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Geralt of Rivia      The sun is setting as the various Elites find their way to Geralt's location - a small homestead just outside the walls of Novigrad, the largest city in the Northern Kingdoms. It's hard to get much information out of the witcher, which isn't too surprising, but by the sounds of it, he needs actors for some kind of scheme. And, by his tone of voice, he doesn't sound too thrilled with it.

     Even with the setting sun casting long shadows, it is easy enough to spy Geralt lurking in the shadows of the homestead. The Witcher, for whatever reason, appears to have donned a red bandanna-mask around the lower part of his face. All in all, it is barely a disguise.

     A young woman in the clothes of a townsperson comes walking up the path to her house. Geralt steps out of the shadows and says, his voice gravelly: "Stop right there."

     Has Geralt resorted to the work of some common bandit? Why?

     The woman shrieks. "What is this?! Someone - help me!"

     Geralt advances, "Tremble... Flaxen-haired... wench? Um. Bow before the Prince of Thieves!"

     After a moment, when that doesn't seem to have had the desired effect, Geralt snaps, "Give me your purse!"

     The townswoman reels back and away from Geralt the Prince of Thieves, as a proud voice rings out. "Not so fast!"

     Another man, this one wearing a ridiculously gaudy blue and purple doublet ensemble, drops out of a tree. He lands rather gracefully, although one can hear the grunt of pain when he twists his ankle. A blade at his side, he tells Geralt, "Drop your sword, scoundrel! It is I, the Crimson Avenger! This is your first, and last, warning!"

     Geralt stares back at him, unphased. "More like the Crimson Asshole... I mean, not the Crimson Avenger! You'll find that I have laid a... trap for you, for I am... the Prince of Theves."

     That must be your cue.
Chica Mendez     'Play along'. Such a simple, loaded, and unhelpful means of describing a situation. So when Chica agreed to come and 'play along', she wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to bring along with her. So it came to be that she eventually just grabbed the most fanciful outfit she could find--a remnant of a really old life--and went out into the Multiverse to land... here.

    So when she arrives, she'll certainly look... fanciful. At least she didn't bring the headband and the huge crest of feathers with her.

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    As Geralt came out and ham-fisted his lines, Chica comes up gracefully beside him with a villainous smirk, laying a hand teasingly against the Witcher's shoulder. "My love, you shouldn't trouble yourself with peasants like these. Simply kill them and be done with it."

    Under her breath, Chica mentions sweetly, "I'm recording this, by the way. That's my payment."
Toph Beifong     Actors? Well, there are worse things to do, aren't there? While she is an earthbender first and foremost, the young girl known as Toph Beifong also has a flair for theatrics and drama, as evidenced by her time in Earth Rumble VI. Being the tiny bad, the champion as she beat the others into the ground that they were hardly fit to bend, she knows how to speak to a crowd, to win them over, to act. At least somewhat corny. Add in that she knows Geralt, and she made sure to head on to the rendez-vous point.

    Even as Geralt tries to intimidate the woman and the Crimson Avenger appears, the blind girl keeps her distance at first, observing the situation. Well, she probably needs a disguise for this as she knows she hardly looks intimidating, considering her small stature and appearance. And she doesn't want her true identify to be considered as villanous in this world. Disguise, disguise... what to do?

    That's when she realizes that there's a market nearby. Well, surely there's bound to be something there!

    During the conversation between those already there, they should note that the earth is rumbling in an ominous manner. Cracks form along the ground, and large pillars burst from the ground, along with some large watermelons. And then a tall silouette rises against the setting sun, casting a shadow over the ground. The figure is clothed in old, ragged clothes that were hanging on an abandoned clothesline nearby, their musty scent and tattered remains clinging to the form. The face is obscured by a hood as it appears to be looking down at the ground. Two spindly arms move, slamming down on the ground. Man, it almost looks like they are darkened bones! Or just really dark branches torn from a nearby tree.

    Still, the figure rises on elongated earthen legs, and it raises its gaze... But that is by far no human face. Instead of a head, there's something green and dark. A melon?! A melon that's been abused as somebody has clearly punched part of it out into what appears like a sinister grin, its innards spilling out onto the front of the tattered rags, dripping as if it was bleeding from its mouth. There's only one hole for an eye, and when it's standing at its full height... the figure cackles!

    The sound echoes from within its head, sounding almost crazy as it spreads its spindly arms wide, earthen feet set apart as the earth shakes some more.

    "YES, PRINCE OF THIEVES! WE HAVE HEEDED YOUR CALL~!" it cackles with insane glee, then points its hand towards Geralt. "Mortals, /beware/! Your doom has come from the very earth itself, here to lavish doom and despair upon you all! Fear me, for I... am..."

    "MELON LORD! MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!" it practically shrieks, and it throws its hands up as more melons emerge from the ground.

    Why yes, Toph is enjoying this a little too much perhaps.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa had actually took the time to try and look the part she has to play, taking inspiration from her last tabletop character she played. She was looking the part, bright red hair, a bandana, green scarf, a revealing leather top which left her mid riff exposed as well, leather gloves, twin daggers. The whole deal is finished off with leather pants and boots. She gives a very unkind smirk on her face as she follows up Chica.

"What's doing wasten our time on small fry like this?! We need a better mark than this rot! Then again she might be good enough to sale to a flesh merchant."

She casually flips one dagger in her hand as she eyes the forming group.

OOC Kotone right now. http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w81/jetfire99/thief_girl_by_kamui12_zpsc9dc92bd.jpg
Dorian Pavus     Very little information perhaps. But Dorian's accustomed to going on very little information. A disguise, and pretend to be evil? Oh he could definitely do that, he assured Geralt; he was from '''Tevinter'''. ''"Ask anyone in Thedas,"'' he'd said. ''"All Tevinter mages are evil bastards. Besides, I've been practicing my cackling."''

    It had taken a very short trip to a Multiversal shop just outside, a meeting ith Felix, as well as some quick and brutal alterations to a stolen window dressing that had done nothing to deserve such abuse. But it was for greater purposes, so that made it all right.

    But not too long after the others join, a loud cackling sounds through the area. Geralt will probably recognize it as Dorian's voice. The Witcher '''did''' say play along, didn't he? He might be getting more than he bargained for here. An area not too far from the group alights in a wall of flame! Though a moment later the flames die to nothing. And in their place stands Dorian. He is, however, dressed much differently.

    He wears a dark purple robe with a long cape, the stolen window dressing as a mantle and hood of emerald green. And thanks to Felix, he carries a staff that resembles a gnarled old branch, roots at the top bound with fabric bearing arcane symbols. The roots appear to contain an ever-burning ball of fire. He's also apparently wearing one of those tiny, pointy, fake goatees. It really gives his mustache a 'Snidely Whiplash' quality to it. Particularly because the hood makes it difficult to see anything but his mouth and his facial hair.

    "Indeed!" he agrees with what seems to be the overall sentiment, adding as much of a dark undertone to his voice as he can manage. "What need have you to spare the lives of these pitiful mortals?! Kill them, that I may strip the spirits from their bodies and raise their corpses to serve me!" He strikes his staff upon the ground and flame fills the area around him briefly, outlining him with a hellish aura of fiery light. "The REVENANT KING will grant you power in exchange! POWER, Prince of Thieves... as I promised!" It looks like Dorian's adding his own bit for Geralt to play along with.

    And yes. Yes he does twirl the end of his mustache as he says the last.
Geralt of Rivia     Dandelion - sorry, the Crimson Avenger - stares at the assembling group of bandits and ne'er-do-wells. He is... a very attractive man, even if his eyes are hidden behind a purple domino mask. Even so, it's clear this his eyes are narrowed and staring right at Geralt.

    "I am /surprised/ that you have such a /numerous/ retinue, Prince of Thieves!" Dandelion remarks. "Even in the face of your lover, your melon golem, other bandit, and, yes, even the alliance you've made with the Revenant King!"

    As Dandelion breaks into a full-blown monologue, Geralt asides to Chica, "You didn't." Still, Dandelion waxing poetic about how strong and brave he is gives Geralt a bit of time to establish the play. "Throw the fight," he says over the radio, "But don't make it obvious."

    "-and, as such!" Dandelion is finishing, and he draws his sword with a theatrical flourish, "You'll find that once more the scum of Temeria will fear the wrath of the Crimson Avenger!"

    Dandelion charges, thrusting a blow at Geralt. The Witcher - sorry, the Prince of Thieves - easily parries it. And then the second and third. It is immediately clear that Dandelion is not much of a fighter and, well, throwing realistically is going to be a fair bit of work.

    Geralt swings - slowly - at Dandelion's head. Dandelion ducks under and punches Geralt square in his solar plexus. The witcher drops to the ground, despite his leather and chain armor, and calls with bad theatrics, "Oh no, I can't stand up against the Crimson Avenger alone! He's... too powerful, and dashing." It looks like Geralt landed on a melon, too.

    Dandelion steps around in a circle, blade held in a way that he's obviously picked up from Geralt, and eyes off the other bandits.

    The townswoman cheers, "Be careful, Dandelion! I mean, the Crimson Avenger!"
Toph Beifong     "That is MELON LORD to you, gnave!" the sinister six foot figure says in a loud, authoriative voice. True, it's still feminine sounding, but there is a great deal of power in it! Though the figure keeps back, hunching slightly as it beholds the fight that breaks out between The prince of thieves and the Crimson Avenger, between evil and good. And once the devious prince of thieves asks them for assistance, the Melon Lord steps forward with a snickering cackle. "Can you stand the might of the Melon Lord, you pathetic whelp?" the figure demands, throwing up a hand just as Dandelion swings his sword into a ready position. At the same moment an earthen pillar rises, but it crumbles just as Dandelion brings his sword near it, making it appear as if he sliced through the rock itself.

    A shocked gasp escapes from the Melon Lord as it steps back, stick fingers raised in front of its mouth as if it's shocked! "Why... how can you foresee my attacks! Blind luck! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!"

    Heck, this is amusing! And it's pretty easy to use her earthbending to read people's movements, but this is the first time she's used it in this way. It's actually kinda fun, Toph decides! Why, all of them seem to be really into playing the part of the villain today. They make better villains than the actual villains.
Chica Mendez     Here comes the other members of the play. Chica glances back at the other's arrival, all so very dramatic and villainous. She'd been slacking off, apparently! Though she'd expected that Dorian would be able to pull something like this off with no trouble, the 'Melon Lord' is actually a bit of a surprise for her. She can't really sense any magic from her entrance, either.

    Kotone's entrance--that outfit is actually pretty damn good on her--gets a small nod and a grin, as well, before she turns her attention back to probably making Geralt feel a little uncomfortable as she leans against him and runs her hand along his chest and shoulders. Quietly, she's snickering and muttering to Geralt. "Just be glad I can't make it into a trid and put it on the Matrix. I'm being nice enough to keep this with my personal collection."

    As the monologue finally ends, Chica releases Geralt with a pout and watches the two fight. Geralt she's seen before, strong swordsman with a lot of time spent fighting, versus... Dandelion. It's difficult for her to restrain herself from facepalming and/or laughing out loud when the Avenger 'bests' the Prince of Thieves.

    The theatrics have inspired her. As Geralt goes down and Toph plays her bit, Chica lets out an anguished cry. "My dear Prince!" Slowly she turns, her hands gripped into tight fists. "How dare you, you simple peasant? You cannot stand up to our might!" Her hand goes for her belt and draws out... hey, an obsidian dagger. And she's bringing it dangerously close to her hand... "I am the Jaguar of Blood! And you will suffer my wrath!"

    Art imitates life. And Chica just loves to get digs on Aztechnology whenever she can. With a quick motion, she slices across her palm with the dagger, drawing blood. her eyes and hands glow as she begins to summon mana into her bloodied palm, pointing at the hero. Is this the end!?

    Well, actually, she doesn't know Blood Magic, and it's a Stunball. And she's motioning with her head for him to duck to the left before finally firing it off.
Dorian Pavus     Dorian has it a little easier here-- even if he's most definitely not, he can play the part of squishy mage. While the others get close, he remains a distance away. Though he inwardly wishes he'd actually been studying necromancy for this, since it would be wonderful to be able to actually summon a spirit or something and unleash it. Then again, it might have frightened the, 'ahem', 'Crimson Avenger' far too much.

    Also, Chica's splitting open of her own palm gets a sidelong glance. Was she really a blood mage? Probably not a Thedan blood mage, no. Still, Dorian can't help but remember the time Inga got the both of them arrested for sacrificing a goat in a park in Chicago some time ago.

    Anyway.

    With the others moving against the Crimson Avenger, now it's Dorian's turn. "Perish in the flames of the Inferno, cretin!" he hisses. He summons a great gout of fire-- though he indicates with a tilt of his head and a sidelong glance towards the right that Dandelion should move to the right to avoid it. Though even if he somehow misses, it shouldn't do much more than singe 'The Crimson Avenger' a little. And hey, it'll make it more convincing if it does.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa says "So that's what you think Crimsons Avenger!? Ha think what you will, when I'm done with you. You'll be fetching me some pretty coin!"

She lnges in with both daggers, she's clearly very quick, but for those who know her? Kotone's going a lot slower than can, the strikes with the dagger are flash, but it should be no trouble for our hero to be able to parry her strikes. What's more there's an opening for her to counter attack on Kotone.
Geralt of Rivia      "I eat melons like you for dessert - quite literally!" Dandelion retorts, demonstrating his 'skill' by cutting right through the earthen pillar. "Your tricks are no match for a hero who has been trained by the finest minds of Kaer Morhen!"

     Geralt mutters a curse under his breath, picking himself up. Dandelion waltzes over there and kicks him in the side and Geralt rolls until he's placed himself against a fence. Continuing on, Dandelion steps over to the Melon Lord and flourishes out a few thrusts and slashes from his sword. It's very theatrical swordfighting, all style and little substance - and seems like it migh cause even the Melon Lord some concern!

     "Once again, the Prince of Thieves has fallen in with a sorceress!" Dandelion remarks, throwing his blade from hand to hand. Unfortunately for Chica, Dandelion isn't the brightest candle in the dark, and so he takes the stunball to the chest. "Nnngh. Dark magics! I must... prevail!"

     That, unfortunately, means Dorian's fiery spell strikes Dandelion. It doesn't do much beyond setting fire to the feather on his cap, and some of his cape. Dandelion manages to roll through the dirt and extinguish the flames, but now he's smoking. "Ow!" he whines, "I'm singed! But- that's just another scar for my collection, ha-ha!"

     Dandelion kicks a volley of dirt up in Dorian's face, and then manages to kick over a trough of water in Chica's direction! She might slip!

     It puts him in a prime position for Kotone to lunge in, however, and Dandelion seems rather alarmed as Kotone forces him to retreat with her flashy, quick strikes. But then Dandelion senses an opening - or strikes out blindly, its hard to tell - and manages to clip Kotone with the guard on his blade! What a debilitating blow!
Toph Beifong     Seriously, this guy is clearly not a great combatant. Any of them would be able to take him down easily. Luckily they are all skilled in their various fields, and thereby able to make it seem as if the Crimson Avenger is strong.

    "I refuse to surrender, I am Melon Lord! The Melon Lord does not fall to the likes of--- aaaaaah!"

    As Dandelion closes in, Toph feigns fear as she pulls back, throwing more earthen pillars towards Dandelion, only to let them crumble as he swings his sword. A shrill cry leaves the figure as it falls back, hitting the ground and causing it to explode in a cloud of dust, leaving the sinister figure to cough as its twig fingers clutch at its abdomen. "N-no... this... can't be the end of Melon Lord?!"

    It seems like the lady is buying this whole act at least.
Chica Mendez     The finest minds indeed. She's seen this man's type before. Generally corporate middlemen, the people who tried to sell a product. In this case, himself. People like him generally didn't make it in the shadows unless they had a whole team around them. Which... ironically is all the 'villains'.

    Under her breath Aztlaner elf snickers quietly whe Geralt gets cheap-shot, and she actually does laugh out loud when she smacks him in the chest with a Force 2 Stunball. It'll send his senses jangling, certainly, but it won't kill him. Plus, she's still trying to set the scene. By the time Dorian sets fire to the bastard, she's letting this go up to a cackle. "Is this seriously the best that you're capable of?! Hah!"

    That's when a troph of water is kicked over and pools around her feet in mud, she stares down with a small scowl for a split-second. She was going to have to get this thing drycleaned. "Oh no!" She grunts, and theatrically comes to a spill onto her back.

    At least she didn't wear the feather halo.
Dorian Pavus     Dorian is legitimately worried when the fire attack does manage to hit. But the angry frown just makes him look more evil, so there's that. Right. Once this is over, Dorian is so kidnapping this red-clad ponce, and teaching him how to fight properly. Or so goes the thought through his head. Might do him good, in fact. Get slapped around a little, learn how to fight so that the next time someone tries to test the might of the 'Crimson Avenger' and '''isn't''' as nice as they are, that Dandelion doesn't get killed.

    Again, neither here nor there. The dirt kicked into his face is more an insult to his hygiene than a real attack. But Dorian can play along. And he sees the others taking spills. So he too dramatically flings himself back, declaring, "The Crimson Avenger wields the power of nature! I might have known such a dangerous foe would know my one weakness!"
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone is is now locked in combat but Dandlion hs started to back up but Dandelion is able to get past her guard and she hurks backwards dropping one of her staggers. As she sees the Melon Lord refusing to surrender and the dark maics of her alleis re failing.

"You lying curr, you set us up....Prince of Theives!"

Seh's stagging back and hams up going down, like she's in a comedy parody of a fantasy movie and then thuds to the ground hard.
Geralt of Rivia      The Melon Lord falls, bereft of power! "It is the end of you, Melon Lord! Fall before the might of the Crimson Avenger!" Chica falls into a pool of mud, and Dandelion points his sword at her. "Stay there on the ground, vile woman, lest I have reason to not let you escape with your life! And that goes for you as well, Revenant King, skulk back into the shadows you crawled out of - nature itself abhors your very presence!"

     At Kotone's words, Geralt lets out a long sigh and says, with little feeling, like he just wants to get it all over with, "Yes, all my plans... are undone by the... Crimson Avenger."

     With that, Dandelion struts to the centre of the yard and places his hands on his hips. "The Crimson Avenger triumphs again," he declares. "But I am merciful - I'll let you flee with your dignity, if you never return to such immoral lives again!"
Chica Mendez     A now wet and muddy Chica Mendez comes back easily to her feet, giving Dandelion a irritable glare as she runs past to go to Geralt's side. "How could you allow yourself to be defeated in such a manner? Curse you, Prince of Thieves!" With a wink and a blown kiss, the elf slaps Geralt full across the face, no holding back. "I will never forgive this!" And so she goes storming off in some random direction.

    Once she gets far enough, she eases up her angry walk and pulls on her shades and brings on her radio. A message is sent to all of them--Geralt included--to share a pack of soybeer that she brought with her.

    After a nice performance, every troupe should have a party.
Toph Beifong     It appears that their little act is drawing to a close, and well... you can't give up on the dramatics until curtain fall! So let's give this a strong finish.

    Even as she rolls over onto her side, Toph raises her melon covered head. "Oh, you watch your back, Crimson Avenger! The Melon Lord shall rise again one day, and your heroic deeds shall come to an end! Enjoy your tranquility while it lasts!" the Melon Lord hisses in a shrill voice. Then, as if straining against gravity itself, the creature's twig hand reaches out as if commanding The Revenant King, poor Dorian, to go along with whatever is coming. "Revenant King! Hear me! Combine your powers with me...! So that we might drag this pathetic cur with us back to the Nether Realm so he will suffer along with us for his weakness to deliver what he promised us!" With that the twisted figure throws its 'hands' up, and the earth shakes as cracks form around them, aiming to open up the ground in a dramatic fashion underneath Toph, Dorian and Geralt. "With my last remaining strength... Revenant King! TAKE HIS PITIFUL SOUL! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA~!" The earth opens up underneath them more, all while Toph focuses on bending an unseen tunnel for them to safely drop into some feet down.
Dorian Pavus     The 'Revenant King' stands once more, as 'Crimson Avenger' speaks of 'letting them go'. About to respond, he pauses when his radio dings in his ear. It's Toph. And she has an idea. As Chica attracts attention with her slapping of Geralt and storming off, Dorian has a short conversation with Toph...

PHONE: Toph Beifong speaks in a shushed whisper. "Woah, awesome idea here... play along with it?"
PHONE: Dorian Pavus quietly, "Oh?"
PHONE: Toph Beifong says, "Fire. Earthbending. Hell."
PHONE: Dorian Pavus mischievously, "I like the way you think. I'll follow your lead."

    Chica storms off, and then Toph speaks up to the Crimson Avenger. And in response, Dorian speaks up as well, his voice a sibilant growl, "The REVENANT KING will not forget this offense, Crimson Avenger! The death of the Melon Lord will be visited upon your own head, a thousandfold! Watch now, and tremble at that which will be YOUR fate as well! One day. ONE DAY! Your soul will be mine as well! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA~!"

    Miraculously Dorian keeps a straight face.

    But as Toph opens the earth underneath them, Dorian raises his arms, the fireball in the end of the staff flaring up malevolently. Great gouts of fire surround the edges of the pit, keeping well away from the people heading down. But that's not what it looks like from the outside. Dorian also 'shakes' the Fade around him, creating echoes that sound suspiciously like voices.

    Kotone is free to use that as an escape too, if she so wishes. THE REVENANT KING doesn't seem to care who gets caught in his soul-stealing spell, after all.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is wet and muddly as well she's staying down for the moment as she looks up at Dandelion and the anger in her eyes may or may not be staged. She staggers to her feet and she looks to the Prince for a moment.

"We were nothing but fodder for your plans, Feh, don't expect me to ever listen to one of your plans again!"

With that she's going to split too and will just not stop before she gets 'away'
Geralt of Rivia      And, like that, Geralt gets slapped by a sorceress. It's not new to him, really. Triss, Fringilla Vigo, /Yennefer/... the list goes on. If Dandelion wasn't so earnestly in character, the bard would probably have made some kind of remark. "Ow," Geralt mutters quietly to Chica, rising to his feet.

     And then the ground trembles. Geralt spreads his stance, keeping his footing. He turns to look at Toph and Dorian and, even with the red bandanna-mask over his face, they can tell that his expression is one of concern. "What are you-"

     And then Geralt realises that he's sinking down into 'Hell'. "No!" he shouts, sounding vaguely bored and disinterested, "No! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal, I should have seen this coming!"

     The Witcher might be many things, but an actor certainly isn't one of them.

     With the bad guys fleeing or sucked down beneath the ground by their own treachery, Dandelion - the Crimson Avenger - stands supreme amidst the mud, the smoking patch of ground, the broken bits of melon, and so on. His lady love grips him around the arm and asks earnestly, "My hero! Are you well!?"

     Dandelion chortles heroically. "Some of their blows struck true. I fear I have a few grey hairs from that fiery conflageration."

     "Come inside," she continues, "And I'll bandage you up."

     And so, as Dandelion is led inside, he turns to spy the last few of his surprise troupe of actors and mouths the words 'thank you!'
Toph Beifong     Underground in the tunnel, Toph is already up and bending the tunnel further to where Chica and Kotone are waiting, clearly making it easy for Dorian and Geralt to follow her. Once she's up on the surface again though, she can't keep it all in, and she snickers like mad even as she reaches up to /yank/ up the melon she had pulled on as a makeshift mask for this entire play. Her hair is soaked in water melon, and it's running down the sides of her face with the seeds. "This was /awesome!" she declares, then reaches a hand up to high five whoever shows they're up for it. Though she does point an accusing twig in Geralt's direction. "But /you/," she declares, "You need to work on your acting, pal. You sound like Mark Wahlberg in the Happening or something."
Chica Mendez     From afar, Chica got to witness the 'burning end' of the Prince of Thieves, the Melon Lord, and the REVENANT KING, all for the sake of getting this bard bastard laid. "Who even names their kid Dandelion?" She snickers to herself as she comes to the sort-of campsite she set up. Really it's just a bunch of sunken logs around a makeshift fire pit.

    She pops open her pack of soybeer cans and snags one for herself, slurping the crap down while she waits for everyone else to make an appearance. Kotone gets a can tossed in her direction as the elf whistles appreciatively. "That outfit is rocking on you, by the way. Nice touch."

    Beers are also tossed to Dorian and Geralt. Even Toph gets one, with a little wink. "Every show should have an afterparty. Dunno what to do about food, though. Good acting, everyone."

    Though Chica doesn't quite know who Mike Wahlberg is, while taking another slurp she nods emphatically. "Mmn. Seriously, hermano. You got upstaged hardcore. Toph and--what was it?" She shrugs at Dorian. "And him, they carried you super hard."
Dorian Pavus     That's about when Dorian loses his battle with his own laughter, too... when Toph starts, so does Dorian, pulling back the hood of his costume and pulling the sticky pointed goatee off of his chin. How it stayed on with all the activity is anybody's guess. He laughs until his eyes start to water. Wiping his eyes, he announces, "Maker's ''Breath'', the ridiculousness of that whole thing..." He starts laughing again, and has to get it out of his system.

    Finally though, it does down. He catches the soybeer with a nod of thanks to Chica. Though he doesn't immediately open it. Mainly because he hasn't quite figured out cans yet. So simple and yet so complicated. He is, however, not too down on Geralt for not being the actorly type. In fact, he offers an excuse, "Ah, that's because the Witcher is a man of ''action'', not words." Looking to Geralt, "Am I right?"

    "More importantly, your friend needs to learn to defend himself properly," he adds. "Should someone come to test the might of the Crimson Avenger, vanquisher of the Prince of Thieves, the Queen of Rogues, the Jaguar of Blood, the Melon Lord, AND the Revenant King, he may be in some trouble."

    And it seems Chica doesn't know him, so he offers, by way of introduction, "Dorian Pavus, Altus mage of Tevinter." He bows politely, with a flourish. That flourish may even shed some light on how and why he was able to be so melodramatic.

    Dorian also looks for Kotone at the site as he looks everyone over for injuries. No, Dandelion isn't that strong, but inexperience with a weapon can kill, too.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa does catch Geralt thanking them for thier help, but he's been good person to work with in the past she does not mind helpiung him out there. Once she's got away though she's catching up with the rest of the others.

"There are worse names out there Chica. I knew a kid in school named after a horrible murderious sciopath end boss of a game. He changed his name to John at 18. So it could be worse."

She's beaming right now as she looks over at Toph.

"The Melon lord was priceles and really ChicA? Thanks! I figured I'd get all in character for it. I'd look off going in my normal gear."

She gets the can and start drinking it.

"Thanks, so long as we helpd Geralt out, it was fun though. We'll keep tabs on things so they don't get themselves killed, I hope. As for the outfit maybe I'll hang on to this one. It is a fun one! Kotone Yamakawa."
Geralt of Rivia      Geralt just shrugs at Toph and the others while he pulls the bandanna from his face. "I'll get right on it, when there's a monster that can only be killed by good acting. Besides, Kaer Morhen taught me that minimum expression means maximum effect. Like Dorian says, man of action." He has no idea what a high five is, unfortunately, so, that goes right past him.

     "Dandelion's not his real name," Geralt says, taking a seat at the campsite. He accepts a beer.

     "He can take care of himself," Geralt says, and then pauses, considering his words. There were more than a few times when he had saved the bard from all manner of issues... "For the most part," he clarifies, as he makes a sign with his hand and sets a small pile of kindling alight. A campfire, it seems.
Toph Beifong     When the beer gets tossed to her, Toph blinks as she accepts it. "Uh, I'm turning fifteen in two months," she points out, reaching out to hand the beer back. Yeah, she's been rebellious before. And she knows that a certain woman would be upset with her if she tried it again without permission from her legal guardians.

    Though Toph does grin when Chica points out her own performance in this. "This is just like Earth Rumble VI! You play it up real hammy." Though she does reach out and gestures towards Dorian's beer can, and it opens up for him as if by magic.

    "Okay, I gotta head back home home and get cleaned up, it's getting late. You guys enjoy your party!" With that the Melon Lord waves goodbye, the melon kept under her arm.
Chica Mendez     Dorian's laughing brings a nice big grin and a couple chuckles from the elf, rubbing her forehead as she glances down to the giant mudstain on her ceremonial dress. "Yeah... I'd say it's worth the price of dry cleaning." With his introduction, the elf raises a brow. Still so theatrical. "Call me Chica or Mendez. I'm a talismonger. And apparently amateur trid star."

    Well, that's a new one. A child who actually doesn't rebel the firt time they're offered the chance. At least the elf takes the can back without making a fuss about it, instead reaching over to ruffle the blind girl's hair. "You'll be old enough soon. I'll just have to drink it for you for now." And so, she drains the rest of her can and pops open the next one, raising it in toast to Toph as she leaves.

     Now that a fire was on, Chica goes to sit down on one of the logs to enjoy the warmth. "I have an idea. Let's drop him in Redmond for a few days with a gun. If he can talk or shoot his way out in a week, we'll call him qualified."
Dorian Pavus     Dorian nods. "I didn't think that was his real name. If it was, given what I saw of him, it would be a tragically ironic name," he says, with a light teasing note in his voice as he too sits by the fire. He wasn't insulting the guy, no. But he did note the rather dandy-ish demeanor. He's more talking about the inability to fight than his mannerisms. '''Dorian''' of all people can't knock someone for their mannerisms, not with his own flamboyant nature. Geralt adds that caveat, and Dorian smirks. More seriously, he offers, "If he does run afoul of someone due to this, do call me. I'd hate to see my theatrics cost someone his life."

    Holy crap Dorian's being '''honest''' about his motivations! '''Is the sky falling?!'''

    Actually no. Dorian's just more honest around people he trusts. And he's been through enough alongside Geralt to know the Witcher well enough to trust him.

    Kotone's mention of keeping tabs on Dandelion gets a nod. "tha'ts probably a good idea, at least for a while," he agrees. "The dandy one will fall out of the villainous sorts' watch soon enough, once the excitement dies down. They'll eventually turn their attention elsewhere."

    Dorian levels a look at Toph, one that seems surprised. "Fifteen isn't old enough to drink?" he inquires. "If you were ten, I'd think that would be too young..." Ah, the beauty of differing world standards. But he also speaks up, "Ah, but you have a birthday coming up, I'll have to remember that." The mischievous smirk might make one wonder if that's a bad thing. "Take care of yourself, Toph," he offers as she departs.

    "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Chica," he replies to her introduction. The mention of a 'talismonger' gets a tilted head. "Oh, I believe I've heard your voice on the broadband before." As for her suggestion? Dorian shakes his head. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the place. But, given the suggestion, I assume it's a rough neighborhood."

    He pauses there, rubbing his chin in thought. To Chica, he offers, "I meant to ask you. Do you make healing periapts? I've a friend in need of healing. Sadly, it's a terminal case, but we've been trying to make him comfortable, slow the disease as much as possible, et cetera."

    Also yes. Now that he's seen the can opened, he figures out his own, and opens it to take a drink of the contents.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is busy drinking her beer. Is it Soy? She's not sure but she's drinking it well enough.

"Well then we shouldn't have to worry too much about it."

She grimaces at something on the radio and seems conerned but there's not much she can do.

" Heh named after a weed that seems to laugh in the face of anything people do to get rid of it?"

She looks to Dorian nodding a bit for a moment.

"Or if they get the attention of some of the more crazy Feds or even Union get wind of it. So Chica that was fun, you seemed to be getting into it, your self."
Geralt of Rivia      Geralt looks over at Chica as she comes up with an idea to qualify Dandelion. "You don't know Dandelion. He'll be outta there in two days, a woman on either arm, pockets full of coin - and half a dozen new tales to tell. Can't tell you his real name, tho'." He adds, to Dorian. "Witcher's Code."

     Other than that, Geralt's fairly quiet, drinking his beer and watching the flames. He does nod to Toph, however, when she leaves.
Chica Mendez      Dorian's kindness in this matter is actually surprising. Then again... "He does seem the type to get into somebody's wife if he had half the chance. I'm curious all of this was necessary in the first place. Have people been spreading rumors about dear Dandelion?" Chica snickers as she takes another pull of her beer, eyeing Geralt.

    The taste of the soybeer... Well, to be completely honest, there isn't much. It's incredibly bland, but pretty potent. Alcohol on her world had to be balanced out so orcs and trolls could get in on the fun more easily, as well.

    Chica, of course, knows Dorian by now, but she feigns thinking for a moment before shrugging. "Maybe. Forgive me if I've forgotten. Redmond... Well, let's say that it's a stain on my world that's not known for how great it is." She pauses in thought for a moment, frowning. "Sorry to hear about your friend. I don't do healing fetishes personally, though. Most of my magic is focused on being violent. I might be able to recommend someone, though."

    Kotone mentioning how she too got into the scene produces an easy grin. "I like putting shit on Aztechnology's name, too. It all worked out, putting the two together."

    Geralt's belief in his friend gets a raised brow from Chica, who shrugs slightly as she leans back. "Maybe you're right. I've seen people go into the Barrens and come out alright. Usually that means you've connected to the Yakuza or the Mafia, though."
Dorian Pavus     Dorian nods to Kotone's words. "I can hope neither of the factions take interest in this," he notes. "It doesn't seem exactly like the kind of world-altering plots that either one of them dive headlong into for whatever purpose."

    Geralt's assurances get a chuckle. "Not to worry, I wasn't going to ask." And then he smirks. "Witcher's Code, and also perhaps that he's your friend? You don't strike me as the type to humiliate yourself for anyone who you didn't think very highly of." He smirks. "Not to worry, your secret's safe." He winks conspiratorially.

    But he laughs at Chica's mention of Dandelion 'getting into someone's wife'. "He does, doesn't he?" he agrees, still chuckling. Though her description of Redmond gets a wry, "Oh, goodness. That sounds like my old home, Tevinter. The rest of my world is convinced anything from Tevinter, particularly mages, is evil and bent on world destruction." He did tell her this during the situation with escorting the mages away. But then, Dorian doesn't know he's talking to the same person who was there.

    Chica's mention of her talismans being generally for more violent ends gets a nod. "Ah, I see. Thank you," he responds, to her condolences. As for recommending someone? "I'd appreciate that, if you could. I've not yet sought outside help for his condition, but I think it's time I did," he observes.

    As for the beer? The people of Ferelden merely make beer to purify their water, not for its taste. And despite being from Tevinter, Dorian does have a fondness for Ferelden beer.
Geralt of Rivia      "No, no rumors. Dandelion's a known liar, gambler, whoremonger and lecher - but he's also my friend." Geralt shrugs again, nodding to Dorian as he picks up on it. "He asked."

     "But someone's wife?" Geralt leans back, and finishes off his beer. "Strong stuff," he says.

    Continuing, Geralt says of his friend: "A ring and a ritual wouldn't stop Dandelion. Not sure what could. Hell, heard he had an affair with the Duchess of Toussaint. That is, until she found him in the arms of Baroness Veronique..."
Chica Mendez     Chica picks up the conversation about the superfactions, and she nods emphatically... maybe a little too emphatically, as she takes another drink. "Mmn. I'll hear that. They hear one little thing and come diving without understanding anything about the worlds they're on. Did you know some woman wanted to anex my planet?" She shakes her head with an irritable scowl.

    A beep in her ear has her pulling on her shades again to start fiddling with an AR interface... It'd probably just look like her waving her hand around, though. "And speaking of which--the video's compiled, ready to be uploaded onto a safe device. Thanks for being such a good sport about this, Witcher."

    Friends... it's pretty easy to see how much the two men seem to care for theirs. It actually brings a big, tired smile to the elf's face. "The stuff's made with a little extra oomph. I'll ask my contact if she's willing to be namedropped. I'll let you know. The both of you are fools."
Dorian Pavus     Dorian's eyes go a bit wide at the mention of Dandelion and a possible affair with a Duchess. And then one with a Baroneforss directly after? "Scandalous," he declares. Then he grins. "I like it. Good man. People need scandal to keep them going. Gives them something to talk about. And gives them to think about ''besides'' killing each other."

    Chica's mention of someone trying to annex her planet gets a shake of Dorian's head. Mind it's only been recently he's come to understand what a 'planet' is, but he understands. "Someone was feeling very entitled, from the sounds of it." He smirks at the mention of the video, but is wisely silent about it. The mention of the contect gets a nod. "Please let your contact know I'm willing to meet her in a place where she has total advantage, and would go alone and unarmed. That's how important this is."

    And at the mention of being a fool? He smirks. "I've worn far worse labels than that," he notes. "And if it will bring him some peace, I would be willing to wear that label as a silly hat and parade around in my smallclothes."
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa says "I can see why you hate them from what I have said."

She seems to be chilling out and thinking about it for a moment.

"Ah I see, and the small fish know it's a bad idea to go after someone like that? Still I'm not sure what else to say on that to be honest and she finishes her drin.

"Don't look at me I'm honestly a nobody really far as my world is concerned. Just another cyborg honestly."
Geralt of Rivia      At the mention of being a fool, Geralt looks up from the fire and sets his golden cat-eyes on Chica. "How so?"

     "Easy," Geralt tells Dorian, shaking his head, "I'm not nearly drunk enough to handle something like that."
Chica Mendez     Slowly standing, Chica chugs the rest of her second beer and sets it down on the grass next to her. She opens her mouth to speak--and burps instead, and once she's done she gets right talking like she wasn't interrupted. "Because no good deed goes unpunished. Though I guess there's no point in worrying about that now." Slowly, she pushes herself up to her feet, and tosses all three of them another beer before picking up the rest of her pack.

    "If I'm going to get shitfaced, I should probably do it in my apartment. It's been fun. If any of you need something magical checked out or want some foci, I'll give you a discount." Turning, she waves over her head as she moves away from the flame. Just before she completely disappears, they'd probably hear her cracking another beer, and maybe her singing something in slightly slurred Spanish as she went.
Dorian Pavus     "You say that," Dorian replies, to Kotone. "But in my world an artificial person who wasn't a golem would be an amazing thing. So 'just another cyborg' can be an incredible thing, depending on who you ask," he points out.

    "Not to worry," Dorian reassures Geralt, with a smirk. "A camp in the middle of the woods isn't nearly public enough of a venue for that. And with a public venue, you'd want a ''real'' show. And I'd need ten silk scarves for that kind of show." It's... not entirely clear if he's kidding or not. Geralt probably doesn't want to know, either way.

    Chica makes to leave then, and Dorian offers a wave. "I'll definitely remember if I do need either," Dorian replies. "A lot of magic in the Multiverse is unfamiliar to me. Take care, Chica." And then he chuckles at hearing her singing. "I see one person's definition of 'piss drunk' is another's definition of 'slightly tipsy'," he remarks.