BFF 4 EVR! Ashy & Quentin
Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 12:58 pm
[07:19] <Brad> Alone and unloved, Quentin continues to stand out in the courtyard, having not moved since returning to his vigil after his completely successful interrogation that clearly ended the appropriate way and was in no fashion a fiasco. Pablo seems to have swept away the pigeon carcasses this morning, likely not even noticing the massive form of the ghostly-
[07:19] <Brad> -Templar and his aura of death and cold and hatred.
[07:23] <@SisipWork> Not entirely unloved. Quentin does have ONE fan in particular. A certain, barely lit girl wearing a self warming winter coat with both pockets containing a little robot friend (Poddy in one and Bit in the other) wanders over towards him. She'd heard the rumours that had circulated about what he'd done to the alien and while most people were avoiding the man she wanted to see who it was that had done such a thing. Tilting her head the glowbug watches him from a distance, not saying much of anything.
[07:26] <Brad> He stands motionless, his somewhat transparent frame wreathed in endlessly flickering blue flames. Those massive hands that had torn the creature in two rest on the pommel of his sword, pointed down with the tip buried in the earth. His blue eyes, fiery like the rest of him, gaze unblinkingly through twin eyeslits in his helmet. He cuts an extremely imposing-
[07:26] <Brad> -figure, and it's likely the reason few pause to chat him up. That and he's... not a particularly pleasant conversationalist to begin with.
[07:31] <@SisipWork> Taking a few steps closer the girl is less cautious and more concerned about the temperature. She hated the cold and it was already barely tollerable as it was. "You killed the alien." It wasn't a question, or even an accusation. It was merely a statement. Honey golden eyes slide slowly over Quentin as she takes another step or two towards him. "Did.. he tell you how to get to his ship?"
[07:33] <Brad> His head shifts slightly, the first sign of movement he's made in many hours. Those burning eyes glare down at the girl, like they're trying to cut through her soul. He regards her for a moment, and then speaks in that low, sickening rumble of a voice. "Yes." He says, perhaps in answer to both questions.
[07:35] <@SisipWork> "How?" At his simple answer her glow brightens and she stands a bit straighter. Please say jetpack, PLEASE say jetpack! Thankfully the two bots were in snooze mode, Bit recovering from his powerdrain and learning about the events and Poddy just being poddy. She didn't want either of them getting upset if they heard she was still interested in getting up there.
[07:37] <Brad> "I grasped one of its weak, frail little arms in each hand, and pulled it apart as one would a game hen." He replies, obviously more interested in explaining that bit of information. He has no idea how to get to the ship, only that the creature had given its exact coordinates.
[07:40] <@SisipWork> Her face scrunches up on one side and she gives him a 'duh' look, "Yes, yes I know that. But how do you GET to his ship? I mean, if someone... like me ... were going to go.. how would they go?" That's not to say that Quentin's fatal dance with the alien wasn't impressive, it simply, at this point, wasn't necessary information. "Would a jetpack work?" She takes another step closer.
[07:41] <Brad> He stares at her for a few long moments, those eyes burning endlessly, cold and empty. He towers over the girl, could easily break her in two with one hand, likely. "Why do you expect me to know this?" He responds, a fair enough question. He doesn't look like the most tech-savvy individual at the Sanctum right now.
[08:03] <@SisipWork> She raises an eyebrow, "Because I asked and you said yes. With that sort of answer most people will assume that means you know. Since.. you said yes." Was the fellow tetched?
[08:08] <Brad> "I was only told where the creatures' vessel is." He says gruffly, a hint of irritation in his voice. He looks upward at the sky then, as if to signify that, then looks back down at the girl, eyes blazing. "It is up to your... people... to find a way there. When that is determined, I will expect to be sent with them to enact proper justice."
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[08:16] <@SisipWork> She looks a bit confused, "Then why would you say yes, if you don't know how to get to the spaceship?" She snorts ust a bit, irritated. "Hasn't anyone told you it's not nice to lie?" Now she was back to square one... no jetpack and no idea how to get up there. Looking back to Quentin the girl frowns, maybe he just didn't KNOW what yes and no meant. "Just so in the future you do not make this mistake again? YES means an affirmative or consenting reply. NO is used to give a negative response. I know it can get confusing sometimes, but the answer you should have given was 'no'."
[08:18] <Brad> "You asked me two questions." The ghost replies, seemingly uninterested in her semantics lecture. "I answered one of them." He flexes his fingers on the pommel of his sword, staring down at her impassively. Don't forget, Quentin, you need these people. They already pitched a fit when you killed the alien, they probably wouldn't take kindly to you-
[08:18] <Brad> -slaughtering their adorable pet moppet.
[08:21] <@SisipWork> Thank goodness Ashy wasn't privvy to internal monologing. An eyebrow raises into an exhaggerated 'Spock' look. "Are you only able to answer one question at a time? Like.. are you a genie that grants wishes? Limitations on how many questions can be answered?" NOW the girl was even more interested. Limitations on questions? She takes another step or two towards Quentin. "You're cold." Blinking she pauses, "But that wasn't a question so it doesn't count! Does it? OH but I answered questions before. Those are hypothetical questions though, I've decided, so you don't have to answer them."
[08:23] <Brad> "No." He says, staring down at her.
[08:24] <@SisipWork> Ashy's brain breaks. "... wut ...?" Honey golden eyes blink at Quentin in confusion.
[08:25] <vile> Oh look. It's that smarmy bastard again! Out of the rec section of the giant donut he heads and into the courtyard he goes. There's something different about the pale man: he looks tired. So very tired, like he'd been hard at work or something, doing more than just running his mouth. The second he's out in the chilly morning air, he lights up a cigarette and takes a couple puffs from
[08:25] <vile> the thing. A heavy sigh is released and his shoulders fall. Today the normally well-dressed zombie is in a plain black long sleeved shirt, jeans and nice sneakers. No fancy pants, not even his cane! Soon enough, he spots the couple of people out already and slinks towards them, moving with his usual slow gait.
[08:26] <Brad> "I choose to answer what I see fit." He replies, fingers flexing on the pommel of his blade again. "I am not here to educate you. I am here to destroy the creatures that committed this crime, bring God's wrath upon them, and send them to whatever Hell awaits them."
[08:30] <@SisipWork> A feigned 'impressed' look comes over Ashy's face as she puts on a fake British accent, "OhhOOooh really now, well I should consider myself lucky then to have had my queries replied unto thusly by .. you ." She pauses, not that good at this sort of thing. Giving up she sticks her tongue at him instead! "Well you COULD answer questions if you WANTED. What if I asked how you were going to 'bring God's wrath' upon them? Would you answer THAT?" Looking up she spots Nick and smiles, waving his way!
[08:32] <vile> Ashy's wave is returned and he continues towards them. It doesn't take long for the guy to arrive. He stands next to the glowbug and offers a nice pat to the shoulder to her in greeting. "Hello." he greets in a soft tone and resumes smoking, sure to blow it off to the side away from the others.
[08:32] <Brad> He tightens one hand around the pommel of his sword, and lifts it, slowly, from the ground. It's a massive broadsword, as solid and yet oddly insubstantial as Quentin himself, and wreathed in that same icy, flickering blue fire. The blade is almost as tall as she is. Double-handed hilt included, the sword likely is at least the same height as her. He holds-
[08:33] <Brad> -it out to the side with one arm, letting her see it. "With this." As Nick approaches, his eyes narrow. He can't help it. Walking corpse. Holy crusader. Not exactly a good match.
[08:42] <@SisipWork> Ashy can't help herself as she oooooooohs softly, honey golden eyes widening at the sight of the sword. "I bet that would kill a lot of them." She nods just a bit. "I'd love to be there to watch you... but I probably will have already rescued everyone by the time you get back to.. NIIICK!" She stops herself, smiling innocently as she remembers Nick was drawing closer. She certainly wasn't planning on doing something stupid again, not Ashlynne!
[08:44] <vile> No self-respecting coward would be able to ignore Quentin's display. A look of horror crosses his face and he takes a step away from the ghost, clearly upset by the giant fucking sword. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out this is a bad situation and that it's about time to run screaming. "Er. Just...stopping by to say 'hi'. I should go get something for breakfast." A nervous smile
[08:44] <vile> is flashed at Ashy and he steps away. "I'll see you around." and he goes! Retreat! Ashley's plan to do something bad can continue! For now, now that the zombie is relocating somewhere a bit safer. Whether he'd heard the bit about 'already rescued' isn't clear.
[08:46] <Brad> He brings the sword down again, and drives it back into the exact point in the ground that he'd driven it in before. He rests his hands back on the pommel, and his helmeted head turns to watch Nick start to scamper off. "You need not fear me." Well you should, but that's beside the point. "I am forbidden from taking action without due cause. Even toward-
[08:46] <Brad> -a... creature... such as yourself."
[08:49] <@SisipWork> A creature .. such as herself? That yucky feeling comes over her that she recognizes from numerous trips out. That tone of disapproval. Frowning the girl puts her hands on her hips, "And what's WRONG with a creature like me? Or have you not looked in a MIRROR yet, ghost boy?"
[08:51] <Brad> "I was referring to the corpse." He says, brusquely.
[08:52] <@SisipWork> OH! Well then. She settles down, hmming. Then pauses, "But he's just like you except for a whole lot smellier, warmer and more approachable. I mean.. you are both DEAD."
[08:53] <Brad> "Technically speaking, I am not dead." He replies again, remaining motionless.
[08:53] <vile> Nick glances over his shoulder at Quentin and gives a quick nod. The retreat continues despite this. Maybe he really is hungry! Or he just finds a giant scary-looking ghost night with an equally big sword to be downright terrifying. So f that mess. Soon enough, his cigarette is snubbed out and tucked behind an ear, and he's heading for the mart for some delicious, bloody meat.
[08:55] <@SisipWork> "Well then he's not either!" Aside from the 'not living' part, of course. The girl grumbles a bit, "still the same sort of." Finding a bench nearby the girl settles down on it, looking over at Quentin for a moment or so, "Do you think we'll save everyone?"
[08:56] <Brad> "That is your concern, not mine." He says, fiery blue eyes staring off into the distance over her head. "I have told you my purpose here."
[08:57] <@SisipWork> This wasn't what the girl wanted to hear so she reaches down with a stretch arm, scoops up a bit of snow, balls it up and tosses it towards the TECHNICALLY SPEAKING not dead Templar Knight. "Well.. whatever." She huffs and looks at the ground.
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[09:08] <Brad> AN ASSUALT! He springs into action and cleaves her in tw- okay no, he just stands there, the snowball hits him on the left side of his chest. He tilts his eyes back down at the girl. "Girl, do not expect kindness from me."
[09:11] <Suzthulhu> Someone whould really hang a sign on Quentin: "Please do not feed, taunt, torment, speak to, assault, engage, or otherwise harrass the Templar."
[09:14] <@SisipWork> Ashy sticks her tongue out at him again. "If I wanted kindness from you I would have gone all... " And she pulls off the biggest doe eyes ever seen before, complete with a little wobbly lip. "But I don't." Stretchyface returns to normal. "How many do you think you can kill in one swipe? A lot?"
[09:17] <Brad> "A decent enough number." He replies. It is a big sword, after all, and the creatures seem to be fairly frail. Much like carjackers. His fingers flex again on the pommel. He seems completely unmoved by her 'look how cute I am' display.
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[09:20] <@SisipWork> Ashy tilts her head, watching Quentin, "Do you like being a ghost?"
[09:22] <Brad> "I have been trapped in this form for close to nine hundred years." He says, eyes narrowed again. "When I am not manifest, I am imprisoned in a cell between worlds. I have no capacity for emotion beyond hatred, rage, and an unending thirst for vengeance against those that would harm the innocent." He leans forward just a bit, that cold almost seeming to-
[09:22] <Brad> -reach out towards her. "No. I do not -like- being a ghost."
[09:23] <vile> Into the mart the zombie goes! Now that he's away from the scary fucking ghost, he starts calming down. The usual amused expression settles on his face again and he quietly sighs, relaxing. Over to the tasty, tasty raw meat he heads and mills around in front of the glass, pondering on what he could have for brunch. But, as usual, he gets limited to beef. At least it's not sushi. He watches
[09:23] <vile> as the selected noms are neatly wrapped up in butcher paper. The package is taken to the registers, he pays and wanders out. There's no exact destination in mind...and so he winds up in the rec center, seated in a chair like it's his throne. And he enjoys his meal while watching good ol' Judge Judy.
[09:24] <@SisipWork> Ashy brrr's softly. "Oh. That's too bad. I'd thought it would be sort of interesting but apparently not. Trapped in that form for nine hundred years?" She blinks, not having realized Ted was THAT old. "Well, at least you help people age nicely. Can you fly?"
[09:25] <Brad> "No." He stands straight again, breaking eye contact with the girl. "You talk too much. You all talk too much. You seek to confuse me, to distract me from my duty."
[09:27] <@SisipWork> "Yeah, I'm told that a lot." The girl changes position on the bench so that her knees are hooked around the back of it and she's staring at Quentin upsidedown. "Can you walk through walls?"
[09:28] <Brad> "No." He responds again. This is a test, a test from God. Clearly, this is to test his resolve.
[09:30] <@SisipWork> "Can you slime people?" Her legs kick idly as she makes a frame with her gloved hands and watches the ghost man through it.
[09:31] <Brad> "I do not even know what that means." Nine hundred years of imprisonment. That wasn't enough for you, Lord? Now this?
[09:32] <@SisipWork> "Oh. Well then I guess that's a no." She makes quiet popping noises with her mouth, quite a bit like Donkey during the trip to Far Far Away. "Can you talk to other dead people?"
[09:33] <Brad> "If you continue to pester me, we may both discover the answer to that question." Quentin didn't see that movie. If he had, he may have murdered those responsible.
[09:35] <@SisipWork> She doesn't seem to hear the warning, "Do you miss being alive? I think I'd miss being alive if I were a ghost." She sighs softly.
[09:35] <Brad> "I do not..." He pauses for a moment. "..remember."
[09:37] <@SisipWork> She blinks as he gives an answer she wasn't expecting. Dropping her legs down to the bench the girl sits properly once again and tilts her head as she watches him, "I'm sorry, Quentin. Not remembering must feel horrible."
[09:40] <Brad> He says nothing to that, and simply stands there, motionless.
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[09:43] <@SisipWork> "Do you not remember anything about when you were alive?" Ash asks curiously as she chews on her lower lip.
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[09:45] <Brad> "I remember..." His head tilts slightly upward, and his gaze shifts skyward. "...fire. Screaming.. I remember..." He stops abruptly, and his gaze swings back down to the girl, eyes blazing. "I do not wish to speak of this." He says, his tone sharp.
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[09:46] <@SisipWork> She takes a soft breath as she nods, "I'm sorry... I.. sometimes it really helps to talk about things though. Sometimes it helps."
[09:50] <Brad> "It does not help me." He says, glaring over at her. He certainly doesn't look, or sound, like the type that's going to open up his -feelings- in a tender heart to heart.
[09:52] <@SisipWork> Ashy knows not of this, since most of his looks are all the same. "Are you sure? I'm always happy to listen. Gina listened to me last night so now it's my turn to listen to someone. I'm told I'm a very good listener." Says the girl who doesn't seem to shut up.
[09:56] <Brad> He really only has three looks. One says 'I dislike you', another says 'I am going to kill you', and the third says 'I am currently in the process of killing you'. A huge, rumbling sigh reverberates around Ash, emanating from Quentin. "Do you not have someone else you could pester?"
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[09:58] <@SisipWork> That question causes the little girl to freeze, what little glow she had fading from her skin. ".. no .." She looks up to the sky for a moment.
[10:00] <Brad> "Surely you have someone that will be more inclined to listen to your endless prattle." He rumbles again, hands flexing on the pommel of his sword. It's hard to tell who to be more sorry for, the girl or Quentin.
[10:02] <@SisipWork> Everyone was so busy with the aliens and dealing with their own losses. Ash just sort of sits there, a small shake of her head is given as she mumbles " ... no ... "
[10:04] <Brad> "Then surely you have something more productive to do with your time." He replies, not caring about her obvious sadness in the least. "I am told reading a book is an acceptable way to pass one's time."
[10:05] <@SisipWork> This causes Ashy to pull a face, "Books are laaaaame." She sighs and flops down on the bench, "No, I'd rather stay here and talk with you. You're fun."
[10:06] <@Kraken> Izzy telekinetically whaps Ashy for that comment
[10:06] <Brad> (SHE'S IN SPACE.)
[10:07] <@SisipWork> (She's got quite the reach)
[10:09] <Brad> Be strong, Quentin. Maybe they wouldn't get mad if you only took an arm, or a leg. Or just a hand! They couldn't get mad at that. No, no, they probably will. Liberals. He lets out another low, rumbling sigh. "I am not -fun-. I am a weapon of God's wrath and judgment."
[10:10] * @Kraken not as cold as it has been the last few days, maybe he'd be able to go outside without a heated jacket later on. Kevin was feeling better from last night's little chat, sleeping and water had done him well. Same for the thoughts of the Sisip cuddling from before the talk. Brunch was on the squid's mind. A bit too late for breakfast and slightly too early for lunch. So it was off
[10:10] * @Kraken to the foodcourt. And yay! JJ and Ashy could match!
[10:12] <@SisipWork> Ash giggles at that. "No, see, that right there? That's funny! Which makes you fun." Her glow brightens. Who knew that in the entire campus it was the container of Gods Wrath and Juuuudgement that made Ashy feel almost normal. Smiling up at Quentin the girl sighs a bit and nods, "Everything's gonna be ok, you'll see."
[10:21] <Brad> "How... is that... -funny-?" He asks, irritated even further now. He takes his duty very seriously. Punish the wicked, avenge the innocent.
[10:26] <@SisipWork> "It just sounds funny, is all." Ashy remains amused, "You need to relax a little. People will probably let you do more things if you relax a bit." Getting up off the bench she pats it, "Like always standing there. Come sit, you may be surprised." The bench is patted again, like calling a dog.
[10:28] <Brad> "I will remain where I am." He says, hands gripping the pommel of his sword tightly now. "I stand here because it is a vigil. A vigil which, I would remind you -again-, you are disturbing. I will not move unless there is need of me."
[10:31] <@SisipWork> She harumphs. "Well I -NEED- you to sit down!" She tries it that way, completely ignoring the 'you're disturbing me' part of what Quentin was saying.
[10:32] <Brad> "No. You do not." He replies gruffly, fingers uncurling around the sword hilt, and then curling again. Maybe a foot. People don't always need -two- feet.
[10:33] <@SisipWork> "YES, I do! You don't know what I need or don't need! You're not PSYCHIC." She snorts before she hesitates, "Are ghosts psychic?"
[10:35] <Brad> "I. Don't. Know." He says, attempting to psychically will the girl into shutting up, if he is. Though in a manner of speaking Quentin and Ted are psychic, in a broad sense. They can both sense terrible deeds being committed, or when something bad is about to happen.
[10:36] <@SisipWork> Ashy hmmm's softly. "Well we'll have to figure that out!" Putting a finger to each temple her face scrunches up really hard. "What am I thinking?"
[10:37] <Brad> "Is it a new way to annoy me?"
[10:38] <@SisipWork> "No! I'll give you a hint. It's a fruit and it's red!" Her face remains scrunched up as she thinks REALLY hard.
[10:38] * @Kraken he finished up his meal and picked up a few water bottles before heading out of foodcourtia. One of those bottles was grasped in a tentacle as he walked the halls of the Sanctum and would soon enter the courtyard. Tolerably chilly, but it just felt so good to be out and not have to use the heated jacket. Annnd he spotted Quenting and Ashy. He chuckled a bit, walking up to them.
[10:38] * @Kraken "Good morning."
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[10:47] <@SisipWork> Hearing her uncle's voice the girl looks up and smiles, looking quite a bit better than she has in a while, "Uncie Kev!" Moving over to give him a hug the girl looks over to Quentin, "Quentin and I were trying to figure out if he's psychic."
[10:50] <Brad> "No, we were not." He responds, staying where he is, glaring at the girl with nothing short of -unbridled hatred-.
[10:50] <@SisipWork> "Yes we were!" She pipes up!
[10:51] * @Kraken uncie Kev, the squidman smiled at that and scooped Ashy up in a hug, some blues flickering across his form for his niece. "Doesn't look like he is."
[10:51] <vile> Once Nicholas has finished off his meal, he crumples up the bag and paper then dumps them in a trash can on his way out. So where to go...not back to the simulation chambers: he's a bit tired of training. While sore muscles are something he can't appreciate, the tightness and reduced agility is something he notices. So he takes it easy...and heads back to the courtyard. Crap that ghost
[10:51] <vile> is still there. But at least Kevin is around. Security! And so he braves the scene again, slinking out and back to the group. A vaugely nervous smile is donned and he tries his best to keep the air of smarm around him. It's not terribly effective, not while rattled. "Adorable." he comments at the squidman and glowbug hug.
[10:54] <@SisipWork> The hug was returned tightly, the stretchy girl clinging to her uncle. "Well we WERE." Looking back to Quentin she dawns alook of patient understanding, "It's ok if you guess a few tmes and get it wrong. That's all just part of the process and nothing to be ashamed about."
[10:56] <Brad> The templar growls something incomprehensible, just an utterance of sheer frustration that reverberates around those nearby.
[10:56] <Suzthulhu> HNNNNNNNNNGH.
[10:59] * @Kraken tight clinging, Kev coiled a tentacle around the glowbug. "Could always try again or a different method, or you could test me or Nick." Yes he knew Nick was there, heard the adorable.
[11:02] <vile> Ohcrap. Kevin nearby or not, Nicholas grimaces and takes a step away. He knows he should just give up and skitter away and hide under a bed or something. But no! Not this time. A deep breath is sucked in, he straightens up his posture and decides he's not going to run like a bitch. NOPE. A smile is forced and he nods to Kevin...and then looks frightened. The attempt to look all strong
[11:02] <vile> and shit fails miserably. "No. You really don't need to do that. I'm quite fine. Really. I'm sure he'll figure out whatever it is eventually."
[11:02] <@SisipWork> He hears his growling and blinks, "Are you ungry? Do ghosts eat?" She tilts her head as she watches Quentin again, shifting her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels. "What is your favourite thing to eat? I like everything."
[11:02] <@SisipWork> *She
[11:02] <@SisipWork> *hungry
[11:02] * @SisipWork can type!!
[11:03] <Brad> "I DO NOT EAT." He practically bellows, and those blue flames that surround his body flare up even brighter for a moment.
[11:05] * @Kraken those blue flames, Kevin showed a bit of blue himself, some faintly glowing rings appearing across his skin. "Ashy, I think we should head inside. Let Quentin stand guard."
[11:06] <vile> Quentin's bellowing makes a terrified 'eep' escape Nicholas and he paws at the air in Ashley's direction. "I think it's time to leave the nice, er, ghost alone. Let's go, er, get something to eat. What about a nice slice of cheesecake? Or a pizza. Let's go get pizza." His speech is quick, hurried, desperate. He doesn't want to see two people get ripped in half this week! He nods to Kevin,
[11:06] <vile> "Yes. That. Please."
[11:06] <@SisipWork> "But he's LOOONLLLEEEYYY!" She whines, "And needs a friend!"
[11:09] <Brad> That's it. He's had all he can stand, and he CAN'T STANDS NO MORE. Abruptly, his fingers lock around the hilt of his sword, and he wrenches it from the ground. Fortunately for the three of them, however, he stalks away from them, off to the side, towards an unoccupied bench in the courtyard. "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRGGGH!" He roars out-
[11:09] <Brad> -raising the sword high into the air, and then bringing it down on the bench, splintering the unfortunate piece of carpentry to bits.
[11:10] <@SisipWork> She was seconds away from cheer for the fact that he was going to go sit on a bench! Yaaay baby ste.... NOTBABYSTEPSATALL!!!! Her merry glow fades as she watches him with an open mouth. "OOOOooooh Pablo's gonna killll yoooou." Or at least he would if Quentin weren't already dead.
[11:11] <vile> And Nick goes down like a girl on prom night. A terrified shriek fills the air and he just collapses in a dead faint. The wiry zombie lands with a thud in a heap.
[11:14] <Brad> He turns, FUMING. Though he doesn't technically breathe, he still makes the sounds of heavy, labored, angry breaths. His massive sword is held in one hand, the blade resting at an angle on the grass. "It. Was. An. APPLE." He bellows through the courtyard.
[11:14] * @Kraken yea, those blue rings vanished in favor of something more camoflaugey. Nick passed out. Who knew he even could anymore? And Ashy... her glow faded but she didn't seem at all frightened. Ashy was scooped up in his tentacles, protectively. He eyed Quentin, knew enough about him that he would not harm the innocent... There was a fleeting glance to Nick. Then following the next roar
[11:14] * @Kraken he turned to Ashy....
[11:15] <@SisipWork> A squeal of joy errputs from the glowbug as she wiggles her arms from between her uncles tentacles to clap wildly! "You ARE psychic!!"
[11:16] <Brad> "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." He takes a deep, unnecessary breath. "AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY."
[11:18] <vile> Nick stays out cold, crumpled in a heap. At least the continued bellowing won't stress him out anymore! He'll wake up eventually.
[11:20] <@Kraken> "Yes. He's psychic. Let's leave him alone to think over his new found ability." Ashy was still held protectively and Kevin would mosey on away to carry her to safety. Then return for Nick unless he woke on his own, or Quentin ate him.
[11:20] <@SisipWork> Hugging up to her uncle the girl giggles, grinning from ear to ear, "I like him. He's personable!" One hand whips up in the air as she waves at Quentin, calling out to him as she's carried away, "I'll be back after lunch! Promise!"
[11:21] <Brad> He turns away again, and begins to stamp one massive, booted foot up and down on one of the larger chunks of the shattered bench. "BLARGHARGHARGHARGHARGH!" he says, the picture of serenity.
[07:19] <Brad> -Templar and his aura of death and cold and hatred.
[07:23] <@SisipWork> Not entirely unloved. Quentin does have ONE fan in particular. A certain, barely lit girl wearing a self warming winter coat with both pockets containing a little robot friend (Poddy in one and Bit in the other) wanders over towards him. She'd heard the rumours that had circulated about what he'd done to the alien and while most people were avoiding the man she wanted to see who it was that had done such a thing. Tilting her head the glowbug watches him from a distance, not saying much of anything.
[07:26] <Brad> He stands motionless, his somewhat transparent frame wreathed in endlessly flickering blue flames. Those massive hands that had torn the creature in two rest on the pommel of his sword, pointed down with the tip buried in the earth. His blue eyes, fiery like the rest of him, gaze unblinkingly through twin eyeslits in his helmet. He cuts an extremely imposing-
[07:26] <Brad> -figure, and it's likely the reason few pause to chat him up. That and he's... not a particularly pleasant conversationalist to begin with.
[07:31] <@SisipWork> Taking a few steps closer the girl is less cautious and more concerned about the temperature. She hated the cold and it was already barely tollerable as it was. "You killed the alien." It wasn't a question, or even an accusation. It was merely a statement. Honey golden eyes slide slowly over Quentin as she takes another step or two towards him. "Did.. he tell you how to get to his ship?"
[07:33] <Brad> His head shifts slightly, the first sign of movement he's made in many hours. Those burning eyes glare down at the girl, like they're trying to cut through her soul. He regards her for a moment, and then speaks in that low, sickening rumble of a voice. "Yes." He says, perhaps in answer to both questions.
[07:35] <@SisipWork> "How?" At his simple answer her glow brightens and she stands a bit straighter. Please say jetpack, PLEASE say jetpack! Thankfully the two bots were in snooze mode, Bit recovering from his powerdrain and learning about the events and Poddy just being poddy. She didn't want either of them getting upset if they heard she was still interested in getting up there.
[07:37] <Brad> "I grasped one of its weak, frail little arms in each hand, and pulled it apart as one would a game hen." He replies, obviously more interested in explaining that bit of information. He has no idea how to get to the ship, only that the creature had given its exact coordinates.
[07:40] <@SisipWork> Her face scrunches up on one side and she gives him a 'duh' look, "Yes, yes I know that. But how do you GET to his ship? I mean, if someone... like me ... were going to go.. how would they go?" That's not to say that Quentin's fatal dance with the alien wasn't impressive, it simply, at this point, wasn't necessary information. "Would a jetpack work?" She takes another step closer.
[07:41] <Brad> He stares at her for a few long moments, those eyes burning endlessly, cold and empty. He towers over the girl, could easily break her in two with one hand, likely. "Why do you expect me to know this?" He responds, a fair enough question. He doesn't look like the most tech-savvy individual at the Sanctum right now.
[08:03] <@SisipWork> She raises an eyebrow, "Because I asked and you said yes. With that sort of answer most people will assume that means you know. Since.. you said yes." Was the fellow tetched?
[08:08] <Brad> "I was only told where the creatures' vessel is." He says gruffly, a hint of irritation in his voice. He looks upward at the sky then, as if to signify that, then looks back down at the girl, eyes blazing. "It is up to your... people... to find a way there. When that is determined, I will expect to be sent with them to enact proper justice."
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[08:16] <@SisipWork> She looks a bit confused, "Then why would you say yes, if you don't know how to get to the spaceship?" She snorts ust a bit, irritated. "Hasn't anyone told you it's not nice to lie?" Now she was back to square one... no jetpack and no idea how to get up there. Looking back to Quentin the girl frowns, maybe he just didn't KNOW what yes and no meant. "Just so in the future you do not make this mistake again? YES means an affirmative or consenting reply. NO is used to give a negative response. I know it can get confusing sometimes, but the answer you should have given was 'no'."
[08:18] <Brad> "You asked me two questions." The ghost replies, seemingly uninterested in her semantics lecture. "I answered one of them." He flexes his fingers on the pommel of his sword, staring down at her impassively. Don't forget, Quentin, you need these people. They already pitched a fit when you killed the alien, they probably wouldn't take kindly to you-
[08:18] <Brad> -slaughtering their adorable pet moppet.
[08:21] <@SisipWork> Thank goodness Ashy wasn't privvy to internal monologing. An eyebrow raises into an exhaggerated 'Spock' look. "Are you only able to answer one question at a time? Like.. are you a genie that grants wishes? Limitations on how many questions can be answered?" NOW the girl was even more interested. Limitations on questions? She takes another step or two towards Quentin. "You're cold." Blinking she pauses, "But that wasn't a question so it doesn't count! Does it? OH but I answered questions before. Those are hypothetical questions though, I've decided, so you don't have to answer them."
[08:23] <Brad> "No." He says, staring down at her.
[08:24] <@SisipWork> Ashy's brain breaks. "... wut ...?" Honey golden eyes blink at Quentin in confusion.
[08:25] <vile> Oh look. It's that smarmy bastard again! Out of the rec section of the giant donut he heads and into the courtyard he goes. There's something different about the pale man: he looks tired. So very tired, like he'd been hard at work or something, doing more than just running his mouth. The second he's out in the chilly morning air, he lights up a cigarette and takes a couple puffs from
[08:25] <vile> the thing. A heavy sigh is released and his shoulders fall. Today the normally well-dressed zombie is in a plain black long sleeved shirt, jeans and nice sneakers. No fancy pants, not even his cane! Soon enough, he spots the couple of people out already and slinks towards them, moving with his usual slow gait.
[08:26] <Brad> "I choose to answer what I see fit." He replies, fingers flexing on the pommel of his blade again. "I am not here to educate you. I am here to destroy the creatures that committed this crime, bring God's wrath upon them, and send them to whatever Hell awaits them."
[08:30] <@SisipWork> A feigned 'impressed' look comes over Ashy's face as she puts on a fake British accent, "OhhOOooh really now, well I should consider myself lucky then to have had my queries replied unto thusly by .. you ." She pauses, not that good at this sort of thing. Giving up she sticks her tongue at him instead! "Well you COULD answer questions if you WANTED. What if I asked how you were going to 'bring God's wrath' upon them? Would you answer THAT?" Looking up she spots Nick and smiles, waving his way!
[08:32] <vile> Ashy's wave is returned and he continues towards them. It doesn't take long for the guy to arrive. He stands next to the glowbug and offers a nice pat to the shoulder to her in greeting. "Hello." he greets in a soft tone and resumes smoking, sure to blow it off to the side away from the others.
[08:32] <Brad> He tightens one hand around the pommel of his sword, and lifts it, slowly, from the ground. It's a massive broadsword, as solid and yet oddly insubstantial as Quentin himself, and wreathed in that same icy, flickering blue fire. The blade is almost as tall as she is. Double-handed hilt included, the sword likely is at least the same height as her. He holds-
[08:33] <Brad> -it out to the side with one arm, letting her see it. "With this." As Nick approaches, his eyes narrow. He can't help it. Walking corpse. Holy crusader. Not exactly a good match.
[08:42] <@SisipWork> Ashy can't help herself as she oooooooohs softly, honey golden eyes widening at the sight of the sword. "I bet that would kill a lot of them." She nods just a bit. "I'd love to be there to watch you... but I probably will have already rescued everyone by the time you get back to.. NIIICK!" She stops herself, smiling innocently as she remembers Nick was drawing closer. She certainly wasn't planning on doing something stupid again, not Ashlynne!
[08:44] <vile> No self-respecting coward would be able to ignore Quentin's display. A look of horror crosses his face and he takes a step away from the ghost, clearly upset by the giant fucking sword. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out this is a bad situation and that it's about time to run screaming. "Er. Just...stopping by to say 'hi'. I should go get something for breakfast." A nervous smile
[08:44] <vile> is flashed at Ashy and he steps away. "I'll see you around." and he goes! Retreat! Ashley's plan to do something bad can continue! For now, now that the zombie is relocating somewhere a bit safer. Whether he'd heard the bit about 'already rescued' isn't clear.
[08:46] <Brad> He brings the sword down again, and drives it back into the exact point in the ground that he'd driven it in before. He rests his hands back on the pommel, and his helmeted head turns to watch Nick start to scamper off. "You need not fear me." Well you should, but that's beside the point. "I am forbidden from taking action without due cause. Even toward-
[08:46] <Brad> -a... creature... such as yourself."
[08:49] <@SisipWork> A creature .. such as herself? That yucky feeling comes over her that she recognizes from numerous trips out. That tone of disapproval. Frowning the girl puts her hands on her hips, "And what's WRONG with a creature like me? Or have you not looked in a MIRROR yet, ghost boy?"
[08:51] <Brad> "I was referring to the corpse." He says, brusquely.
[08:52] <@SisipWork> OH! Well then. She settles down, hmming. Then pauses, "But he's just like you except for a whole lot smellier, warmer and more approachable. I mean.. you are both DEAD."
[08:53] <Brad> "Technically speaking, I am not dead." He replies again, remaining motionless.
[08:53] <vile> Nick glances over his shoulder at Quentin and gives a quick nod. The retreat continues despite this. Maybe he really is hungry! Or he just finds a giant scary-looking ghost night with an equally big sword to be downright terrifying. So f that mess. Soon enough, his cigarette is snubbed out and tucked behind an ear, and he's heading for the mart for some delicious, bloody meat.
[08:55] <@SisipWork> "Well then he's not either!" Aside from the 'not living' part, of course. The girl grumbles a bit, "still the same sort of." Finding a bench nearby the girl settles down on it, looking over at Quentin for a moment or so, "Do you think we'll save everyone?"
[08:56] <Brad> "That is your concern, not mine." He says, fiery blue eyes staring off into the distance over her head. "I have told you my purpose here."
[08:57] <@SisipWork> This wasn't what the girl wanted to hear so she reaches down with a stretch arm, scoops up a bit of snow, balls it up and tosses it towards the TECHNICALLY SPEAKING not dead Templar Knight. "Well.. whatever." She huffs and looks at the ground.
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[09:08] <Brad> AN ASSUALT! He springs into action and cleaves her in tw- okay no, he just stands there, the snowball hits him on the left side of his chest. He tilts his eyes back down at the girl. "Girl, do not expect kindness from me."
[09:11] <Suzthulhu> Someone whould really hang a sign on Quentin: "Please do not feed, taunt, torment, speak to, assault, engage, or otherwise harrass the Templar."
[09:14] <@SisipWork> Ashy sticks her tongue out at him again. "If I wanted kindness from you I would have gone all... " And she pulls off the biggest doe eyes ever seen before, complete with a little wobbly lip. "But I don't." Stretchyface returns to normal. "How many do you think you can kill in one swipe? A lot?"
[09:17] <Brad> "A decent enough number." He replies. It is a big sword, after all, and the creatures seem to be fairly frail. Much like carjackers. His fingers flex again on the pommel. He seems completely unmoved by her 'look how cute I am' display.
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[09:20] <@SisipWork> Ashy tilts her head, watching Quentin, "Do you like being a ghost?"
[09:22] <Brad> "I have been trapped in this form for close to nine hundred years." He says, eyes narrowed again. "When I am not manifest, I am imprisoned in a cell between worlds. I have no capacity for emotion beyond hatred, rage, and an unending thirst for vengeance against those that would harm the innocent." He leans forward just a bit, that cold almost seeming to-
[09:22] <Brad> -reach out towards her. "No. I do not -like- being a ghost."
[09:23] <vile> Into the mart the zombie goes! Now that he's away from the scary fucking ghost, he starts calming down. The usual amused expression settles on his face again and he quietly sighs, relaxing. Over to the tasty, tasty raw meat he heads and mills around in front of the glass, pondering on what he could have for brunch. But, as usual, he gets limited to beef. At least it's not sushi. He watches
[09:23] <vile> as the selected noms are neatly wrapped up in butcher paper. The package is taken to the registers, he pays and wanders out. There's no exact destination in mind...and so he winds up in the rec center, seated in a chair like it's his throne. And he enjoys his meal while watching good ol' Judge Judy.
[09:24] <@SisipWork> Ashy brrr's softly. "Oh. That's too bad. I'd thought it would be sort of interesting but apparently not. Trapped in that form for nine hundred years?" She blinks, not having realized Ted was THAT old. "Well, at least you help people age nicely. Can you fly?"
[09:25] <Brad> "No." He stands straight again, breaking eye contact with the girl. "You talk too much. You all talk too much. You seek to confuse me, to distract me from my duty."
[09:27] <@SisipWork> "Yeah, I'm told that a lot." The girl changes position on the bench so that her knees are hooked around the back of it and she's staring at Quentin upsidedown. "Can you walk through walls?"
[09:28] <Brad> "No." He responds again. This is a test, a test from God. Clearly, this is to test his resolve.
[09:30] <@SisipWork> "Can you slime people?" Her legs kick idly as she makes a frame with her gloved hands and watches the ghost man through it.
[09:31] <Brad> "I do not even know what that means." Nine hundred years of imprisonment. That wasn't enough for you, Lord? Now this?
[09:32] <@SisipWork> "Oh. Well then I guess that's a no." She makes quiet popping noises with her mouth, quite a bit like Donkey during the trip to Far Far Away. "Can you talk to other dead people?"
[09:33] <Brad> "If you continue to pester me, we may both discover the answer to that question." Quentin didn't see that movie. If he had, he may have murdered those responsible.
[09:35] <@SisipWork> She doesn't seem to hear the warning, "Do you miss being alive? I think I'd miss being alive if I were a ghost." She sighs softly.
[09:35] <Brad> "I do not..." He pauses for a moment. "..remember."
[09:37] <@SisipWork> She blinks as he gives an answer she wasn't expecting. Dropping her legs down to the bench the girl sits properly once again and tilts her head as she watches him, "I'm sorry, Quentin. Not remembering must feel horrible."
[09:40] <Brad> He says nothing to that, and simply stands there, motionless.
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[09:43] <@SisipWork> "Do you not remember anything about when you were alive?" Ash asks curiously as she chews on her lower lip.
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[09:45] <Brad> "I remember..." His head tilts slightly upward, and his gaze shifts skyward. "...fire. Screaming.. I remember..." He stops abruptly, and his gaze swings back down to the girl, eyes blazing. "I do not wish to speak of this." He says, his tone sharp.
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[09:46] <@SisipWork> She takes a soft breath as she nods, "I'm sorry... I.. sometimes it really helps to talk about things though. Sometimes it helps."
[09:50] <Brad> "It does not help me." He says, glaring over at her. He certainly doesn't look, or sound, like the type that's going to open up his -feelings- in a tender heart to heart.
[09:52] <@SisipWork> Ashy knows not of this, since most of his looks are all the same. "Are you sure? I'm always happy to listen. Gina listened to me last night so now it's my turn to listen to someone. I'm told I'm a very good listener." Says the girl who doesn't seem to shut up.
[09:56] <Brad> He really only has three looks. One says 'I dislike you', another says 'I am going to kill you', and the third says 'I am currently in the process of killing you'. A huge, rumbling sigh reverberates around Ash, emanating from Quentin. "Do you not have someone else you could pester?"
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[09:58] <@SisipWork> That question causes the little girl to freeze, what little glow she had fading from her skin. ".. no .." She looks up to the sky for a moment.
[10:00] <Brad> "Surely you have someone that will be more inclined to listen to your endless prattle." He rumbles again, hands flexing on the pommel of his sword. It's hard to tell who to be more sorry for, the girl or Quentin.
[10:02] <@SisipWork> Everyone was so busy with the aliens and dealing with their own losses. Ash just sort of sits there, a small shake of her head is given as she mumbles " ... no ... "
[10:04] <Brad> "Then surely you have something more productive to do with your time." He replies, not caring about her obvious sadness in the least. "I am told reading a book is an acceptable way to pass one's time."
[10:05] <@SisipWork> This causes Ashy to pull a face, "Books are laaaaame." She sighs and flops down on the bench, "No, I'd rather stay here and talk with you. You're fun."
[10:06] <@Kraken> Izzy telekinetically whaps Ashy for that comment
[10:06] <Brad> (SHE'S IN SPACE.)
[10:07] <@SisipWork> (She's got quite the reach)
[10:09] <Brad> Be strong, Quentin. Maybe they wouldn't get mad if you only took an arm, or a leg. Or just a hand! They couldn't get mad at that. No, no, they probably will. Liberals. He lets out another low, rumbling sigh. "I am not -fun-. I am a weapon of God's wrath and judgment."
[10:10] * @Kraken not as cold as it has been the last few days, maybe he'd be able to go outside without a heated jacket later on. Kevin was feeling better from last night's little chat, sleeping and water had done him well. Same for the thoughts of the Sisip cuddling from before the talk. Brunch was on the squid's mind. A bit too late for breakfast and slightly too early for lunch. So it was off
[10:10] * @Kraken to the foodcourt. And yay! JJ and Ashy could match!
[10:12] <@SisipWork> Ash giggles at that. "No, see, that right there? That's funny! Which makes you fun." Her glow brightens. Who knew that in the entire campus it was the container of Gods Wrath and Juuuudgement that made Ashy feel almost normal. Smiling up at Quentin the girl sighs a bit and nods, "Everything's gonna be ok, you'll see."
[10:21] <Brad> "How... is that... -funny-?" He asks, irritated even further now. He takes his duty very seriously. Punish the wicked, avenge the innocent.
[10:26] <@SisipWork> "It just sounds funny, is all." Ashy remains amused, "You need to relax a little. People will probably let you do more things if you relax a bit." Getting up off the bench she pats it, "Like always standing there. Come sit, you may be surprised." The bench is patted again, like calling a dog.
[10:28] <Brad> "I will remain where I am." He says, hands gripping the pommel of his sword tightly now. "I stand here because it is a vigil. A vigil which, I would remind you -again-, you are disturbing. I will not move unless there is need of me."
[10:31] <@SisipWork> She harumphs. "Well I -NEED- you to sit down!" She tries it that way, completely ignoring the 'you're disturbing me' part of what Quentin was saying.
[10:32] <Brad> "No. You do not." He replies gruffly, fingers uncurling around the sword hilt, and then curling again. Maybe a foot. People don't always need -two- feet.
[10:33] <@SisipWork> "YES, I do! You don't know what I need or don't need! You're not PSYCHIC." She snorts before she hesitates, "Are ghosts psychic?"
[10:35] <Brad> "I. Don't. Know." He says, attempting to psychically will the girl into shutting up, if he is. Though in a manner of speaking Quentin and Ted are psychic, in a broad sense. They can both sense terrible deeds being committed, or when something bad is about to happen.
[10:36] <@SisipWork> Ashy hmmm's softly. "Well we'll have to figure that out!" Putting a finger to each temple her face scrunches up really hard. "What am I thinking?"
[10:37] <Brad> "Is it a new way to annoy me?"
[10:38] <@SisipWork> "No! I'll give you a hint. It's a fruit and it's red!" Her face remains scrunched up as she thinks REALLY hard.
[10:38] * @Kraken he finished up his meal and picked up a few water bottles before heading out of foodcourtia. One of those bottles was grasped in a tentacle as he walked the halls of the Sanctum and would soon enter the courtyard. Tolerably chilly, but it just felt so good to be out and not have to use the heated jacket. Annnd he spotted Quenting and Ashy. He chuckled a bit, walking up to them.
[10:38] * @Kraken "Good morning."
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[10:47] <@SisipWork> Hearing her uncle's voice the girl looks up and smiles, looking quite a bit better than she has in a while, "Uncie Kev!" Moving over to give him a hug the girl looks over to Quentin, "Quentin and I were trying to figure out if he's psychic."
[10:50] <Brad> "No, we were not." He responds, staying where he is, glaring at the girl with nothing short of -unbridled hatred-.
[10:50] <@SisipWork> "Yes we were!" She pipes up!
[10:51] * @Kraken uncie Kev, the squidman smiled at that and scooped Ashy up in a hug, some blues flickering across his form for his niece. "Doesn't look like he is."
[10:51] <vile> Once Nicholas has finished off his meal, he crumples up the bag and paper then dumps them in a trash can on his way out. So where to go...not back to the simulation chambers: he's a bit tired of training. While sore muscles are something he can't appreciate, the tightness and reduced agility is something he notices. So he takes it easy...and heads back to the courtyard. Crap that ghost
[10:51] <vile> is still there. But at least Kevin is around. Security! And so he braves the scene again, slinking out and back to the group. A vaugely nervous smile is donned and he tries his best to keep the air of smarm around him. It's not terribly effective, not while rattled. "Adorable." he comments at the squidman and glowbug hug.
[10:54] <@SisipWork> The hug was returned tightly, the stretchy girl clinging to her uncle. "Well we WERE." Looking back to Quentin she dawns alook of patient understanding, "It's ok if you guess a few tmes and get it wrong. That's all just part of the process and nothing to be ashamed about."
[10:56] <Brad> The templar growls something incomprehensible, just an utterance of sheer frustration that reverberates around those nearby.
[10:56] <Suzthulhu> HNNNNNNNNNGH.
[10:59] * @Kraken tight clinging, Kev coiled a tentacle around the glowbug. "Could always try again or a different method, or you could test me or Nick." Yes he knew Nick was there, heard the adorable.
[11:02] <vile> Ohcrap. Kevin nearby or not, Nicholas grimaces and takes a step away. He knows he should just give up and skitter away and hide under a bed or something. But no! Not this time. A deep breath is sucked in, he straightens up his posture and decides he's not going to run like a bitch. NOPE. A smile is forced and he nods to Kevin...and then looks frightened. The attempt to look all strong
[11:02] <vile> and shit fails miserably. "No. You really don't need to do that. I'm quite fine. Really. I'm sure he'll figure out whatever it is eventually."
[11:02] <@SisipWork> He hears his growling and blinks, "Are you ungry? Do ghosts eat?" She tilts her head as she watches Quentin again, shifting her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels. "What is your favourite thing to eat? I like everything."
[11:02] <@SisipWork> *She
[11:02] <@SisipWork> *hungry
[11:02] * @SisipWork can type!!
[11:03] <Brad> "I DO NOT EAT." He practically bellows, and those blue flames that surround his body flare up even brighter for a moment.
[11:05] * @Kraken those blue flames, Kevin showed a bit of blue himself, some faintly glowing rings appearing across his skin. "Ashy, I think we should head inside. Let Quentin stand guard."
[11:06] <vile> Quentin's bellowing makes a terrified 'eep' escape Nicholas and he paws at the air in Ashley's direction. "I think it's time to leave the nice, er, ghost alone. Let's go, er, get something to eat. What about a nice slice of cheesecake? Or a pizza. Let's go get pizza." His speech is quick, hurried, desperate. He doesn't want to see two people get ripped in half this week! He nods to Kevin,
[11:06] <vile> "Yes. That. Please."
[11:06] <@SisipWork> "But he's LOOONLLLEEEYYY!" She whines, "And needs a friend!"
[11:09] <Brad> That's it. He's had all he can stand, and he CAN'T STANDS NO MORE. Abruptly, his fingers lock around the hilt of his sword, and he wrenches it from the ground. Fortunately for the three of them, however, he stalks away from them, off to the side, towards an unoccupied bench in the courtyard. "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRGGGH!" He roars out-
[11:09] <Brad> -raising the sword high into the air, and then bringing it down on the bench, splintering the unfortunate piece of carpentry to bits.
[11:10] <@SisipWork> She was seconds away from cheer for the fact that he was going to go sit on a bench! Yaaay baby ste.... NOTBABYSTEPSATALL!!!! Her merry glow fades as she watches him with an open mouth. "OOOOooooh Pablo's gonna killll yoooou." Or at least he would if Quentin weren't already dead.
[11:11] <vile> And Nick goes down like a girl on prom night. A terrified shriek fills the air and he just collapses in a dead faint. The wiry zombie lands with a thud in a heap.
[11:14] <Brad> He turns, FUMING. Though he doesn't technically breathe, he still makes the sounds of heavy, labored, angry breaths. His massive sword is held in one hand, the blade resting at an angle on the grass. "It. Was. An. APPLE." He bellows through the courtyard.
[11:14] * @Kraken yea, those blue rings vanished in favor of something more camoflaugey. Nick passed out. Who knew he even could anymore? And Ashy... her glow faded but she didn't seem at all frightened. Ashy was scooped up in his tentacles, protectively. He eyed Quentin, knew enough about him that he would not harm the innocent... There was a fleeting glance to Nick. Then following the next roar
[11:14] * @Kraken he turned to Ashy....
[11:15] <@SisipWork> A squeal of joy errputs from the glowbug as she wiggles her arms from between her uncles tentacles to clap wildly! "You ARE psychic!!"
[11:16] <Brad> "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." He takes a deep, unnecessary breath. "AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY."
[11:18] <vile> Nick stays out cold, crumpled in a heap. At least the continued bellowing won't stress him out anymore! He'll wake up eventually.
[11:20] <@Kraken> "Yes. He's psychic. Let's leave him alone to think over his new found ability." Ashy was still held protectively and Kevin would mosey on away to carry her to safety. Then return for Nick unless he woke on his own, or Quentin ate him.
[11:20] <@SisipWork> Hugging up to her uncle the girl giggles, grinning from ear to ear, "I like him. He's personable!" One hand whips up in the air as she waves at Quentin, calling out to him as she's carried away, "I'll be back after lunch! Promise!"
[11:21] <Brad> He turns away again, and begins to stamp one massive, booted foot up and down on one of the larger chunks of the shattered bench. "BLARGHARGHARGHARGHARGH!" he says, the picture of serenity.