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For the record, Jerod will be on his way in a few moments once I finish the post.

> > Andres... > > Would you really want Andres as the team dad? I dont think Jacob wants Andres or Jerod as the team dad.

> > > Two Observations I've made. > > > > > > 1. Marianne is 3 years older than Jacob > > > 2. She's a demented team mom > > > > > > "Now let's go out there and tear some limbs as a team! _**Or else**_." > > > > Would that make Jerod the team dad, being 25 and all that? > > > > "Ach, go git 'im laddie! 'Erhaps that princess o' yers will favor ye with some royal attention now! Har har!" > > Is he really the oldest? Thought there was someone else :L Not that I see, actually. Closest is a few 24's, that are specifically stated. EDIT: Andres, sure, but I'm talking between all the main PC's. I see him more as a supporting NPC at the moment.

> Two Observations I've made. > > 1. Marianne is 3 years older than Jacob > 2. She's a demented team mom > > "Now let's go out there and tear some limbs as a team! _**Or else**_." Would that make Jerod the team dad, being 25 and all that? "Ach, go git 'im laddie! 'Erhaps that princess o' yers will favor ye with some royal attention now! Har har!"

Jerod shrugged at the suggestion by Jacob. They were heading that way anyways, might as well keep the group going and getting larger. So it was also letting him make fun of the lad, so what? He smirked, continuing to give the champion good natured proddings and pokings, figuratively speaking of course. He was waiting for the boot to drop and the lad to explode on him, which would be hilarious. All the more reason to keep prodding then. "Ach, I see yer game laddie. Ye intend to form tha' harem o' yers and flaunt ye self to all th' bluebloods, aye?" Laughing, he noted that the angry archer was inquiring for his name. She did give hers first, so he humored the lass with at least being polite. So he left his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and responding in a pleasant, neutral tone of voice. "Fairly met lass, ye can call me Jerod. Most folks do, tha' I've noticed a' least. I reckon we stall enough, the laddie champion will git his harem, all th' lassies swarm him it seems! Perhaps ye should listen to yer mentor fellow, eh lad?" Jerod grinned, clearly enjoying every moment he had to give the younger boy trouble and taunting, unable to help himself most of the time it seemed. It was too much fun, really, especially how he reacted to females in general. All demure and shy, it was amusing to the mercenary. And he kept pursuing the amusement until it became too costly. Then it was time for subtlety.

> > > Probably awful. He'll either be bathing himself in booze at the feast or blood in the ambush that follows the feast. The good news is regardless of which, he'll still be thrilled to be taking part! > > > > ......a most promising first encounter! > > Could be worse. Could be touching her butt. You say that like its not already being planned in your mind.

Jerod watched Marianne lose her cool, again, with an amused smirk growing on his face. He crossed his arms, watching the whole event transpire. Marianne was certainly mad, but in such a protective manner he couldn't really worry about her ever turning against Jacob. Which meant that, despite it all, he had no problems with Marianne. She certainly made things interesting to be around, that was for sure. And he could find enjoyment in interesting. Her last threat got a laugh out of the mercenary, of all things. He wasn't the only one to get death threats it seemed, which was reassuring in its own way. But this was golden opportunity to mock Jacob. "Ach, look at ye champion o' naga. Ye'll have yer own harem by tha' end of this, I'll tell ye what! Who knew that ol' coot got ye in his business so well?!" Jerod was laughing, regardless of whether Jacob was actually conscious of what was going on or not. He was getting to mock the man, and that made him happy anyways. So that was that then. But her apology got a good natured shrug out of the mercenary. He wasn't bothered by it, hell, he had no interest in doing an inventory to be frank, so any distraction from having to get there was fine by him. "Yer fine Marianne, I ain't gon' tell ye how ta live yer life. We get there, great, if not, ach, who's countin? I ain't, sure a' sure. Might want to watch yer quick draw there, don' wan' enter a tent and get toasted, aye?"

> > > Also Rosa, you should probably get some sleep before you start being visited by the tap-dancing crab demons and the skeletons with guns in their hands. Dear god, not the skeletons with guns in their hands! 0_o > > > > ..........is _that_ what sleep deprivation brings? > > > > _Concerning_. :C > > Indeed. I've been subjected to it myself on many occasions. It's gets worse when the Mario Dinosaurs pop up.... Crab demons, gunner skeletons, and yoshi's oh my!

I miss so much when I'm off playing games >_>

Marianne gave her opinion on the matter, as to what she was doing and why, and Jerod looked at her, and back to the archer girl, to Jacob, and back to her again. He repeated this a few times, his brain processing what she said and trying to figure out what kind of reasoning would have brought about that sheer jump in lunacy and conspiracy theory. Blinking, he shook his head to clear his mind and finally responded to Marianne, having shaken most of the confusion from his brain and moving forward. "Lass, ye got yerself a hell'uva theory, I ca' say tha' much. As fer doing somethin' lass, do ye think tamperin' would be wise? If there be a hex, I cannae' rightly say if ye could see it o' not. Might be some sort o' failsafe if she get mucked with overmuch, aye?" Jerod was really just trying to find a way to prevent this from exploding off into some insane amount of violence in a situation that may or may not be innocent. Before he could continue though, the pieces started moving themselves, at an insane pace at that, with almost no losses from the lad's side. That would have been impressive, if it didn't spark a theory he could share with the dark mage lass. Thinking on the matter, he finally spoke again, using gestures to point out things, leaning over to point through the hole in the tent, the concept of personal space currently lost on the mercenary. "Look at tha' bloody mess on th' board! Me think's this ca' be a sort o' mind chess? Tha' orb doesn' look like anythin' the archer would carry, aye? I reckon tha' orb is part o' the chess set, savvy now lass?" Jerod seemed genuinely focused on the situation at hand, as much as it seemed like paranoia on the part of Marianne, he wouldn't dismiss the theory and opinion from her. After all, as impossible as it might seem, she could be right. Better safe than sorry, especially with random folks who just showed up briefly and started picking fights within moments. So he was humoring the dark mage lass far more than he normally would consider doing. The girl came to though, and he raised an eyebrow as he commented. "Well, angry lass, ye see tha' leader all incapacitated like, ye are gonna investigate, aye?"