Post by Finn Whelan on Feb 26, 2020 17:46:24 GMT
"Oh, ho-" Finn loosed a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he risked the gesture of placing a hand on Kendry's cheek to tentatively turn his face so he could examine the damage with a bit more thoroughness.
"Surprisingly enough, it's not my own backside I'm worried about," The Pirate explained, his stare blank, unreadable.
"I'm more worried about the marring of your pretty face. Tis no bigger pity than a fool too stupid to refrain from damaging true beauty in this world."
What a waste the man had been laid to rest so quickly.
"I would relish the ability to drag him kicking and screaming from the underworld only to slowly, methodically, send him back there myself."
"No-" he answered Kendry's question, "The one guard I had to deal with was easily distracted by a small bit of 'destruction of property' in the other room." He grinned a smile, not unlike the expression of 'the cat who got the canary'.
"Egg's home and out of our hands," brushing his together in a show of wiping the metaphorical dirt from them, "But you're right. As soon as they see it's back where it belongs it won't take them long to figure out who put it back there."
Namely...me.
"We can head back to Calypso's. Lavinia is a lot of bark, but she's a complete mother-hen. She'll be able to get your handsome face tip-top in no time, mate."
The Pirate put his arm around the other's waist, clearly not taking any protest on the matter for an answer. The guy had been put through the ringer and Finn wasn't about to let him go crashing into the ground again before they got back to the tavern.
"C'mon, handsome," the Captain piped, his cheery bravado re-emerging, "Let's getcha patched up. Heave-ho and all that!"
Toting the mercenary back to his favorite haunt and immediately depositing him in one of the chairs near the tavern's main counter.
"Finneas James Whelan!" Came a the scolding tone of a mother who'd just found her two-year-old son with his hand in the cookie jar.
"By the great goddess' bosom what didya do to the poor, lad!?" Lavinia barked, practically throwing Finn out of the way as the Pirate staggered to catch himself against an adjacent table.
"I swear," he crossed his finger over his heart, "This time it was not me-...well...most of it was not me..."
The Romani woman smacked him upside the head as she barked at one of her girls to gather up some of her medical supplies from the back.
"And for the love of-- Would someone get this poor boy a stiff drink?" Another girl skittering off to do that as well.
"Make it two," Finn called after the girl to be met with a finger of warning aimed in his direction that seemed to say 'not another word'. His hands splayed out in mock-surrender.
"Surprisingly enough, it's not my own backside I'm worried about," The Pirate explained, his stare blank, unreadable.
"I'm more worried about the marring of your pretty face. Tis no bigger pity than a fool too stupid to refrain from damaging true beauty in this world."
What a waste the man had been laid to rest so quickly.
"I would relish the ability to drag him kicking and screaming from the underworld only to slowly, methodically, send him back there myself."
"No-" he answered Kendry's question, "The one guard I had to deal with was easily distracted by a small bit of 'destruction of property' in the other room." He grinned a smile, not unlike the expression of 'the cat who got the canary'.
"Egg's home and out of our hands," brushing his together in a show of wiping the metaphorical dirt from them, "But you're right. As soon as they see it's back where it belongs it won't take them long to figure out who put it back there."
Namely...me.
"We can head back to Calypso's. Lavinia is a lot of bark, but she's a complete mother-hen. She'll be able to get your handsome face tip-top in no time, mate."
The Pirate put his arm around the other's waist, clearly not taking any protest on the matter for an answer. The guy had been put through the ringer and Finn wasn't about to let him go crashing into the ground again before they got back to the tavern.
"C'mon, handsome," the Captain piped, his cheery bravado re-emerging, "Let's getcha patched up. Heave-ho and all that!"
Toting the mercenary back to his favorite haunt and immediately depositing him in one of the chairs near the tavern's main counter.
"Finneas James Whelan!" Came a the scolding tone of a mother who'd just found her two-year-old son with his hand in the cookie jar.
"By the great goddess' bosom what didya do to the poor, lad!?" Lavinia barked, practically throwing Finn out of the way as the Pirate staggered to catch himself against an adjacent table.
"I swear," he crossed his finger over his heart, "This time it was not me-...well...most of it was not me..."
The Romani woman smacked him upside the head as she barked at one of her girls to gather up some of her medical supplies from the back.
"And for the love of-- Would someone get this poor boy a stiff drink?" Another girl skittering off to do that as well.
"Make it two," Finn called after the girl to be met with a finger of warning aimed in his direction that seemed to say 'not another word'. His hands splayed out in mock-surrender.