Post by Icetigris on Mar 15, 2013 1:59:56 GMT -5
2 years ago
Ikiral, Sejiri
Zendikar
A few months had passed since Ciela had met with her mentor, Whelan. She sat at a crowded bar, sipping a hot drink. Whelan was running a bit late and, while she was glad for not having to share her findings just yet, the Roil had been passing through earlier in the day and she worried that he might not have “walked” back to Zendikar in the best spot.
A tall man, clearly ill-prepared for the brutal cold of Sejiri, sauntered up to Ciela. “Hey, honey, can I buy you a drink?”
“No, thanks. I got one.” Ciela took a sip without making eye contact. She didn’t want to start a confrontation, but she also didn’t want to deal with this dumbass.
“What’s your name?”
“Where you’re going, you won’t need it.”
“What are you trying to say?” He muscled his way into her personal space, his tone angry.
“I’m saying that your jungle-bare ass is gonna die out there.” Ciela didn’t flinch. “How did you even make it as far as Ikiral? How many people did you lose out there?”
The man slammed his fist down on the bar, but didn’t say anything.
“I’m guessing at least three,” Ciela continued. She could tell he was about to explode, but she pressed on. “Take it from a local, you need proper gear and maps. I can sell you a map and an accurate weather forecast, and point you in the direction of a good outfitter.”
“I don’t need shit from you, bitch!” The man turned to storm off, but slammed right into another man’s chest.
The gruff man who’d just been impacted narrowed his eyes and glared daggers at the ill-prepared explorer. “Listen, buddy, I have half a mind to throw you out into the Roil right now,” he said as he grabbed the man’s shirt. “But if you know what’s good for you, you’ll listen to her.”
The gruff man stood watch as Ciela cut a deal with her harasser. He reluctantly bought two maps and a weather forecast. The belligerent customer skulked off as the gruff man sat down next to Ciela.
“So what’d you charge him, double the price for his bad behavior?” the gruff man cracked a crooked grin.
“Haha! Triple. That guy’s gonna die out there anyway. How you been, Whelan?”
Ikiral, Sejiri
Zendikar
A few months had passed since Ciela had met with her mentor, Whelan. She sat at a crowded bar, sipping a hot drink. Whelan was running a bit late and, while she was glad for not having to share her findings just yet, the Roil had been passing through earlier in the day and she worried that he might not have “walked” back to Zendikar in the best spot.
A tall man, clearly ill-prepared for the brutal cold of Sejiri, sauntered up to Ciela. “Hey, honey, can I buy you a drink?”
“No, thanks. I got one.” Ciela took a sip without making eye contact. She didn’t want to start a confrontation, but she also didn’t want to deal with this dumbass.
“What’s your name?”
“Where you’re going, you won’t need it.”
“What are you trying to say?” He muscled his way into her personal space, his tone angry.
“I’m saying that your jungle-bare ass is gonna die out there.” Ciela didn’t flinch. “How did you even make it as far as Ikiral? How many people did you lose out there?”
The man slammed his fist down on the bar, but didn’t say anything.
“I’m guessing at least three,” Ciela continued. She could tell he was about to explode, but she pressed on. “Take it from a local, you need proper gear and maps. I can sell you a map and an accurate weather forecast, and point you in the direction of a good outfitter.”
“I don’t need shit from you, bitch!” The man turned to storm off, but slammed right into another man’s chest.
The gruff man who’d just been impacted narrowed his eyes and glared daggers at the ill-prepared explorer. “Listen, buddy, I have half a mind to throw you out into the Roil right now,” he said as he grabbed the man’s shirt. “But if you know what’s good for you, you’ll listen to her.”
The gruff man stood watch as Ciela cut a deal with her harasser. He reluctantly bought two maps and a weather forecast. The belligerent customer skulked off as the gruff man sat down next to Ciela.
“So what’d you charge him, double the price for his bad behavior?” the gruff man cracked a crooked grin.
“Haha! Triple. That guy’s gonna die out there anyway. How you been, Whelan?”