Event Post (Trendafilka's chaos, final)

[azuremagma]

Cyril lies in a crater in the middle of the street, his motorcycle parked on the sidewalk.

He looks pretty rough, but he'll probably spout off 'ya should see the other guy' if you bother him. And lo, a good distance ahead of him, there is another crater, which smolders. There's another motorcycle parked near that one, the wheels look melted. Which hole are you looking into?

Comments

[whitrthanwhite]

::Yeah while you're talking she's ripped off a lamp post and is swinging it directly at your skull.::

[azuremagma]

"Ah, fer fuck's sake lady."

He very clumsily ducks under it, one hand on his ribs and raises his other hand, palm twisting into fire...

And he stops as he hops backwards towards his bike, hand resuming his human shape.

"Yeah, 'bout the reasonable level I was keeping a few hours 'go, so now I see why the ogre was so pissed. Can say I 'spected better than this from ya though. Not that yer still listenin', or really listened ta me since ya think I slighted yer 'usband."

[whitrthanwhite]

Then take back what you said. You don't know how much he's had to fight. Compromise. Negotiate to even give us some sense of basic security around here, you smug self-righteous hack.

[azuremagma]

"Uh-huh. Ya weren't listenin' ta me at all, were ya?"

[whitrthanwhite]

Why should I bother listening to you when the first thing you do is insult my husband.

::Readies a mail box.::

[azuremagma]

"First? I... Look, drop yer shit and drop yer grudge, I ain't gonna fight ya. I'm gonna jus' get up an' go, aight? I got a date tomorra' an' an ogre ta 'ash out some shit with.

Good luck gettin' shit done with the incompetents."

He waves a hand like he can't believe this and goes for his bike, which starts before he gets to it.