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"Causing misery is a purpose. Anyway, you tried to eat me over that rat comment, so you can hardly criticise the bugs for eating you." Reon hefts the head onto his shoulder, so he can have a free hand. He uses it to poke Skieyl, as any sensible person would.
Throughout the nonsense, he does his best to keep an eye out for goblins. Dice Perception:
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"Sure I can. They're eating me. That's entirely unacceptable, and probably bad table manners too. How would you like it if I came over there and sucked your blood and made you itch, all because "you looked tasty"?
Skieyl is not looking for goblins in the slightest. Attention spans are cruel things.
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Reon uses his free arm for a helpless shrug and shakes his head in exasperation "But you've done that to me! Twice! Besides, you can just not get bitten. I'm not."
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"I'd probably call you a Varisian woman," Mihai notes wryly in response Skieyl, fully expecting Sayuri to smack him for such a joke. That's half the point of the armor, after all. Now unencumbered by the moose head, he unslings his war scythe and his large steel shield, using the weapon's shaft for a walking stick as he keeps an eye on his surroundings.
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"What would -you- know about it?" Sayuri teases Mihai instead. "You spend all your time hanging around -Tian- women. We just kill you in your sleep when we're mad at you. So be warned, Reon, if you're getting ideas about my sister. Don't make her mad. She may not bite, but she definitely stabs. It's a family trait. Ask Spooky." She waves a hand at Mihai.
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Reon feigns shock. "Ideas? Me? Never!" Then he shudders. "I fought a broom duel with her once. That's not a good memory. I don't need telling that she's dangerous."
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"Uh-huh." Sayuri regards Reon with the skepticism of a younger sibling who has seen men chasing after her sister for years. It doesn't help that Minx is doing it too. "No ideas. Sure. That's why you can't resist the lovely lady. And I'm a goblin/pixie/blink dog/green slime crossbreed. Really. I just -look- like a human because of the hallucinogenic mold spores I emit."
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Reon grins widely. "I often suspected. But more seriously, what makes you think I meant her when I mentioned loveliness?" The paladin wobbles under the weight of his cargo, trying to be ready to drop it and move fast if the frying pan should make a sudden appearance.
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"The fact that there's no one else you could mean?" Sayuri suggests impatiently. "Don't be silly, Reon. I don't mind. You'd make a reasonably acceptable brother-in-law, -if- she ever decided to have you. I'm not going to tell her how you sleep with a pink stuffed bear at night or that you have a secret passion for singing kobold love songs or anything like that. Well...not unless you make me mad." She grins.
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"Note that she's speaking for herself," Mihai says, grinning. "I would totally tell her without provocation."
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"You misunderstand: that's my job. I have to... casually let slip all of Ree's embarrasing flaws right when she's busy taking a pull on the latest drink to come through the area. Even better if he's around for the spit." Skieyl gets a particularly nasty blob of goop on his tail, and promptly shifts in and out of his human form, causing the blob to *spluck* down into the marsh. "Do we really have anywhere in particular we need to lay this creature to rest at? Here's looking good to me."
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"Sayuri doesn't want it coming back and haunting her," Mihai notes, giving Sayuri a grin. "Also, you know how dogged Ameiko can be. She'd probably trudge out this far just to get it back."
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Reon chuckles. "Well, even if I had been after her before, I would be much too terrified now." Then he gets on with dragging his moose.
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"Mamma mia, Would hyu yust give me die moose." Morgard exclaims from his position a good ten feet behind the others, taking longer strides now to catch up to the sleight Reon. The teifling had been enjoying the plight of the others for a while now, but he was never much for complaining - he had expected the others to ask him for help for the last half an hour.
Catching up with Reon, Morgard picked the sleight man up with one hand, and the moose head up with the other, gently separating the two. "Dere, now mebbe ve cen get talkink hov the goblinks hagain?" Unfortunately, while carrying Reon and the moose above his head, Morgard found himself sinking just a touch too much into the soggy ground, threatening to pull off his boots as he walked. So, instead, he put the other man down again - though the moose doesn't go lower than shoulder level.
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