Trollslum Cafe CVIII: Titles are for Losers

[Dudemaster47]

You blink (not like anyone can tell) and wave your hand dismissively.

No zhit. Either way, juzt get the fact that no one iz fucking trying to kill you embedded into your think pan. Hell, if you are attacked by anyone within the next week, I will willingly give you five million caegarz. I'm that confident in thiz.

[illogicalInsomniac]

||:THanks! Anyway, tHat makes sense, and actually seems like a pretty good idea. But uH, wHat do you mean by playing? OtHer tHan tHe flute and piano, obviously.:||
Any hints he gave about it, if any, probably flew right over her oblivious head.

[Lovenu]

Tristi looks around the cafe to see if there's anyone to talk to.

[Fexxos Vyront]

<...> Right. Becau§e I'm completely comƒortable with taking advice ƒrom §tranger§, who may in ƒact want me dead. <...>
<...> The only evidence I have again§t thi§ i§ you not having done it yet. <...>

[Araiss]

Honk, oh well I play with my lusus from time to time, Honk. Honk, it is an eel though, and I would rather not have my gloves get wet, Honk. Honk, what do you like to do, Honk?

[Dudemaster47]

Why the fuck would I be betting againzt people wanting to kill you if I waz planning to kill you myzelf? I don't even think I knew you too well or at all before today, I don't have any fucking vendettaz againzt you nor do I have any reazon to have any. Uze your damn think pan, nimrod.

[illogicalInsomniac]

||:OH. Sounds pretty fun. Unfortunately, my lusus is kind of a killjoy, so I wouldn't know. EH, anyway, I like making music wHenever I Have time. Specifically, it's mostly electronic or experimental stuff.:||
And by that, she means she records absolutely arbitrary stuff and arranges it, with results of varying success.
||:OtHer tHan tHat, I like Hunting, and I've been considering taking up FLARPing. And tHen, I guess, I'm supposed to be learning about medicine, but I'm kinda bad at it.:||

[Fexxos Vyront]

Fexxos sits up a little straighter.
<...> You not knowing me doe§ not di§count you, perhjap§ being hired to kill me. <...>
<...> Or liking to kill ƒor ƒun. <...>
<...> You making the bet could poetentially be a way oƒ lulling me into a §en§e oƒ §ecurity <...>
<...> Iƒ you DO attack me, you'd expect to win, or you'd §imply be lying. <...>
<...> I've pi§§ed oƒƒ a ƒew higherblood§ in my liƒe, and you look pretty god damn §hiƒty, §o who'§ to §ay you AREN'T here to kill me, other than your§elƒ¿ <...>

[Araiss]

Honk, so you make music as well, just in a different style, interesting, Honk. Honk, I am not sure I have met any hunters before, Honk. Honk, do you enjoy it, Honk?

[Dudemaster47]

Congratulationz. You've figured it out. I am clearly trying to kill you by ztanding here and talking to you and trying to figure out why the fuck you're zo goddamned paranoid. Except not really, becauze that makez no fucking zenze. Keep thiz nonzenze up and I'll whack you with my ztinger again.

[illogicalInsomniac]

She nods. ||:HeH, yep! I'll Have to play some for you sometime. And yeaH, I'd say Hunting's pretty enjoyable. Helps me keep in sHape, and it's good practice. Great for relieving stress, too.:||

((Back in ~20 minutes))

[Fexxos Vyront]

He sighs.
<...> Becau§e that REALLY help§ your ca§e. <...>

[Araiss]

(Okay)



Honk, it sounds like fun, Honk. Honk, I usually paint to relieve my stress, Honk. Honk, it is enjoyable, stressed or not, Honk.

[Dudemaster47]

Look, I don't give a buzzing fuck about whether you think I'm planning on killing you. I'm not. Either accept it or keep thinking that I am, but it ultimately doezn't matter becauze I am not going to fucking kill you. It'z not like I could pozzibly convince you that I'm not zince you've convinced yourzelf of it.

[Emochick]

She leaves.

[Fexxos Vyront]

<...> Why are you §till here iƒ you're §ick oƒ me¿ Really, a§k your§elƒ that. <...>
Fexxos, don't snark at him.

[Dudemaster47]

I don't fucking know. Maybe you're juzt the mozt interezting blur here!

[Fexxos Vyront]

The underlying fear that Peztis wants to kill him is gone, mostly. It has been replaced by anger and frustration.
<...> You know, ƒor a§ much a§ I've been pi§§ing you oƒƒ, you're either ma§ochi§tic, you hate me, or you §till have §ome belieƒ that I'm worth your time. <...>
<...> It'§ never ju§t about the "mo§t intere§ting blur". <...>
Fexxos doesn't even notice Peztis mentioning his inability to clearly see the goings on.

[Dudemaster47]

You're forgetting one other important option. I'm doing thiz becauze I have abzolutely nothing better to be doing right now. You are the most interezting blur...zon. perzon. Therefore you're the mozt worthwhile wazte of my time.

[illogicalInsomniac]

||:Same kind of tHing, HuH? Sounds pretty nice, not tHat I'd actually know. Never really tried painting. AltHougH, now tHat I tHink of it, getting materials wouldn't be very Hard. Maybe I'll Have a go?:||
Of course, she assumes that'll end well. Whether it actually will remains to be seen.

[Fexxos Vyront]

Fexxos sighs, sliiiiiiides down the window of the booth, and lays on the seat. Wooooo comfy.
<...> Blur§on. Cute. <...>
<...> You can't §ee me very clearly. Ah well. You §hould have that looked at. I'm a doctor, you know. <...>
<...> And anyway§, it'§ a little §oon to §ay I'm the mo§t intere§ting when all I've done i§ pi§§ed you oƒƒ, and you haven't even met any oƒ the other "blur§" in thi§ room. <...>
^ Point. He has it.

[Araiss]

Honk, well if you do try it hopefully it will go well for you, Honk. Honk, just like with music you can create anything with painting, it's why I like it, Honk. Honk, maybe you'll like it, Honk.

Claste chuckles somewhat and then goes to take a swig of his drink.

[Dudemaster47]

My eyezight iz corrected to the extent it can be corrected. And fine, if you want me to leave you alone then juzt zay it. Ztop being zo pazzive agrezzive.

[Fexxos Vyront]

<...> I wouldn't really call thi§ "pa§§ive." <...>
<...> I don't care iƒ you leave. You irritate me in a manner comparable to how I irritate you. <...>
Meaning manageable, but annoying.

[FubbalyWubbaly]

Urggg, what? Did Chever spend all that time passed out on the floor, that's not very healthy. He picks himself up and goes to find a table to slouch at, looking utterly dreadful