06-14-2016, 10:12 AM
Nox admitted he had done nothing worthy of noting in his life. Dane was unsurprised. This boy seemed to be nothing special, yet he was another bloke like Damien, although, thankfully, that surge of power which followed was not as intimidating.
The boy was brave to flex those muscles that he did possess. At that, Dane smiled like mates sharing a secret. "Yes indeed you are correct, my friend." His answer was of normal conversational volume again, this time highlighting his own posh accent. One which stood greatly out of place in the rubbish pub.
In an effort to elicit a smile from his new friend, Dane himself flicked a meager strand of power at the bartender, causing the bottle of triple sec in his hands to wobble. The amusement grew as the bartender flailed for the failing grip, and the bottle crashed to the floor. A puddle of sticky liquid puddled under his feet.
"Whoops," Dane uttered while the man danced out of the sticky mess. "A feast for the ants," Dane added.
He sat back and watched Nox's reaction closely. But he maintained a joking aire about himself as he added, "but there are far too many of those. Perhaps we should simply burn the building to the ground and save them the trouble of an exterminator."
"Joking. Of course." Not really.
The boy was brave to flex those muscles that he did possess. At that, Dane smiled like mates sharing a secret. "Yes indeed you are correct, my friend." His answer was of normal conversational volume again, this time highlighting his own posh accent. One which stood greatly out of place in the rubbish pub.
In an effort to elicit a smile from his new friend, Dane himself flicked a meager strand of power at the bartender, causing the bottle of triple sec in his hands to wobble. The amusement grew as the bartender flailed for the failing grip, and the bottle crashed to the floor. A puddle of sticky liquid puddled under his feet.
"Whoops," Dane uttered while the man danced out of the sticky mess. "A feast for the ants," Dane added.
He sat back and watched Nox's reaction closely. But he maintained a joking aire about himself as he added, "but there are far too many of those. Perhaps we should simply burn the building to the ground and save them the trouble of an exterminator."
"Joking. Of course." Not really.