Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Seven Days to the Grave

[Axel]

Mhairi

Mhairi shivered a little as the casual memory of Lamm stirs up a whole host of memories. This Lynn lady sounds alright though. Wonder what her connection is?

During the walk away from the warehouse Mhairi kept silent. There was nothing really to say in relation to that vile place. Still, she reached out a hand toward Ignatius - hoping he'd take it. Human (or demi-human) company could overcome just about anything, given the right person and enough time.

 

[Kaodi]

Ignatius looked down at the proffered hand. Do I take it...? Against his better judgement (assuming he has any) the ifrit takes it and squeezes gently. Mhairi cannot help notice how warm his hand is. "I can certainly appreciate the need for a little reassuring contact after what we saw down there," Ignatius says quietly. "With Sarenrae's blessing may we find a way to cleanse it on the morrow." The ifrit hopes his topical pronouncements will prevent him from given young half-elf woman the wrong idea about his intentions.

 

[Neurotic]

prevent him from given young half-elf woman the wrong idea about his intentions.

Oh, but who's gonna protect you from HER intentions

 

[Axel]

Mhairi

Mhairi squeezed Ignatius' hand. Human(ish) contact was always worthwhile. What's he babbling about cleansing and stuff for? Strange guy...

She looked up quizzically at the holy ifrit. "Tomorrow's a newday. Who knows what will happen? Maybe the Queen will die of Blood Veil for all I know." She paused, adding softly with a coy smile on her face "I'm more interested in the rest of tonight....

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Oh, but who's gonna protect you from HER intentions

Dunno...maybe he doesn't want to be protected? Actually, should ALWAYS use protection...
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[Kaodi]

"Ummm, uh, right, I suppose we should all concentrate on getting a getting a full night's sleep..." says the ifrit evasively as he prays that Zellara's house will have little in the way of privacy. Not that that may matter to this one...

 

[Neurotic]

Edmond looks knowingly at the ifrit for the moment, but offers neither smile of reassurance nor smirk of amusement.

 

[Axel]

Mhairi

Mhairi smiled at Ignatius' dissembling response. She pulled on his arm, to bring his ear closer to her. Whispering into it she says, "Is it your first time Ignatius? It's OK, I don't mind," she added in a mischevious tone before releasing the pressure on his arm.

 

[Kaodi]

"Hardly," mumbles the ifrit. "I have been down this road numerous times before," says Ignatius quietly, "And yet I ended up here instead of married with three children running a farm in the countryside." He lets go of Mhairi's hand.

[sblock=OOC]So, while I was looking at oracle archetypes for a completely different game I made an amazing discovery that I ha not been aware of: Oracles get cure (or inflict) spells in addition to their regular spells known?! Apparently I have been handicapping my characters breadth this whole time. Thankfully we just gained a level so after this rest there is a reasonable explanation for these newfound powers. But still. I was really flabbergasted to find that out after all this time.[/sblock]

 

[Axel]

Mhairi

Mhairi scowled. It wasn't the rejection that rankled so much as the complete and utter misinterpretation of her intentions. "Who said anything about kids and farms?" she muttered. "I like my life and wouldn't change much. Kids would get in the way and farms are just...well....not my thing. Suit yourself though," she concluded, mentally adding I hope you're cold tonight. Might be I'll just go out by myself then and see what's changed in this place.

 

[Kaodi]

Ignatius raises an eyebrow. "I never said they were," he says, frowning. "But in my experience no relationship based on pure lustiness has worked out well, and many have worked out quite poorly. As we have known each other for all of two days, I cannot see what else we would be going on other than such attraction." The ifrit is clearly agitated now. For whatever reason this is clearly a sore point for him. Where is this damn house?! Let sleep take me, and may my dreams be free of such foolishness.