Entry II | Video

[andhishat]

[The sight that appears on your device's screens is that of a wall of smoke, and hopefully you had the speakers turned down because the fire alarms they use here aren't exactly pleasant on the ears. For a minute that's all there is, smoke obscuring vague shapes and the sound of the alarm screeching its head off, but if you stick with it you soon see a shape start moving in through the black clouds, the sound of coughing audible under the alarm. Finally, Reya emerges from the smoke, her hand over her mouth.]

Enough!

[She gestures and shoots two little red orbs off in different directions. There's a loud crack and the sound of glass breaking, and suddenly the alarm disintegrates into static, and the smoke starts to lessen, just slightly. A gust of magically conjured wind speeds it along.]

May Ithilids starve themselves on the brains of whatever sadist designed these infernal machines!

[She turns back to the camera, wiping soot from her cheek.]

I'm certain the one who wrote the instructions on the back of our food is either long dead or not very concerned with my plight, but I would like to inform those providing it that not every world uses whatever absurd system you people have for measuring the passage of time.

[Coughing as she tries to take a calming breath]

Since I find myself with the choice of continually risking burning down my residence, starvation, or throwing myself upon the kindness of others, I am hoping some among you might be willing to explain 'minutes' and 'seconds' to me, as well as the proper use of this 'mi-crow-wave' device?

Also, to those living with me, I apologize for the mess, [She glances over her shoulder] and the window. I'll clean it up as soon as I'm able.

[OOC: Basically, Reya tried to use the microwave, and coming from a world where time measurement is based on people's best guess she made a botch job of it. Roommates feel free to action tag]

Comments

[andhishat]

[Oh no, this is a former NPC of hers who thinks all mages are demon summoning abominations viewed with suspicion at best]

A short and messy end if you didn't cast your protection from evil right?

[woahwoahawkward]

Or a more drawn-out and painful torture at the hands of demons, but -- yes.

[andhishat]

Ours usually reserve that for after they've ripped you to shreds and dragged you screaming into the infernal planes. Souls are more durable sources of torture.

[woahwoahawkward]

So you hope someone kills you before it gets to that point.

[...yep, he's seen mages put down for that reason.]

[andhishat]

Actually, I was more planning on killing them.

[woahwoahawkward]

If that's possible, of course.

[andhishat]

I'm on the double digits by this point.

[woahwoahawkward]

Aha, a woman of many skills.

[andhishat]

Many skills, most of which fall into the two categories of useless and ways to kill things.

[woahwoahawkward]

At least you have the latter to fall back on.

[andhishat]

It's a surprisingly lucrative skill set.

[woahwoahawkward]

Not as surprising as you'd think.

[andhishat]

No, not really. Seems there's always a market for killing people.

[woahwoahawkward]

Unfortunately, it is what keeps the assassins employed.

[Looking at you, Zevran.]

[andhishat]

Assassins, cut throats, sell swords, mercenaries, thugs for hire, contract killers, undertakers, and scribes who sell pre-written condolence letters.

It is a thriving market.

[Ah Zevran, she has one of those...sort of.]

[woahwoahawkward]

[He was more of the warrior-type.]

The scribes over-charge, though.

[andhishat]

It's probably to make up for all the trips to the healers to have their wrists repaired. Still, you'd think they'd put more passion into their work.

[woahwoahawkward]

Some people think only about their coin.

[andhishat]

It is a sad statement on the status of things when even a condolence scribe can't take pride in their work.

[woahwoahawkward]

Overwhelmed with work, where I was from. That might do it.

[andhishat]

I'm not sure whether they loath me for making them work overtime, or are grateful I saved them a war or two.

[woahwoahawkward]

We can always hope for the latter.

[It's usually the former, though.]

[andhishat]

You're an optimist, that's adorable.

[She says it with fondness, not biting sarcasm]

[woahwoahawkward]

I try to be, as they're a little few and far between.

[That's a refreshing change. :C]

[andhishat]

Their rarity just makes them more valuable.

[Her baby sister is a optimist, she likes them]