07-09-2015, 11:32 PM
The dwarves were a lively bunch. If anything, you had to praise their enthusiasm: went from dueling with trolls and a dragon to having a nice little party with the nearby adventurers, laughing about how this wasn't even the worst they'd been through. Gin and Mami seemed to be having a good time with the tiny men at least, but Lubbock had left to go deeper into the cave. The mercenary didn't particularly care about what he was doing, but if they ran into a monster the group would have some problems. So they got about 40 minutes before he went to investigate. Wampas apparently didn't kill quick, and it was just a tad unlikely there'd be a giant in the cave.
Alain himself was, for lack of a better word, lurking in the shadows as the crew enjoyed themselves. They were pretty noisy, but the blizzard outside would be more than enough to make sure no passing trolls heard them. The dwarves told stories of fighting some of the most dangerous beasts one could imagine to pass the time. Some tales may or may not have been entirely true, but they told the stories as if the tales were etched into their minds, so nobody bothered to question their credibility. The mercenary just kept to the side since the cave was now...rather crowded, and so keeping to himself seemed smart for the time being. He could ask questions later.
The leader of the dwarves, or who the mercenary assumed the leader was at least as he had the shiniest helmet, was having a nice chat with Mami before she left. Gin at least seemed to be enjoying the company. The guy also might have been drunk, but Alain couldn't tell seeing as he didn't drink. He also didn't know if Mami had even summoned alcohol, but considering how lively the dwarves were, it wouldn't be surprising if they had hid a bottle of whiskey in their helmets or something. Alain just opened his dataverse device and kept searching for something to do after this little adventure. Best to be prepared since death would likely be less lenient next time, and with how his luck was, a dragon would probably drop right outside as soon as they had left.
Meanwhile, the dwarves were discussing who had the best helmet and taking a few pints. One of them was also debating finally asking a cute girl he saw back at Dwarfholm out, but that is a slightly less interesting story. Back to the other guys, they were now taking bets on who was going to kill that dragon. And who killed the most trolls. Thankfully it hadn't escalated to the point where the cave was filled with alcohol and vomit. It was also slightly unlikely to, seeing as they weren't in Dwarfholm where they could get the booze they needed for such a thing, though killing a few trolls with slight casualties was still worth celebrating to them.
Though, the dwarves were rather nice regardless of their distinct lack of average manners. Aside from a few friendly jabs at attire, they all seemed like that outgoing friend who would go to any party he was invited to, see if you wanna come, and probably come back totally wasted when you'x decline. Urist had kept away from the others for a brief moment to discuss their problems with Mami, then joined in the party with everyone else. Naturally, the group had brought some supplies of their own, about as much as you'd expect for when you were hunting dragons, so after there wasn't much left of what had been summoned, the dwarves had dragged their bags into the cave to keep everyone happy and make sure that Mami wasn't too overworked with requests. They were nice enough for that, at least.
And back to Alain...
The mercenary felt kinda like a bouncer. Just kind of there to make sure the party doesn't get out of hand. He never really was one for parties, actually. At least not parties in a cave when he could summon practically anything he desired at a moment's notice, and especially not with people small enough that if he sat down, they still probably wouldn't be eye level with him. Though he'd sorted his plans for what to do after this adventure at least. Get to the "Void", and you get to Omni. Gates are rumored to be around in nearly every Verse, etcetera. Sounded interesting at least, and giving Omni a high-five or a punch in the face sounded like fun. Wouldn't be easy, but he hadn't counted on it. Though this party wasn't over yet, the mercenary just had to hope it didn't actually get too crazy or the death he planned ahead for might have came a lot quicker than he'd first anticipated.
Alain himself was, for lack of a better word, lurking in the shadows as the crew enjoyed themselves. They were pretty noisy, but the blizzard outside would be more than enough to make sure no passing trolls heard them. The dwarves told stories of fighting some of the most dangerous beasts one could imagine to pass the time. Some tales may or may not have been entirely true, but they told the stories as if the tales were etched into their minds, so nobody bothered to question their credibility. The mercenary just kept to the side since the cave was now...rather crowded, and so keeping to himself seemed smart for the time being. He could ask questions later.
The leader of the dwarves, or who the mercenary assumed the leader was at least as he had the shiniest helmet, was having a nice chat with Mami before she left. Gin at least seemed to be enjoying the company. The guy also might have been drunk, but Alain couldn't tell seeing as he didn't drink. He also didn't know if Mami had even summoned alcohol, but considering how lively the dwarves were, it wouldn't be surprising if they had hid a bottle of whiskey in their helmets or something. Alain just opened his dataverse device and kept searching for something to do after this little adventure. Best to be prepared since death would likely be less lenient next time, and with how his luck was, a dragon would probably drop right outside as soon as they had left.
Meanwhile, the dwarves were discussing who had the best helmet and taking a few pints. One of them was also debating finally asking a cute girl he saw back at Dwarfholm out, but that is a slightly less interesting story. Back to the other guys, they were now taking bets on who was going to kill that dragon. And who killed the most trolls. Thankfully it hadn't escalated to the point where the cave was filled with alcohol and vomit. It was also slightly unlikely to, seeing as they weren't in Dwarfholm where they could get the booze they needed for such a thing, though killing a few trolls with slight casualties was still worth celebrating to them.
Though, the dwarves were rather nice regardless of their distinct lack of average manners. Aside from a few friendly jabs at attire, they all seemed like that outgoing friend who would go to any party he was invited to, see if you wanna come, and probably come back totally wasted when you'x decline. Urist had kept away from the others for a brief moment to discuss their problems with Mami, then joined in the party with everyone else. Naturally, the group had brought some supplies of their own, about as much as you'd expect for when you were hunting dragons, so after there wasn't much left of what had been summoned, the dwarves had dragged their bags into the cave to keep everyone happy and make sure that Mami wasn't too overworked with requests. They were nice enough for that, at least.
And back to Alain...
The mercenary felt kinda like a bouncer. Just kind of there to make sure the party doesn't get out of hand. He never really was one for parties, actually. At least not parties in a cave when he could summon practically anything he desired at a moment's notice, and especially not with people small enough that if he sat down, they still probably wouldn't be eye level with him. Though he'd sorted his plans for what to do after this adventure at least. Get to the "Void", and you get to Omni. Gates are rumored to be around in nearly every Verse, etcetera. Sounded interesting at least, and giving Omni a high-five or a punch in the face sounded like fun. Wouldn't be easy, but he hadn't counted on it. Though this party wasn't over yet, the mercenary just had to hope it didn't actually get too crazy or the death he planned ahead for might have came a lot quicker than he'd first anticipated.
Super Buu Wrote:Omni points at Mickey. "Now you are a porpoise."
Retane Wrote:IM annoyed and I have to go make babies
Doomguy Wrote:@ Guu, Because we're talking about sticky white stuff and chaos gods
Dante Wrote:When all else fails, kick 'em in the dick
Demetri Malius Wrote:I wish I kept fucking Guu