[ Oh? Is that the scent of hope in the air as Clorinde gestures to the elderly man in front of them and Wriothesley perks up like a dog at the sound of a crinkling treat bag. Could it be.....the imminent future of a teatime that's actually on time instead of five hours delayed?
Sadly, his dreams are crushed the instant the old man straightens and pulls out....a machine gun prosthetic arm and starts shouting about disrespect to the elderly and the incompetence of the law. Well, alright then. This isn't the kind of incident he was hoping for but it'll have to do.
Just kidding, he'd rather not anyone here lose life or limb because of an impatient old man. ]
time for a genre shift
Sadly, his dreams are crushed the instant the old man straightens and pulls out....a machine gun prosthetic arm and starts shouting about disrespect to the elderly and the incompetence of the law. Well, alright then. This isn't the kind of incident he was hoping for but it'll have to do.
Just kidding, he'd rather not anyone here lose life or limb because of an impatient old man. ]
How have your skills been of late?
[ Still keeping up with those duels, Clorinde? ]