Slipstream I
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"Arngrim? Arngrim!?
Come on, snap out of it," Zynk said, speaking forcefully into
the mercenary's face.
"Mmmh? Zynk? Som'tink happ'ning,
huh? Wha's goin' on?"
The man clearly wasn't making
any sense. Although it was obvious that Arngrim was heavily
drunk, Zynk unfolded some of his sensors and scanned the man's
body to see how bad off he was. He had to hold the Norseman
upright whilst doing this to stop him falling over, not an
easy task even for him, considering how much the big lummox
weighted.
*SENSOR PROBE COMPLETE* *SUBJECT ID:
ARNGRIM* *BODY MASS: 178KG* *BLOOD ALCOHOL LEVEL: 27%*
Not good. It's going to take him several hours to
work this off under normal circumstances, and that's time we
just don't have. And to make matters worse, the warrior
had apparently noticed the smell of hamster dung on the robot
and was uneasily try to sidle away, or at least as close to
sidling as is possible when your leg's don't seem to be
co-operating with Mister Brain.
Zynk was trying to
decide the best plan of action to take when he felt a hand
clap down on his shoulder, and looked around to find one of
the men in black suits staring at him.
"Here, is this
guy your friend? I'm gonna have to ask you to either take him
outside or get him sobered up," the bouncer told him.
"I assure you," Zynk replied calmly, "that I am doing
the best I can to achieve those goals. Turning to the
mercenary, he said "Arngrim, do you want to go outside for a
bit to clear your head and get some fresh air?"
He
looked round as if he was having trouble seeing, then his eyes
more or less focused on Zynk. "Ye'h, thnks, I'll be doin'
tha'." He idly scooped his cup into the punch bowl in a 'one
for the road' measure and took a long drink, and stood stock
still.
Zynk could almost see the Banish-treated punch
working as he watched the warrior's face go through what
looked like exercises for a gurning competition. His eyes were
standing out and he looked like he'd been hit over the back of
the head again.
"Ohhh... aaah... Zynk? Hey, metal man,
is everything okay?" Arngrim groaned, apparantly almost sober
now and getting the full benefits of the hangover. "Man, what
happened to you?"
"I am fine, and DON'T ask
about the other. But our ally Beowulf is fighting against
demons nearby and may need our help."
"WHAT?!? C'mon,
let's get moving!" the warrior shouted, punching the air in
exultation. It'd been ages since he'd gotten into a
good fight, faced a good challenge. Together the two of them
mangled their way through the thick crowds towards their
teammate, sometimes forcibly shoving people out of the way
when there was no other alternative, and leaving the immensly
bemused bouncers behind them.
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OOC:
I was thinking of using a Banish to get Arngrim sobered up
anyway - it DOES cure poison and paralysis, after all - but
mucho thanks go to Minty for the take-off point.
My votes - since I didn't get into any
fights this round consider them people shoved out of the way
in the crowd - go to Ramsus, Cloud, Tifa, Randi and
Celes. I dunno, I guess I have a thing about only using
5 of my votes. My Reversal Vote goes to Tseng.
G'night, all! See you tomorrow in what's hopefully a
more serious round! *not that I haven't enjoyed this one,
meh*
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"Are you just a blade of grass,
to be blown in the wind?"
Last edited by Slipstream on 08-08-2001
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