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[i]'[color=477C92]Is meeting the other knights really necessary?[/color]'[/i] 

The thought was sharp, much more so than her footsteps. Though Liv was of a slight frame, the half dragon's gait was marked with both weight and purpose--some would have called it pride or arrogance, but those concepts were beyond the girl. A Surt always knew [i]why[/i] they were doing something, it was simply a matter of how they would go about doing it. It took effort for her to put enough weight in each forward step--closer to a march than a true walk--to make a resounding [i]clack[/i] despite the metal present on her boots. Clad in her usual scale armor with her own letter slightly crumpled in her grip, Liv did what any self-respecting Surt would do at a meeting of many people: she walked through the front. 

[i]'[color 7c9247]Ooooh, would you look at these folks? Quite the little band of misfits we have here![/color]'[/i]

The voice came about three seconds after they had walked in the door and looked around. Vitus, as usual, was taking in every single thing that Liv was seeing, including the people who also apparently been called to arms. They were...interesting folk to say the least.

[i]'[color=477c92]We probably won't see half of them outside of these damn gatherings,[/color]'[/i] Liv grumbled to the "guest" that shared her body. [i]'[color=477c92]At least we've got some food for our troubles.[/color]'[/i] Noting the feast laid out on the table, the Surt didn't let her steps falter as she moved toward an open seat, turquoise eyes drifting over those already present, an instinctive, greedy hunger threatening to draw her in. Surely a number of them had [i]some[/i] sort of soul, ripe for the picking. Surely at least one of them had a soul that could be a fine blade in her hand. The corner of Liv's mouth twitched up by the faintest amount at the thought. 

But they were probably off limits. What a waste.

Instead, she took the last few strides to her destination, purpose returning back to her initial thoughts. Food. It was always a pleasure to eat, and it provided the body with nutrients that it would--wait. A flicker of confusion in the back of her head. 

[i]'[color=477c92]Do we actually still need to eat?'[/color]'[/i]

[i]'[color 7c9247]Eh...[/color]'[/i] Vitus mentally shrugged. [i]'[color 7c9247]I'm pretty sure it's easier to piece us back together with some sort of base to draw from, other than the little collection we tote around. But hell, I dunno. It's not an exact science.'[/color][/i]

[i]'[color 7c9247]You should mind your wandering eyes, Liv; you seem to be craving a little more than a nice meal - I doubt our 'oh so important lord and master' would appreciate a brawl here in his dining room.[/color]'[/i]. If a disembodied voice could smirk, one would have certainly followed.

[i]'[color=477c92]Hmph, he chose to employ a Surt for a battlemage. He should expect fights.[/color]'[/i] The words were largely true, though Liv suspected that there were a number of individuals that any other Surt would have chosen [i]not[/i] to challenge. While it wasn't wrong to say that many Surt got reckless and arrogant while seeking strength, they were also picky about what type of strength they brought with them. Always with the designation in mind. 

Despite her best efforts, a wry laugh filled her head.

[i]'[color=477c92]Though I suppose I do owe this Lancelot at least one gathering of these...knights--[/color]'[/i] the word escaped in a tone somewhere between sarcasm and disdain--[i]'[color=477c92]without trying to kill or rekill anyone.[/color]'[/i] Without thinking, the tips of her fingers traced the small bulge beneath her armor, just over the heart. Her heart. Both their hearts. It was a fraction of its full potential, but it was [i]hers[/i]. Reluctantly, grudgingly, she drew her hand away. [i]'[color=477c92]I'm digging in. Maybe this time try to warn me [u]before[/u] I eat anything that might poison me?[/color]'[/i]

[i]'[color 7c9247]You know we're already dead, right? What exactly do you think poison is going to do to a corpse? Kill it [b]more[/b]?[/color]'[/i]

[i]'[color=477c92]Well most of it doesn't taste as good at it looks, damn idiot.[/color]'[/i] On her face, a somewhat wicked shadow of a smirk began to form as she reached for a spiny, aquatic animal that smelled more appetizing than it looked. [i]'[color=477c92]Well, this looks tasty.[/color]'[/i] For her.

[i]'[color 7c9247]Hey hey HEY.[/color]'[/i] Vitus's voice echoed in her head. If there was one thing in this world he hated more than anything else, it was seafood. Unfortunate for him, because if there was one thing Liv loved, it was also seafood. An unfortunate circumstance, considering they both shared the same tongue.

[i]'[color 7c9247]That is definitely poisoned. One-hundred percent. Anti-zombie poison, I can see it from here.[/color]'[/i]

[i]'[color=477c92]What was it you said? What exactly do you think poison is going to do to a corpse?[/color]'[/i] 

[i]'[color 7c9247]Trust me, I know my magic - that will definitely melt us into a pile of goo. And I can't fix goo pile, Liv.[/color]'[/i]

[i]'[color=477c92]You are a terrible liar,[/color]'[/i] Liv sneered while deftly portioning some of the fish to her plate for her own benefit. Well, no, he wasn't as bad a liar as all that, but it was hard to hide anything when one shared a corporeal form with another. Sending a glance around the room once more, Liv was surprised to see so few taking advantage of the meal. She supposed the beings that gathered took food for granted. [i]'[color 477c92]Well their loss.[/color]'[/i] 

WIth that thought, Liv fumbled briefly with the utensils--[i]'[color=477c92]Goddamn it all, I should just eat with my hands.[/color]'[/i]--before managing to separate a portion of fish to bring to her mouth.

Normally Vitus would have protested more, but there was something that caught his attention when Liv glanced around the room again.

[i]'[color 7c9247]Woah. Hang on. Look back up again. Over in the corner.[/color]'[/i] Vitus demanded, his voice suddenly taking on a far more surprised tone.

Liv's eyes darted up, searching for the spot Vitus had mentioned. It was always a struggle to try and get her to look where he wanted to - like trying to give directions to a blind person.

[i]'[color 7c9247]Nono, left. More left. MORE LEFT. Now you've gone too far left! Little more. THE CORNER, LIV; GODDAMMIT.[/color]'[/i]

[i]'[color=477c92]Give BETTER DIRECTIONS, YOU TWIT.[/color]'[/i]

Finally, they were both looking at the same thing. The set of armor in the corner, eerily unmoving, yet strangely unnerving.

[i]'[color 7c9247]That's not...?[/color]'[/i] Vitus murmered, despite the fact he already knew the answer.

[i]'[color=477c92]Bad news.[/color]'[/i] Liv responded, most of the muscles in her body tensing in preparation for a fight or flight response, her fork silently placed on the plate, fish still speared at the end. [i]'[color=477c92]Any bright ideas now?[/color]'[/i]

[i]'[color 7c9247]Assuming 'going out the nearest window' isn't a valid plan? Ignore him and hope he does the same?[/color]'[/i]