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[afailedmurder]

Who: A (to Z)
Where: The lobby
When: Day 10, afternoon

[A is hanging out greeting people as they come and go from the hotel, a bag of fortune cookies in hand.]

Hello there! Can I interest you in a short and sweet fortune?

[Yeah, he means the cookies.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You have something against sweets?

[unbr8kable]

What, you've got some you're looking to get rid of?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. Because I'm exactly the type of person who has so many sweets, they don't know what to do with them.

[unbr8kable]

...Just how many sweets would you need to have to not even know what to do with them?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

More than an Angel could eat.

[unbr8kable]

Do angels eat a lot?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs a little. Mostly to himself]

I wouldn't know. You'd have to ask her.

[unbr8kable]

I'm just saying, if "more than she can eat" is like, two, you need a better imagination.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nonsense. My imagination is only dwarfed by my ego.

[unbr8kable]

I feel like an awful lot of things are dwarfed by your ego...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yet you still talk to me.

Which works well for me. I have a another proposition for you. Or let's say, for avante en garde.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah? I have one for you, too, but you should go first. What's up?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Does avante en garde take students? Not for full-fledged knight fights, but for self-defense.

[unbr8kable]

Uh...uhhh? Using swords? Or self-defense in any sort of way, period?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Self-defense in any way, period.

[3/4 of avante en garde have more or less curbstomped this guy]

[unbr8kable]

[stop being so punchable]

Just how many enemies are you making?

[she frowns up at him; if he's all bruised up she might even feel bad]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Two fading bruises to the face and moving a little stiffer than normal but DON'T FEEL BAD FOR THIS GUY]

No actual enemies surprisingly. Just differences in communication styles.

[unbr8kable]

[she mostly does not]

That's a surprisingly positive way to put it. Been counseling with hero team?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

A couple of its members. However, I don't think Old Man Edgelord and I see eye to eye.

[unbr8kable]

It's probably tougher for him since he only has the one.

[kind of? the other one glows sometimes?? maybe?? 90s comics]

Anyway, I don't think there's much we can tell you that'll keep you from being pounded into meatloaf if you piss him off... But if you come by later, me and the guys can help you hold your own against most of these randos.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's all I'm asking for.

And what proposition did you have for me?

[unbr8kable]

Consider.........rocket boots.

Eh? Ehhhh?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs out loud]

Well I can't say no to that. I'm a few abilities away from making it a reality, so you'll have to be patient.

[unbr8kable]

Lame, patience isn't even on my ability list.

[leans in closer, as if he's holding the explanation to how skills work]

What all have you got to learn to make it? I mean, we can already buy boots and buy rockets, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Gadgeteer at the least. Then I don't know if I'll need a lab or not to actually fuse the two items.

[All he has is a basic toolkit]

How much does a rocket cost anyway?