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18.May.13, 07:45 PM
"Well no shit," A'liran bristled. "That's where the word supposed comes from." He was in a foul mood, but this still wasn't so out of character. He was upset enough without Astoreth's horror ringing in his ears and gut, but he hardly needed a reminder now that a good fifty percent of his supposed comrades were total assholes. He frowned sharply and threw back his drink, finishing off a good bit of it in one long gulp before sticking his tongue out in distaste. What bad wine. It must have been a bad press or something. Gross. He drank the rest of it anyway.
"The offer still stands, you know. Point me to the asshole and I'll deck him for you," he said. That was the only solution or help he could really offer Isscer in that situation. Ali couldn't take him home or undo what had been done, but he could sure as hell punch the nose that did it. Ali hated the searchriders, spurred by both disagreements in opinion and his hatred of one in particular (I'shan), but he could easily overlook how many of them had been forced to search and attack them for what they symbolized. Stupid assholes!
"Ast doesn't have it in her to search," A'iran went on, his mood settling a bit. "She doesn't have the eye for it. Most of them are blues," he said. "....And rumor has it that most of the searchriders were forced. Threatened and whatnot, though I figure the harping on about the extinction of dragons would be enough to scare some of them into thinking it necessary. I don't get why we didn't go the fuck home and do it the right way."
He sneered. "Oh yeah..Tsuen is a crazy cunt, that's why!"
He pushed the glass away in a huff, then slumped in his seat once more. Astoreth was so upset, he was getting a terrible headache. His head throbbed and his stomach churned. He wound up leaning forward, burying his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, baby girl.." he groaned.
"The offer still stands, you know. Point me to the asshole and I'll deck him for you," he said. That was the only solution or help he could really offer Isscer in that situation. Ali couldn't take him home or undo what had been done, but he could sure as hell punch the nose that did it. Ali hated the searchriders, spurred by both disagreements in opinion and his hatred of one in particular (I'shan), but he could easily overlook how many of them had been forced to search and attack them for what they symbolized. Stupid assholes!
"Ast doesn't have it in her to search," A'iran went on, his mood settling a bit. "She doesn't have the eye for it. Most of them are blues," he said. "....And rumor has it that most of the searchriders were forced. Threatened and whatnot, though I figure the harping on about the extinction of dragons would be enough to scare some of them into thinking it necessary. I don't get why we didn't go the fuck home and do it the right way."
He sneered. "Oh yeah..Tsuen is a crazy cunt, that's why!"
He pushed the glass away in a huff, then slumped in his seat once more. Astoreth was so upset, he was getting a terrible headache. His head throbbed and his stomach churned. He wound up leaning forward, burying his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, baby girl.." he groaned.
