forum For Geckofying, Kekofying and General Chaos

Started March 01, 2022 by Deleted user

tune

Grace: Grins and kneels in front of Leo Yeah, actually. I do.

Leo: hands Grace a lollipop with a grin I make them myself!

Grace: Smiles and unwraps it, sticking it in her mouth. It's strawberry flavored, she notes with surprise Really?

Leo: nods Yup! I have normal ones and ones for me that make people not do stuff!
Corrin: translating from the vague tongue of seven-year old children The ones that don’t make people do stuff nullify his and all silvertongue abilities.
Leo: to Grace You got a normal one. But they’re all good!

Grace: Nods I figured as much. None of my abilities were deadened, so. . . shrugs. She grins at Corrin and uses her charmspeaking on him. Hey, could you get me a knife?

Corrin: grins back at Grace No can do.

On’nyosh: A bit lost in regard to the conversation, but pulls out a knife. I have one, but it comes with a small price. Playful grin.

Grace: Looks surprised, and chuckles Good to know. Turns to On'nyosh Yes. . .?

On’nyosh: Chuckles mischievously. Give me a kiss.

Corrin: to Grace Nothing against you, I’m sure you’re not like Castor. But I worked with him for three or four lifetimes. If I didn’t learn how to protect myself from charmspeak and silvertongue, I’d be stealing trombones left and right.
Leo: I like trombones.

Grace: Shrugs and kisses On'nyosh Can I have the knife now? Looks at Corrin and chuckles I've heard of him. He's one of the better charmspeakers I've met, but he is a long shot from the best.

On’nyosh: Grins wide. Yes, but be gentle, dear. We’re attached at the hip. Snickers, and unties the string connecting the knife to the scabbard on his left hip.

Grace: Snorts I know my way around a knife. I know how to treat a weapon. Takes the knife and unsheathes it in one smooth motion. She checks the balance and the edge, determining that the jester had most likely made it himself and had a good eye and steady hand. Did you make this?

On’nyosh: Chuckles. No comment on the joke, then? Oh well. Watches her in fascination, a thoughtful smile on his face at the way she studied the knife. Not directly, but I did have a hand in its creation. I’m very particular about my tools and weapons.

Grace: Grins You're pretty good. And by the way, don't worry where the knife goes. I'll get it back, trust me. She throws the knife, and it hits an old oak tree, passing straight through it like a knife through butter. It goes through the next and the next and the next. After a few minutes, it's stopped. She calls it back, and it's undamaged. She whistles. Damn. Sturdy knife. By the way, I wouldn't touch the edge of it now if I were you.

On’nyosh: Chuckles, then nods. He hums as the knife flies through the trees, glancing at Grace in amazement. Then laughs at her next words. Indeed. It has to be sturdy for my work. And… alright. Clears his throat, then snickers.

Grace: Grins You make it sound like you're a brawler, rather than a jester. And just so On'nyosh knows not to fuck with it, she merely presses it against her palm. Immediately, blood starts beading on her skin. See? Don't fuck with it. It'll cut through you just as easily. She sheathes it and passes it back to On'nyosh in a smooth motion.

Shai and AJ have been doing something off to the side

Grace: Turns away from On'nyosh and wanders towards Shai and AJ. What are you doing?

AJ: jumps, and slips a big piece of… something into his pocket smoothly Absolutely nothing.

Grace: Narrows her eyes It looked like you were trying to work out a money deal.

On’nyosh: Laughs. No, I’m not a brawler. But, self-defence and certain performances do require a knife. Watches Grace cut her palm and nods. I get it. It’s fucking sharp. Takes the knife back, putting it back on his hip. He then glances toward Shai and AJ, watching.

AJ: snorts Well, no. I wasn't. And even if you knew what I was trying to do, you wouldn't know why or what it would do. So there's no sense in telling you.
Shai: But apparently, the purpose of his life is to not make sense. So feel free to try.

Grace: Sighs I've had enough of trying to guess motivations to last me an eternity. Which, incidentally, is how long I have to live. Eternity. Steps away from the two, and turns to On'nyosh. Fuck it, let's blow this mortal plane. It sucks.

On’nyosh: Laughs at the whole interaction. His eyes brighten when Grace turns back to him. Ooh, I’m always up for traveling.