Sep 25, 2011 16:42
[You're treated to the sight of an ordinary inn room.]
The room by the painting? Yes, the one with-- Thank you very much.
[The knob turns. Here comes Xelloss carrying Xelloss to the couch. While holding two red-orbed staves he returns to the door and beckons at someone.]
Could you bring some tea? [He turns. Rather delicately:] Ah, community. How nice of you to join--
[Suddenly, both are gone. The screen quakes. The vase on the table spills. A flash of green light (another quake) and it rolls to the edge.]
[It falls.]
[Xelloss catches it. Shooting him a withering glare while being held in a headlock is Xelloss #2.]
My goodness... It's all right, we're getting along fine, [he calls, before coolly matching stares with one eye. Setting the vase down is an afterthought.]
[ooc: quickly getting this up. Will respond when I get the chance or tomorrow. Responses'll likely include both. Xelloss #2's straight from a war he participated in 1000 years ago; he's about a month old but looks exactly the same.]
me myself and i virus,
xelloss [the priest]