[This was not Vira-Lorr's first time being thrust into a strange place. Admittedly, she hadn't ever dreamed that she was in a place nearly as surreal as this, but she liked to think that she could roll with the punches pretty well. Tiled floors and strange, unnatural walls that jarred the eye only caused her a little bit of irritation while she walked along with an air of irritation and confidence.
It was when she caught sight of the doll house and the drink and cakes that she finally stopped. She heard someone coming up behind her. In the most non-plussed tone of voice that she could manage, the seer half turned toward them and looked at them with her third eye as she spoke.]
They cannot possibly think that I am so brazen as to just drink some random bottle they have left out for me. You would think a poisoner would have at least a little cleverness about them.
[Yeah, well, considering her history with drinking, maybe putting a bottle labeled "Drink Me" out was a little too spot on for her. Vira might have been more insulted at that implication than anything else.]
Wizard's Chess
[They had a similar game in Lucrellia, didn't they? It had been so many years since she had played, though, that she had forgotten the rules by now. Sighing, the onerthes looked over the board with a skeptical air, by now more than willing to assume that there was yet another trap involved. She crossed her arms and looked over at her traveling companion, smirking as she quipped.]
They really expect us to do this. Do you think the entire board will try to kill us the moment we step in those squares?
[Years of fighting had made her assume that, when it was possible that someone was going to start a fight, they probably were. She was tired of it, oh so very tired of it, but you got to the point where it was just commonplace. And besides, a few of those pieces almost reminded her of arc knights and the like, little more than fighting constructs. Either way, she wasn't about to let herself be unnerved by this.]
I am not Myself, You See
[By the time that she had entered what looked like an old tavern among the many rooms of this demented dream house, the onerthes was mentally exhausted from playing the blase and unimpressed mage who had seen it all. The dream was well outside even her experience, and she didn't know her companion that well. At this point, she was still managing to avoid looking too creeped out, but she wanted nothing more than to grab a pint, drink herself into oblivion and forget this entire day had happened.
That made walking into the bar feel more than a little bit like a pointed jab. She could almost hear Ellis or even that interminably stoic Vashtor trying to chide her about being more professional in a time of crisis. She felt personally attacked, though she decided to just snort and laugh it off, twisting around and leaning against the bar.]
It would seem my dream world is accusing me of something, wouldn't it?
Vira-Lorr | Record of Agarest War
[This was not Vira-Lorr's first time being thrust into a strange place. Admittedly, she hadn't ever dreamed that she was in a place nearly as surreal as this, but she liked to think that she could roll with the punches pretty well. Tiled floors and strange, unnatural walls that jarred the eye only caused her a little bit of irritation while she walked along with an air of irritation and confidence.
It was when she caught sight of the doll house and the drink and cakes that she finally stopped. She heard someone coming up behind her. In the most non-plussed tone of voice that she could manage, the seer half turned toward them and looked at them with her third eye as she spoke.]
They cannot possibly think that I am so brazen as to just drink some random bottle they have left out for me. You would think a poisoner would have at least a little cleverness about them.
[Yeah, well, considering her history with drinking, maybe putting a bottle labeled "Drink Me" out was a little too spot on for her. Vira might have been more insulted at that implication than anything else.]
Wizard's Chess
[They had a similar game in Lucrellia, didn't they? It had been so many years since she had played, though, that she had forgotten the rules by now. Sighing, the onerthes looked over the board with a skeptical air, by now more than willing to assume that there was yet another trap involved. She crossed her arms and looked over at her traveling companion, smirking as she quipped.]
They really expect us to do this. Do you think the entire board will try to kill us the moment we step in those squares?
[Years of fighting had made her assume that, when it was possible that someone was going to start a fight, they probably were. She was tired of it, oh so very tired of it, but you got to the point where it was just commonplace. And besides, a few of those pieces almost reminded her of arc knights and the like, little more than fighting constructs. Either way, she wasn't about to let herself be unnerved by this.]
I am not Myself, You See
[By the time that she had entered what looked like an old tavern among the many rooms of this demented dream house, the onerthes was mentally exhausted from playing the blase and unimpressed mage who had seen it all. The dream was well outside even her experience, and she didn't know her companion that well. At this point, she was still managing to avoid looking too creeped out, but she wanted nothing more than to grab a pint, drink herself into oblivion and forget this entire day had happened.
That made walking into the bar feel more than a little bit like a pointed jab. She could almost hear Ellis or even that interminably stoic Vashtor trying to chide her about being more professional in a time of crisis. She felt personally attacked, though she decided to just snort and laugh it off, twisting around and leaning against the bar.]
It would seem my dream world is accusing me of something, wouldn't it?