...who let him even use the network, honestly

[deconsecrate]

[ Travelers, remember when you were recently informed about a terrifyingly organized group of dragons? And how this information was imparted in a manner grave, suitably solemn and noble and stuff?

...this probably won't be anything like that, just as a precaution. ]

Not to interrupt anyone's plans for the evening, but--

[ Hawke does not have any of them fancy image-sharing skills, so you're all just going to have to take his word on this. ]

I probably should let someone know there's herd of dragons on the move here, making a terrible mess of the tournament-grounds between Rivergard & Westgard. Bit bigger than the last ones, although not as many! Thank the Maker for small favors.

Does anyone know what you call a venery of dragons, by the way? I've always wondered*.

*[ no he hasn't ]

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[deconsecrate]

Hawke. And it was a rhetorical question. I'm almost certain you'd have left an impression.

[ Hey, now. ]

[homemademolotov]

Only almost?

[Coy.]

[deconsecrate]

The 'almost' is for whether or not you'd have left it in my skull with a blunt object.

[ Dry. But not unfriendly. ]

[homemademolotov]

That's not really my style, Hawke.

[deconsecrate]

Runs more to knives, does it?

[ What...are you two doing. ]

[homemademolotov]

You know, I think I should probably be flattered by that assumption. But no. I don't fight with weapons.

[deconsecrate]

You say that like all weapons are carried in the hand. But I've got a pretty strong suspicion you know better.

[homemademolotov]

I have a fairly encyclopedic knowledge of weapons by this point. Although in fairness, only weapons from my world. These things are different everywhere.

You know what they say about a tongue like a sharp knife, though.

[deconsecrate]

Maker, I hope they say it's difficult to eat soft foods.

[ So affronted. So facetious. ]

[homemademolotov]

You've never heard of the Buddha?

[Teasing.]

That's not what they say.

anne LOOK, mal made me icons and they're *beautiful*

[deconsecrate]

Can't say I have. Will you be enlightening me?

[ He doesn't know he's punning, but he would be delighted if he did. ]

MAL IS A GLORIOUS BEING

[homemademolotov]

[Lydia snorts and then is annoyed at herself for laughing at his accidental pun. Then at him for making it. Bastard.]

A sage. A wise man. Which is notably different from a wise guy, which is what you are.

Buddhism's founded on his teachings. [As far as explanations go, this is a little like defining a word by using the word, but she's never claimed to be an expert on world religion. Although after her experiences with the nogitsune, maybe she ought to be.]

"The tongue like a sharp knife kills without drawing blood," anyway.

[deconsecrate]

[ That's in the top third of the most positive responses he tends to get! Small, yet meaningful triumph. ]

The trail of bodies in your wake must be knee-high, then.

[ Friendly. Wise guy indeed. ]

[homemademolotov]

Metaphorically. You haven't even been treated to my best yet.

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Should I look forward to this? Or back away slowly.

[homemademolotov]

Can you do both at once, or is that too much for you?

[deconsecrate]

I should be able to manage. I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, too.

[homemademolotov]

Wow. No wonder the Trumps wanted you, with talents like that.

[deconsecrate]

I think it was the beard, actually. It usually is.

[homemademolotov]

I've seen better beards.

[deconsecrate]

Ouch! I thought this knife-tongued business wasn't supposed to draw blood.

[ Cruelty. He has slapped a hand over his heart; more's the pity Lydia can't be there to see it. ]

[homemademolotov]

The rules are flexible.

[Dear God, she's actually enjoying herself.]

[deconsecrate]

The best blades often are, I've found. And you said you didn't fight with weapons.

[ You see how he transposed nouns there. ]

[homemademolotov]

I've learned to be flexible, too.

[deconsecrate]

And sharp.