Absinthe is just happy that she’s being seized up as a potential asset and not a victim. That’s the kind of standards we’re working with here, though as she walks up to center of the street with the swagger of a high school theater kid auditioning for the big play, a little bit of common sense does give her enough pause to look back at Ardyn and squint- “-y’know, we didn’t talk about what exactly we’re going to-?”
They don’t have an actual plan, do they?
Well, they’ve got kind of an idea of a plan.
She’s not gonna tell an alleged mass murderer guy to stop and pull out the drawing board again.
Absinthe looks back at the street, pulls out the arcane focus she wears on a cord around her neck (a crystal), and chants her incantation for Eldritch Blast; she lets go of her crystal as two spectral daggers materialise in both hands, shifting through a prismatic range of colours before very abruptly settling on red. A glow begins to flare off the blades, as if they were red-hot enough to warp the air around them.
“Chickens! Get the fuck outta here!”
She just finds the first uncontrolled fowl she sees and shoots the closest object to it with a dagger. She’s only been a Warlock for a single level but it’s hard to ignore the siren call of Solving All Your Problems With Eldritch Blast.
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Absinthe is just happy that she’s being seized up as a potential asset and not a victim. That’s the kind of standards we’re working with here, though as she walks up to center of the street with the swagger of a high school theater kid auditioning for the big play, a little bit of common sense does give her enough pause to look back at Ardyn and squint- “-y’know, we didn’t talk about what exactly we’re going to-?”
They don’t have an actual plan, do they?
Well, they’ve got kind of an idea of a plan.
She’s not gonna tell an alleged mass murderer guy to stop and pull out the drawing board again.
Absinthe looks back at the street, pulls out the arcane focus she wears on a cord around her neck (a crystal), and chants her incantation for Eldritch Blast; she lets go of her crystal as two spectral daggers materialise in both hands, shifting through a prismatic range of colours before very abruptly settling on red. A glow begins to flare off the blades, as if they were red-hot enough to warp the air around them.
“Chickens! Get the fuck outta here!”
She just finds the first uncontrolled fowl she sees and shoots the closest object to it with a dagger. She’s only been a Warlock for a single level but it’s hard to ignore the siren call of Solving All Your Problems With Eldritch Blast.