june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[diamondhack]

It doesn't bloody well matter, now does it, because you're quite dead in my time! [A beat.] And I'd take some of that sap for myself and kill the man. But we'll never know, now will we?

[People are watching them argue, and quite frankly, Isha has reached a point in her life where she doesn't care because they honestly just sound drunk. No one would ever take them seriously.

Though it's a little disconcerting how immediately she went to killing him... She'll ponder that later.]

There's more than one way to stop a person and making an entire city collapse onto itself is excessive.

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate rolls his eyes and ignores the onlookers (or maybe doesn't notice them at all. Sure, Ish, you're such a badass.]

It's not like I planned that part. Apparently it was a load-bearing world tree.

[diamondhack]

[She scrubs her face. Poor Q, he's just been watching the two of them with as much worry an AI dog could possibly possess.]

Oh, fantastic, did you piss off a Norse god as well, or was it incidentally another world tree? There's so many of them out there, I forget which ones are safe to destroy.

[sketchycharacter]

Don't be dumb, those are myths.

[Because Shambhala and El Dorado totally weren't!]

It was a really big tree, not Yggdrasil or something.

[diamondhack]

"Don't be dumb," he says.

[Muttering as she drinks again.]

And how did your evil warlord find this "really big tree" again? Was he just as insufferably stubborn as you are, right now?

[sketchycharacter]

Pretty much, yeah. Plus he had millions of dollars to sink into research and a private army at his disposal, so.

[He shrugs.]

Doesn't matter. He's dead now. These guys that looked like giant purple pro wrestlers ripped him apart. Or so it looked like on my way out—I didn't stick around for the show.

[diamondhack]

Are you entirely certain you weren't drugged?

[And here Isha thought she'd seen some shit... She's clearly wrong. Murder now seems to be low on the list of things she thought she'd never experience but did.]

[sketchycharacter]

Not that time, no. I'm sure.

[Don't even ask him for details on the sheer balls-tripping experience that was his visit to Iram. Don't Drink The Water.]

[diamondhack]

But just that time.

[Dead eyes.]

[sketchycharacter]

I don't get drugged very often. Or even occasionally.

[He takes a long drink.]

But the time it did happen was pretty memorable.

[diamondhack]

Is that a story waiting to be told or is that a story I'll just have to wait to hear about? You can't start a story like that and simply leave it.

[sketchycharacter]

Let's save it for next time. I can't tell you everything and get rid of my air of mystery right away, can I?

[diamondhack]

Assuming you were mysterious in the first place.

[sketchycharacter]

There's plenty of stuff you don't know about me. "Mysterious" comes close enough.

[diamondhack]

I've only just met you, of course there's plenty I don't know about you. You don't have the brooding part just yet to qualify yourself as mysterious. Tall, dark, and handsome, sure, mysterious?

[She shrugs, finishing off her drink.]

I'm almost sure I'm the more mysterious one of the two.

[sketchycharacter]

[She probably is, but Nate won't even try to miss any opportunity to be a smartass, so—]

Aww, you think I'm handsome. Sorry, Isha, I'm flattered, but like I said—I'm spoken for.

[diamondhack]

Suddenly you being married makes you off-limits for compliments. I'll remember that.

[sketchycharacter]

Please, it's not like I'm going to suffer horribly without you saying nice things about me.

[diamondhack]

Perhaps you will! We're in outer space, drinking in an intergalactic bar, and I'm talking to a man who would be dust in a coffin in my time. Anything is possible now.

[sketchycharacter]

Well, if it comes to that, I'll make sure to come begging to you and you can sustain my life with a few half-assed kind words.

[diamondhack]

Cheers to that, in letting the morally ambiguous woman at the bar sustain your life force.

[She'll just raise her glass, which has been quietly refilled by the bartender at this point.]

[sketchycharacter]

Cheers to that.

[He'll match her toast. Here's to the start of a beautiful friendship or some shit.]