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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?!"

[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!"

[djcati]

[ooc: hlghldfhg FIGHTER. I send you fangirl love. ♥]

[swordchucks]

[OOC: Thanks! I shall treasure the extremely tiny heart forever.]