08-20-2022, 10:18:49 AM
You don't have a "job", Mordecai Mahsahnyreiter. Otherwise you would not have responded to the letter, otherwise you would not be a corpse in a suit of armor. You cannot fool me. You are of the most pathetic breed of Irekhin that I have met, the one who thinks themselves smart because they can walk through life... or undeath in your case, with little more than a grimace and a moderately threatening quip.
Your quips threaten no one. They are the quips of a hatchling who never learned how to truly hurt or frighten others, but was simply large enough to get their way, and mistakenly associated their success with their words, rather than their luck to be larger than their comrades. I must confuse you, because you have finally met someone who physically cannot see you as large, because we are the same height.
Your actions, they are the actions of the kind of person who thinks the best arrow for war is the one which pierces the most armor. The one who thinks the battle ends when the stabbing stops. I don't know what you want from me, Mordecai, but you're not going to intimidate me into giving you whatever it is, because on a fundamental level, I'm the one who got us information from the guards that you would have not. Would we know that the king is suspected of assassinating some people in this ruined village without my words? Without my words, who's to say we would not have been under investigation for the senseless murder you intended to commit?
Avanyiss glares at Mordecai, seemingly expecting an answer, when the elf speaks. Then she sighs.
...Not even remotely what I said, yet again. You seem incapable of understanding basic speech or when something's not about you. I said that the paper is for a door or lock of some sort, and I said it might be a disc combination lock. I don't give the slightest fuck about that lockpick. Lockpicks are the tools of a flourisher. It is meaningless or largely tangential, most likely, and quite besides, a lockpick can't pick a combination lock. They are for shapecheckers alone. Anyway, a hammer and chisel or bump key work well enough to get through nigh any lock worth getting through, or failing that, a crowbar, and a bump-key specifically is as quiet, faster, and doesn't break the lock every time. Flourishers do not meet good ends, case in point, me, stuck here, dealing with your inability to comprehend words and strange capacity to take everything in the weirdest possible direction, and Mordecai's pathetic intimidation attempts. At the very least, the other... three, I suppose, seem fine. Perhaps you two are the place where all the terrible was dumped, and everyone else is good! Yes, I shall remain optimistic.
Your quips threaten no one. They are the quips of a hatchling who never learned how to truly hurt or frighten others, but was simply large enough to get their way, and mistakenly associated their success with their words, rather than their luck to be larger than their comrades. I must confuse you, because you have finally met someone who physically cannot see you as large, because we are the same height.
Your actions, they are the actions of the kind of person who thinks the best arrow for war is the one which pierces the most armor. The one who thinks the battle ends when the stabbing stops. I don't know what you want from me, Mordecai, but you're not going to intimidate me into giving you whatever it is, because on a fundamental level, I'm the one who got us information from the guards that you would have not. Would we know that the king is suspected of assassinating some people in this ruined village without my words? Without my words, who's to say we would not have been under investigation for the senseless murder you intended to commit?
Avanyiss glares at Mordecai, seemingly expecting an answer, when the elf speaks. Then she sighs.
...Not even remotely what I said, yet again. You seem incapable of understanding basic speech or when something's not about you. I said that the paper is for a door or lock of some sort, and I said it might be a disc combination lock. I don't give the slightest fuck about that lockpick. Lockpicks are the tools of a flourisher. It is meaningless or largely tangential, most likely, and quite besides, a lockpick can't pick a combination lock. They are for shapecheckers alone. Anyway, a hammer and chisel or bump key work well enough to get through nigh any lock worth getting through, or failing that, a crowbar, and a bump-key specifically is as quiet, faster, and doesn't break the lock every time. Flourishers do not meet good ends, case in point, me, stuck here, dealing with your inability to comprehend words and strange capacity to take everything in the weirdest possible direction, and Mordecai's pathetic intimidation attempts. At the very least, the other... three, I suppose, seem fine. Perhaps you two are the place where all the terrible was dumped, and everyone else is good! Yes, I shall remain optimistic.
I am the They who says it!