Rook
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Post by Rook on Nov 9, 2010 23:15:50 GMT -5
"I agree with Mindwipe. Anything worth doing is worth doing with a bit of panache," the crow says, nodding at the hypno-jet. "Picture yourself stabbing a rival in the back. Now picture yourself doing it with a witty one-liner. This is the same sort of thing."
Rook finally finishes off his fuel, raising a hand to call for a server. When one arrives he asks "Could I have the grilled vegetable platter in a to-go box? Yes, thank you."
OOC: Looking like a wrap?
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Nov 16, 2010 14:32:04 GMT -5
"But I am talking to an egghead!" Slugslinger replies brightly without missing a beat. He doesn't so much as look in Rook's direction nor give him the slightest response; in fact, he's practically forgotten the little half-organic ponce is even there. Counterpunch is being quiet, which is nothing exceptional. Slugslinger did most of the talking back home… at least until his Mirage showed up.
Then his drink arrives and he's momentarily distracted by downing the whole thing in a few gulps. He mops up the trickle that escapes the right corner of his mouth – he can't quite help it – with the back of his hand and sets down his glass.
"Thanks for the drinks," he says, standing as someone arrives with Rook's takeaway box – someone who gets the dubious fortune of being the focus of Slugslinger's attention for a few moments. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder at Counterpunch. "Me and him are on the little guy's bill. Nice place you got here, by the by. I can almost ignore the smell. So," and he looks over his shoulder to Counterpunch, "you sticking around to chat or coming with?" Not that Slugslinger actually has anywhere he needs to be. He just wants to be somewhere that isn't here before someone walks over with the actual bill. He doesn't wait for the angry car to answer before he pushes his own chair back in. "See you later," he tells the other two. He somehow manages a casual pace during the whole spectacle.
OOC: Looks sort of like we're headed that way, yeah.
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Counterpunch
Minor
The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
What're you looking at?
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Post by Counterpunch on Nov 16, 2010 15:35:00 GMT -5
Counterpunch snorts, but doesn't say anything else. He's certainly not sticking around to chat, although he spares one last glance at the hypnotist and diplomat before turning to follow Slugslinger out, having no problem with leaving them with the bill.
OOC: I've got no problem with a wrap.
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Mindwipe
Cadet
Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice...
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Post by Mindwipe on Nov 16, 2010 23:31:28 GMT -5
For a moment, Mindwipe just stares at Counterpunch and Slugslinger as they leave.
Then he looks over at Rook and makes a displeased expression. "And you wonder why I tend to prefer to talk to the dead..."
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OOC: Wrap is good!
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