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Yellow Fire Bubbles
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After some thought Dio brings batteries, some food for the trip (pineapple is the best fruit there is no denying this), a spyglass, 100 gilt (half his cash at the moment), and a hand crossbow. He does not see why he needs to bring along a picture of Dahlia if he's going to see her whenever he sleeps anyway.
Random shepherds him out the door, still half awake, and he runs into two mages waiting outside. One's a slim guy in a neatly pressed suit with an empty crossbow slung across his back, the other's a moderately heavyset girl in a cast-iron helmet and robes denoting an Arcanist Stalwart. They're a select group of warrior arcane magi who specialize in tearing things up at close range.
"Morning," says the crossbow guy brightly. "You'd be Dio, then? I'm Wendat." He shakes Dio's hand. "Wendat Huron. Pleasure to meet you. Random's your roomate?" Dio nods blearily. "My condolences."
"Oh look a giant came by with his toolbox and one fell out and now there is a big giant tool in front of me," says Random. "Wendat, you evil-ass Ark Fraternity refuse shitcan."
"Random, you pig-disgusting waste of biomass," ways Wendat, grabbing his shoulder. "How are you. I haven't seen you in months."
"Good," says Random. "Shorty here is my total bitch as far as cleaning the dorm is concerned. Wendat's my old roomate, Dio. He's a snobbish, anal retentive douchebag Arker."
"Glad to see you haven't lost that scintillating wit that makes us all love you, Random," says Wendat. "This is, ah, Eulinda, by the way."
He gestures to the Stalwart, who nods, and says "Hi," nervously.
"Shall we get going, then?" says Wendat. "I believe Professor Diraiphe is waiting for us in the Portal Chambers.
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