Xeno looked down at his wavering, transparent body. It was not at all what he expected to see. Ghost, he could handle. Tall, he had rather grown accustomed to of late. But githzerai, well - that was not at all what he was prepared for or willing to deal with.
"Why aren't you a gnome?" asked Kobayashi - who was looking a whole lot more solid - in fact, was the solidist, realest person in the group right now. Xeno felt a supreme peeve building up. Not only did he hate not having an answer for the dead monk, but even more than that he hated not having an answer for himself.
"I don't know, CHAOS??" He hoped that would mollify him. For the time being, it did.
Gigamesh turned the Crimson Tzar's tsotchke over and over in his hands. The porcelain bluebird looked mass-produced, and even for that fact, it looked a little sloppy. Why did it prey on his mind so? What the hell was it supposed to be? The Bluebird of Happiness? Ironic, that; he hadn't been happy in quite some time. Certainly not since they came to this place, not since Xeno's little 'accident'- and how could he continue to call it an 'accident' with a straight face?
Rodant was recounting every last detail of his incarceration, including the dubious details of how he had 'wrestled three guards to the floor before the fourth one got' him. Unlikely story, especially in this annoyingly law-abiding plane. He more likely succumbed to the tidal wave of paperwork that accompanied his arrest than any guards using physical. force.
They were approaching the three ships now, and Gigamesh looked up from the clay bird to see Xoe looking down from the deck of her ship - the one they called Dashiell - with a look of rare concern on her face.
"Hey guys. Is my brother with you?"
"Yes. I'm right here in fact."
"Sorry, you're a bit... transparent."
'That's nothing compared to how I feel..."
"Anyway, there's someone up here who's asking for you."
"Someone who can maybe tell me how to not be dead?"
"Well, no. A mind flayer. A really old one."
"Oh. Great."
Xeno climbed the rope ladder Xoe had lowered for the others. He may have been non-corporeal, but it didn't mean he had to act non-corporeal. He had always been able to affect his reality by doggedly denying it. Perhaps this was just another example. The others followed him up.
When he reached the deck, Xoe looked in her brother's non-corporeal eyes with a mix of confusion and even more confusion.
"Wait a minute... Why are you a githzerai?" Underneath the unfamiliar and unsettling visage of githzeraishness and ghostitude, a familiar, frenetic look passed over her brother's face. So much had happened in the last few hours. What the hells had he done now that even in death things were screwed up? He pushed past her in a huff of agitation and undeath.
"What does he want? How does he know bout me?'
"He didn't say," she half whispered, turning to follow him. "When Dashiell kicked him out of the lifejammer, he sort of started to weep, beating his fists on the floor and sobbing your name. It took us a while to get up the courage to ask him what was wrong..."
Xeno made his way to a room off the bridge. In it, a low palette held what appeared to be a sour, wizened illithid. Two rheumy eyes floated damply above a number of cracked, dry tentacles. They quivered in agitation when the group entered the room.
"What's this?" the old brain-sucker hissed at Xoe. "Where's Xeno?"
"I am here. Who dare asks?" The mind flayer looked nonplussed, which, if we were scoring on merit, nonplussing a mind flayer would be worth like, ten thousand points...
"Wait a minute... Why are you a githzerai?"
Rodant was recounting every last detail of his incarceration, including the dubious details of how he had 'wrestled three guards to the floor before the fourth one got' him. Unlikely story, especially in this annoyingly law-abiding plane. He more likely succumbed to the tidal wave of paperwork that accompanied his arrest than any guards using physical. force.
They were approaching the three ships now, and Gigamesh looked up from the clay bird to see Xoe looking down from the deck of her ship - the one they called Dashiell - with a look of rare concern on her face.
"Hey guys. Is my brother with you?"
"Yes. I'm right here in fact."
"Sorry, you're a bit... transparent."
'That's nothing compared to how I feel..."
"Anyway, there's someone up here who's asking for you."
"Someone who can maybe tell me how to not be dead?"
"Well, no. A mind flayer. A really old one."
"Oh. Great."
Xeno climbed the rope ladder Xoe had lowered for the others. He may have been non-corporeal, but it didn't mean he had to act non-corporeal. He had always been able to affect his reality by doggedly denying it. Perhaps this was just another example. The others followed him up.
When he reached the deck, Xoe looked in her brother's non-corporeal eyes with a mix of confusion and even more confusion.
"Wait a minute... Why are you a githzerai?" Underneath the unfamiliar and unsettling visage of githzeraishness and ghostitude, a familiar, frenetic look passed over her brother's face. So much had happened in the last few hours. What the hells had he done now that even in death things were screwed up? He pushed past her in a huff of agitation and undeath.
"What does he want? How does he know bout me?'
"He didn't say," she half whispered, turning to follow him. "When Dashiell kicked him out of the lifejammer, he sort of started to weep, beating his fists on the floor and sobbing your name. It took us a while to get up the courage to ask him what was wrong..."
Xeno made his way to a room off the bridge. In it, a low palette held what appeared to be a sour, wizened illithid. Two rheumy eyes floated damply above a number of cracked, dry tentacles. They quivered in agitation when the group entered the room.
"What's this?" the old brain-sucker hissed at Xoe. "Where's Xeno?"
"I am here. Who dare asks?" The mind flayer looked nonplussed, which, if we were scoring on merit, nonplussing a mind flayer would be worth like, ten thousand points...
"Wait a minute... Why are you a githzerai?"
xeno challenges bergenheis
dodgeball chaos mushrooms
bob
Spencer tries to strike and is frozen
kobayashi strikes and wins ff/gun/squirrel
meet Clavdivs and are confused
back to MindFlayer
amulet
Gigamesh
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