Steven 'Sharpteeth' Durante (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
... I do have to say, however, that the bunny ears photo she posted was adorable.
I probably shouldn't be surprised she posted that one.
I *was* wondering why you were wearing those, yes. Dare I ask where?
That would be them. Claudia picked the ears.
Of course she did.
Huh. I hadn't realized IHOPs in this world gave you pokemon ears to wear.
Huh. I hadn't realized IHOPs in this world gave you pokemon ears to wear.
When we inevitably go back, I am choosing different headwear.
*Good idea*.
Huh. Do they have Miltank ones? Because if they do, I know where I'm taking Steve P next.
Huh. Do they have Miltank ones? Because if they do, I know where I'm taking Steve P next.
[Shinobu suspects he knows where this is going.]
I definitely saw Bewear.
I definitely saw Bewear.
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Ah, I see I wasn't the only one whose deepest secrets were told to unintended parties. My sympathies, my friend. I hope your day wasn't marred.
I honestly have no clue how bad some of them might be. So far I've seen the one they sent Thace for me and the one they sent Kiri and those were mostly just embarrassing, but there are *definitely* things that I wouldn't want people to know.
[Anything Rocket related for one.]
[Anything Rocket related for one.]
I don't know if terrible weapons of war are necessarily restricted to advanced worlds. I know there are some from our world...well, some of the weapons we use, Heroes' Relics from an age long past, can turn people into mindless monsters, if you try to use them without the right Crest. And that's not even getting into things like...man, I don't think we've even figured out how they did it yet, but some enemies of ours drove the people of a town crazy and violent, so that they started killing each other. Or what about the enemies who snuck into our midst, magically disguised as innocent people that had actually died or been killed years ago? [Claude shakes his head with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.] Or the way they managed to force students to turn into monsters somehow, even without any relic weapons.
It seems like people will always find horrific weapons to use against each other, within whatever means they've got available to them.
[He smiles when Steven offers to let him hear Spanish, though; he's happy for a lighter topic.] And sure. I'm curious if it's similar to any other languages I know snippets of, if nothing else...and even if it's not, I'm still interested.
It seems like people will always find horrific weapons to use against each other, within whatever means they've got available to them.
[He smiles when Steven offers to let him hear Spanish, though; he's happy for a lighter topic.] And sure. I'm curious if it's similar to any other languages I know snippets of, if nothing else...and even if it's not, I'm still interested.
[The entirety of Steven's dilemma is utterly lost on Lanque. Between not knowing anything about Jack and Steven, but also he's assuming any tension from his is because he was called by the shitty bar keep who didn't know how to mind his own business! His expression sours at Steven's explanation, as if that were even possible at this point, but his eyes notable squint at the mention of "nephew".
He has no idea what that means, and even less of one about whether he should.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he watches as the barkeep looks between the two of them, but then shakes his head. Simply requesting that they both just go. As indignant as he is drunk, he seems to want to stay firm where he is, but after a moment—he shakes his head with an exasperated sigh.]
I don't see why you care? Like, what do you get out of this? Think I'm gonna owe you, something like that?
[As he says that, his eyes flick downwards towards—well... Look. He's drunk, he was obviously up to something before Steven arrived, and maybe he's used to shady expectations... He's a troll, after all.]
He has no idea what that means, and even less of one about whether he should.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he watches as the barkeep looks between the two of them, but then shakes his head. Simply requesting that they both just go. As indignant as he is drunk, he seems to want to stay firm where he is, but after a moment—he shakes his head with an exasperated sigh.]
I don't see why you care? Like, what do you get out of this? Think I'm gonna owe you, something like that?
[As he says that, his eyes flick downwards towards—well... Look. He's drunk, he was obviously up to something before Steven arrived, and maybe he's used to shady expectations... He's a troll, after all.]
Oh that's true. Just because we have terrible weapons of science doesn't mean that a magic-based society can't come up with terrible weapons of magic. And everything you've described sounds pretty damn awful in itself.
[Clever as hell, though, in terms of waging war and he has to admire the ruthlessness of it, even as it's objectively awful for the people caught up in whatever mess is happening in Claude's world.]
But yes. Right. Spanish. Mind you, I suspect even if you know a language it sounds close to, it's likely to be a different dialect to the one that I speak--I speak Mexican Spanish, not the Castilian Spanish from the old world, but. Well.
[And Steven starts speaking in (Latin American) Spanish for Claude, in much the same fashion Claude had spoken in Almyran: unhurried and a bit careful with his pronunciation.]
[Clever as hell, though, in terms of waging war and he has to admire the ruthlessness of it, even as it's objectively awful for the people caught up in whatever mess is happening in Claude's world.]
But yes. Right. Spanish. Mind you, I suspect even if you know a language it sounds close to, it's likely to be a different dialect to the one that I speak--I speak Mexican Spanish, not the Castilian Spanish from the old world, but. Well.
[And Steven starts speaking in (Latin American) Spanish for Claude, in much the same fashion Claude had spoken in Almyran: unhurried and a bit careful with his pronunciation.]
[Steven rolls his eyes. Ugh. This stupid kid.]
Not that, Lanque--for fuck's sake.
[He sighs and slides his hands back through his hair.]
It's not about what you owe me. It's that I believe in getting on the good side of the people who serve your drinks and guess what? This will make the guy who called me really happy.
[And also Steven (sort of) likes Lanque (some of the time) so he'd very much rather see the kid home safely than in the kind of trouble he'd end up in if he wandered off in this condition, but he can't tell Lanque that. He knows how boys like Lanque think and they automatically suspect anything done out of seeming altruism--and he can't think that the troll version is much different.]
Not that, Lanque--for fuck's sake.
[He sighs and slides his hands back through his hair.]
It's not about what you owe me. It's that I believe in getting on the good side of the people who serve your drinks and guess what? This will make the guy who called me really happy.
[And also Steven (sort of) likes Lanque (some of the time) so he'd very much rather see the kid home safely than in the kind of trouble he'd end up in if he wandered off in this condition, but he can't tell Lanque that. He knows how boys like Lanque think and they automatically suspect anything done out of seeming altruism--and he can't think that the troll version is much different.]
I get the impression that there is very little about this world that Scorpia would *not* like.
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