Of Devils, Monsters, and Men

[Vanira]

Makatza Oota​

HP: 21/21
Interactions: Luna_Silverwing
Mentions: Idea welian
If the bastard called her sweetheart one more time they will have yet another person missing from their merry-band of misfits to escort the girl. With a tense, tight-lipped smile, Makatza swallowed any unsavory words she may have had for the man. Thankfully, she did not have to act for long as soon the little mute child was attacking her protectors. Could this get any weirder?

No, she shouldn’t test fate like that.

“Perhaps we can save the maiming for when we are on the road, yes? Not that I do not enjoy a good show but not in a place of worship.” Makatza grinned towards the young mute girl. She was wild, uncontrollable and had a pension for attacking those she did not like. Makatza already liked her and made a mental note to… perhaps convince her later to attack the Sally guy.

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[welian]

“Holy shit,” Salvador whispered, awestruck.

The sheer rage rolling off the animal-eared girl was comical. She looked so frustrated, so impotent in her anger, raining her fists of fury down upon Hir’s helmeted head.

Sal bit his lip, smiling, but quickly descended into sudden uproarious laughter.

“Gods above, you actually – oh man – you really said – AHAHAHA!!!” Red-faced and wheezing, Salvador buckled over, slapping his knee. He had mostly sobered up, but this was definitely the insane laughter of a man who hit the bottle far too often for his health. Thank the gods above for this idiot of a paladin!

“Oh my GOD, Hir, you can’t just SAY shit like that in front of people!” Salvador wiped an arrogant tear away, oblivious to how much of Maiya’s anger was directed at himself.

“Look, kid,” he said to Maiya, his tone reaching an entirely new level of cocksure now that Goldenforge was out of earshot (he assumed), and the slapstick had lifted his mood.

“I’ve changed my mind. You keep whaling on this guy like that, and I just might be convinced to personally drop you on Galfread’s doorstep!” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial stage whisper. "I have a bow and arrow ready to go, say the word and I'll show you how to snipe the cape right off his back!"

 

[Luna_Silverwing]

Maiya was done! these two had finished her nerves. Sliding across the floor, below and out of base lines of sight, she slipped over to Fop's shoes, tying them together tightly, making sure he was still facing the Tin Can. With this he will land face first in the knight's Cock Cup. With that thought bringing forth and evil smirk she slid between Sal's legs slicing upward with her knife hitting her mark. Which turned out to be a much smaller target then her would have likely proposed.

 

[welian]

Salvador chuckled to himself for another moment or two, absolutely delighted in what he perceived to be his own impeccable sense of humor. He never even noticed the soft rush of air as Maiya took a woman’s place, and –



The suddenly less-cocky pirate bellowed a horrendous screech of pain. His knees buckled, and in instinct he reached out to grab the horrendous monster that sullied his manhood so. However, his bloodied bootlaces betrayed his center of gravity and sent him falling face first into Silversap’s impeccable dorky armor.

For a split second, he could see his own pained reflection in the paladin’s codpiece.

“—SHOULD’VE KICKED YER MA IN THE GUT!!”

:'(