[yeah, it's like the words, only it's images. it's doing the thing like how in physical plays they have waves and they bounce up and down on popsicle sticks? the flames are like that. they start to settle down and crumble away when he says he's teasing, though.
anyway, she smiles a bit, and pokes his side with her tail.]
[ Ah. He jumps a little bit because he was distracted trying to figure out the logistics of these words, what he thinks they seem to be targeting, and how fire equates to Karlach in this case -- it's almost a flinch, actually, like he expected that to hurt. But it didn't.
He regardless tries to cover that up by slotting a hand over his side, 'protecting', but more to make it look nonchalant. ]
If you're free, would you mind helping me gather some wood? I feel like it wouldn't be a bad thing to have some around to be handy. For fire, impromptu weapons, tools...
[she stretches idly, and then glances around to start finding trees. she's a little absent-minded, if only because she's thinking about a few things. one of those things is the words on him from earlier - there's something in her that wants to ask, but she's been trying to be good about being nosy, these days.]
[ He's pretty good at keeping things to himself and then dying, but he's also pretty observant and filing things away. That being said, he does think it'd be a bit complicated to ask a person who practically seems like they exude fire why their haunting words seem to be flames as well.
It's all a matter of manners. If he's going to eventually ask, he'll have to think about how first. ]
A dagger won't get us trees. A bonesaw would have helped some right around now...
The mortuary, it gets cold doesn't it? Some firewood would be handy to keep nearby.
[i really hope she gets to be a free hot tub sometime, it'd make my murdergame]
Isn't it? Used to be that I couldn't touch anybody at all. One time, I had Wyll throw a bucket of water at me just so we could see if it'd let me hold his hand for a second. No dice, but it meant a lot that he tried.
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Just didn't expect it.
[ He's like... self-aware enough to realise he's kind of a dour, gloomy guy. So. ]
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Wouldn't expect you to. I feel like a lot of people in this place don't know what to do when I tell them I like them, actually.
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I'll just accept it then. Though flattery won't get you anywhere...
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[a little fire tattoo crawls over her face, burning along her throat and jaw.]
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[ He's watching the fire... do that. Is it in black ink? ]
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anyway, she smiles a bit, and pokes his side with her tail.]
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He regardless tries to cover that up by slotting a hand over his side, 'protecting', but more to make it look nonchalant. ]
Yes? What do you want.
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Just teasing.
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[ Wry, but not without dry amusement. ]
If you're free, would you mind helping me gather some wood? I feel like it wouldn't be a bad thing to have some around to be handy. For fire, impromptu weapons, tools...
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If we had an axe I'd cut it, too, but they don't want to give us sharp stabby things for some reason.
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[ That's just called Cloud's Buster Sword. ]
Yes, the ones in the pyre might be brittle but fallen or fresh branches will do. They'll need to dry out if we snap them off, but that's fine.
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That's a dagger, is what that is.
[she stretches idly, and then glances around to start finding trees. she's a little absent-minded, if only because she's thinking about a few things. one of those things is the words on him from earlier - there's something in her that wants to ask, but she's been trying to be good about being nosy, these days.]
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It's all a matter of manners. If he's going to eventually ask, he'll have to think about how first. ]
A dagger won't get us trees. A bonesaw would have helped some right around now...
The mortuary, it gets cold doesn't it? Some firewood would be handy to keep nearby.
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[she just
breaks off a twig from a tree. yoink.]
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You do exude warmth...
[ In more ways than one. ]
Also a common trait among tieflings?
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[she glances over at him.] I think most of us are pretty fire resistant, though?
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Yeah. It does. It's a Hells engine, it runs real hot.
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...
Water doesn't hurt you, does it?
[ He kind of just wants to make sure... are you like a Charmander... ]
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[that'd be the funniest murder of all time if that were a thing just dunk her in the leech water and be done with it]
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That's good. The first part.
[ The second part is. Well. At least she can essentially make everyone a free hot tub. But alright, she seems... fine... so he lets off. ]
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Isn't it? Used to be that I couldn't touch anybody at all. One time, I had Wyll throw a bucket of water at me just so we could see if it'd let me hold his hand for a second. No dice, but it meant a lot that he tried.
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[ Thinks about this for a minute. Then looks at her. ]
Is your fire weakened right now? Similarly to how some are lacking their ability in magic and others?
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[so... yes.]
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He nods once. ]
...
Thank Alll-mer that's gone then, huh?
Probably would be hard to care for your injuries if you're pissed off about getting shot in the shoulder.
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