(ooc sorry if it is lacking i am using the cell)
Nero grimaced as he felt the strength of Tyaethe forcefully making his body move around. Luckily, he had been trained enough as to turn the sudden shove in a mere stagger, rather than an embarrassing fall.
The strength of a bear, and the wits and short fuse of one. He thought sadly, as he adjusted his cloak. Nevertheless, he felt compelled to do a couple of parting shots.
"My point still stands. You and your electric coleague have a bad habit of solving discussions with force. As for the armor, i wear these chinks in pride for they are my homage to my fallen foes. Wearing a ceremonial armor would be denying the fact i fought and ended their existence."
The Raven captain shook his head, as he watched more events unfold. He clapped his hands thrice, as the other raven knights who had been invited to the party. Two burly tall men, almost as tall as Sir Garret, with square chins, shaved heads, flat noses and small squinty eyes approached, clad in simple but elegant dresses followed by a blonde, blue eyed,slim and well endowed yet equally tall woman whose dress could only be described as
pink murder with a stupid expression in her face.
"Like, Nero capn, we siblings heard you, and stuff!" said the woman in an almost childlike voice.
"Where's the old man?" Nero frowned. "Nevermind. Okay, listen, Bobd, Bobd and Mariah. We are to obey captain Fanilly for the rest of the night!"
"My name is Bõbd" Said one of the big guys, while the woman was positively beaming.
"Does that mean that i will finally be, like, an Iron Rose. Will i get a cute widdly armor and stuff? Because you know the one i have kind of, like, makes me fat and..."
It was then when one of the Bobds decided wisely to dopeslap the chatterbox. Nero just...sighed.
It was then when a voice came from behind Fanilly and Marianne. "Mmm, doubtful you can handle a Nem, Breathing while Walking is quite tricky to see through. Not to mention i think it is up to the princess how we handle her."
Nero blinked twice. There he was, the old man, dressed in a black and white two-piece, crouching beside all of them, having used the confusion to sneak in. He was twirling his generous white moustache, matching his white hair, and while his face betrayed his lack of youth, his body looked that of half his age.
And he was there, squatting, talking directly to Marianne's
butt. "Nice Delacroix Derriere, by the way."
"Rinaldo,
focus " Nero said with difficulty.
"Yeah, yeah... Crypt, some people who can do necromancer, little sister baitfishing. Sounds like the Barrow Men situation. But hey, wasn't you know, your twin sister trained as priest, you know the one with a butt as fine as this?"
Nero could not resist facepalming.
"I can see the family resemblance between cousins..." The old man continued his tirade.
Sult, meanwhile had resigned to her fate, not trying to talk much in the princess presence. Her mind was focused however in finding assasins at each shadow and suspicious corner.
Out of all people i had to be assigned, why her and why now?? I suppose this is the price of so much playing around. She added as she bit her lip.
Sult had never been this fidgetty.
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