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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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[worst_wizzard]

Rincewind has a good working knowledge of what heroes tend to be. He's often dodged them in the Broken Drum. This guy, however, makes them look like skillful UU graduates. Obviously to be avoided

"Where'd you come from, then?" Rincewind blinks. That's not what he had meant to say. He meant to say nothing and just walk away. Buggered traitorous mouth.

[swordchucks]

"Hah!" says Fighter. "I come from Corneria! Actually, sometimes late at night, when I'm trying to stay awake on guard duty, I like to close my eyes and imagine that I was born in a magical country known as Swordchucklandia. Alas, it was destroyed, and I, infant Fighter (Fighter is my name, y'know) was the only one of my kind to reach safety, sent to Corneria as a babe in swaddling. But I'm pretty sure it's really Corneria I come from, 'cause how could a place that was even /half/ as awesome as Swordchucklandia ever be destroyed? Hah, everyone there's a swordchuck master! It's /invincible/."

He beams at Rincewind. "Where are you from, Mister... Wizzard? Is that your name? That's what your hat says. Your hat's tall! Do you like swords?"

[worst_wizzard]

Rincewind's eyes start to glaze over. He's finally met someone WORSE than Twoflowers. He sort of goes, "Uh-huh" as Fighter talks, until he realizes a question has been asked.

"Erm. I suppose so, sometimes." When they're far behind, in his dust. "Oh, and I'm Rincewind. I'm a Wizard."

[ooc: may get grabbed soon to go to work, slowtime if so?]

[swordchucks]

[OOC: Work is a scourge upon mankind. I'm kinda new here, though, so what's "slowtime?" It doesn't /sound/ terribly objectionable, though.]

"Rincewind? That's your name? That's a funny name. All /my/ friends have names that tell me what they do. Can I just call you Wizard, then? You'll fit right in! Do you wanna come adventure with us? We can always use another spellcaster. Black Mage keeps using up his one hadoken right when he wakes up 'to help burn off all the rage that comes with living,' an' Red Mage is too busy comin' up with awesome plans to bother castin' spells. You'd be perfect for us!"

[worst_wizzard]

"Umm, erm, right. Only, well, I only have one spell, and you don't WANT me to cast it." In some part of his mind, the spell agrees emphatically. "If you need someone to run away, I'm fairly good at that. I can also beg for mercy in dozens of languages." Rincewind has a face at a state of almost resignation.

[swordchucks]

"We don't beg for mercy. Well... not often. Anyway how can you only know one spell? You're /s'posed/ to be a /wizard/!" He seems deeply offended at this violation of the natural order.

[worst_wizzard]

Rincewind looks at Fighter. "I'm not a very good one," he mumbles.

[swordchucks]

"Aww. That's all right, pal! Everybody's bad at something. Black Mage says that's why I'm a fighter, not a thinker, but I don't know what he means by that because c'mon! I'm totally a genius. You'd /have/ to be a genius to think up swordchucks, yo." He nods happily. "You seem down, though. I should buy you food! That'll cheer you up. D'you eat food then, Wizard?"

[worst_wizzard]

Rincewind looks up. "Umm. Yes. Food." Twofeathers looks like Weatherwax compared to this guy.