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Role Play Theater / Re: Transformation Theater
« on: June 14, 2015, 12:05:37 AM »
The bouncers of the tavern begin to move toward the insane scrambling of a weakling skum and equally pitiful human basically slapping each other around. A couple of slim and athletic type of merfolk (they don't really come in buff, just well-built and incredibly magically powerful) swim by and easily toss out the two of the idiots, quite adamantly stating that they are not welcome in any sort of way.
However, the bouncers turn to look at the more animalistic skum and the vorzh. They don't seem very at-odds with them and let them move about freely. One other krait-type-vorzh from the bar swims deftly around a crowd of drunken surfacers and offers him a drink for dealing with "stupid-rat skum," then expressly mentions that it wasn't talking of Mike.
Though the two inside are still allowed to move as they like, Yilin and Virmir are quickly threatened by more imposing and dangerous figures. A couple of merfolk guards and their seahorses (the ten-foot-tall kind with lances on their sides) come travelling by, and seeing the idiots making a mess of the road out front, decide to take some fight to them. Maybe they figure they'll make less of a scene in jail.
"You handle the midget, I'll handle the... other midget. The hairless one," one of them says. He's in a more colorful breastplate than the other, perhaps some commanding officer.
"Yes, sir, Taj," the other replies.
They don't really seem to be wielding weapons, but the mages can definitely sense some power gathering around them as they dismount, which consists mainly of drifting off the sides of the seahorses.
However, the bouncers turn to look at the more animalistic skum and the vorzh. They don't seem very at-odds with them and let them move about freely. One other krait-type-vorzh from the bar swims deftly around a crowd of drunken surfacers and offers him a drink for dealing with "stupid-rat skum," then expressly mentions that it wasn't talking of Mike.
Though the two inside are still allowed to move as they like, Yilin and Virmir are quickly threatened by more imposing and dangerous figures. A couple of merfolk guards and their seahorses (the ten-foot-tall kind with lances on their sides) come travelling by, and seeing the idiots making a mess of the road out front, decide to take some fight to them. Maybe they figure they'll make less of a scene in jail.
"You handle the midget, I'll handle the... other midget. The hairless one," one of them says. He's in a more colorful breastplate than the other, perhaps some commanding officer.
"Yes, sir, Taj," the other replies.
They don't really seem to be wielding weapons, but the mages can definitely sense some power gathering around them as they dismount, which consists mainly of drifting off the sides of the seahorses.