Ain't Cutting no Ice [Gin/Alain/Mami/Jack Mitchell]

[Alain the Carnedge]

Alain, being the most social and outgoing person in the cave, was still checking the Dataverse in the shadows as Gin was starting to stumble further in to find Lubbock. Mami's brief display had distracted everybody who was still slightly sober, but the dwarves tossed their weapons back into a pile in the corner and went back to their drinks after seeing that their leader was completely unperturbed by the situation. Alain took a quick look into Mami's powers using his analysis magic since he had forgot to do so previously, and made note of her abilities just in case.

He then closed his phone, put it in a pocket in his cloak, and started to summon a flashlight. Gin had wandered in already, so if a giant was lurking in the depths of the cave, the danger of someone dying seemed far greater since Drunk Gin may or may not have been all that useful in a fight. Though that didn't stop him from taking three minutes to summon a flashlight, naturally. The mercenary still had a contingency plan in case he died, but he'd prefer getting beat to death by trolls rather than tripping over his shoelaces and breaking his head on a rock.

After summoning the flashlight, he noticed Mami was gone and assumed she'd followed the others further in. So he activated his invisibility and proceeded, making sure not to turn on the flashlight yet. It was dark, but could've been worse, and if there was something lurking in the depths, it was better to get the drop on it. Fortunately he heard Lubbock and Mami having a discussion and decided to interrupt them, deactivating the invisibility first. "It would've been nice if someone had told me." He said, turning on the flashlight and intentionally shining the light into Lubbock's eyes for a few seconds because he thought it'd be amusing.

Lowering the flashlight when Lubbock gestured for him to, the mercenary then went silent as he listened to and considered Mami's proposal. Fighting a dragon could be amusing, but he could also die. His train of thought was slightly interrupted by Gin yelling his own approval, but the surprising amount of energy that he had made the mercenary recall that he was immortal...or immortal so long as he interested Omni. But fighting a dragon seemed pretty interesting, so there wasn't much to lose.

"It could be interesting. And with all four of us, it can't go too badly. Sure." He said, hesitating for a mere moment. Mami and Lubbock had a brief chat about finding the dragon, and while Alain was thinking of a petty comment to make about Lubb's choice of clothing, they suggested using Gin as bait for the beast. At which point Gin immediately got up, spoke his mind about Lubbock's suggestion, and there was stunned silence for a good few seconds.

The mercenary was starting to wish that he hadn't followed. Hunting a dragon was fine, even if treading through the blizzard was going to be a gigantic pain. But then Gin woke up and the entire conversation suddenly turned incredibly awkward. Similar to a scene in a movie where the characters are placed in an absurdly embarrassing situation and it hurt to even watch. Only it wasn't a movie, and it hurt even more than it usually would. So Alain did his best to steer it away from the topic of using Gin as bait. The guy hopefully wouldn't even remember what they said soon enough. "Anyway, we should go. Something dangerous could be further in."

Lubbock apparently caught on, and decided to play along. "Yeah, the uh, dwarves might be wondering where we've gone." It took the trio a few more seconds to realize that Gin had fell asleep again. Alain shook his head to nobody in particular and threw Mami the flashlight. "I'll go inform the dwarves that we've agreed to fight the dragon, you should probably..." He glanced at the red-headed drunk. "...help him back up?" He suggested. Mami opened her mouth to say something, but the mercenary really wanted out of the situation ASAP, so he ran back up the way he came before she could finish.

Alain rose from the darkness dramatically and was met with the unflattering sight of the dwarves either sleeping, or bickering over who had the sharpest axe and who could tell the most amazing or dangerous tale. He sighed out of exasperation. This really wasn't an improvement. The mercenary turned to take a step back into the depths of the cave in hopes that the dwarves would run out of liquor by the time he got back, but got interrupted by one of the dwarves. "Oi."

Turning back around, thoroughly annoyed at the drunks and making a mental note to never serve alcohol at any party that he might host, Alain came face to face with Urist. "Can I help you?" He inquired. "Aye. Where be the lass an' the others?" The dwarf said. Alain pointed behind himself, deeper into the cave. "Helping our buddy back up. We've all agreed to fight the dragon, by the way. Lubbock, more specifically the green-haired guy, says that he might be able to find it." The mercenary answered.

He couldn't tell whether or not the Urist was smiling or snarling due to the beard, but the dwarf spoke fine nonetheless, accent notwithstanding. "Kind o' ye to offer. I din't think some o' ye would be fit fo' fightin', but the lass proved capable." The dwarf stretched and picked up his warhammer with strength that seemed unreal for a person of his size. "If yer sure, then I'll gather me men and wait for ye." Urist walked off to gather his men as Lubbock and Mami dragged Gin back up from the depths of the cave. "Please tell me he's sober."