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Edarial makes a list of necessities for a wife. He has Zevros check it over, who promptly rips it up and throws it at him. He is of the opinion that if Edarial doesn't actually want to marry a specific person, he shouldn't, and Zevros will have nothing to do with any of it. Edarial sighs, rewrites it, and keeps it and a copy of it away from his twin in the future.
He makes the announcement to various interested people that he will be looking for a bride. Just saying it makes him feel sick. Edarial manages to keep it together long enough to give a list of the qualities he's looking for before he flees. He says he's busy, no one will look twice at him being curt and disappearing to get work done. So no one comes after him when he hides in his room and locks the door.
Face buried in his pillow, he realizes that there's no way he can be personable to his - whatever they are. Potential brides, suitors - whatever, he doesn't care. He'll hire someone to vet them, so he doesn't have to torture himself dealing with women trying to persuade him to marry them.
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The guard's got armor for the kicking, but attempts at clawing do just fine. "Augh! Fuck, you and your fucking demon spawn, lady!"
He grabs at her hair, trying to slam her head into the ground and stop her from charging.
He grabs at her hair, trying to slam her head into the ground and stop her from charging.
come_midnight
And he can do that! She's knocked dizzy, ears ringing, eyeglow sputtering out. She's still conscious, but now her skull's killing her. She lets out a little whimper.
Cricket's speaking Marlese, now, he knows a little of it, interspersing his own language where it fails him: "Fucking [scratch] your fucking [eyes] out and fucking eat them I will I will -"
Cricket's speaking Marlese, now, he knows a little of it, interspersing his own language where it fails him: "Fucking [scratch] your fucking [eyes] out and fucking eat them I will I will -"
"Oh shut up, demon cat!" yells the guard to Cricket. Then he focuses back on Iobel. "Now! What'd you do to Joal?! Is he dead?"
come_midnight
"Uuuungh -"
The ability to charge actually requires less wherewithal than the ability to speak.
The ability to charge actually requires less wherewithal than the ability to speak.
He is not a spellbinder, so he doesn't know that. He shakes her, a little. "Oi! Answer the question!"
Cricket is beyond Marlese at this point. "[I will bite your throat out I will strew your intestines around the whole city you let my Iobel up you let me out you do it right now and maybe she'll heal you after I've had at you fucking poisoner kidnapper bastards!]"
"I asked you a -" begins the guard again, but he's interrupted.
"Nonlethal," growls the female guard.
"She ain't dead!"
"Stop it, all the same."
He sighs, then stops shaking Iobel, releasing her hair.
"Nonlethal," growls the female guard.
"She ain't dead!"
"Stop it, all the same."
He sighs, then stops shaking Iobel, releasing her hair.
come_midnight
Iobel's head gradually stops spinning -
There is a man on top of her and Cricket's shouting -
She starts charging again.
There is a man on top of her and Cricket's shouting -
She starts charging again.
"Son of a-" growls the man. He shakes Iobel again. "Stop that, we fucking won!"
The guard stops shaking her. "None of that, got it?"
"[DEATH WILL BE A MERCY TO ANYONE WHO LAID A HAND ON MY BINDER!]" caterwauls Cricket. "[HER PERSON IS SACROSANCT! YOU ARE ALL DEAD ASSHOLES WALKING!]"
The female guard says in a soothing voice to Iobel, ignoring the cat, "It's all right. Everything will be fine, okay? We would just like you to stop hurting people."
"You'll get him back, he's hurt us more than we've hurt him. He's fine," soothes the woman. "He will continue to be fine, we're not monsters."
"Fucking demon spawn is a fucking menace to the world..." mutters the male guard. His companion shushes him.
"You will get both. If you cooperated this would be easier, but you haven't, so it isn't," says the woman.
There's the sound of footsteps, down the hallway. Their companions are coming.
"You will get both. If you cooperated this would be easier, but you haven't, so it isn't," says the woman.
There's the sound of footsteps, down the hallway. Their companions are coming.
Slam. Head, floor, you have got to stop meeting like this.