Alshan: I know that more than some... she's the reason I'm still alive... Rachel: And you remember it, freak... *She starts to go done the stairs.* Alshan: She loves me. *He follows.*
Okay, cher, whatever you say. *He walks out of the Tornado and looks around. He grabs the nearest worker.* Excuse me, can tell me where the hotel chauffer's gather? Worker: A'course sir. They be right that way. *The Worker gestures to the exit of the dock. She then notices Jade.* Worker: Ah, you be here for a honeymoon…
Rachel: Yes, the d*ck ***** my brother. Now he's f*cked up in the head. Alshan: Hey! Rachel: Well it's true. You are TRIBBLE... Alshan: Being TRIBBLE doesn't mean I'm f*cked up! Rachel: Yes, yes it does...
*Alshan shivers.* Alshan: That's what made it so frightening... Rachel: Thanks for bringing that up, Big Bad. Now he's going to cry himself to sleep for a week. *She sighs.* Rachel: I won't be able to get any rest...
*The Grand Vizier is lucky indeed... unlike Odin, who was so loyal he died for his master, a dishonoured, horrible mess...* (OOC: Yeah, no. It's gonna take a while to get it back... but that is nice.)
*Alshan walks in and looks around.* Alshan: Not as menacing as I thought it would be... Rachel: Yeah, that Necromancer's place was worse than this... Alshan: My old masters bedroom was more frightening...
(OOC: Well... there goes my recently reaffirmed faith in humanity... I'll go contemplate the meaning of existence in the corner now...) *The Harem is furious now, and is having revenge sex with themselves and have decided never to let the TRIBBLE Vizier touch them... let him take the contractually obligated blame...*
(OOC: Well... that's nice...) *Your phone still has a virus, leaking embarrassing naked photos of yourself that you took for your harem onto the Internet.*
*Ashlan teleports up next to Shadow and looks at the waypoint.* Ashlan: Woah. I'll have to study this on the way back... *His eyes widen and he reaches out toward it slowly. Then Rachel slaps him upside the head.* Rachel: Keep your mind on the goal, idiot. Ashlan: Ow! That hurt! Rachel, muttering: And your the older…
Alshan: I wonder what that is.... Rachel: Some kind of magic. Alshan: I don't sense anything. Rachel: Well you couldn't sense that witch doctors magic. Alshan: That wasn't magic!
Rachel: Can we do that? Alshan: theoretically, but we would have to deactivate it again, and then destroy it, both while being constantly attacked by demons and undead... Rachel: Why did our Barbarian have to die earlier on... Alshan: At least he lasted longer than the Monk...
*Smiles back at her.* Pirate Shark would probably spout some conspiracy theory about me seducing you to get the Feds to topple the Regime or something and Shadow would laugh his TRIBBLE off. *Stretches.* But yeah, I am asking you to go to dinner with me. Then maybe we can crash a prom or something... *Smiles*
Yeah, I try to hard sometimes... Anyway, let's just get to the hotel, and put this day behind us... *Looks at her.* Unless you want to go get dinner or something after we land.