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Corrin: grins back at Grace No can do.
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.
Grace: Grins and loops an arm around On'nyosh. Close your eyes. Don't want to get blinded. When On'nyosh does so, a piercingly bright light spears from the heavens and hits them. Their forms disappear, and when the debris and light clears, there's a celtic knot on the ground where they were just standing.
AJ: …Well, that was weird. yells after Grace I was going to tell you
Grace shouts back from wherever she is: "I don't believe that, but okay!"
Since Grace left, I need to put someone else here, lol. So another girl has joined the chat.
The girl: Grins broadly Well hello, people!
Leo: to AJ I wanna know! Can I know? Can I see? he points to the bulge in AJ's pocket
Kek: I'm pretty sure you showed it when we met Fathom. Let me guess. It broke again.
Leo: What broke?!
Shai: to wherever Grace is No, it's true. He likes showing off his thingas, even when they're broken.
AJ: to Kek Yep. he pulls a piece of sea glass the size of a football out of his pocket Owen broke it this time. Not my fault.
Shai: to the girl Who're you?
The girl: Shrugs I'm Titan. And you are. . .?
(Well, I thought there would be a moment with Gecko-On’nyosh, but apparently not right now, lol. And now I have no idea who to put in here next)
Shai: I'm Shai. That is a genius idiot gestures to AJ
AJ: Genius idiot? Idiot genius. fiddles with the piece of sea glass and watches as a pool of dark blue inky tendrils spread through the glass, like watercolours when you paint wet-on-wet
Shai: Same difference.
AJ: Aha. Yup. slips it back in his pocket and sticks out a hand to Titan I'm the aforementioned genius idiot and idiot genius. I'm AJ.
(You know what, nevermind. I found somebody)
A well-dressed halfling enters the chat. He has the air of a businessman.
Halfling: Greetings all. Anyone in the mood for some hand-made jewelry? I sell it all day.
Titan: Carefully takes A.J.'s hand to avoid crushing it. Even so, she nearly breaks overy bone in the poor Seafarers hand. Nice to meet you. Turns to the Halfling, releasing A.J.'s hand. I doubt you could make anything strong enough for me, bud.
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