that matter, hadn't he had ample time to finish Shahala off prior to her arrival?
It then occurs to her that Shahala didn't say "Kavalak". He said "he". For all she knows, that could be in reference to some unseen third party, or even the clearly-organic ship itself.
"...Let us worry about that." She says finally, once again shining her penlight over the wound. This one is rather different from the first, promoting rapid clotting where it's shone, effectively causing the injury to scab over several hours before it otherwise would have; time that would normally be spent bleeding out. It's a crude solution compared to applying medigel, but she's not going to risk all the unknowns of his biology on that one; this would be a terrible way to find out he's allergic.
Reinholdt wrote: ↑Mar 19, 2024 4:37 am
[Charity Dinner]
"Obviously. I wanted to know what she's the goddess of. I've met a few goddesses in my lifetime already. But hey, if you're uncomfortable and concerned that she can't hold up..." They all tended to be quite different from each other, except for the ego they have in their particular field.
"So you think Lesserwood," Rein's just decided that's a good name for this Braeg or Brennan fellow,
"Is here because of you? Not a coincidence thing? Watching you, saw what you did, one upped you perhaps?"
Reinholdt doesn't see anything special about the snowglobe itself, but does point out the tickets.
"There's a digital component to these. Maybe that's where things went wrong."
quillpleasant wrote: ↑Mar 19, 2024 4:49 am
Charity Dinner
Atya sighs, and gives the aides a tired smile.
"What conversation? You just claimed the prize and left." She has no interest in getting them in trouble, nor in tipping off Bradanach that she knows anything about him.
Well, this is certainly not going to be any fun. Unless he gets
extremely aggressive, in which case her and Daisy will have quite a bit of fun indeed. But more than likely it's just going to be a complete and utter drag. She didn't have to make the tour a prize at all, it's her own fault!
But at least it raised some money for a good cause. That's what's important here.
Nodding at the aides, Atya excuses herself, and makes her way over to where Braon and Reinholdt are examining the machine.
"Hey... I'm sorry, Braon. I could have lied and said your name instead, it just caught me off guard," she begins, before being uncomfortably reminded of the fact that Braon might not have been cheating at all. Maybe the offer to put her name in was just being polite, and she had no intention of going through with it at all. If that was the case, then a profuse apology might just make the fiendling uncomfortable.
Ugh, why do people all have to be so complicated? This is why she likes Daisy so much- no complex feelings or secrets hidden there.
[Charity Dinner]
"...The conversation we
just ha- ow!"
The second aide clears his throat as the first rubs his ribs, wincing. "...We'll be going now. Good luck, miss."
"A digital component?" Braon blinks, staring at the machine. What the
hell was that supposed to mean? How would-
...Oh.
Braon sighs and claps a hand over her forehead, gritting her teeth in a barely-successful bid to keep herself from swearing profusely. Would her enchantment even have
worked with the added degree of separation? She certainly didn't know. Would the fact that she didn't know have thrown it off? If she didn't know what constituted an effective cheating method, how would her
enchantment know about it?
And then Atya comes in, and of
course she has the much simpler solution just lined up and ready to go. They really could have avoided this whole farce with, like,
ten more seconds of planning, but instead
literally everything had to go wrong.
Story of her life.
Braon sighs and massages the space between her horns, fighting off a migraine. "...It's fine, it's whatever." She mutters unconvincingly. "Just another layer to this whole fricking mess we have to deal with now. I shouldn't even be surprised at this point."
Just very,
very disappointed.
"Listen. I'm going to go home and sleep this off like a bad hangover." She continues, gesturing over her shoulder. "If either if you want to come with, it's fine."
Wait, no, that didn't come out right.
...Didn't come out
wrong, either, granted.
"...You know what I meant."
Who're you? ...Don't matter.
Want some rye? Course ya do!
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Damn few,
And they're aaaaall dead.