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    That Crater was Always There; Nakara
    Topic Started: Sep 25 2014, 02:22 PM (193 Views)
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    Underwear? Check.

    Comically large codpiece? Check.

    Said codpiece actually a concealed pistol so he could shoot people with his crotch? Oh yes. The trigger was tough to reach without looking like he was aiming for a trigger in his underwear, but thats the price you paid. He was wearing underwear too, that was odd. It was oddly constricting. No wriggle room. But, on the plus side he did not need to clench his buttocks nearly so much in order to hold emergency explosives in place.

    Oh, in addition to the thong he was also wearing a leopard print cape and a medallion with his own face on it. The cape was lined with bombs and some tickle me Gozriks. A further tickle me Gozrik sat on his shoulder, like a parrot.

    He took a long drag on his cigar and then threw it at a monkey he had in a cage. A well dressed monkey that had been shaved in clever ways and put in a suit. But still clearly a monkey. Its briefcase had sadly been smeared with faeces. Attorneys, eh?

    From his pope hat Gozrik drew another cigar and lit it, offering it to his attorney briefly before smoking it himself. Always very clean, his attorney. Ever since he stole him from a zoo yesterday he had not seen the monkey cut loose at all. Something about a badly bruised tailor and a hairdresser being attacked by a tidal wave of chimps came to mind, but he could not work out what it had to do with his legal counsel. He had taken the monkey to the bar, because that was important, and after another bottle of rum everything got hazy.

    Gozrik had been chain smoking on this one spot for half an hour. Whilst staring at a brewery. It made beer, a poor substitute, but he did not know what rum was made of, so it would have to do.

    He turned to his attorney. "Hey, lawyer" he told it "Make some paperwork so its mine, will yah?" he asked.

    His legal representative responded by throwing its favoured projective at a passing stranger.

    "Interesting" Gozrik stroked his chin and walked to the edge of his ship, leaning on the railing. "But I don't own that much hot sauce" he mused for a moment "I also don't think hot sauce is flammable."

    He paused.

    "Unless..." he grinned "IT IS TIME! ALL OF YOU!" he pointed at a crowd "YOU ARE NOW MY PEONS! DO MY BIDDING PEONS! I AM YOUR KING! MY ATTORNEY SAID SO!"
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    Nakara Besschentyil
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    @$^#$^%!!!!!

    ((Idk XD))

    Underwear? Naw, nobody used that anymore...

    Bottle? Lost...

    Shirt? Lost...

    Exotic whatsit? Done, three days ago to be precise, and it has left Nakara in nothing but a strange pair of leather pants and the tape she bound her breasts with. Now she was wandering around the populated centres still drugged up and seeing goddam unicorns and shit.

    Those Angkarian jungle elves... when it came to ceremonies, they didn't fuck around.

    One of the things those Elf Tears did to her was to increase her sense of smell, and with it she smelled fruit and cigar smoke, which for some reason was familiar and at the same time invigorating. She smiled vaguely and lazily meandered around the square, only just aware that someone with a real loud voice was standing somewhere nearby with a huge dong and a monkey flinging poo. Oh Angkar, gods shed their grace on thee!

    "Hey sweetheart," Came a voice just behind her, and where she normally might have sworn and tore his jollies off Nakara just turned and laughed.

    "You smell like lemon verbena sachet."

    "Eh?!"

    "S'what my mom used to smell like." Then for no reason whatsoever and still laughing, she picked the dirty gentleman up by the collar and bodily threw him into a wall.

    The effort left her stumbling and she collapsed face-up upon the stand King Dong was standing on. The smell of fruit and cigars was stronger now, and she looked up and somehow recognized the face. It was pretty distinctive.

    "Ayyyyyy O Captain my Captain!!" A druggy grin and salute. "Command me to do stuff!!"

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    Ah ha! He asked for peons and one showed up! A peon he liked to! And she was basically naked apart from some carefully placed tape, which frankly looked more naked than not wearing it would of in some ways. Which was great, just great. It sounded sarcastic, but he did not mean it as such.

    "Welcome back of beloved crewmate!" he grinned and collapsed onto the floor next to her, rolling onto his side so he could look her in the eye. "I have a daring plan to cause mischief. Would you rather be the big spoon of the little spoon whilst we discuss it?" he licked on the cheek just to show he was serious. Wow, she tasted potent. He wanted more. The obvious solution seemed to be to lick whatever it was from her pores, and so he did.

    He was pretty sure his attorney would have advised him against it, but his attorney was a chimp in a suit. Even if he had led a monkey rebellion that ranked him lower than awesome pirate and hunter of love, whores and a dish made with seventeen types of rice.

    Between licks he began to inform superstrong lady of skill, talent and an outview on chemical intoxication he frankly found matched his own of his genius plan. "There is a brewery over there" he began, pausing for a moment to consider his path, before settling on her neck as the face was all done "the chimp is my attorney" he continued "I am going to steal the brewery, drink all the beer in it and then blow it up" another pause. This was pretty good. "So everyone has to drink rum. Thus more rum will be made. Thus I can steal more rum" he pulled himself back up to eye level "That's just economics."

    Remaining on the floor he placed one arm on Nakara's shoulder, and then rolled them both she was atop him. "Would you do me the great honour of making up this flawless plan as I go along and then going on the bender to end all benders, where we drunkenly get married, fight about it and then impersonate priests as to get unmarried before realising we were hallucinating the whole thing and in actual face we were glorious, golden gods all along" he paused, and thought to himself for a moment, before squinting.

    "Can I keep licking you now?"
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    Nakara Besschentyil
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    @$^#$^%!!!!!

    This was the first time in her life she had laid down beside a crazy dwarf pirate -- no, wait, second. There was that time on his ship, wherein she had somehow cut off her hair and worn his clothes without even registering it, and then some tiny faerie gal had painted his weiner to look like a whale. It had been a pretty good piece of art, actually. There had been cannons too. Cannons were great. Since that day Nakara had held a quiet fascination for all things explosive, but today was a great day to let all that out.

    But first, he had to stop licking her. If she tried talking now he'd likely get his tongue in her mouth, besides which he was already talking and it would be rude to interrupt the captain.

    When he finally moved down to her neck her now-over-sensitized skin felt distinctly wet and was drying in a very uncomfortable way. "Naw, naw, if you keep lickin' me I won't have any skin left. Maybe later?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

    His plan sounded great though. Crazy, but great. His last plan had been great too and also crazy, maybe more, but somehow he had made it work. That was the thing she liked about Gozrik: no matter how nutty he was he somehow defied the laws of physics and logic and got shit done that he wanted to get done. She only had one... Maybe two questions. She asked them in eager excitement. "Will there be cannons? Kablooey?? You know rum is fuckin' fantastic but it's even better with like, rockets and fireworks 'n shit.

    "HEY!!" Suddenly she got an idea and grabbed his face with both hands, noses a mere inch apart, grinning like a loon. Her monologue was boozey and probably smelly. "What if we found some profits or a something and used them to build another building so we can blow it up?! We could make a houseboat! Then we could blow it up WITH cannons AND watch it sink!!"
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    Skin is handy. Was he really going to accidentally lick all her skin off? See, when it was put like that it sounded like a challenge. And Krauswich's only sometimes back down from challenges!

    Although there was probably more booze in the building, and he was sure his attorney had told him something about... Okay, most of his attonreys suggestions involved throwing poop at things or sexually violating inanimate objects whilst maintaining weird amounts of eye contact.

    Right. Plan. He let go and, literally, jumped backwards, spinning on the spot to look at the brewery in question. Speaking of questions, he probably should answer Nakara's. "There is a cannon" he smiled, unless you count this one too" he thrust his hips forwards and pointed to his crotch, before pausing "the paperwork is still pending" he glowered at the monkey. Sometimes you just cannot get an international treaty drawn up which legally classifies your junk as a weapon of mass destruction. What a sad state of affairs.

    Suddenly he was face to face with her. This was super odd. Usually Gozrik was face to chest with people, which was the best thing about being a dwarf ever, and he felt a little offput.

    She mentioned a plan. Gozrik calmly stepped away, slowly, before rummaging in his cloak until he found a sock. He calmly placed it on the ground, before sitting a Tickle-me-Gozrik on it. He pulled the string on the back, and ran like hell.

    "My lady" the toy announced in a formal voice, "I must inform you that you have blown my socks clean off with a marvellous scheme. Bravo"

    And then it exploded.

    "Lets do that!" Gozrik agreed, and took a vial from his cloak, pouring a brown powder onto his hand, which he immediately snorted. He had heard coffee was... Something. Better have six to be sure. "First we push" sniff "my attorney down the hill, then" sniff "we run down afterwards shouting, go in the front door" sniff "And kill things until it is ours". He finally took a bottle of milk from his cloak and downed it, running over to his caged legal representative "Oh, and if you could pick he up and shake me as well, that would be great. I think these thinks" he motioned to the discarded bottles and vials "were meant to be mixed together and..." he paused. Everything was slightly trippy all of a sudden.

    "Shake, monkey, shoot, rum" he nodded "Shall we dance?"
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    Nakara Besschentyil
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    @$^#$^%!!!!!

    She released him from her grip and stood back, hands laced behind the small of her back. It really was a pretty ingenious plan even though it was a very Gozrik-y plan. Maybe she'd been wanting to carry such a plan out since she was a kid, but just couldn't find any excuse to do it. Or explosives, she couldn't find those either, and her sorcery wasn't yet powerful enough to blow up entire houseboats. If using sorcery didn't bring her that much closer to being like her mother, she likely would've used it for damn near everything -- especially superficial stuff like summoning her mead tankard to her hand even though it was only about a foot and a half away. Such a beautiful waste of talent.

    At first she thought maybe Gozrik wasn't going to go for this plan, which seemed odd given his proclivity for pyrotechnics. He put what looked like a doll down on the ground and stepped back. She regarded it dubiously.

    Then it exploded.

    Nakara yelped and jumped: the blast had thrown some debris harmlessly at the hard leather of her boots and a couple more pieces hit her lower legs, but it was more the element of surprise that had made her jump. Immediately after jumping her face lit up and she pointed at the mess. "That was so goddamned cool! I want one of me flipping people off and calling them names!"

    Her pointing finger was lowered, and he started snorting coffee. She tipped her head in a kind of disturbed inquisitiveness. She hadn't ever thought of sniffing coffee. She imagined it would be so much worse than drinking coffee, which always left her with a bad case of the jitters and some embarrassing stomach problems.

    Man, he's serious.

    "Okay, I can do all that." In three great lengthy strides Nakara closed the distance between them, picked Gozrik up bodily by his shoulders, and shook him a few times before putting him back down. Then she crossed her arms behind her back once more and grinned wickedly.

    "Is it the kind of dance where we leave behind a trail of destruction? Because I can get behind that."
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    "HAHAHAHAHA!"

    Gozrik laughed.

    Mostly because being lifted up tickled. Maybe it was the coffee mixing with like, four bottles of rum. And a beer. And tequilla. And a bar of soap. He was still really hungry, actually, did brewery's serve food? He hoped so.

    "One dance of destruction coming right up" he smiled and ran around to the back of his attorneys cage and began pushing into the hill began to take it. He stood for a moment and watched it. He smiled ad pointed, glancing, looking at Nakara.

    "It's funny because my attorney is a monkey" he told her, "And monkey's do not usually have a career in law" he stood on tiptoes and looked down a hill "Its a joke you see, because- Oh. Dancing time. Do you care to join me?"

    He was not sure why not was dancing time, but the cage had made good progress, and Gozrik began running after it, waving both arms above his head and shouting a terrifying battle cry.

    "CHIPS CHIPS CHIPS CHIPS CHIPS!" he hoped they had chips. He was still hungry.

    The cage grew closer to the door. His attorney shrieked.

    The door pushed open as it was designed to do, letting the cage continue rolling in before coming to a gentle stop in the middle of the room. It was followed a moment later by an oddly dressed dwarf shouting about chips. Except her had taken a running jump to shoulder barge the door, and now landed in a heap.

    This totally sucked. There went his hope of getting chips.

    He raised an arm. And then patted himself on the arse. Okay, that was still there, good. He liked his arse, it was a good arse. He used it to sit on, and smacked it to prove a point. Arms, yes, head, yes. He braced himself. Most important. He checked. And breathed a sigh of belief, the gentleman vegetables were still there.

    "I'm not dead. I'm robbing you, but could I have a minute?" he tried to untangle himself "Oh, whilst I am getting ready could someone go and get me some Salami or something? Grand heists take it out of you. My sexy assistant will have a sandwich too. Sexy Assistant! Make sure they make us sandwiches! And then pat my ass and make sure it is still the sexiest in the land. And then tell me about yourself, what are your hopes, dreams, favourite colour? Lets really rountable it, get everyone involved. That way we get to rob the place, everyone else gets to examine their lives and get a new sense of perspective"

    He paused, and the whispered. In a way that was audible to everyone ever "UNLESS WE KILL THEM"
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