If Fate means you to lose, give her a good fight anyhow.

[norn_verdandi]

[Tuesday, March 2nd (Day 276)]
[Basement, Tavern of Hell]
[Late afternoon]

The basement wards are set and they'll keep any of my excess magics below, where they belong.  The Tavern residents might notice something different but that won't be for a few hours yet and by then, I'll already have done what needs to happen.

The rest of town though, they'

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[melania_lowell]

I'm not sure why I keep coming back here. I wonder that every day and, saying my stuff's still here isn't a good enough reason. Then, I remember when I walk in and, take a deep breath and see Thomas smiling behind the bar. Or maybe I just forget.

Fuck it. I can almost taste what Cookie's making in back, and it sounds like something fun's going on up at Iago, Glass, and that Dorian guys place. My stomach growls and I even laugh when I lose at paper, scissors, rock. Again.

Tossing my bag down I give Thomas the finger in reply to his taunting and open the cellar door. I know he's cheating, I just can't figure out how.

What the Fuck? I pause, coughing a little as something powdery drifts up. "Did Iago tap into the kegs down here?" I call back, hearing Thomas laugh in response. I don't want to know what the fuck he was doing down here

[norn_verdandi]

She's here.

I smile, listening to her go back and forth with Thomas before coming down the stairs. I think she can smell me and I watch again, eagerly hoping she'll shift before she see me. She doesn't though and I'd sigh but then she'd hear me with those wolf ears of hers.

She's noticed Garm, glinting on the table and picks her up. "Iago, I seriously don't want to know what you were doing down here." If she knew what was good for her, she'd hang onto my weapon but she doesn't and after a moment, she drops it. Bad decision, Lannie

[melania_lowell]

Just get the keg and get the fuck out. Just get the keg and get ..... a rustling sound. Please be Iago, pleasepleaseplease.

...Fuck.

There she is smiling, all teeth. Thomas, you ASSHOLE! A growl rumbles past my lips and I sniff at her hello. Not fooling me again with that nice act. Fuck that. "You've been avoiding me, little priestess. Why is that?" she asks in that voice that used to sound like wind chimes. Now it sounds like shattered glass.

She's looking at the weapon on the floor. I hope she picks it up so I can kick her in the face and run. I don't get a chance to answer before she asks about him. The thought of him makes my stomach turn and now its my turn to show teeth. "I didn't need to, he did a good enough job all on his own." Why am I even answering her? I didn't let him do anything! "And if he deserved to die, what do you deserve?" I snarl, shifting closer to where the kegs are. She moves and she's eating one. My heart is thundering in my ears but I'm ready this time, holding my ground.

[norn_verdandi]

She looks ready to fight and we'll get to that soon enough, if her expression is anything to go by. "I didn't need to, he did a good enough job all on his own. And if he deserved to die, what do you deserve?"

I smile. "That's not for you to decide, priestess." As for Benedict, "You could have killed him. One shift and a rip, and his throat would have been gone." I know she and Iago fought, Thomas told me, and she bloodied his face too. Why not Benedict? "Why didn't you do it? Were you afraid?" Was she? I hope not because that won't do at all.