Athanas
You needed someone to blame, so you cast it on me.
Destrian listened sceptically at Isolde's request to not use Violence on Selta's minions:"Look... I understand you're not very willing to go against your kin, and all that.... But do you really think they'll give it to us if we ask nicely? Sometimes, life doesn't allow you to choose. It's harsh, but it's true."
Admittedly, his mood had been steadily getting worse, despite his best efforts to remain cheerful. The minions seemed powerful, too powerful, even for him. Kadri was apparently implying that an all powerful-Lich, with the help of some things called-The Damned?! What? Was out to get them, and apparently she was also too powerful for them to deal with. The more he thought about it, the more the situation seemed like a dead end to him. No matter what their course of action was, they were destined for failure. He didn't mind, that was the whole point of him coming here... But the others shouldn't just die like this. They deserved better. Perhaps...
Blue's return, with Velma and Lili in tow dragged him out of his thoughts. He felt hopeful: Velma always had an aloof way of dealing with issues, and Lili showed wit. Also, if she was spending this much time with Velma, it's quite possible that she could be convinced to tag along. Any help would be appreciated at this point, after all. His smile actually briefly returned at that prospect was made very tangible...Only to be ruined as everyone was suddenly extremely suspicious, something that baffled him to no end. She wasn't any more trustworthy than any of them were about a week ago...And yet people denied her key information and made her think that they were just a bunch of lunatics. Velma was also denied information, which was even more baffling, considering she had fought a dragon with them, despite not even knowing their names.
Everyone's inability to actually communicate and actually secure allies, when it was made very apparent that manpower was just about the thing they lacked the most made him reach two conclusions: One, his fellows had serious trust issues, and, something that terrified him to no end, he'd actually have to convince both to join himself.
He was very self-aware of his social skills for that to work. The mere thought of actually talking seriously to someone made him very antsy. He suddenly became very concerned about the words he planned to use. Would he be coming off as too eager? Too suspicious? Too much of an idiot? Destrian toiled with the answer before finally arriving at the conclusion.
He raised his head, shaking himself out of his thoughts again. He looked at all of them for a short moment, and merely declared:"Like I've said once before, we're thinking about this far too much, and that can't be good for anyone. Let's just stop thinking, and you'll see that the situation will resolve itself.
And I happen to know the best way to stop thinking there is. Barkeep! Two bottles of your finest wine, 5 mugs of mead, and whatever the fuck the women want! Velma! Haul your ass over here, I'm going to grant you all the information you could possibly want to know, and more!
He eagerly feasted on the pastries before the drinks arrived, ignoring any looks of suspicion or worry from his companions-first rule of Not Thinking was to Not Care. Once they had arrived he filled his cup and Keenan's, gulped it down,filled it again, also gulped it down. After a short while,he was starting to feel tipsy enough so as not to care. Embracing this as a good sign, he turned to Velma again.
"So apparently, we're on this here mission to save the world, see? We're just some random folks, no organizations, nothing special, apart from the fact that we're all Lineaged! We're hunting down them artifacts, and..." He paused, feeling a considerable amount of nervousness over the fact that he was delivering crucial information in a rather loud voice. He drowned the thoughts by chugging another cup, as well as starting to drink the first mug of mead."And they're supposed to be really damned powerful, so much so that they have to be hidden from the rest of the world, so as not to fall into the wrong hands, yadayada. Along the way we're constantly being hunted by some special organisation, though they're mostly humans so they're not that bad, they're actually a great way to get the blood flowing. There's also this really powerful Lich that will probably kill us, but then again maybe she's just a pushover like that dragon. Hell if I know." He could practically feel the rest staring at him. There was another long pause as he drank some more, having now effectively drank more than two thirds of the first bottle."That's all. No one's forcing you to stay , but I'd appreciate it if you did, you make for jolly company, and also are really good at fighting."
He turned to Kadri, taking a break from drinking to grab two more of the pastries and stuffing them in his mouth."There you go, Boss. Was that so bloody difficult, now? No, don't answer me: Just have a drink. Our odds will look better with every cup that goes down the hatch, you'll see!
Keenan 'ole boy, I didn't order all these for myself! Get to drinking! Or do you have a code that disallows you to drink anything that's not holy water?"
He made a mental note to stop drinking once he was about to pass out: There was someone that still needed convincing, and he sure as hell didn't plan on doing it while he was sober in the morning.
Admittedly, his mood had been steadily getting worse, despite his best efforts to remain cheerful. The minions seemed powerful, too powerful, even for him. Kadri was apparently implying that an all powerful-Lich, with the help of some things called-The Damned?! What? Was out to get them, and apparently she was also too powerful for them to deal with. The more he thought about it, the more the situation seemed like a dead end to him. No matter what their course of action was, they were destined for failure. He didn't mind, that was the whole point of him coming here... But the others shouldn't just die like this. They deserved better. Perhaps...
Blue's return, with Velma and Lili in tow dragged him out of his thoughts. He felt hopeful: Velma always had an aloof way of dealing with issues, and Lili showed wit. Also, if she was spending this much time with Velma, it's quite possible that she could be convinced to tag along. Any help would be appreciated at this point, after all. His smile actually briefly returned at that prospect was made very tangible...Only to be ruined as everyone was suddenly extremely suspicious, something that baffled him to no end. She wasn't any more trustworthy than any of them were about a week ago...And yet people denied her key information and made her think that they were just a bunch of lunatics. Velma was also denied information, which was even more baffling, considering she had fought a dragon with them, despite not even knowing their names.
Everyone's inability to actually communicate and actually secure allies, when it was made very apparent that manpower was just about the thing they lacked the most made him reach two conclusions: One, his fellows had serious trust issues, and, something that terrified him to no end, he'd actually have to convince both to join himself.
He was very self-aware of his social skills for that to work. The mere thought of actually talking seriously to someone made him very antsy. He suddenly became very concerned about the words he planned to use. Would he be coming off as too eager? Too suspicious? Too much of an idiot? Destrian toiled with the answer before finally arriving at the conclusion.
He raised his head, shaking himself out of his thoughts again. He looked at all of them for a short moment, and merely declared:"Like I've said once before, we're thinking about this far too much, and that can't be good for anyone. Let's just stop thinking, and you'll see that the situation will resolve itself.
And I happen to know the best way to stop thinking there is. Barkeep! Two bottles of your finest wine, 5 mugs of mead, and whatever the fuck the women want! Velma! Haul your ass over here, I'm going to grant you all the information you could possibly want to know, and more!
He eagerly feasted on the pastries before the drinks arrived, ignoring any looks of suspicion or worry from his companions-first rule of Not Thinking was to Not Care. Once they had arrived he filled his cup and Keenan's, gulped it down,filled it again, also gulped it down. After a short while,he was starting to feel tipsy enough so as not to care. Embracing this as a good sign, he turned to Velma again.
"So apparently, we're on this here mission to save the world, see? We're just some random folks, no organizations, nothing special, apart from the fact that we're all Lineaged! We're hunting down them artifacts, and..." He paused, feeling a considerable amount of nervousness over the fact that he was delivering crucial information in a rather loud voice. He drowned the thoughts by chugging another cup, as well as starting to drink the first mug of mead."And they're supposed to be really damned powerful, so much so that they have to be hidden from the rest of the world, so as not to fall into the wrong hands, yadayada. Along the way we're constantly being hunted by some special organisation, though they're mostly humans so they're not that bad, they're actually a great way to get the blood flowing. There's also this really powerful Lich that will probably kill us, but then again maybe she's just a pushover like that dragon. Hell if I know." He could practically feel the rest staring at him. There was another long pause as he drank some more, having now effectively drank more than two thirds of the first bottle."That's all. No one's forcing you to stay , but I'd appreciate it if you did, you make for jolly company, and also are really good at fighting."
He turned to Kadri, taking a break from drinking to grab two more of the pastries and stuffing them in his mouth."There you go, Boss. Was that so bloody difficult, now? No, don't answer me: Just have a drink. Our odds will look better with every cup that goes down the hatch, you'll see!
Keenan 'ole boy, I didn't order all these for myself! Get to drinking! Or do you have a code that disallows you to drink anything that's not holy water?"
He made a mental note to stop drinking once he was about to pass out: There was someone that still needed convincing, and he sure as hell didn't plan on doing it while he was sober in the morning.