a very special holiday game.

[poleaxed]

FORM: Crystal.
SENDER: Jone of Denerim.
RECIPIENT: All y'all.
NOTES: a history of violence.

[Jone's voice comes out a bit nasal, as if one of her nostrils are blocked. The reason quickly becomes clear:] Oi! You lot! I've a contest. Which of you's the best healer? Fix this old nose of mine... and my face along with it, would you?

It's not especially bollocksed, but which of you can do it fastest, eh? I'm at the mess.

While I'm here, this lad I know, Benedictus? Little Vint. Everybody should attack him-- non-lethally-- when he's least expecting it. Which is all the time, innit? Ben, lad, it's the next step in your training.

Comments

[altusimperius]

What?

WHAT? NO!

[poleaxed]

Well, not now. You're expecting it.

[justashotaway]

[ ...squint. ]

What does he look like?

[poleaxed]

Skinny lad, normal height, typical Vint breeding. Dark hair, dark eyes, handsome if you like... that sort'a thing.

[tender]

[ hm ]

I can heal it. Did he break your nose?

[altusimperius]

[Frantically,]

I didn't do anything!

[poleaxed]

[A bark of braying laughter, followed by-] Shite, blood everywhere, now...

No, no, the lad's not up to that level yet. He'll get there with time, give 'im some.

[keenly]

...You're teaching h-himmmmm [his voice dips a bit awkwardly as he tries not to rudely put an emphasis on the word 'him.'] to fight?

[poleaxed]

Obviously.

[katabasis]

I had no idea we'd recruited such an enthusiastic educator.

[poleaxed]

Yeah, and on this rubbish pay.

[muckspout]

[Clears throat]

I believe it is Benedict.

[poleaxed]

Who?

[okayimin]

If you lot going to punch each other, at least do it out in the open where it's easy to get to you.

[poleaxed]

I said I was in the bloody mess hall! Fuck me, I'm bleeding again.

[noonrodeon]

What's the point of getting him used to stealth attacks if it ain't lethal.

[poleaxed]

He ain't there yet. I find you came at him with real force, I'll skin you.

[bouchonne]

[ Sounding rather bored and also vaguely miffed: ]

Do not attack Benedict when he's least expecting it. Lethally or otherwise.

[poleaxed]

...Bit late for that.

private, and a bit later

[altusimperius]

Thank you.

sorry cami

[wythersake]

That one? I thought that he was —

[ can you hear someone gagging and making a head choppy motion over voice ]

[poleaxed]

Are there a lot of Vint mages here?

[altusimperius]

[thereneverwas]

Making friends already, Jone. You're an inspiration.

[poleaxed]

Ta, mate, nice to have someone get the program.