[Schrodinger could hear crackles of surging electricity behind him. Should he look, he will see a wizard in blue robes making fair amounts of casualties just to get through the line. Hey, he wants ice cream too.]
[Seeing the person in front being zapped to bits, Schrodinger feels a small sense of glee knowing that his wait just got shorter. But he wasn't going to let this guy cut in front of him either.]
Ohh, Herr Hexenmeister...you almost hit me. [He hardly sounds upset about it, especially with that grin.]
[In fact, Schrodinger is so unaffected that he brings himself to the front of the line to order.]
I want chocolate icecream...with sprinkles. And uh...oh! A cone.
Nah, see, I missed you on purpose. You're the lucky kid that gets to watch everybody around you die and burn. People say this is as close to generosity as I can get, but I'll probably hunt you down later on if I feel like it.
[The storeowner, of course, is far too frightened to serve Schrodinger. Grabbing a pair of knives from under his robes, the Black Mage leaps out at the counter and starts carving through the man's face and chest. The Black Mage gets up and after reaching for a cone, Schrodinger gets his "eyes cream".
Peasant? [Schrodinger put his hands on his hips, looking rather undignified.] That's a lot coming from a guy dressed like a thrift store knight.
[He was still bubbling a bit at the insult, mostly because insults about his status were one of the few things that rubbed him the wrong way, but he went on.] It's obvious because it's the best flavour.
A thrift store knight? [He has no idea what a thrift store is, but he gets the hint he should be insulted.] This outfit is suitable for a King! Which I am!'
[The de-facto king of a nearly wiped out civilization.]
[Schrodinger pats an open palm over his mouth, pretending to yawn.]
You're not the king of any kingdom I've ever heard of. Heh. [He suddenly grins again, putting his hand back down.] And you're definitely not the king of Amestris that's Führer King Bradley.
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[Schrodinger could hear crackles of surging electricity behind him. Should he look, he will see a wizard in blue robes making fair amounts of casualties just to get through the line. Hey, he wants ice cream too.]
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Ohh, Herr Hexenmeister...you almost hit me. [He hardly sounds upset about it, especially with that grin.]
[In fact, Schrodinger is so unaffected that he brings himself to the front of the line to order.]
I want chocolate icecream...with sprinkles. And uh...oh! A cone.
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[The storeowner, of course, is far too frightened to serve Schrodinger. Grabbing a pair of knives from under his robes, the Black Mage leaps out at the counter and starts carving through the man's face and chest. The Black Mage gets up and after reaching for a cone, Schrodinger gets his "eyes cream".
Two eyes in a cone. With sprinkles.]
On the house.
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[Schrodinger takes the cone, looking down and laughing as he notices the eyeballs. He comments with a bit of sarcasm.] Eye-scream, how clever.
[He tosses the cone aside and instead reaches over the counter, grabbing the entire tub of chocolate icecream.]
I'll just be taking this then, danke schön~
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These are delicate matters! Of course a peasant like you would go with the obvious flavor!
[Dalton is far to refined for chocolate.]
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[He was still bubbling a bit at the insult, mostly because insults about his status were one of the few things that rubbed him the wrong way, but he went on.] It's obvious because it's the best flavour.
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[The de-facto king of a nearly wiped out civilization.]
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You're not the king of any kingdom I've ever heard of. Heh. [He suddenly grins again, putting his hand back down.] And you're definitely not the king of Amestris that's Führer King Bradley.
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Ah, but I am not just buying for myself, but for my family as well. These decisions cannot be rushed.
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[Thoroughly ashamed of having mistaken the Furher for a typical citizen, Schrodinger goes quiet.]
[There were very, very few people who could get that sort of reaction out of the boy.]
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And was there a flavor in particular that interested you, Schrodinger?
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I was going to get chocolate, Fuhrer. On a cone, with sprinkles!
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