Post by Reckony Pike on Aug 10, 2011 0:00:30 GMT -5
"Now, now, now - don't give up, little man! I am going to make you owe your life to me." With a happy clap of his hands, Reckony bounced off his seat and sauntered behind the bar, reaching deep down in to the dark recesses of the lower cupboards to pull out a box of odds and sods. The cardboard box served a dual purpose as a "find all" trough and a lost and found; the barkeep found all of his latest pairs of sunglasses here and often referred to his secret stash as payday. He carefully began to toss out its contents.
A paperclip...a newt...one Converse sneaker...a blue bottle with unknown contents...a stick of blackroot...
"Eating that will put hair on your chest," Reck winked. "AHA! My wand." Reckony proudly produced a crooked Gaboon Ebony sheath that required a good cleaning and a decent polish. "The lint builds character. Let's do this." Pushing the other contents to the side, Reckony returned to the patron-side of the counter, pulling Conan off his seat by the collar of his shirt and placing him in the centre of the pub. Reck pushed tables and chairs to make more room for his experiment and then stood facing the gypsy man with a look of pure seriousness.
"Don't move and don't attempt to speak," Reckong levelled his wand at Conan's throat. "It will only throw me off. On three. One...Two...You know what, I think I need to make a bit of a confession here. You know, I usually find you quite annoying but tonight, in your silence, I actually think you're quite enjoyable. I mean, I could stand to do without the gestures but that will come in time." Reckony tried to smile but found himself almost gagging. "Alright. Guuuuuuh, Let's do this. On three. One...two...wait, wait wait. One more thing. You know, I've been really earnest about helping you tonight and honestly, I hope this works. I really do. But I think you owe me after all this is said and done. And I'm not meaning money or anything of that nature because that's not what I'm looking for. But you and I...when you have a voice...we're going to talk about Maebh. Look, I know you know her and I know you have your sights on her, but listen here, I'm intending to ask her out and I think you need to step away. Voice for a vision, is what I'm getting at, Star Cloak. So if you want your voice back, you'll step away from her."
Reckony paced tightly on the spot, his breathing growing heavy as he thought upon the lovely gypsy who sold herbs a half block down. It was a fair compromise, Pike thought. Without a voice, without his greatest weapon, Conan could die. "Alright. Let's do this. On three. One...Two...Three..."Reckony's wand flew up "...SONORUS! QUIETUS!"
There was a heck of a lot of blue sputtering light which finally settled in smoke and ash. Reckony eyed Conan carefully, blinking madly at the man to say something...anything...
A paperclip...a newt...one Converse sneaker...a blue bottle with unknown contents...a stick of blackroot...
"Eating that will put hair on your chest," Reck winked. "AHA! My wand." Reckony proudly produced a crooked Gaboon Ebony sheath that required a good cleaning and a decent polish. "The lint builds character. Let's do this." Pushing the other contents to the side, Reckony returned to the patron-side of the counter, pulling Conan off his seat by the collar of his shirt and placing him in the centre of the pub. Reck pushed tables and chairs to make more room for his experiment and then stood facing the gypsy man with a look of pure seriousness.
"Don't move and don't attempt to speak," Reckong levelled his wand at Conan's throat. "It will only throw me off. On three. One...Two...You know what, I think I need to make a bit of a confession here. You know, I usually find you quite annoying but tonight, in your silence, I actually think you're quite enjoyable. I mean, I could stand to do without the gestures but that will come in time." Reckony tried to smile but found himself almost gagging. "Alright. Guuuuuuh, Let's do this. On three. One...two...wait, wait wait. One more thing. You know, I've been really earnest about helping you tonight and honestly, I hope this works. I really do. But I think you owe me after all this is said and done. And I'm not meaning money or anything of that nature because that's not what I'm looking for. But you and I...when you have a voice...we're going to talk about Maebh. Look, I know you know her and I know you have your sights on her, but listen here, I'm intending to ask her out and I think you need to step away. Voice for a vision, is what I'm getting at, Star Cloak. So if you want your voice back, you'll step away from her."
Reckony paced tightly on the spot, his breathing growing heavy as he thought upon the lovely gypsy who sold herbs a half block down. It was a fair compromise, Pike thought. Without a voice, without his greatest weapon, Conan could die. "Alright. Let's do this. On three. One...Two...Three..."Reckony's wand flew up "...SONORUS! QUIETUS!"
There was a heck of a lot of blue sputtering light which finally settled in smoke and ash. Reckony eyed Conan carefully, blinking madly at the man to say something...anything...