Post by Requiem on Jan 12, 2010 22:18:37 GMT -5
"Starting. New," he commented, in the all too familiar wry tone. Yes, of course he was talking about new graveyards. Or, rather, going about providing corpses for such graveyards, which he wouldn't put past a drunken F'lix. And even blitzed he wasn't so sure the young rider couldn't manage it. The element of surprise was such a lovely thing. Indeed, indeed.
F'ur's nose wrinkled at Sel'n, though he likely didn't see it, a brow arching. "Threats. Calm down, old man. The rumors are greatly exaggerated, and even if they weren't, threats are hardly my style; too telling." The truth of the matter was F'ur had absolutely no love for wine. Normally rational people did highly irrational things inebriated, the least of which a tumble with someone that they'd later regret. No, F'lix was a specific breed. Namely, he looked for and found fights, and F'ur didn't want to try to explain away a half-dozen bodies that became part of a graveyard whim. Nor did F'ur particularly wish to see something like that between F'lix and Sel'n (though they seemed to be getting on well enough, something that bothered him simply due to past history). No one really wanted to see an ex - lover, lay? - associating in too friendly a manner with their current. Simply awkward.
F'lix's explanation was...amusing, but also made him want to roll his eyes. Silly kitten. If people found out, they found out, and then it was just a matter of explaining why two ledges were necessary. Inocenth could behave himself, yes. But he liked to poke verbally at others, and given Saboth's reaction yesterday...that was unlikely to go well. Doesn't like you much. I don't blame him. I don't like you either. What's the offense today? Did you forget I'm playing chauffeur? How sad. I'll find some harpers to play a dirge just for you. Find the expensive ones...I'll not listen to swill.
F'lix and Simper together were shedding more light on things. His grip on the other bluerider was loose, his eyes on Sel'n. The hard edge was quickly fading. Not too drunk then, though why you'd give the salamandyr of a clearly drunken man more to drink...he had no idea. F'ur preferred to think it was merely a lapse in judgment. "Yes, likely to poison yourselves with all the alcohol," he agreed mildly. "Never have been fond of the stuff, but then, it doesn't agree with me in the slightest. I turn murderous after a glass. Only reason no one turns up dead is I manage to be ridiculously bad at follow-through." Something F'lix knew firsthand.
Sel'n was upset. F'ur valued the man on some level as a...contemporary. There were few enough of those around who weren't wearing wingleader knots. He wasn't about to argue with an intoxicated man, though. Hardly worthwhile. "Yes. From Fort. He was quite good, once. Still is compared to most. Had something of an unlucky break, though I don't recall the details." He hadn't cared at the time, to be honest. "He's taking over...again. Nice of you, by the way. Inocenth doesn't much like the snotnoses."
They also ate into his time, though really, annoying as that was, F'ur wouldn't mind it so much if he didn't have to struggle to keep his blue in line constantly. That tired a man out pretty swiftly, there.
F'ur's nose wrinkled at Sel'n, though he likely didn't see it, a brow arching. "Threats. Calm down, old man. The rumors are greatly exaggerated, and even if they weren't, threats are hardly my style; too telling." The truth of the matter was F'ur had absolutely no love for wine. Normally rational people did highly irrational things inebriated, the least of which a tumble with someone that they'd later regret. No, F'lix was a specific breed. Namely, he looked for and found fights, and F'ur didn't want to try to explain away a half-dozen bodies that became part of a graveyard whim. Nor did F'ur particularly wish to see something like that between F'lix and Sel'n (though they seemed to be getting on well enough, something that bothered him simply due to past history). No one really wanted to see an ex - lover, lay? - associating in too friendly a manner with their current. Simply awkward.
F'lix's explanation was...amusing, but also made him want to roll his eyes. Silly kitten. If people found out, they found out, and then it was just a matter of explaining why two ledges were necessary. Inocenth could behave himself, yes. But he liked to poke verbally at others, and given Saboth's reaction yesterday...that was unlikely to go well. Doesn't like you much. I don't blame him. I don't like you either. What's the offense today? Did you forget I'm playing chauffeur? How sad. I'll find some harpers to play a dirge just for you. Find the expensive ones...I'll not listen to swill.
F'lix and Simper together were shedding more light on things. His grip on the other bluerider was loose, his eyes on Sel'n. The hard edge was quickly fading. Not too drunk then, though why you'd give the salamandyr of a clearly drunken man more to drink...he had no idea. F'ur preferred to think it was merely a lapse in judgment. "Yes, likely to poison yourselves with all the alcohol," he agreed mildly. "Never have been fond of the stuff, but then, it doesn't agree with me in the slightest. I turn murderous after a glass. Only reason no one turns up dead is I manage to be ridiculously bad at follow-through." Something F'lix knew firsthand.
Sel'n was upset. F'ur valued the man on some level as a...contemporary. There were few enough of those around who weren't wearing wingleader knots. He wasn't about to argue with an intoxicated man, though. Hardly worthwhile. "Yes. From Fort. He was quite good, once. Still is compared to most. Had something of an unlucky break, though I don't recall the details." He hadn't cared at the time, to be honest. "He's taking over...again. Nice of you, by the way. Inocenth doesn't much like the snotnoses."
They also ate into his time, though really, annoying as that was, F'ur wouldn't mind it so much if he didn't have to struggle to keep his blue in line constantly. That tired a man out pretty swiftly, there.