pc: wis'adel

[sacredpath]

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week 0; monday

[sacredpath]

[she's exploring the lighthouse, catching herself at the top when she realizes that the door is locked. but at least she'll find a place to sit up there so she can watch the ocean. if someone comes by, she'll wave down.]

...It's locked up here, but the view is still nice.

[sarkazm]

[oh hell yes. she's making her way right up, which ends up being a blend of running and climbing; once she's up, she perches on the railing, her tail curling briefly around it before it lets go to sway behind her.]

Hey, not bad. I bet you could really get the drop on someone from up here!

[sacredpath]

The drop on someone? [amused.] Who are you planning to get the drop on?

[sarkazm]

No idea yet. I'll decide when the opportunity presents itself.

[sacredpath]

Come. There must be someone else who you feel deserves an ambush.

[tell her.]

[sarkazm]

Like half of us. Minimum.

[there are just... so many potential targets...]

If I reaaaally had to pick... maybe one of the tall guys, just to see how well they play catch.

[sacredpath]

I think Marcoh would catch well, but Basilio strikes me as clumsy.

[sarkazm]

I mean, we saw him with the phone!

[she is just barely not laughing about it.]

Mayyybe Anders would make the list, but only if I were positive it'd piss him off.

[sacredpath]

Do you think there's any doubt it wouldn't? That man operates on a hair trigger. And he keeps lecturing me about how magic works and what elves are.

[sarkazm]

Seriously? He doesn't look much like an elf to me!

[looking down. pondering.]

Hey, what'd be the worst thing to have to get out of somebody's hair. Or off that dumb coat.

[sacredpath]

He isn't one. Whereas I'm a half-elf.

[and yet he keeps elf-splaining to her...]

Blood? Blood is unpleasant. Or maybe mayonnaise.

[sarkazm]

Mayo bomb... yeah, I think that'd do it. Just gonna need to work out the logistics.

[sacredpath]

I almost feel sorry for him. It's cruel beyond measure. May I help?

[sarkazm]

Cruel beyond measure would be rancid mayo.

[thinking about it now.]

Sure, but if you tip him off, I'll know exactly who.

[sacredpath]

Excuse me? You would accuse me of something so nasty? I would never.

[sarkazm]

Consider it a warning, not an accusation. You know what they say about assuming people won't fuck you over.

[sacredpath]

[a small smile.]

Fair enough.

[sarkazm]

Hey, I'm nothing if not fair!

[is this true. hm.]

So. What're you thinking? Any bright ideas?

[sacredpath]

Besides mayonnaise bomb? Must I have all the ideas?

[sarkazm]

You're the one who wanted to help, so what're you bringing to the table?

[taking out her phone...]

Stealth... deception... decent start.

[sacredpath]

I have trained many years in the ways of trickery and deceit, all for the purpose of helping you bully a very wet man.

[sarkazm]

Perfect. I think we're really going to be able to expand this whole operation, take it up to wet men in general.

[her tail doesn't exactly wag, by nature, but it is occasionally flicking.]

[sacredpath]

[hehe cute. she's had a few good friends who were tieflings, so the happy tail flick is a bit nostalgic.]

Wet men in general! It's ambitious, but what could be more of a good deed worthy of redemption?

[sarkazm]

They should be paying us for this! We're doing those guys a favor!

[take that you angelic fucks]

[sacredpath]

[hehe]

We're bettering them.