escordvi | ( open ) nov catchall - the fire is just getting started

Who: Karlach + You
Status: Open
Where: Various.
What: November catch-all.
Warnings: Alcohol & language.

1. (manta) kitty kitty kitty

( a standard part of the seafaring life is the rats. that's always been true in faerun and it's probably true here. karlach was going to say how everyone was being too fearful about it and maybe even overreacting a little, but then someone gave her a cat.

someone. gave. her. a cat.

her.

as simple as anything. karlach had been introduced to footloose by a random crewhand just pointing to her perched on the edge of the crate, telling her that someone needs to look after her. of course that was going to be karlach! of course!

sure, she already feels like she might burn herself up to a crisp from the agony of not being able to pet her, but—

karlach couldn't be happier.

and that's why she can be found kneeling down, flames all but dancing off her skin in excitement, as she feeds torn up rashers to her new precious companion. )

Ohhhh!! Who is so perfect? You're so perfect.

( life is so good!!!

she'll give this cat anything she wants. )

2. (manta: corsairs) battle of the brew

( the large, draping streamers announcing the battle of the brewmasters along with the flyers and that one guy shouting outside—all of it was unnecessary. karlach had already been firmly sold on this venture through the promise of large quantities of alcohol she doesn't have to pay for.

who gave a hog's ass if there might be frog legs in it or something?

alcohol is about getting fucked up.

plus the whole "free alcohol" gambit might be how she managed to rope someone into coming along with her.

when the first round comes, the waiter is almost all too delight to start exposing the ingredients used in these initial batches. )

What-? No, no! Don't tell us what's in it!

It's more fun to guess.

( pulling a mug off his tray by the handle, karlach lifts her questionable alcohol in the air. cheers! )

2A. (manta: corsairs) oops too much

( warning: too much alcohol has been consumed.

brightly hued flames ripple off of karlach's skin, pulsating in time with her jackhammer-paced heartbeat. she slaps a gloved hand against the table, making a dull thud. it barely registers against the already heavy crowd. )

Give me an apron! I'll make a BETTER brew than this!

( someone should probably stop her. )

3. (bounty) that's a goose

( in theory, this should be simple.

after all, it's just a goose. how much trouble could poultry really rustle up? especially for something that isn't even being requested alive! sure, it was an option but that's as far as it went.

apparently no one would be the least bit bothered if karlach decided to cook and eat the goose. more than that it seemed to be fairly encouraged from the way others have spoken about this goose.

so-called devil goose.

thankfully, devil geese were still delicious.

but it's the goose that makes the first move. it appears behind karlach with a loud, irritated honk and then snaps its bill at her, aiming for her tail. )

Whoa, fuck! It teleports?

( yes, karlach. )

4. wildcard

(( tag me with something else. i'll roll with it. yolo, yk. ))

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An unholy one! [Fenris swings his sword at the goose as it comes to a landing, cutting off another of it's heads, but that doesn't seem to slow the beast at all.

In fact it only seems to enrage it as it comes honking at him.

That's about when Pumpkinpatch is tired of watching these fools mess with the goose and comes running in to take care of it, leaping on its back and sinking claw and teeth into its flesh with vicious efficiency.]

Don't hit the cat! She's my charge.

Got it! Fuck 'em up, kittycat!

( an immediate answer. karlach almost wishes that she had brought footloose along for this adventure—at least so she could meet new badass cat friends!

her next swing is her last, the blade of her axe slicing through one of the goose's legs and pinning it down to the ground. should be enough to keep that thing down while the kitty handles the rest. )

I guess this one is her win!

( karlach laughs. )

[Pumpkinpatch likes to follow him around everywhere he goes, so part of him is shocked to see her go after the goose with such ferocity. Clearly she wants to kill that goose with how her claws are dug in and her mouth is around the base of the creature's necks.

It doesn't take long but with Karlach's help Pumpkin will take down the goose for them, clearly winning over this opponent.

He shakes his head.]

Seems the case.

[His own lips curl in an amused lilt for a second.]

She seems to have it well in hand. I did not know she would attack a creature larger than her like this.

Yeah!

( karlach agrees, letting out a winded little whuff of a breath. )

I mean, I don't want to call her small or anything, but—

( she makes a couple vague motions with her hands, indicating the size difference. )

That's a huge bird! Your girl's got the killer spirit in her!

( there's a degree of pride here. it's not even her cat, but impressive work is impressive work. )

What's her name?

She is rather small, especially next to such a large bird.

[He wasn't going to be polite to his cat, she was gonna get called small. I mean, she is like an average sized cat, but next to the bird she looked tiny.

And she was doing her best to fell the beast and succeeding while they just watch.]

Pumpkinpatch. [There was a note of pride in his own voice because she did a good job. Perhaps she was a warrior among cats.]

And I am Fenris. You are?

( for a flicker of a moment, karlach thinks about punching herself in the face. ugh. how rude of her. she really should have asked for his name first.

or maybe she's overthinking it because now that she's getting a good look at him, he's really handsome.

she smiles anyway, gesturing to herself with her thumb. )

Karlach. Thanks for helping out with this awful fucker!

( who knows what'd could have happened alone.

but probably roasted goose. and a bunch of other stuff. )

[And now that he gets a look at her, she definitely reminds him of.. he believes Xenk called them Tieflings. She looked not unlike a Qunari though not exactly right either. Something of a desire demon and a Qunari combined perhaps.. more likely a tiefling though if the description Xenk gave is anything to go off of.

His brow knits a little before he gives her a nod.]

Might I ask, you... seem to be be giving off incredible heat.

[Even from over here.]

Are you well? Or is this some kind of magic?

( that earns him a little laugh. )

Are any of us well?

( then she waves a hand a few times as if to dismiss the question. karlach isn't really in the habit of lying, so she would just rather not answer that at all. there's a worm in her head and metal in her chest. objectively things aren't too great. )

I'm—Uh. To make a long story short, I got sold to a Devil when I was younger and she made some. . . fun alterations!

( karlach taps her knuckles against her chest, letting fenris hear the metallic clang of the machinery underneath. she tries to appear neutral about it, but it's unquestionably obvious that it's a point of stress. )

[Her comment gets an amused huff, because she wasn't wrong, were any of them really well? But then she continues.

Sold to a devil... alterations, he could see the stress on her face, even as she tried to mask it, but his anger on her behalf is hard to hide with how his brow knits and his frown deepens.

Was.. was she also a slave?]

Other than these alterations, are you free of this devil now?

[With one final gasped honk, Pumpkinpatch dispatches the goose with a flurry of feathers and blood. It was done. Their hunt killed, but he was hardly paying attention to it.

Sorry Pumpkin.]

Uh. Hah! As long as I'm here!

( karlach answers immediately and honestly. she might have been worried about being so forthright, but the question is pretty forthright.

and no one with a cat this cute is some kind of ultra jerk. )

I mean, Zariel's got people who are just aching to find me and take me back, but I'm not the type to let 'em! I'll tear down anyone she sends.

( firmly spoken. she means that and not just in a reassuring a stranger that her problems aren't that big and not to worry kind of way. karlach's determined to stay above ground. she lifts her fists up in a clear show of strength. )

I'm no Dame Pumpkinpatch, but I'm still a hell of a fighter.

( air punch, air punch. )

I see, then I am glad you are away from her influence at this time.

[Ah, then she is like Astarion, free so long as she is here. He wishes that weren't the case, they both deserve to be free. Which he barely knows her, but something about her seems.. innocent and honest enough that he doesn't see a reason to think differently of her. Besides, no one deserved to be enslaved, he believed that.

She obviously means what she says and from how he saw her wielding that great axe, he believes it fully. This woman would be a force to contend with and he would gladly spar with her to find out the level of her skills.

Pumpkinpatch trots over to Fenris and rubs up against his shins, merping happily as she does.]

I believe it, perhaps we could spar at some juncture, it is not often I find someone of comparable skills to my own.

( and she's affectionate?

this kitty just has it all and she completely steals karlach's attention at her reappearance. there's just something about little guys, you know?! )

Awh, little baby! Who's a good little killer?

( karlach coos to her, endlessly proud of a cat that isn't even hers. she does, however, shift gears as soon as fenris brings up the possibility of sparring. there is almost a wag of her tail behind her, expression brightening. )

Oh! That'd be great! I'd love that. There's nothing like—

( ah. rewind, karlach. rewind, rewind. )

Wait. Are you sure? Cuz this fire is not just for show!

( that'd be a dirty thing to surprise someone with.

then a pause and something of a challenging smile. )

I'd hate to singe your pretty ears.

[He blinks.

And blinks again.

No one has ever cooed at his cat or called his ears pretty and for some reason that makes his brain flatline a little for a second. But that Challenging smile gets him to give something akin to a smirk in return.]

Then I will just have to beat you before you can burn me.

[He sounds confident. So long as the sparring doesn't go on too long, it should be more than fine. Besides, he had his own abilities that might make the heat and fire from her more bearable.]

( open ) nov catchall - the fire is just getting started

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DON'T BULLY THE CAT

HE IS GONNA BULLY HIS CAT

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