CFUW 110 - UNKNOWN ROOM.

[cfuw_shepherd]

[ a brief stop-over in your text adventure! tasty snacks and fruity drinks once filled the tables in this room, but nothing is left save for molded-over finger sandwiches and an empty punch bowl. there is also a very horny parrot.

the other ousted and eaten players will be joining you this evening. please spend your time together as you see fit. ]

Comments

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

I can carry myself however I want, because I'm a prince.

[Fon had better dodge. There's three knives headed his way.]

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

[ducks! Almost as if he'd seen it coming]

Your people must not like you very much.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

How funny! I should kill you for that.

[another small cluster of knives]

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

[mostly dodges again, hit on the shoulder. Grabs one of the discarded knives and throws it back]

I hope you never get to be King.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

[dodges easily]

Ushishishishi!

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

[grabs and throws another, faster]

We might be attacked, you wouldn't want to be out of weapons by then.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

[dodges as well, quickly pulling out knives upon knives on wires a la icon]

That won't be an issue.

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

How the-- how were you allowed to keep those?

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

I keep them well hidden.

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

[DUDE I CAN'T FIGHT A MILLION FUCKING KNIVES]

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

[there's only a few dozen. lifts a hand to trigger some wires; many knives rotate so that they're pointing at Fon—]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

[from the side there's a bright blue explosion of flame, not directed at anyone but definitely eyecatching]

Please, let's save the accusations for the idiots above us. They're the ones with no clue of what's going on.

Prince Belphegor, I'd rather see a demonstration of your knife throwing skills outdoors and during the day. Here the spectacle goes to waste.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

[sideglance, knives remaining immobile yet suspended. Azula seems to know the best way to make him stop.]

Hmph. Fine. He needs to consider I didn't have to reveal myself.

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

[I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING!!1]

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

Of course. And you understand why we're in a similar situation. Your wolves did nothing to keep you alive, and our sheep did nothing to keep us in.

So we don't have to keep up the team animosity.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

[pulls at the wires to pull the knives back together and put them away]

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

I still win if the wolves win. If they do, I'll excuse their oversight.

[sharpasfire.livejournal.com]

And we won't argue that victory. But it would be even better if we found a way to make sure Masque loses.

Surely you'll excuse Fon's oversight if it means we can achieve that.

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

[still not saying anything!1!!]

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

[approaches Fon to retrieve the first knives he'd thrown]

Peacock Eyes will be spared as long as he stops trying to hammer information out of me.

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

My name is Fon.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

I prefer Peacock Eyes.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

I'm not calling you the same name as an arcobaleno.

[peacockeyes.livejournal.com]

Fortinbras, then.

[itsstormmink.livejournal.com]

Peacock Eyes. Anything else and you'll have to beg.