Warfare Without Pontification
Log Info
- Title: Warfare Without Pontification
- Emitter: Slixvah
- Place: The TarRaCe
- Summary: Slixvah returns to her bartending duties as she and Reithak give Aelwyn some healing magics, as he was recovering from wounds due to mimics.
- The TarRaCe, Late Morning
"And the current special is Thunderstout Ale. Rish is trying to get rid of it to make room for the seasonals coming in so really upsell it," one of the bartenders elaborates to a well dressed human woman. She's in a white button up shirt with a crimson vest, firey red hair a wreath on her shoulders as a tied up red ribbon keeps her hair out of her eyes.
She smiles. "I appreciate ya covering fo' me, hon," the human thanks, patting them on the back. "I'll take over from here. I owe ya one or three."
They smile, passing off the bar rag like a metaphorical torch as the new bartender on duty takes over. A sigh escapes her. "Ah... good to be back." A pause. "... aaand everything is in a different place."
She gets to rearranging things, clinks and clangs coming from behind the metal bar whilist taking orders.
A low grunt and a rumble sounds out as a familiar patron settles himself down onto one of the stools. "Ribbon should be careful, lest this one gains a sister in flame." The 'patron' calls out with an amused flash of his teeth, his tail moving behind him playfully.
Aelwyn was not wearing his work clothes; but he was wearing his opened up chain shirt and his other leather armor; his fancy glaive was carefully leant against the counter. His chest was wrapped up in bandages.
"Now what would she upsell this one?" The draconian asks, leaning forward on his hand. "This one's heart is ready to take any shot from her visage."
The doors to the bathhouse swing open, and out ducks a large Egalrin, hat tucked under one arm. Reithak bounds over the open floor, leapfrogs over one of the stools and on to one next to Aelwyn, resting one arm on the counter. "Heya Wynnie, but early to be at the bar, isn't it?" The large egalrin chuckles. "Hope you aren't using alcohol as a substitute for proper medical care here."
"Sister in flame?" the bartender raises a brow without looking up. "Tch, you /know/ I wear red on shift back here, goober." She brings up a few glasses, along with a bottle of some clear liquor. "Hmmm. For you... how's about a Khazdul Krusher? Vodka, frozen orange juice cubes and-" She pulls out a bronze device, giving it a click as a flame spouts from it. "Is set on /fire/?" She smiles widely.
But then the bathhouse blasts out. The sudden motion of a large egalrin taking place makes the air whip, and the lighter is snuffed. The bartender blinks. Cranes her head up. "... hi," she clears her throat. "What can I get for ya?"
GAME: Slixvah rolls disguise+10: (20)+9+10: 39
Aelwyn spreads his lips apart from his teeth. "She looks particularly crimson today." Maybe it's just the blood in his eyes. Or the fact that he returned from Felwood - everything looks particularly radiant after that. "Now she is speaking this one's tongu-"
Egalrin. Floomh. Nearly makes the Dragoon tilt over on his stool. Taking a moment for pause, the draconian then tilts his head and looks up towards Reithak. "This one hopes Wings did not take all the towels again." He says playfully. "There are other patrons in need of a dry towel."
"Hey, easy there big guy!" The large egalrin laughs, reaching out with one arm to pull Aelwyn back on to the stool. She glances between Aelwyn, and the bartender, back to Aelwyn. "Well, for now, I gotta see this. Set that drink ablaze! I'll figure out something after that." Reithak hums with a twinkle in her eyes. "Don't worry, I let plenty for everyone, I brought my own this time."
"Now, no ignoring that, though." She huffs after a moment. "What's got you looking like you just got discharged from the defense here? Need something healed up?"
Not-Slix eyes Aelwyn finally, her dropping a few orange cubes into a cup. "... uh. Sugar? You want me ta look ya over?" she says a bit concerned. "I know ya went on a trip ta a rough spot, so..."
She shakes her head and gets to pouring, sky blues eyes flicking between the makari and the large egalrin. "Right right," she hums, clicking the lighter against and wafting it over the top of the drink, setting the top of it a light blue and orange blaze. "Oh, wait." She reaches down, sprinkles some salt-like material in, and the hues shift to a deep orange and red. "Khzad Krusher," she grins, sliding it over to Aelwyn. "You jus' lemme know what you want when you ready, tall and handsome," she winks at Reithak.
Aelwyn raises his hand, showing off the bandages. "Just a mimic bite." He rumbles, touching his side. The draconian leans forward against the counter, looking over up at Reithak. "Hmmh, defense of reason, perhaps. Dancing around looking for something that is not there," He shakes his head. "There is certain beauty in simple warfare without pontifications of beyond, is there not?"
The ruddy sith-makar then slides his eyes over towards the show - and his orange eyes were hungrily drinking in the sight. Just like he was about to do the same for the drink. "This one is grateful, Ribbon." He tilts his glass. "Though this one consider himself quite handsome, indeed." With a flick of his tongue, he takes in a deep sip off the drink.
Reithak watches the drink being prepared, and the inquisitor claps softly when it's finished. "Turning the drink into a performance, It looks real good!" The large egalrin exclaims. "Well, I think I'd like a name if you don't mind miss." She winks back. "Though not that I mind, but if you're calling me handsome, I'm afraid I may leave you disappointed. That being said, there is a handsome makari sitting right next to me here." They add, sticking out their tongue in Aelwyn's direction. "Although, he'd be even better if he was willing to accept help for his injuries, I think."
The bartender rolls her eyes playfully. "Yeah yeah, you're handsome too," she chuckles. There's a wobble of a hand. "Eh. I guess. I'd prefer there ta not be any warfare at all, but I ain't nothing without my pontifications, extrapolations, ruminations and ponderations."
She simply watches as he drinks without blowing the flames away. The bartender just simply laughs and gives a little bow for Reithak. "Thank you, thank you! The name's Trish up here," she coos. "Naw naw, I know what I said."
Aelwyn turns towards Reithak, then gives Slixvah a glance. With some flickering flames still playing at the top of his lip, he moves to grin at the tall egalrin. "Ah, how can this one refuse the healing touch of a tall, sometimes insulted as handsome, being?" He says, tail swaying behind him.
The drink is then summarily finished. "Hmmh, Ribbon should sometimes focus on what is at their hands." He sways his tail behind him.
"I'd be happy if warfare wasn't necessary, but, as long as it does, I guess I'd rather have good people be good at it." The large egalrin sighs, taking her hat and dropping it on her head. "Well, pleasure to meet you, Trish. As long as you know what you said!" She chuckles, shaking her head to Aelwyn. "Not insulted, not in particular. But I'd rather not have someone thinking I'm a lad instead of a lass, and I don't like disappointing people."
The inquisitor takes a necklace out from under their vest of a bright golden phoenix in one hand, while the other hand is held out to Aelwyn's bandages. "Mend these wounds, so Aelwyn can pursue his life at his best." The egalrin offers in prayer, sending mending energy into the makari's injuries. "Feel a bit better?" Reithak asks as she settles back against the bar. <Auran>
GAME: Reithak casts Cure Light Wounds. Caster Level: 3 DC: 13 GAME: Reithak rolls 1d6+3: (4)+3: 7
Not-Slix eyes Aelwyn as they accept Reithak's healing over her own. The bartender will remember that. "I'm the one with a lighter, hon," she quips back at him, shaking the metal fire starter. "I kno' ya and fire dance a lot but you can still get burned."
She shifts to Reithak, smirking. "Yep yep. I know what I say and say what I know. Handsome, gorgeous, lotta different words ta say the same thing. Trus' me, ain't gettin' things mixed up."
Sky blue eyes drift to the amulet, her brows rising sharply. It's clear she caught onto the words with the way she smiles to herself. "Neat trick."
Aelwyn obviously cherishes the attention - and he inhales as he feels the warmth spread across him. The other warmth, not just the healing one. When the hand is removed, he leans back against the counter. "Now that Wings mentioned it..." He turns his eyes over not-Slix. "... this one is still feeling a bit of pain by his side." He flicks his tongue, wriggling the very tips.
"Hmmh, this one enjoys a little heat in their life, Ribbon. She should know that by now." Tail swaying, he turns to look towards Reithak. "Hmmh, this one has been called worse things than a she. Though some insist, anyway." He clicks his teeth.
"Aw, thank you, that's real swell of you to say, Trish." The large egalrin hums, giving the bartender a happy look. "Yeah, it is mostly a trick, I don't have a real great handle on things yet. But I'm sure you'd be able to take care of what I wasn't able to. You'll have to tell me, what does this place have against beautiful egalrin bartenders?" They muse with a small chuckle. "Well, I guess that's fair. You could pass for a pretty lady makari with a bit of touch ups." Reithak laughs.
"Thankies," Trish smiles. "Still, a good and useful trick nonetheless." She shifts over to Aelwyn and gives him a look. "I know you like heat. You just want me on you. You're lucky I'm doing this ta just fix ya up."
She reaches a hand out towards Aelwyn, her getting up and practically laying on the bar to place her palm on his side. "Let's get ya right and proper," she hums. White, ethereal tendrils float from her arm and fingers, phasing through Aelwyn and shifting the damage. Cuts and bites getting turned into bruises and sores.
She pulls away, feet clacking onto the floor as affixes Reithak with a curious smile. "Oh they ain't got nothin' against them. Just said beautiful bartenders like ta change things up a bit." She glances to Aelwyn. "I'm sure he could. Either way, he'd still be spicy."
GAME: Slixvah rolls Healing Hex: aliased to 2d8+witch: (5)+7: 12
The rest of the wounds knot and heal - and indeed, Aelwyn just flashes Trish a wide grin of his own. "Tch," The draconian replies as he slides his hand to give not-Slix a warm pat on the shoulder. "This one still appreciates her concern."
Standing up, he picks up his glaive and looks towards the two of them. "Hmmh, best things in life are a little spicy, are they not? Little tension, little mystery, that dance around trepidation and pleasure." He bows his head. "See her later in the shift," He calls out to Trish, before he begins to head his own way towards the baths.
Reithak watches 'Trish' work, and the inquisitor coughs into one of her arms. "I know I'd appreciate concern like that." She mumbles to herself, before shaking her head. "Good to know, I wouldn't want to support a place that wouldn't let egalrin be themselves to work there." Reithak chuckles. "Could try it some time Aelwyn, I've got a bit of experience sewing and stitching traditional makari garments, could be fun, and a bit spicy, like you said! Something to mull over in the bats, but take care, Aelwyn."
She waves the dragoon away, leaving Only the bartender nearby. "Well, I should probably order something now that he's taken care of. You got any Egalrin spirits on the shelf?"
Trish smiles at Aelwyn, this one without any of the jest of before. "Of course. Always happy ta help." She waves to him as he goes, before softly sighing and shaking her head. "I am always torn between throwing cold water at him and letting him prattle on..."
She perks. "Hmm? Did you say something?" at Reithak's mumbles, thinking it was some order that she missed. But she chuckles. "Oh no sugar, this place is /far/ from lettin' egalrin be themselves."
She looks up to the drinks on the shelves. "... not a lot, ta be real. Best we got is Sky-Breeze." She holds up the bottle, it known to be a minty and clear spirit with a hint of khzad spice distilled in it. As she is getting the bottle, she off handedly mentions, "So why you wondering if egalrin can't work well here? Someone tip you off?" she smirks.
"Aw, I think it's fun to hear what he's talking about. He's got a real interesting way with words, and it'd be a shame to put that to waste." Reithak chuckles. "But maybe a bit of water, sometimes, and some sky-breeze for me. How so, though? Just the usual prejudices? Still working on those, I know." They ask, with one raised brow.
"As for why I was wondering, If there's one thing I know, it's that Aelwyn doesn't like repeating nicknames. And maybe I'm biased, but I can't imagine someone like Slixvah drawing less in tips than you, Trish." The inquisitor elaborates with one wave of her hand.
Trish wobbles a hand as she pours out a sky-breeze for Reithak. "Oh, it is fun. But sometimes the slow burn gets ta be a bit searing. It's why I keep a spray bottle just for him back here."
She slides it over and leans on her elbows against the bar. There's a glimmer in her eyes and her smile turns more lopsided. "Aha, so you did figure it out," she coos warmly. "It less about the tips, and more about practice. Humans got a lotta different tics than us birds. Regardless of form, I'm still me. And me will /always/ get good tips."
"Fair enough, smart move there. I can conjure up water when I need it, so I've got a portable bucket on hand if it's necessary." Reithak laughs as she takes the glass for a long, thoughtful sip. "Even without the dead giveaway, I think I could have figured it out. You've still got a few of your mannerisms." The inquisitor points out. "I think I get it, sounds like fun. What's it like smiling?" She asks curiously. "What's been the hardest thing to get right?"
Not-Slix giggles. "Bucket of water on tap, man that sounds right fun!" She whips out a rag and takes Aelwyn's empty glass, her working on getting it cleaned. "Yeah, friends can figure it pretty easily. I ain't exactly trying ta hide it here. It's just plain fun."
She grins wide. "Some of my magic is jus' illusion, like right now, but some is real changes. And /girl/. Let me tell you. Walkin' is weird. Lips are weird. Balance is all off wit' no wings. Always cold if ya ain't got a jacket. But the /weirdest/ thing ta me is.... one voice box!" she exclaims, smacking a hand on the bar. "Ya get one! Not two! One! D'ya know how hard it is ta talk wit'out two? And I sputtering all over the place trying ta get the lips ta cooperate!"
"Good thing I know you well enough to figure it out!" Reithak chuckles, before she leans on her hands against the bar to listen. The egalrin tilts her head to one side, listening and laughing quietly. "Oh, tell me about it Trish! Egalrin clothes tend to be loose and expose a lot of feathers at places to accent them, I didn't realize how closed up most clothing is, out of necessity." She agrees. "Still can't do shoes well, I've got no idea how you actually get them to support feet."
"One voice box? Really?" Reithak asks incredulously. "Really? You wouldn't know it if you hear them singing. That's real impressive! I bet there's all sorts of things to learn about, but I've kept you long enough." The large egalrin stretches, and finishes off her drink, leaving a few coins on the counter. "I've got places to be, wasn't planning on stopping for a drink. Take care!" She offers before leaving out to the streets.
-End Scene-