#beluovore

[unionized-shopkeep]

❛❛ Don’t worry about it, Chil. That’s what friends are there for! ❜❜  He gives the half-foot a well-meaning pat on the back, one grossly miscalculated in its strength, sure to send him stumbling a few steps onto a strangely loose dungeon tile...

This was cascading swiftly into the worst one-year- reunion party he'd ever made it to ; and out of the times he'd organized something in the guild, it'd gone smoothly enough. There certainly weren't concerns before about losing your life from the excitement, though after a beer there would be no surprise if there was a scrap or two. There was already alcohol present here on the second floor, the food to come within the hour. He'd said his hellos to the early crowd, thanked the preparers, and until this impact with Laios, everything had been like a thin layer of froth on a sweet poured wine.

Falling face-first into a pit may just ruin his entire evening, however. Four other holes in the floor drop open behind him.

Stretched across the width, the half-foot clutches the edge like a trembling suspension bridge, his boots keeping statue-still on the other end.

"LAIOS- ! I'LL KILL YOU-!"

[lovlorne]

❛❛ Some of its tentacles are still showing, ❜❜  he mutters to himself, stroking his chin as he ponders a strategy for dealing with the monster. Seems like there’ll be doppelganger-takoyaki for dinner tonight. Shame.   ❛❛ It must be still very young. Or just not very skilled. A true novice. Oh well. ❜❜

———— 🖤┊   SHE HEARS NO MUTTERS,   just squelching ink beneath buckskin boots. had the first few vanishings not sufficed as warning? hardly was there time to stash newly secured fancies when others came to further endow the coffers. pink ink plops steadily from coated ceilings, rippling through rivers of viscid, odorless liquid. with nary another creature to be found in these "waters", her attention could fall only upon one lone tall - man.

slowly, steadily, only her head coils to face the foreigner, skin of neck wound like taut springs. a lack of cracked bones insinuate a lack thereof, her lower half frozen and unfazed.    ❝ i'm feeling... giving. you can still leave; simply turn around and exit whence entered. ❞   and perhaps she would not lunge, her path made accessible by the very pooling of ink at their feet.

[unionized-shopkeep]

It’s difficult focusing on the half-foot’s angry lecture when sudden movement tears his attention away. Hands that were defensively held up to his face now point at Chilchuck’s rear instead.  ❛❛ O-Okay, okay! I get it, I do! But hold on—something has crawled inside your pants! ❜❜  Without a sliver of hesitation, he seizes the tail of whatever creature has made its way there and gives it a mighty tug—!

"Gh-!" Now, there had been nigh countless times where he'd avoided attacks by being fast enough. But Laios was trusted. There was a history between them of trust that marked a growing social era between Tall-men and Half-foots.

But what an ambassador this Touden had been for his race, right up to this moment. Now, Chilchuck had just been too slow to whirl out of his grip while discussing the finer details of Halfling cultures; there was supposed to be planning happening for a meeting in Kakha Brud. It'd gotten derailed on physical attributes, and if half-gnomes were invited if it was just meant to be exclusive to related parties.

The positive swing on the situation is that the two of them had been left to discuss details, and no one had to witness the indignity of this. " That's a PARTOFME-! "

Laois' strength was something else. But it wasn't a lauded quality currently. In the man's hand is fairly recognizable as adjacent to a tail. Coming up quickly to seize his wrist and remove the imminent pain to his spinal column is Chilchuck's gloved hand.

" Down. Onto my feet-!" This was a great position if he wanted to try jamming his foot against that awful nerve. This guy really didn't seem to learn his lesson any other way than direct pain infliction.