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[swordchucks]

Fighter makes his way into the bar. First he does a double-take, but then he squints a little, and next he outright beams. "It's here again! Hah! I /knew/ I would return here when the time was right. It was foretold to me!" He looks up at the ceiling and his lips move for a moment, then he mumbles, "Unless... was that foretold to me about /this/

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[prototype_karr]

KARR's scanner flicks steadily as he watches, a bit wary. He's not quite sure what to make of the silent lip movement.

"If you're wanting a sword, you might as well try asking the Bar. She might give it to you, so long as you don't try to stick it in anyone."

[swordchucks]

Fighter peers at Karr. "Will it, Mister... metal... talky... thing... that talks? But that's a /stupid/ thing to make me promise! The whole /point/ of having swords is you put the pointy end in other people, an' you can take my word for /that/, 'cause I like swords so much that I'm an expert on 'em!" He smiles broadly. "I can also count to seventeen. Red Mage says I'm an intellectual."

[prototype_karr]

Oh good god, another one who doesn't know what a car is.

He sighs, his scanner flashing for a moment. "You aren't familiar with the bar rules, are you? You're not allowed to go around stabbing or slicing people, at least inside the bar." KARR pauses for a moment, morbid curiosity getting the better or him. "...So what do you do when you have more than seventeen things and you have to count them?"

[swordchucks]

"We-ellll..." says Fighter, contemplatively. "I can't say that that's come up yet. Sometimes there's, um, gold and stuff, but I let Thief count that and he's obviously much better at this counting stuff than I am, 'cause /my/ count is always way way higher than the one /he/ gives. An' then he shares it with the rest of us 'cause he's our friend."

After a moment's pause, he says, "See? Who needs counting when you've got friends? And swords! Do you have friends? I guess not swords. You could be made of former swords, though. Are you?" A thought strikes him, and a look of horror comes across his face. "DR. SWORDOPOLIS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?!"

[prototype_karr]

KARR's scanner is frozen for several long, long seconds. He's not quite sure what just happened here.

"...No, I'm...quite sure I'm not made out of former swords. We don't have many where I'm from, and I doubt they make a habit of melting them down in Michigan." He pauses again, almost afraid to ask. "Who-or what-is Dr. Swordopolis, exactly?"

[swordchucks]

"Dr. Swordopolis is a talking sword!" He beams at KARR, and seems completely unaware that this sounds... implausible. "One time I was drowning and he saved me. Kinda. I mean, I was underwater and about to /die/, and then suddenly I was... um... high up in the air! More than seventeen feet up, I know that much." He squints. "Anyway my bestest buddy broke my fall when I landed on the ship! Well, on Black Mage, at any rate. I owe Dr. Swordopolis my /life/!" Another pause. "Are you /certain/ you're not made of him? What /are/ you made of? I never heard of metal that could talk. Also, glass and... stuff. Why do you have doors? I like doors! Doors are made of wood, and wood's where trees come from."

[prototype_karr]

Seeing how KARR is a talking car, it's not too implausible for him. He's familiar with both science and magic, after all. But it takes him a moment to sort out everything Fighter said and how he ought to respond. It seems more like talking to annoying child to him.

"I see. I haven't heard of talking swords, but I see." He lets out a long-suffering sigh. "I'm reasonably sure, mainly I'm made out of steel, plastic, computer components, and MBS, and I can talk because I have a computer for a brain. Don't ask what that is; it might make your head explode. And my doors aren't made of wood, and I have them so Bonnie can get in and out of my cabin." KARR pauses again. "Well, for letting anyone in, really, but Bonnie's one of the few people who I won't run over for trying."

[swordchucks]

"Hm. Who's Bonny?"

[prototype_karr]

"She's my driver and my fiancee." He sounds smugly pleased about the last part.

[swordchucks]

"So, but how... then... what if... how do you plan to kiss the bride?"

[prototype_karr]

"I can take human form, thanks to magic. It's quite handy."

[swordchucks]

Fighter stares. And stares some more. "Wow." is all he says... at least for a moment. Then he beams. "So wait, if she's your driver, and... then, see, that means /you're/ a carriage... and that means horses pull you! Horses are like cows but thinner. I bet you left yours in the stable, huh? Where /is/ the stable? Is it outside? I bet the stable is outside. Wheeeeeeeee!"

And with that he runs back out through the door.

[OOC: So very, very tired. I must sleep. Thanks, though. This? This was good times.]

[prototype_karr]

[OOC: NP-I loved the bit with screaming for Dr. Swordopolis. Night!]

KARR is silent for yet another few moments, until he sighs again. "Why do I usually find the stupid ones?" And then he turns, deciding to make a getaway before Fighter returns.