Missing gryphon [OPEN | Backdated to during the opening log]

[tailforbrains]

HEY! If anybody finds a black gryphon hatchling, uh, please bring him to me? I can't find him!

[She's trying hard not to sound worried, except it's failing a lot, because not only does she sound worried, she sounds panicked.]

... or a black anything, really, cuz last time he was a six-limbed mutant thing, so I guess he could be something else. But I want to make sure he's not drowned or on a pirate ship or anything, okay? So just-- you know-- let me know!

[So what everyone should be looking for, in fact, is a little black monkey. He can swim perfectly well, and he'll probably be making quite a squall. He's just too far from Neeshka for her to hear him.]

Comments

[pseudologist]

What can I say? You're the most interesting person I know. I couldn't make half this shit up.

[deconsecrate]

We're on a mission to recover a tiefling's mutant gryphon, one of our friends is currently wearing half a fish and not much else, and my little bag of magely tricks remains the most interesting you know?

...I suppose by now I'd miss the attention if you turned it elsewhere.

[pseudologist]

Ah, but you use that bag of tricks with such style.

Besides, Aveline scares the piss out of me.

[deconsecrate]

You always did know how to flatter a man.

And Aveline, come to think of it.

[ Come on, they both know she loves being terrifying. ]

[pseudologist]

It's a living.

[See also: fun.]

[deconsecrate]

What, who's been paying you to flatter me? It can't be Bodahn this time.

[ You know what we're not going to put in the same sentence? 'Aveline,' 'topless', 'flattery,' and 'money.' ]

[pseudologist]

Of course not. We both know Bodahn doesn't have quite that much coin.

[deconsecrate]

Given who pays his salary, wouldn't you be impressed by the heights of my very narcissism if he did?