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A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

Today, class, you were meeting in the Danger Shop outside a large cave entrance. Fjord was there leaning against a boulder, arms crossed over his chest.

He was smirking.

"First off," he drawled, "I want to congratulate Yelden on taking initiative and becoming the new face of the party in conversation."

Really, if it had to be the fighter or the rogue, Fjord wanted the one who wasn't just acting in self-interest. Though watching this whole campaign slowly snowball into a nightmare of consequences had been fun in its own way, too.

"For the rest of you, this means you've got two homeless kobolds and a wyrmling all looking for an assist in clearing out the cave of the violent creature that shredded the wyrmling's wing and is keeping him from going back home. Remember, for the more monetarily driven of you, that there's still a handsome reward back in town for keeping the dragon from wandering too close to the outskirts, and," he nodded toward the wyrmling, whose good wing was mantled and whose tail was thrashing behind him as he peered into the cave, "dragons keep treasure troves."

Just throwing that out there for the roguish of you.

"So," he smirked at the party. "In you go."

Fjord enjoyed this entirely too much.

[OOC: Open!]

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"Gnolls are the problem ones, right?" Fenris asked, "The ones who are eating the kobolds?"

"Right," Fjord confirmed with a nod. "Really, they'll eat anyone, so long as they're meat."

Anyone, anything. They didn't seem to be picky.

"How very egalitarian of them," Fenris made a face.

"Yeah," Fjord replied, rolling his eyes and eating another scallop. "They're right fuckin' charming."

Gnolls. Who even liked them?

"Better than if they were racist or speciesist," Fenris pointed out, "I'll take equal opportunity awful over exclusionary awful any day."

A beat.

"Less guilt when I kill them, because generally if they're equal opportunity it means everyone hates them in return."

"All the more reason to put 'em down fast?" Fjord grinned. "Then hell, yeah, I'll have to bring up the gnolls for you."

And hopefully this time it would not be a purple dinosaur sim instead.

Fenris gestured at the controls, "Then by all means, gnoll away."

He'd squint at a purple dinosaur and then probably attack it anyway. Stupid elf.

Eh, the purple dinosaur and his sidekicks had been utterly vicious. It was probably the right move.

"Gnollin' away," Fjord replied, popping another scallop into his mouth and then wadding up the bag and tossing it back toward Fenris. "Won't be a minute re-setting the thing."

Fenris gave the ceiling a long-suffering look as he caught the seafood-scented bag and began folding it back into its little strawberry-shaped stuffsack portion.

Fjord just chuckled as he went for the controls.

A few moments later, from inside the cave, a horrible rowdy barking and snarling could be heard.

So, not Barney today.

"What's the usual method for handling gnolls?" Fenris asked. It would be rude to just draw his sword and charge in there, just because they were simulations didn't mean he could neglect his manners.

"You keep your fuckin' distance," Fjord offered, smiling crookedly. "And if they try to eat you, you get right in there and you kill the shit out of them."

Spoiler: They were gonna try to eat you.

"So we just hang out here and wait for them to show up and try to eat us?" Fenris looked at the cave with a tiny frown.

"OI! MOTHERHUMPERS!" he yelled toward the cave mouth, "COME AND GET US IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD!"

"Well," Fjord mused, as the hyena cackling inside the cave reached a fever pitch, "that's one way to do it."

Incoming, Fenris.

Fenris stood there with a shit-eating smirk on his face and waited for the gnolls to come boiling out of the cave in a rage mob. Wasn't long before that happened and they rushed him, cackling and howling. Claws and weapons at the ready.

Fenris yawned and unsheathed the Mercy Blade. His upper lip hiked in something like a sneer, or maybe a growl, when he waded in and began to fight. The blade spun so fast it was a blur, leaving trails of white glow in its wake. This was his element. This was what he lived for.

Sometimes, it had been all he'd lived for.

Fjord, meanwhile, was making the mental note. More Danger Shop interludes for Fenris.

"Only way it could be better is if it was the real thing, huh?"

"Yeah, but then it'd probably smell worse!" Fenris called cheerfully, ducking under a sword and coming up to punch the pommel of his blade into a hyenalike snout at speed. Phased through the lot to solidify behind them because that was fun.

"I really gotta learn that trick," Fjord mused as he watched.

... Someday, buddy, you'd have multiple teleportation or phasing spells at your disposal.

"It's not a trick I can teach you," Fenris apologized, cheerfully hacking down another gnoll. Skipping back, he brought his sword down on the ground and created a minor shockwave that knocked a few more down. He jumped back on them. Literally, with both feet, stabbing and spinning his sword as he went. "Or I would."

"Yeah, I know," Fjord replied, looking thoughtful. "Hell, you never know. People can do some pretty crazy shit back home..."

And he had no idea what he was capable of, either.

"Only mages, where I'm from," Fenris said almost apologetically, "Possibly some Qunari. Everyone else is pretty normal."

He went into a whirling strike that decapitated a gnoll. Before the head hit the ground, Fenris spun and kicked it like a soccer ball at another, winding it.

"... I'm remembering that move," Fjord noted, because that was a lovely distraction from the implication that people with powers were... not... normal.

Not that he figured Fenris was necessarily including him in that list. Fenris could walk through people. It was probably a broad definition. It still hit him with a strange little pang right in the chest.

Fenris saw the tiny wince and tracked back to what he'd said. "Sorry. The terminology is from the Templars. I shouldn't use it."

He shouldn't forget Fjord was a magic user. He couldn't bring himself to think the word 'mage' and it was easier to.. forget about the magic when it was so rarely used around him. Fenris realized this wasn't fair to Fjord and made a note to try and be better.

"That move, I can teach you," Fenris said afterward. He did it again with the next gnoll just as an example.

And it was fun.

Would 'warlock' be better or worse than 'mage?'

"Thanks," Fjord mumbled, giving Fenris a small, almost grateful smile before wiping that off his face too and just watching the decapitation-and-kick trick again, intently. "You got a good spin on that one."

Not so much, no. He'd just stick with 'Fjord'.

"Goes farther if you can get a spin on it," Fenris said, zooming through another gnoll so he could kick it in the back and send it flying into someone else.

He tilted his head a little, "You just gonna spectate or are you gonna pull your sword out and get in here? You're not my teacher."

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