[ It is early morning in the citadel of Dumathoin's Deep, although it's hard to tell; the faint light outside the windows of your rooms has been constant since you first entered the city. Nobody has come by yet to wake you, but some of you are arising for the new day regardless. ] [ But it's time to begin doing what will need to be done for the raid you're going to be going on as soon as you can. So, get to it! ] [ Session Start! ] * Alcinoe sleeps the sleep of the really drunk the previous night. Besides, she's been all tired and worked up. * Istvan has been up for most of the night, sleeping fitfully for a bit before giving up and spending the night checking his armor over and sharpening his war pick. * HKenji is still blissfully asleep. That can't last much longer. * Istvan looks over his armor, checking the back plates. "Looks solid... no dings, no dents, no weak spots I can see..." * Tia is still snoring gently in a corner, clutching her teddy bear very tightly. * Seylin is curled up and still asleep. Her hair falls across her face, but she manages to look cute rather than messy. * Istvan looks around, surveys his armor one last time, and nods to himself. "Battle ready." He lifts up his travel anvil to put it back in his haversack, but some fluid he used in the sharpening process with his pick makes him lose his grip, and the anvil falls to the stone ground with an ear-splitting THUD. * HKenji jumps about six feet straight up, from a lying position. Literally. * Seylin yelps and bolts upright, brushing hair out of her eyes and reaching for her halberd. * WillS kneeling by the window for his early morning prayers. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! * Tia jumps to her paws immediately, an alarmed expression on her face. "Wh-what's going on?!" * HKenji immediately regrets his outburst and grabs his head, still in midair, and falls straight back down as he obeys gravity, being lawful and all. Ah! Kenji, are you okay? * Seylin eeps and pulls her halberd into a guard position. Well, we think it's in a guard position, as it's invisible, so it's hard to tell for certain. But it looks like she's holding it the right way. * Tia runs over to Kenji and shakes him. * HKenji curls up in a little ball and holds his hands over his ears. Kenjiiiiii? * Alcinoe 's bloodshot eyes pop wide open at the sounds, and she sits straight up, letting out a small yell of her own while clutching her ears. "Can't y'all keep it *down*?" * Seylin sighs and shakes her head, relaxing a bit. "Geez, Kenji," she says, having picked up on that particular Patrick-ism. She stashes her weapon away and goes off to get dressed. * WillS looks over towards Kenji for a sec, and continues praying. * Istvan grins slightly as he hears Kenji's reaction from outside the room. He pokes his head back in, and says in a clear, loud voice, "Anvil slipped. Sorry folks." * Tia shakes Kenji some more. * Tia waves to Istvan. "Hey, Isty!" * HKenji turns his head a little, opens bleary, red-rimmed eyes, and GLARES at Tia like he wishes he could kill her with the POWER OF HIS MIND. * Alcinoe groans and rolls out of her bed, landing on the floor with a thump. She's still in her clothes from last night, but at least she isn't in her armor. * Tia wilts at Kenji's glare, lets go, and backs away slowly. * Istvan steps into the room, still grinning, and waves to Tia as he responds in a comically loud voice. "Why hello, Tia! How are you on this fine morning?" * Tia is still eyeing Kenji in a somewhat fearful manner. "Um, I'm good. How're you, Isty? Kenji's being scary." * HKenji flinches at Istvan's voice. * Alcinoe decides the floor is nice, and since nobody else is in her room, curls up and tries to go back to sleep. * Tia glances worriedly at Kenji for a few more moments, then gets up and pads over toward Istvan. "I guess I should leave him alone..." * Istvan laughs heartily. And loudly. "Oh, he's fine! Just a bit grumpy from all that alcohol!" * HKenji GLARES at Istvan. He doesn't look fine... And, um, why are you talking so loudly, Isty? My hearing's pretty good, I promise! * Tia wiggles her ears as if to assure everyone of her hearing skills. * Istvan blinks, still talking very loudly. "Oh, am I talking loudly? My ears are still ringing from hammering at the anvil! I hadn't even noticed! Ha ha ha!" * HKenji reaches down beside his bed, whips his wakizashi out of its saya, and flings it across the room to embed in the door just behind Istvan. * Istvan has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer ) (Oh my God, you killed Istvan!) * Tia flinches as the blade flies past her head. * Istvan has joined #canyonhome Yikes, Kenji! What was that for?! * Istvan keeps grinning, and lowers his voice to a more normal level. "Tia, could I borrow your water jug thingee?" * HKenji whispers hoarsely, "need my cloak. tea." * Tia still looks confused, but she reaches into her bag, pulls out the decanter, and hands it to Istvan. "Sure, Isty. You thirsty?" * Tia turns around and looks around for Kenji's cloak, finds it, and hastily hands it to him. * Istvan eyes the decanter, then Kenji and Alcinoe. "... you could say that, yeah." * Patrick walks out of his room and down the stairs, smoothly removing the wakizashi out of the woodwork when he sees it. "I hope you plan to pay for that on your own, Kenji." He grins. * Alcinoe has curled up on the floor and gone to sleep. Somehow. * Tia frowns at Kenji. "You shouldn't be throwing knives at people, you know, Kenji." * HKenji glares at Tia and looks around for his damned cloak. * Istvan frowns. "Damn. Not evil enough to do it." *pauses* "Hey, Patrick! Would you mind hosing down Alci and Kenji?" *holds out the decanter* * Max drifts in behind the archer, looking around owlishly through his spectacles. * Tia cringes a little at Kenji's glare, then frowns again before turning and leaving the room. * HKenji frowns and whispers more softly this time, "where's my cloak?" Nah, you're the one who dropped the anvil. ^^ * Patrick heads back up to his room. Oh. My. Is Alcinoe in a similar condition? Perhaps someone should check on her, too? * Alcinoe is curled on the floor by her bed, yesterday's clothes, bedding, and all. She's sound asleep, and her curly hair's extremely tangled, splayed every which way. * Istvan watches Tia mope away, and frowns. "Well whaddya know. I am evil enough." *opens the decanter; sprays Alci and Kenji* ... * Max moves well out of the way, perhaps a nice corner of the ceiling. * Seylin walks into the room just in time to see Istvan let loose. "Istvan!" * HKenji is bowled over by a faceful of water. * Istvan closes the decanter. "Yeah Seylin?" That wasn't necessary. Yes, quite. * WillS hears water spraying and prays desperately that nobody gets hurt. * HKenji reaches into his sleeve, pulls out a large brass mug, and wings it straight at Istvan's face. I hope you're willing to clean up- It will not aid us to make Kenji and Alcinoe more miserable; their hangovers seem to be doing a fine job of that. * Alcinoe wakes up and sputters, her hair becoming soaked and sticking to her face so she can't see. She jumps to her feet in alarm as she waves one hand at Istvan and grabs whatever's nearby - in this case her money pouch, and chucks it right at where she figured the water's coming from. It was very much necessary, actually. Those two... after all the lectures they gave me on dedication and responsibility... *takes the mug off his least vulnerable part, his skull, and the money pouch off his chest* ... ow... * Max dodges the badly-thrown money pouch by hiding behind his Book. The money makes a sad 'plink' sound as it bounces off. Stop this. *Now*. * Istvan rubs his head. "After all the lectures... they come into my home and embarass me like this.: Well, they'll just have to live with the shame of that, won't they? * Alcinoe groans and clutches at her ears, slumping back down to sit on her bed. Her face is impossible to see, with how her hair's sticking to it. I vouched for them. Their reputations are my reputation around here. And what's the first thing they do? They get into a goddamn bar brawl! * HKenji reaches into his sleeve, pulls out another mug from the set, and makes ready to throw. Kenji, hold. * HKenji whispers hoarsely, "where's my cloak, dammit?" Right where Tia left it. Next to you. oh * HKenji reaches down and picks up the cloak, the pulls out another mug and a large jug of warm tea. He fills both mugs, then stumbles over to Alcinoe and holds one out for her. I'm not making excuses for them. I'm not sure they *have* any excuses. But acting like this isn't going to help anything. * Max nods in agreement with Seylin. If I'd done something similar when we went to Kenji's home, he'd be trying to gut me right now. A bit of noise and some cold water just ain't that big a deal. * Alcinoe doesn't see it, so the mug nudges her hands before she notices. "oh," she whispers quietly before brushing her hair out of her face and looks at Kenji, eyes bloodshot. "we're ain't bein' attacked?" * HKenji drops his mug of tea and turns to glare at Istvan. * Alcinoe sneezes, not having gotten her tea, and shivers. She looks at Istvan, too. * Seylin just sighs and shakes her head. "I don't know what to do with any of you." Really, I just... I'm disappointed in you. * HKenji stalks slowly across the room, ignoring the puddle of tea now on the floor, and gets all up in Istvan and Seylin's personal space. At the same time. *sigh* Last time I had a hangover, it lasted most of the morning. Will this one take that long only? Or do we need to plan a day for them to recover? * Istvan looks down at Kenji. "Feeling better?" * HKenji reaches out with his right hand and grabs hold of Istvan's shirt, and his left hand and grabs hold of Seylin's shirt, and pulls them down to his height. * Alcinoe shivers again, hugging herself. She reaches for her blankets, then realizes they're all wet. * Seylin makes a startled sound. * Istvan goes along with it, 'cause he's actually kinda curious about how Kenji's gonna react. * HKenji whispers very calmly and deliberately, "You listen, and you listen good. Alcinoe and I are going to walk into that drow city and offer up our lives as a distraction so that you can be successful in a mission that will determine the fate of the world. You have no moral high ground. If we choose to get drunk together before we go, it's none of your business." You. Will. Not. Die. * HKenji continues, still deadly calm, "Further, not only did we NOT get into a brawl, but if you went to Rokugan and got into one, you would be summarily ignored, because noticing you being stupid would be horribly impolite." * Alcinoe lets out a little choked noise. How effective are you going to be with a hangover? I'm *worried* about you! We have three days of travel time to the drow city. Alcinoe and I will be fine by the time we get there. You let US worry about our job. Fine. * Seylin dislodges herself from Kenji's grasp. "I will, then. I won't presume to intrude on what you feel you should do." * HKenji lets go willingly of both of them. * HKenji grabs his head in his hands and tries to keep his skull from coming apart at the seams like it's obviously going to without divine intervention. * Seylin heads out of the room, blinking rapidly. Kenji? We don't have travel time. We get there 10 minutes after we decide to leave. No, because I need you to do something on the way. Now be quiet, please. * Istvan grabs Kenji's arm before he can walk away. "Now you listen, and you listen good. What you do on your own time is your own business. Moradin knows I can't begrudge you some good strong dwarven alcohol before a mission like this. *But*..." I have two scrolls of Teleportation Circle. Patrick and I have found-- er? Where did I put my tea? * Max pulls a pouch of tea out of his cloak, and offers it to Kenji. "...you spilled it. Here." This is my city. My people. What you do reflects on me. By getting so drunk you lost control of yourselves, you embarassed both yourselves and me. Mostly me, since I vouched for you. I've earned enough respect in this group not to deserve that. * Istvan lets go of Kenji. "Now I'm gonna go get you two something for those hangovers. Be back in a bit." * HKenji glares up at Istvan and fairly shouts, "I NEVER LOST CONTROL OF MYSELF, YOU IGNORANT PEASANT. YOUR GODDAMN PEOPLE GOT INTO A BRAWL AND ROLLED RIGHT OVER US." * HKenji immediately regrets shouting and falls to his knees, holding his head. * Alcinoe grimaces and claps her hands over her ears, looking anywhere but at them. ...appologize to Alcinoe, Kenji. * Max is still holding out the tea pouch for the samurai. * HKenji whimpers, "just as soon as i can see her to apologize" * Istvan looks back. "And you have a surprisingly nice singing voice, by the way. Bit shaky on the high notes, but good." *heads out* * HKenji crawls over and sits down with his back against the couch, grabbing his spilled mug and drinking the tiny bit of tea still in it. * HKenji whispers to his side, "Sorry, Alci." * Seylin returns, a bit more composed, with an armful of dry blankets. She kneels next to Alcinoe and sets them down. * Alcinoe nods, having lowered her hands. "'Sokay," she whispers, then smiles weakly at Seylin. She looks like crap, yes, and she's still shivering. * Seylin gives her a small smile back and wraps a blanket around her. * Max drifts over and sets the pouch next to Kenji. If the boy won't acknowledge it, it's his own problem. * Alcinoe clutches the blanket around herself. "It don't happen often," she says, very softly and very hoarsely. * HKenji sniffs gently at the air, then reaches down at his side and picks up the pouch of tea, carefully refilling his mug and topping off Alci's. Wha? * Seylin just nods, then gets up, walks over to Kenji, and sets a blanket down next to him. * Istvan returns, carrying two mugs of frothy, bubbling vileness. "Two doses of dwarven morning-after brew. Guaranteed to cure your hangover, if you can keep it down." * Istvan sets one mug down next to Kenji, then walks over to Alci and sets it down near her. "Tastes like a pit fiend's asshole, but it works." * Alcinoe eyes the thing like it's going to attack her. It just might. * Max smirks. "How would you know what a pit fiend's asshole tastes like, Istvan?" * HKenji whispers, "Easy, he's very flexible." [ The concoction looks terrifying and smells horrid. ] * Max snickers. * Alcinoe shudders and just keeps clutching those blankets around herself. * Max drifts over to Seylin, and whispers in her ear. * Seylin whispers back. * Seylin picks up Alcinoe's mug of tea and carries it over to her. * HKenji sips slowly at his tea. * Alcinoe accepts it. "Thanks," she whispers before sipping at her tea. Mmm, warm. "Sorry 'bout the trouble." * Istvan shrugs. "Dunno. That's how it's described. As tasting like a pit fiend's asshole. Given how bad morning-after brew tastes, it sounds appropriate. But there's nothing better." * Max drifts back, and ponders a moment. Then he mutters something under his breath, and moves to Alcinoe, making pulling motions in her direction. The water soaking her mists and flows off, un-drenching the poor girl. It's okay. * Alcinoe sniffs and rubs at her nose. She nods to Max in gratitude, then whispers, "Might wanna get Kenji, too." 'm fine. Just like a soak in a rain barrel. * Max nods. "Was about to, after I was sure you were better. --you're sure? If you want to stay wet, I won't dry you." Now drink up before it gets cold. *pauses* Or sentient. He's bein' sarcastic. * Alcinoe goes back to drinking her tea. Oh. Sorry. *repeats the gestures at Kenji, drying him out, too* * HKenji looks down at the mug, then shrugs, grabs ahold, and drains the entire thing in one long gulp. I can never tell with him. * HKenji brings the mug back down and clutches his stomach with his other hand, visibly retching, though his mouth is held firmly closed. * Alcinoe looks at Kenji worriedly. * Max does likewise. "...what is in that stuff, Istvan...?" You don't wanna know. * Seylin looks rather disturbed. * HKenji finally takes a long, long breath, through his nose, as it's still probably not a good idea to open his mouth. * HKenji finally opens his mouth and whispers, "disgusting, but surprisingly effective." * Alcinoe looks at Kenji and whispers, "worth it?" Dwarves know their hangover remidies almost as well as they know their alcohol. I imagine. Probably. * Alcinoe eyes the brew warily, but at Kenji's suggestion picks it up. She hesitates a brief moment, then tries to drink it down as fast as she can. I drank it once. Convinced it works by making your body think that you're dead, so it forgets to be hung over. * HKenji takes a big mouthful of tea to rinse his mouth of the gawdawful stuff. * Alcinoe actually manages to get it down. Her eyes look like they want to bug out of her head for a moment, and she nearly throws the empty mug in a desperate need to get it away from her, but she does. * Alcinoe coughs a few times, then grabs her tea and drinks that nearly as fast. * WillS pats Alci on the back as she coughs. * Alcinoe blinks rapidly and shakes her head once all the tea's gone. "That was awful." * Istvan rubs his head. "Can't remember, but I'm pretty sure it's the otyugh liver that really gives it that special kick." If you don't quiet down, it'll be me giving you that special kick. * Istvan shrugs. "No pleasin' some people." ...you are recovered, then? Ah need ta... need ta take a bath. 'Scuse me. * Seylin gets out of Alcinoe's way. * Alcinoe gets to her feet and stumbles off towards where she figures that is. I'm not recovered, but I'm close enough. You were saying you needed Max to do something before we went into the drow city? * HKenji nods slowly, trying not to stress his head too much. * Max turns to a blank page of his Book, ready to take notes. * HKenji reaches very carefully into his left sleeve, as if to keep from cutting himself on something, and pulls out a full quiver of arrows. He sets them gently on the floor and takes another big drink of tea. * Max blinks. "You wish me to enchant these? I am not a weapon enchanter; they're different from most things." No, no. Fill 'em. Fireballs. Lotsa fireballs. * Max blinks again, his eyes glowing blue. "Oh! Spell storers!" * HKenji smiles sadly and makes an exploding motion with his hands as he whispers, "Boom!" ... useful, since Alci has my red dragon armor and you still have that ring. Easy enough to do. How many are there here? Fifty. Enough to bring down half the city, if I use them carefully. I wish you luck. I will get on this today; I have yet to prepare most of my spells. I think...yes, about two days should do it. We can leave on the third. * Istvan hrms. "When Alci comes down, I'm gonna ask her for that armor so I can triple check it. Wanna make sure all the plates are secure... if you're gonna be lobbing that many fireballs around, I don't wanna any flames seeping through a seam." Is there anything else you'd like done before hand? The fireballs aren't for us. They're to destroy buildings. Attract attention. That's really all I need, though. Can do. ^_^ Still. With that many explosions around, I wanna make sure that her armor is as fireproof... as everything-proof, frankly... as I can make it. [ A little metal bird flies in through the window and lands on Kenji's head! It has a small, rolled-up bit of parchment tied to it's right leg. It chirrups. ] * HKenji blinks. * HKenji reaches up and gently takes hold of the bird. Where in the world did YOU come from? * HKenji unrolls the message from the bird's leg and reads. * WillS looks at the metal bird curiously. * HKenji pales as the full weight of the message falls on him like a ton of feathers. Kenji? What is it? * Lman is now known as Istvan I invited Anastasia to go with me into the drow city. And she's accepted. I... how could I possibly have gotten that drunk? ...this could be a problem. I... am going on a suicide mission with my fiancee. How drunk? Dwarf drunk. * Max waxes sardonic. "How...romantic." [ And they all lived happily ever after. ] [ Session End! ]