Nix puts on his trademarked smile and sheathes his sword, turning his hands palms up, the universal sign for 'I'm not carrying a big, nasty weapon.'
"General? I'm Nix Box of Tiger, Box, Voice and Associates, Rescuers Incorporated, TBVARnA Rinc for short. We heard that some dangerous people were looking for you, so we took the liberty of stepping in on your behalf. Are you injured?"
Sokratei bumped Nix in the side in an unprofessional manner.
"Hey, am I the Voice? I want to be the Voice! I'm good at talking!"...
((OOC: Also, that was not a monologue it was three parts of separate discussions which are taking place in the temporal order of Arthfael-->Tama-->Nix, but all at once. This takes MLG PRO RPG Skills! Try to keep up rookie!
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As you walk into the building after your extensive monologue, he half-shouts, "It's, uh, Arthfael..."
"Hey, I'm not deaf, you don't have to shout. Nice to meet you anyway, I'm Sokratei, fella. And, don't you forget it. I know it's a complicated moniker, but I don't like nicknames. You call me Soki or Tea or Rat and I'll fisticuff you in the snout!
...unless, it's a really good nickname, better than those I mean, since I've never had a good one of my own. Tama just calls me the 'Horned Girl' half the time. Really imaginative." She said, with much practiced disparaging tones (designed to be heard by the subject in question) and sarcastic eye rolling technique.
In the back room of the house, a bearded man in strange, white, leathery armor is breathing somewhat heavily. As he walks in, he looks at you and his eyes widen. He speaks to you in a refined, yet gruff, voice:
"S-stay back! I-I'm no pushover, I'll have you know!"
"Old man, we're obviously not going to be fighting. If we wanted to kill you...well, blah blah, you know, we would have done so heretofore. And-if you could or would have killed us, you would have done so-rather than blustering and prevaricating like a doddering Vicar. Unless you really wanted to talk instead, then kill us afterwards...which would be pretty smart...anyway-like Mr. Beatbox said, we're here to render unto assistance to you. So, sort of...so hold still for a moment and I'll see how dangerous you really are. It's just a little fishing spell, to see if you have any tasty...er, any sort of magic on you. Then, we can trust each other!" Sokratei said.
She said, raising her hand in a sort of...lazy waving motion. It was the sort of spell that sent out arcane 'vibrations'-much like a whale or dolphin used sonar, though such terms are unknown to us in this place-it revealed nothing directly, but indirectly you could tell where there was magic, in the spaces left in-between, and echoes that came back you.
"Like, um...De~tect~ir M-m-axia!" She said, stumbling a bit on the pronunciation.
It wasn't her fault the last magic user she had robbed had been Imperial Galacian-and possessed of something of a stutter, to go with his quiet incantations, and excellent shoulders and strong chin. She was sure he would have made a good marble bust-in fact, he had threatened to do the same to her, if he ever found her again. Hah, if! The irony of the situation given the past between her and the Tiger had provided no end to the amusement of the situation. From a certain point of view.
...Sokratei in truth, had an unfortunate trait of stealing some of her targets mannerisms, habits, expressions-even the occasional stray memory, or linguistic tic-when she stole their magic. Tama had no doubt noted her words had been a bit...educated, lately. Courtesy of her victims gifted vocabulary, of course. The victim in turn, tended to become slightly...airheaded, to put it kindly. Sokratei had always considered it a fair trade.
Action: Btw, is the old man armed in any way? Cast detect magic on the old bag to see if he has any tricks up his sleeves!
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