Recon (OPEN)

[Grilig]

     

    The bartender was looking at him again. This was getting annoying. Was it strange to sit at a bar with no intention of getting a drink? He didn’t know, and it didn’t care. He looked about at the scene around him. He looked on at the people, their groups, their conversations, and found it lacking. Once more he marveled at how people downed the foul liquids the bartender put forth with ease. Had they no taste? No matter, it knew that he was just distracting himself from the obvious fact. This was a failure.
 

    He had come to Louisiana expecting to easily be able to find new species. Only to learn how hard it was to tell without outright assaulting them. He had wandered about, trying to distinguish them, but to no avail. When disguised, all he could rely on were his eyes and nose, and he was surprised at how indistinguishable everyone was. No matter where he looked, more human faces and more lacks of success. But he would not give up, he had set out to meet a new species, and so he would. So he had traveled here, to this apparent meeting place of food and drink, only to find the same level of success of seeing them in close quarters as to long distances. They even smelled the same! Like sweat and meat.
 

    He had begun to outright ask people of their inhumanity. This was neutral territory after all, surely they would see it as mere curiosity. Why then, did they react so violently? He must have missed something. Some sign or whatnot, that they would take offense. Was that the distinguishing feature? That those who are human take offense and those who are inhuman don’t? Or was it the other way around? Now he had gone and confused himself, rattling off on a tangent in his mind. He had grown tired of this. He would stay for a while longer and if he could not find an outlier, he would resort to pettier tactics. Specifically, he would attack the first lone humanoid he found.

WORDS: 350

THOUGHTS: I wonder what species I'll meet.

OUTFIT: link

[Syph Passman]

Syph was sick and tired of these blasted humans and their refusal to part with information.

Well, alright. To be fair, many of them weren't human, but they were human enough. Vampires, witches, weres, shifters, the whole lot of them could at least pretend they were something they weren't if they tried hard enough. Some beings didn't have that luxury.

Syph clenched its glass of water and drained it of its contents, thanking its lucky stars that the magic keeping it animate was capable of turning said water into something else. It didn't particularly like the idea of its torso swelling up, pungent and damp like it had been left out in the rain overnight. No. If there was one thing it could thank Carrig for it was that he had foresight. Of course, if there was one thing he could curse Carrig for, it would be the same. That was why Syph was here. Seemed like someone here had heard of one of Syph's masks, and in its single-minded, dogged pursuit, it had left both of its masks halfway across the state.

If Syph had already possessed the Mask of the Mind, this would not have been a problem in the first place. The Masquin wondered idly if it was capable of becoming intoxicated. Worth a shot, probably.

"A strong serving of whatever you have that is strong," Syph said, then cringed. Maybe it didn't need any alcohol. It was clearly already not doing well. Nevertheless, the bartender retrieved a drink that Syph resolved to sip at bit by bit. By the time it had made that resolution, though, the glass was empty.

Damn it.

"I don't suppose you've come into contact with any masks," it asked the person down the bar, shrugging. "That would be too easy, wouldn't it." It had already asked most of the people in the bar and had been met with the cold shoulder or curt denial, but it couldn't hurt to ask everybody.

This one hadn't had any drinks the entire night. Maybe they were similar, in some ways. Syph supposed it could be interesting to find out.

"What are you doing here? Doesn't look like you're actually... interested in alcoholic beverages."

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mask (( none because i am a mean person ))
mood (( sour ))
tag (( Grilig ))
notes (( hope you don't mind that i popped in >-> ))
credits (( child of burning time by slipknot, the legend of zelda: majora's mask ))

[Grilig]

    He had waited for some time with the same results. That is, until a bar visitor asked about items used in the covering of one’s face. Grilig found this strange. For what reason would he be looking for masks? “An outlier…” he thought to himself. This may not turn out to be a failure after all.

    “I have seen masks and heard of masks, but what is it you would want with masks?” It was a genuine question as the odd behavior warranted to him. He mentally reminded himself that this could just be a human with….strange interests. He decided that it really didn’t matter to him much, so long as he turned out to be exotic. It had been to long since it had hunted last.
   
    “Alcohol is too…severe and….turgid….for me.” It really was, the damned stuff was on par with gas in edibility in his mind. He was reminded of the first time he had tried it. He had taken a bite out of the man who had offered it to him in a failed attempt to rid the taste from his mouth. Good times.

    “Never mind that, I am here for information, like you, though on a different subject.” He decided to outright ask him about it, there was little damage it could do. “Tell me, have you met any…..interesting peoples here. Anyone unusual or….um….special, yes, special is an accurate word.” He mentally calmed himself as he realized he was getting excited. He was not your average beast. He needed to discover how to learn of this newcomer’s identity, so that he could decide if it was worth it’s time.

    That’s when he smelled him, and barely restrained his happiness. He sure smelled different! Unlike the all too familiar smells of the people around him, this one smelled different. Some scent that reminded him of his forest, but what could it be? He would have time to ponder it later. He still had him right here, in a public bar. “Would it be that perhaps you are one of the interesting people I am looking for?”

    Still though, the mask question bothered him for whatever reason. He pushed it to the back of his mind, another strange thing about this stranger to ponder later. Besides, he had no masks and had not heard of any masks. If someone did have a mask in New Orleans, they seemed to be set on keeping it. He would tell him as much if he asked.

WORDS: 428
THOUGHTS: I must learn more about this man, if that's what he is.
NOTES: I was hoping someone would pop in.

[Syph Passman]

This one. This one was good. First person of the night that had actually shown some sort of interest in its question. "Well," it started, "they're very special masks. It's a certain set that gives the wearer special abilities. I'm trying to collect them, but I've only got two. Unfortunately I seem to have forgotten them in my pursuit of another one." It shrugged, frowning. "It is what it is."

Syph paused, processing the question. "I've met a good deal of special people, though not here." It laughed a little, shaking its head on the implication that he was different. "You could say I am a special person. But I would not call myself strictly a "person." If you're looking for beings that have... I don't know, skin and muscle and bone, I am not exactly the one you would go to."

This was Louisiana. Hopefully all the particularly scared humans that were prone to forming mobs with torches and such were staying out. It particularly hated the ones with torches. If they decided to show up, well, it was going to have to run. Hopefully this one wouldn't be the instigator. With a flick of its wrist, the glamour dropped, revealing a hand made of wood. Another motion, and the sight was gone, the sight of pale flesh replacing the light grain. "As I said," it continued, "not exactly a person." It wasn't planning to tell its guest that it was held together by magic, but if things came up...

It ordered another shot, which disappeared as quickly as the first. Peculiar. "I don't have much going for me as a being, though. Only just more special than the humans. That's why I need the masks."

Hopefully, it thought, the patrons would peg them both as strange and leave them alone to their conversation. Syph was getting an odd vibe from its discussion partner, in that he too was "special" in some way. Maybe it would be good to become allies for as long as it was convenient for the both of them. If he was even up for things like that.

No more alcohol, though, it resolved. Things were already getting weird.

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mask (( none ))
mood (( curious ))
tag (( Grilig ))
notes (( none ))
credits (( child of burning time by slipknot, the legend of zelda: majora's mask ))

[Grilig]

    All that hope, that expectation, that thrill, dashed by a simple flick of the wrist. It became enraged and he almost smashed one of his malformed hands onto the bar. He allowed himself a grunt of irritation, before moving on to other matters. How could a creature of wood exist? What was with these masks that granted the wearer “special abilities” as he said? It wasn’t that important to him, but it truly was surprising. “This world gets stranger the more I learn about it.” He mumbled to himself.

    He began to wonder what possible use this stranger could have. He was quite a unique being as far as he knew, but he was useless without flesh. But then, he realized what he had said. If it was in fact true that he encountered special people, as he would now refer to them as, then he would surely encounter more in his pursuit of these masks. He also remembered why he wanted the masks. He had said he wasn’t very formidable as a being. This could be useful to him.

    “You say you require the masks for you are not very intimidating as a being.” he said. He was beginning to formulate an idea on how to be able to advance his goal. “Let’s say you were unfortunate enough to not have a mask now and someone who is looking for masks as well knew you had them.” he said before pausing briefly. “Do you think you would be able to fend them off and escape?” he finished. He allowed himself to pat his own back mentally for recognizing possible opportunity. He was getting ahead of himself, but it didn’t mind. All it cared about was the fact that he might be able to salvage something from this endeavor.

    He finally decided that, overall, he had no interests in the masks. He was already quite fond of his situation and lifestyle. He would hate to compromise them by pursuing these strange artifacts. If this creature needed them to survive, fine. He had other weapons at his disposal which, while likely less effective, suited his purposes finely.

WORDS:356
THOUGHTS: Salvage is still possible.
NOTES: You post quickly! Also, didn't think about a thing for mood.
MOOD: Hopeful and ambitious.
TAG: Syph Passman

[Syph Passman]

Syph smiled a little. "You seem to have caught on to my predicament with relative ease," it said. "Though I'm not being pursued." It took a while to think through the situation, then said, "I think it would depend on the mask. I am notably weak to fire, but the mask that grants the user such capabilities is already in my possession."

With a shrug, it continued, "Considering that I don't have much strength, I would probably have to wait until the other party succumbed to exhaustion. But I could likely take another on in a fist fight. I can't really die in the strictest sense, so that certainly helps my efforts. I suppose I'm not really alive in the first place."

It thought about this for a moment. "You sound as though you would encourage me doing this. Do you have anything to gain from this?" It frowned. "Because I have defeated hardier foes than yourself, but I would appreciate an ally. Anyone who would dispatch of the other party would be... excellent, frankly. In whatever manner they deemed necessary. You're different enough from the rest, openly so, that I'm going to assume that you, like myself, don't necessarily operate on the same social and moral standards that they do. Which is a compliment, by the way. I don't have much use for the things they hold close to them in that sense."

Syph left some money to pay for the drinks, then stood and stepped away from the bar. "You seem uncomfortable here, and there is little reason for me to stay, so if you would like to accompany me for whatever reason, I would suggest we get a move on. I'm not much one for sitting around and talking."

With that, it started to head toward the door.

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mask (( none ))
mood (( player 2: ready to start! ))
tag (( Grilig ))
notes (( sorry I didn't get to this yesterday ))
credits (( child of burning time by slipknot, the legend of zelda: majora's mask ))

[Grilig]

    Grilig was pleased with the turnout. The results were predicted and he knew that something beneficial to both of them was possible; he just needed to accept. “I seek no conflict with you; I have no interest in any of your masks.” he said. “However, it would be beneficial for me to be along for the journey. I have much to gain from your pursuit, while little from the goal. If you would accept me as an ally in whatever sense you think, then it would likely be mutually beneficial, as I can be effective in elimination.” In all likely-hood, this success would have great rewards indeed. Even if this ally didn’t understand how.

    With all things considered, he had accepted the invitation and, standing, moved to leave with his new partner, so to speak. But there was still something learn about this individual, something that would be useful to their continued alliance. “I am Grilig, what name do you go by, pursuer of masks?” Grilig was already looking forward to this. If what he had said was true, then there were multiple interesting peoples to meet on the journey. This meant more new species, but more importantly, more new prey. He, no, it had been right to assume that he operated on a different level, morally and socially. He had no morals, and didn’t favor social interaction much. He would learn of this soon enough.

    As for the question of disposition of the opposition, it could be done. Certainly there were some that were better than him physically, but so long as they knew not of his capabilities, then he could at least slow them enough to escape. Yes this partnership was exciting him, and he let it. It felt good, and he didn’t need to control how he felt now. He wasn’t on a mission, this had been a success. So, leaving the human faces of the bar behind him, he walked towards the exit of his partner.

WORDS: 330

THOUGHTS: Success!

NOTES: Fun times ahead.

MOOD: Content and excited.

TAG: Syph Passman

[Syph Passman]

"Excellent." Syph was not under the impression that it held any power over its new ally, but it was nice to have someone on its side for once without having to be "persuaded." The other being--Grilig, he had just said--had seemed disinterested in destroying it, at least. If it came to that, it would hopefully have the mask by then. It didn't want to, though. It just knew it would be good to have plans if things went wrong.

"My name is Syph. Pleasure to meet you, Grilig. I hope we'll work well together." As it exited the building, it let a smile rise on its face. Such a strange enchantment, it thought. It made expressions without even really thinking about it. Blasted, incredible, Carrig. "It seems this trip will not be a waste as I thought it would be."

Which meant, in hindsight, that the alcohol had been an entirely bad idea. But that didn't matter right now. Syph seemed to be walking and talking just fine. "According to the information I received, the mask is not so far away besides. Only a few blocks down the street. I had been all ready to go in and get it myself when I discovered that I was ill-equipped. Ideally this will work out very well for the both of us."

Starting on its way, Syph gestured toward the location. "It's a warehouse a little away from our current location. May be guarded, but not heavily. I don't know as they even know the capabilities of the mask itself--they've just been asked to hold onto it. I do hope they're not still holding onto it when I take it. I hate having to pry fingers off of my possessions."

The last time it had done that, it had lost Carrig as a companion, and that was something it didn't really want to relive.

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mask (( none ))
mood (( decent ))
tag (( Grilig ))
notes (( none ))
credits (( child of burning time by slipknot, the legend of zelda: majora's mask ))

[Grilig]

    He mentally prepared himself for what was to ensue. He had to insure that he was level-headed and focused on the goal. This was not about some slaughter for food or the sake of slaughter; it was to retrieve an important item for a comrade. Grilig realized it felt strange to have a purpose like this. The fact that he had a drive which transcended his own motivations even slightly made him feel more responsible than he should have. He didn’t like it. He had allied with him after he had assured himself that it would not compromise or significantly affect his lifestyle. Now it looked like he could be wrong. He hated it when he was wrong, because he usually only realized it when the consequences had already taken affect.

    He decided to trust in his decision for now. After all, there were still rewards to be reaped, pleasures to indulge in along this journey; he just had to know them first. This would work out for both of them indeed. Now onto this warehouse business, he verily supposed that the planning part was mainly up to him, he was just an asset. “Understood, I would hope a plan of action is to be conceived as soon as the warehouse has been observed. I will await instruction from you.” He had never been a very mental one. He probably had less knowledge overall than the average middle school student. He just was concerned about whether or not he could leave such a thing to this acquaintance at best. He decided there wasn’t any other option. Whatever he decided, he would have to trust him and carry it out.

    He just hoped he wasn’t wrong. His safety was very much in his hands. If you could call them that.

WORDS: 332
THOUGHTS: Orders?
NOTES: Terribly sorry, I've just been somewhat busy which combined with my procrastination, resulted in this horrendous wait time. Hope this is still a thing, I was having fun.
TAG: Syph Passman

[Syph Passman]

Syph nodded. Of course it would have a plan of action. At least it would when it knew the situation.

It pressed forward, checking every once in a while to make sure its new associate was keeping up, and making certain they weren't being followed. When the warehouse was within sight, it stopped, making sure they were out of earshot before it spoke. "Excellent. There only seem to be two guards in the front. If you think you can handle both of them, I don't know as they have anything formidable about them. They may, though. Who knows. At any rate, the real treat is inside." Taking a moment to collect itself despite the small amounts of alcohol in its system, Syph thought on the number of possibilities the warehouse could have.

"If I recall correctly, there should be an elf in there. Fae are difficult at best to kill without iron weapons, so I'll see what I can scrounge up. At any rate, it should be relatively easy assuming they're not using the mask. Which they very well may. Elves aren't really known for their magical capability. Anyway. I'm not exactly the one built for decimating, so I'll do what I can to help if you need me to but otherwise I'll let you do what you like. I don't really care what happens to any of the people in here so long as I get the mask. Carnage is allowable, though I'd prefer if you kept it quiet. Wouldn't want the law enforcement to show. That would be an unnecessary hassle, I think." It shrugged. "Unless you're used to firearms, in which case be my guest."

It took a few steps forward, then waited. The likelihood of at least one of the guards being a Plus was high enough, but it couldn't know for certain, and in this world it was more satisfying to assume human and be pleasantly surprised.

Unless they had fire, in which case it was not going to be a pleasant surprise at all.

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mask (( none ))
mood (( casual ))
tag (( Grilig ))
notes (( it's cool! i basically had to empty my entire room and i'm sorting through literally all my possessions and have to get it done before saturday is over, so i don't know how well i'm going to keep up on replying but i'll definitely try ))
credits (( child of burning time by slipknot, the legend of zelda: majora's mask ))

[Grilig]

    The time had come, the first two stood before him. He readied himself, he needed to be fast. Hopefully, he would be faster than them. “I will eliminate as many as I can, based on the first to be seen. I’ll start with these two.” It had been a while since it had had actual conflict, not an ambush, but actual fighting. He unbuttoned his trench coat and leaned down extending one of his hands, the flesh already peeling back from it to….to wherever it went. It momentarily shocked him about how little he knew about the process. This was not the time or the place for that there was work to be done. So, using his claws, he cut through the wrappings around his feet and planned his moves.
 

    He sprang forward towards the nearest guard, letting his arms trail back and his coat fall off of him. His hat did the same. The reflex had engaged itself; he could feel the reflex, the internal buildup. It jumped five feet into the air, rapidly closing the distance. He turned his head and saw the farther guard had begun to raise his hand to direct it at him. He opened his mouth and let a spray of it’s yellowish acid. The spray made contact along the arm, along the side of his head, and along his torso. The man opened his mouth and let out a gasp which began to rise to a scream. The acid ate through his arm, sections of it falling off. The area on his head was equally eaten through, and when it reached his brain, he collapsed. One down.

    The second raised his hands to try and defend himself, but he was too slow. He landed hard, bracing his feet against the man’s abdomen. He moved swiftly, wrapping his right claws around his throat. The man slammed into the wall, and before he had a chance to recover, it leapt off of him. He took the man’s throat with him. The guard bled out quickly.

    He stood and stared at his handiwork, reveling in the rush he felt. He turned to his partner “Best to start going, yes?” He turned towards the door; the rest would hopefully also be taken at least partially by surprise. He spoke again “Anything I should expect from an elf?” He placed a claw on the handle, locked. For some reason, he was surprised. He thought it still had some left in him. He sprayed a bit onto the handle, but he would have to wait a minute or so for it to burn through. Until then, he relived the last moments of the dead guards for the rush it gave him.

WORDS: 452

THOUGHTS: Today is indeed a good day.

MOOD: Excited.

NOTES: Haven't been able to write really. Procrastination and a stay at a friend's house got in the way.

TAG: Syph Passman

[Syph Passman]

Syph watched its companion shift with notable interest. That explained quite a bit. Much to its pleasant surprise, the fight was short, quick, fairly quiet, and to the point. It appreciated the efficiency. It was rare that anyone it had partnered with before had done a job as well as this. There was no mucking about, just quick kills and an overall impressive manner of doing so. This had been a good idea. Unless, of course, Grilig turned on it. Then there would be a problem. But it wasn't anticipating such an outcome, considering how well things seemed to be going.

"Not much," it said, shrugging as it looked at the corpse of one of the guards. The acid looked quite nasty if one was on the receiving end. "A very small amount of magic. Mostly physical prowess. Shouldn't be much of an issue, I don't think, unless it's wearing the mask. In that case, we're both in for quite a bit more of a struggle than we'd probably like." It kicked the guard missing his throat gently, watching the blood pool under him faster since the wound had been jostled. It was glad that there was such a slim chance of any authorities getting here in time to figure out what had happened, assuming they were even called at all. That would just be unnecessarily messy. But no matter. If the police showed, hopefully it would have the mask before then, and it wouldn't be a problem.

Then, with the sincerest smile it could muster, it looked at Grilig. "Good work, by the way. I like how fast you get things done." It turned toward the door, watching the door handle dissolve. "This ability of yours is quite impressive. Anything else I should know about in the interest of keeping out of the way?" Syph wasn't sure which idea it preferred. But, it supposed, its preferences didn't exactly weigh in heavily on what was happening. Or at all.

"Things should be straightforward enough inside. There will be a few more guards and the elf, the status of whom we are presently uncertain. But it shouldn't matter too much. We will be triumphant nonetheless. Whenever you're ready, I'll follow you inside and see if I can find anything iron."

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mask (( none ))
mood (( optimistic ))
tag (( Grilig ))
notes (( sorry i went so long without responding. have been really depressed lately. didn't ever really get out of it but am replying anyway in hopes that it'll make it stop. ))
credits (( child of burning time by slipknot, the legend of zelda: majora's mask ))

[Grilig]

He listened to the elf’s description and grew pleased. Physical prowess it could handle. Physical prowess it could match. Plus, a lack of magic made it somewhat predictable. No surprises. It didn’t know what to do if the elf was wearing the mask however. That was troubling.

“What of the mask? How can they be combated?” He felt strange as his companion kicked the deceased guard, it seemed unnecessary. It wasn’t until the blood was seen that he understood. “It would be problematic to know little of the enemy’s possible weaponry.” He felt that this would also be somewhat a test of trust, to divulge what Syph’s own weaknesses were possibly. It didn’t really expect him to trust it, but one could never be certain. Besides, it had no desire to harm Syph anyway, and he hoped the feeling was mutual.

He heard the compliment but didn’t really listen to it. He knew of it’s efficiency. He felt odd at the sight of the smile however. With knowledge of Syph’s true form, the smile seemed out of place. However, regarding the question, Syph deserved to know.

“The acid stays volatile for around four minutes. It requires constant reprocessing for longer. Stay away from it and you’ll be fine, but I didn’t need to tell you of that.” It thought for a beat. “Regarding other abilities, the acid is all you need to worry about.” This may have been saying to much, but he didn’t notice.

“If you find anything iron, and I hope you do, then I would recommend you locate me. Just follow the conflict.” He snatched a chunk of meat from the arm of the throatless guard before devouring it. "Something has to fuel the acid." It braced itself against the door. “Now then, shall we commence siege? I'm already riled up, and don't want to wait any longer." The thought of the elf’s flesh had began to pervade his thoughts, he would feast tonight.

WORDS: 327
THOUGHTS: Ready to go!
MOOD: Expectant.
NOTES: Haven't been checking this lately, but I'm glad you're trying to continue this. I don't know what to say about your depression. Maybe this really will help.
TAG: Syph Passman

[Syph Passman]

Syph thought for a moment, ruminating on the rumors it had heard of the opposition in question.

"The mask is the Mask of the Mind, which will increase its intellect and make it a tactical nightmare to fight. But it will also decrease its physical prowess to essentially nil. Given what I have heard of it, it hasn't been using it. Views it as a treasure that transcends value, more likely than not. Which would give me easy access. Unfortunately, I know little else."

Which was regrettably true. Syph had little reason to lie to Grilig--or, as it was now referring to him in its mind, "G," which had a very nice ring to it and got straight to the point--and even if it did, it would get them nowhere or worse.

It noted the lack of other dangers with a brief nod and an internal smile. No surprises, then. G didn't seem interested in lying. If anything, he had been nothing but up front about everything so far. It didn't know how the acid would affect it, but given how it worked on other inanimate objects, it didn't really want to find out. It would probably be very, very bad to get acid on it in any way, shape, or form. But that was all it had to worry about.

Syph gave something like a laugh but closer to an exhale at the consumption of human flesh. "Eating is a perfectly natural function of most living beings and some unliving ones such as myself. You need not justify yourself to me. Though obviously your dietary requirements are quite different from what most are used to, I only find it interesting. Anyway. Yes, let's move on." It drummed its fingers on where a mask should have been resting. This was unnerving, to be so defenseless. And with an ally that could, it now realized, kill it at literally any moment.

Good thing he appeared to have no interest in doing so, then.

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mask (( none ))
mood (( antsy ))
tag (( Grilig ))
notes (( sunny's back. back again. sunny's back. tell a friend. ))
credits (( child of burning time by slipknot, the legend of zelda: majora's mask ))

[Grilig]

    He paused, processing the information put forth. This was…..troubling. His ability to strategize was sub-par at best so this Mask of the Mind would be most difficult to acquire if in use. He truly hoped it wasn’t, otherwise he may only be able to defeat the Mask’s wielder through luck. He didn’t like that he couldn’t compete, he didn’t like that at all.

    It was time to advance. He leaned himself forward and let out a small but audible click. The wave of sound passed quickly, and what it revealed was worrying. Someone was standing on the other side of the door, and pointing at it what could only be a gun. They were too far to hit with the door, but...maybe he was fast enough. He did not want to risk it. He just was not sure that he could do it.

    “We will advance, but there is an obstacle.” He gestured with one of his claws in the direction of the door. “There is someone waiting for us. He is guarding the door in a way which makes passing through difficult. His weapon is aimed upon it. I am unsure if I can disarm him unscathed.” He paused briefly. “It would usually not be a problem, I would almost certainly survive. But it may dramatically decrease my chances of defeating the elf if he is lucky.” He thought of other information to disperse. “He is too far to hit with the door, but only by a foot or so.” He glanced at the two bodies. “While I am a formidable opponent, I have never been quite good at strategizing. Do you have an idea?”

    He had already unconsciously formed the opinion that it possessed intelligence far greater than his own. He felt uncomfortable that he was unable to find a solution, but decided that he likely wasn’t drafted into this effort for that. He would certainly do what was expected of him with the expected quality, he only hoped his partner was capable of doing the mental lifting this time. Otherwise they might have to find another entrance, and that seemed unnecessary, as if they should be able to handle this. And so, he looked expectantly at the wooden thing with a better mind than he.

WORDS: 378
THOUGHTS: Surely it can solve this.
MOOD: Apprehensive.
NOTES: Sorry it took so long. I've only been checking this once or twice a week and I've been busy lately. Really glad you're back.
TAG: Syph Passman