The Date

[Vilmah]

((From Monday night.))

The guild meeting had gone well. They had gone over Scrapper and Guardian quests, and introduced their newer members. Finally, it was over. Vilmah saluted everyone, and turned to leave. On the way out, she noticed Nojinbu melt into the shadows and dissapear. Thinking to herself, about the recent conversation she'd had with Ulroci, she called out in her most un-bossy tone, "Nojiiiiinbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?"

The rogue called back. "... WHAT?!"

Vilmah giggled. "Could you come here pleeeeeeaaaaase?"

The rogue sighed and made his way to Vilmah. The Ring of Valor was mostly empty, and he was glad for that at least. Finally he found her, hands behind her back in one of the corridors, waiting patiently. He emerged from the shadows. "Yeah?"

"Oh! Hallo, there," she said shyly.

He could tell there was something on her mind. "...what be da problem?"

"Oh, no problem," she replied, twisting her regrowing ponytail with a finger. "I was just wondering..."

"...yeah.....?"

"Well, what do you think of my new armor?"

Earlier, when they found Fhenrir in Winterspring, Nojinbu had poked fun at Vilmah's armor. It consisted of little more than a metal bra, and leather panties that hooked to metal leggings. Now that he examined it more closeley, it became apparent what she was getting at. "I-it.. be nice.."

Vilmah smiled, pleased. This might not be so hard after all! "Well then, I was wondering.."

"Yeah?"

"How do I put this..." She began to think back to her days in the Rest In Peace Inn, and it's various conversations reguarding the subject. "I guess when in doubt, I'll use a quote. 'How would you like to see it thrown in a corner?'"

Nojinbu's mouth dropped. "..w-what??"

Vilmah frowned. "I knew it... too direct... forget it, it's nothing."

The troll was stunned. He didn't know how to respond, until suddenly, a voice emerged in his ear. It was the low voice of an older orc. "What are you doing??"

Nojinbu blinked in shock. The voice continued.

"Oh, right. I'm using nanite technology that I planted on you to communicate. It looks like you need my help!"

Jobolg, Nojinbu thought.

And so the mental battle commenced. Jobolg gave Nojinbu advice, while Vilmah stood, curiously watching as the scarred troll seemed to converse with himself. "Um.. Nojin?"

"Ah, yeah.." He cleared his throat, and stumbled through words. "Ya.. ya look... radiant, Vil."

The orc blushed, and turned away. "Well thank you! That's a very sweet thing to say..."

Nojinbu continued his internal struggle. Finally, he coughed and stood straight. "Alright... okay, well.. gimme moment, wouldja?"

Vilmah didn't have time to respond as Nojinbu vanished into the shadows. Somewhere, she heard the sounds of a struggle. Eventually, he made his way back.

"Alrigh," he said, still looking nervous. "Ah guess... lead da way?"

"Oh, you mean now??" Vilmah looked away, blushing furiously. "I thought we could set a day. You know... so that it would be special?"

Nojinbu nodded, looking solomn.

Vilmah pouted. "You don't look as happy as I thought you'd be.."

"Oh, ah am!" He said, waving his hands. Another internal struggle seemed to commence. He frowned, and tried to recover. "Ah mean, ah'm just... 'dis ain't expected."

The Warboss of Sanctuary bit her lips in thought. "Well no, I know it isn't.. but.. I mean, we've been in love for a long time, now. I thought maybe we should.. I mean.. you know.."

Nojinbu nodded. "Alrigh', den. You jus' tell me when ya be ready."

"How's Friday night, for you?"

The troll paused. "Ah... Friday. Dat be fine."

Vilmah grinned. "Okay then! Friday. It'll be perfectly romantic!" She walked over to the nerve wracked troll, and hugged him. After a few seconds, he hugged her back. The two stood for a moment, then kissed before Vilmah saluted him, and left.

"Well, that was fun!" Jobolg said in Nojinbu's mind. "Now, if you need anything else, simply press a button on the device in your ear. It will provide you with many flowery words that she'll love to hear! Just trust me. Jobolg knows the ladies."

Nojinbu smacked his forehead. "Ah don' need ya help!"

"Yeah, right," Jobolg mused. "And by the way... congratulations!"

The troll sighed. It would be a long week 'till Friday.

[Noury]

(( Nojin's gonna get lucky! /cheers.... ))

[Vilmah]

(( Nojin's gonna get lucky! /cheers.... ))

((Finally! :D ))

[Laron]

/cheer
Go Nojinbu!!!
Does Najme have to give Vilmah some pointers?

[Vilmah]

Does Najme have to give Vilmah some pointers?

((Oh dear God...!!))

[Laron]

Or should Laron be the one giving tips... :lol:

[Chingaso]

((Aargh! Chingaso's "crush" is officially thwarted...))

[Lelenia]

(( Well...that was rather abrupt...shall I pull out the cheezy porn music? :twisted: ))

[Vilmah]

((Aargh! Chingaso's "crush" is officially thwarted...))

((Wait, WHAT?!? Explain THAT one to me!!))

[Noury]

(( Well...that was rather abrupt...shall I pull out the cheezy porn music? :twisted: ))

(( I dunno, that probably counts as orc foreplay.. :) ))

[Vilmah]

(( I dunno, that probably counts as orc foreplay.. :) ))

((Hey hey hey, give the girl a break. She's been holding out for that "special someone" and doesn't know what the hell to say.))

[Chingaso]

((Aargh! Chingaso's "crush" is officially thwarted...))
((Wait, WHAT?!? Explain THAT one to me!!))
((OK, either I haven't been as "public" with it (maybe I only told Chaindog) or you haven't been paying attention...))

[Laron]

Chingaso.... I had no idea you had a secret crush on Nojinbu... :P

[Vilmah]

((OK, either I haven't been as "public" with it (maybe I only told Chaindog) or you haven't been paying attention...))

((Yeah, you never did crap to let me even IMAGINE he had a crush on Vilmah. I would have played with that something fierce! And hey, nobody knows about this conversation save Vil, Jo and Noj, so I'm hereby making this RP open. Get in here and lets work this out.))

[Chingaso]

Chingaso.... I had no idea you had a secret crush on Nojinbu... :P
Not man-crush... :roll:

[Noury]

Chingaso.... I had no idea you had a secret crush on Nojinbu... :P
Not man-crush... :roll:

(( ** runs off to go tattle to Lelenia.. ** :wink: ))

[Chingaso]

((OK, either I haven't been as "public" with it (maybe I only told Chaindog) or you haven't been paying attention...))
((Yeah, you never did crap to let me even IMAGINE he had a crush on Vilmah. I would have played with that something fierce! And hey, nobody knows about this conversation save Vil, Jo and Noj, so I'm hereby making this RP open. Get in here and lets work this out.))
((So, all of the unsolicited tells were too subtle?))

[Cloudspeak]

(( I dunno, that probably counts as orc foreplay.. :) ))

((Hey hey hey, give the girl a break. She's been holding out for that "special someone" and doesn't know what the hell to say.))

I'm special. And I'm hung like a bull.

[Vilmah]

Walking through Orgrimmar, Vilmah has a broad smile on her face. All of the months of strenuous flirtation with Nojinbu were beginning to become something. Even if he didn't seem as enthusiastic as she did... she knew he must have been hiding his feelings.

...wasn't he?

Vilmah frowned. Why wasn't he excited? Wasn't he a male? Weren't all men supposed to be excited about this sort of thing?? In the midst of her musing, she bumped into someone tall. "Ouch! Oh, excuse me.."

[Niethan]

((OK, either I haven't been as "public" with it (maybe I only told Chaindog) or you haven't been paying attention...))
((Yeah, you never did crap to let me even IMAGINE he had a crush on Vilmah. I would have played with that something fierce! And hey, nobody knows about this conversation save Vil, Jo and Noj, so I'm hereby making this RP open. Get in here and lets work this out.))

((Chingy's not the only one going to be heartbroken. Hee, poor Niethan. :D Kinda makes you wonder how many admirers Vilmah has.))

[Vilmah]

((Chingy's not the only one going to be heartbroken. Hee, poor Niethan. :D Kinda makes you wonder how many admirers Vilmah has.))

((WHAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?))

[Niethan]

((Hehehe. The surpise is almost worth the loss of the Unrequited plotarc I've been waiting to implement.))

[Vilmah]

((Hehehe. The surpise is almost worth the loss of the Unrequited plotarc I've been waiting to implement.))

((No. Fuck that. We're working this out NOW. You will have your plot arc. All of this information is too good not to use.))

[Niethan]

"Lessee... arrows, check. Bottles o' water, check. Kitty snacks, check..."

Padding beside him in the busy streets, Sigrun rumbled up at Niethan, as if to suggest the very -idea- of Kitty Treats was beneath her. Unless they were tasty.

Niethan chortled at her, one hand leaving his To Aquire list to rub her ears. He grabbed his pen again and resumed his checklist.

"Armor maintenence, check. List of parts ta aquire fo' de Anti-Zombie Kit, check-- oof!"

He pitched forward as something knocked him off balance, quickly going up on his toes to both regain balance and avoid tripping over the moonstalker. Sigrun raised her eyebrows, then smiled at the disruption, rumbling quietly. Seeing her not angry, Niethan turned around curiously.

"Oh! Hey dere, Vil. Ya okay?"

[Vilmah]

"Oh! Hiya, Nieth!" She said cheerfully. Vilmah reached out a hand and pat Sigrun on the head. "Awww, who's a pretty girl... you are... ooh! Guess what I've got??"

Reaching into her backpack, she fished around for a few seconds before pulling out a large tuna.

"I was gonna sell this, but here ya go!" She said with a grin, laying the fish at Sigrun's feet. "What'r you up to, Nieth?"

[Niethan]

Niethan grinned at the estatic Sigrun, who had immediately purred and taken the fish. "Jus' stocking up on a few supplies befo' heading back out. Don' like cities much. Too many people."

He looked away from the happy cat and back to Vilmah. "Yaself? I don' see ya aroun' much dese days."

[Vilmah]

"Oh, I've been busy in Silithus. Bugs everywhere..." She shook her head and shuddered. "Plus, Sanctuary's been getting awful big. We just had another guild meeting, and you wouldn't believe how many new scrappers and guardians we've had to test!"

Vilmah sighed and yawned. "I was just about to go get some sleep before heading back out to Silithus, actually.. but um.. I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something. You being a man and all..."

She paused, and giggled.

"At least most of the time.."

[Niethan]

Niethan gave a brief snort of amusement, and nodded.

"Fair enough, I guess. Na sure what bein' male has ta do wit it, but wha' did ya need?

[Chingaso]

Chingaso walk through street of Orgrimmar, resolute and irritate. Chingaso surprise survive night. Not that Chingaso not appreciate Chaindog arrange for meet with elf Lelenia, but in mid of Stormwind? Catacomb of Chapel of Light private enough, but in mid of Stormwind!

Then there whole problem of Lelenia. Elf priest, leader of guild; what see in Chingaso, and what want from? Elf know on opposite side, but continue pursue. Chingaso think trust now, but not know what do about.

As Chingaso walk down drag, see Vilmah, and heart leap in throat. Now there fine example of she-Orc. Even Warboss of Sanctuary guild. Chingaso hunt with Vilmah once or twice, and very impress. And attract like not before with she-orc. But Chingaso resolve once again, keep feel to self; Chingaso know of Vilmah and Nojinbu, and Chingaso not thief.

As Chingaso watch, notice Vilmah distract as run into Neithan. Chingaso try get closer to hear, but not catch word; still, seem Neithan very friendly Vilmah as well. Chingaso wonder if troll have honor like Chingaso...

[Vilmah]

She wiggled her nose in thought of her to say it. "Well, you know how.. you know, Nojinbu and I.. we've been sort of... how do I even describe it? I mean, we care for eachother, but we haven't done anything... like that, I mean."

By now, the color in her cheeks has increased.

"Well, after tonight's meeting I met with him and asked if... well, if we could change that," she looks away from him, so he can't see her distress. "He agreed, but he didn't sound very... enthusiastic. And I thought that him being a man and all, that he would be. What do you think? Is there something wrong with me?"

[Zasein]

Zasien rode on the back of his war raptor, exilerhated by the speed at wich it ran. He could feel the wind spirits wispering in his ear as he rode, tapping the reings to guide the raptor around an unmounted undead that it could have knocked over with ease. He was on his way to the Hall of Heros to get some supplies when he spotted Niethan.

"Greetings brother." He said as he rode up beside the other troll, nodding his head in greeting to Vilmah.

[Niethan]

Niethan's immediate reaction-- to say "Vil, dere's not'ing wrong wit ya"-- died in his throat at the sudden convergence of the shaman into the conversation. It ended up as more of a surprised 'gackt' sound.

Sigrun bowed her head at Zasien, ever courteous. Then she returned to her fish- Siggy knew how to prioritize.

Seeing no help from the furred quarter, Niethan tried to salvage the conversation.

Step 1: Cheerful greeting to offset rudeness of ignoring him.

"Hey dere, Zas!"

Step 2: Reassurance

"Now Vil, dere's not'ing wrong wit ya. Nojin jus' don' seem de type ta express hisself out loud, ya know? Is in de actions."

Error: Nojinbu's reaction was an action. Niethan cursed inside his head, hearing the dim echo of a pale smirk.

Damage Control.

"Er, na so much in de initial reaction, righ'? De t'ings he does in day ta day, I mean."

[Vilmah]

Vilmah looked at Zasien and smiled, giving him as cheerful a wave as she could before Niethan said "Is in de actions."

At this point, her face sunk in dissapointment.

"Er, na so much in de initial reaction, righ'? De t'ings he does in day ta day, I mean."

She put her hand on her forehead, looking distressed. "This was a bad idea... how in the world did I ever think it would be a good idea?? He's probably not interested at all!"

In the midst of her ramblings, she notices an orc in the distance. He's huge, imposing, but bears the resemblance of "Chingaso!" Vilmah said with a friendly smile and a wave. "I didn't even see you, there! Hah.. serves me right for going through such a stupid crisis.."

[Niethan]

Niethan made a distressed noise, seeing the hurt and sadness on Vilmah's face. He shook his hands in a 'no' gesture, then swallowed hard.

Defending Nojinbu was actively painful. His pulse beat against the bright green streak of envy lodged in his chest. But hiding was Niethan's standard operating procedure, even from himself. He buried the traitorous emotion.

"Ack, das na wha' I meant, Vil! I'm sure he's interested in ya, he jus' don' know how ta adjust ta it! He don' strike me as de type a guy ta admit ta anyt'ing. Na everyone can speak up abou' stuff like dis, dey jus' kinda keep it under dey skin, ya know?"

He huffed, running a hand through his hair, not even noticing Sigrun's concerned gaze. "I mean, t'ink abou' de stuff he does dat he don' have to. Dere's a whole list of it. Jus' little t'ings ta make ya feel better, or more welcome, or ta protect ya."

[Chingaso]

"Chingaso!" Vilmah said with a friendly smile and a wave. "I didn't even see you, there! Hah.. serves me right for going through such a stupid crisis.."

Caught, Chingaso have no choice but respond. "Hello, Vilmah. Chingaso just walk and think, like usual. Just see Vilmah talk to Neithan, so not interrupt..."

Inside, Chingaso guts twist in knots Chingaso not sure how untie.

[Vilmah]

She thought about Niethan's words, and her mood lifted just slightly. "Well.. that's true. But then, he's my second in command.. what if he's only so nice to me because I'm his commanding officer?"

Her eyes went wide at the thought.

"Oh no... what if he thinks that he can't say no??" Immidiately, her lip quivvers at the thought. "What a horrible leader that would make me! Oh geez, Niethan, this is horrible.. I'm calling it off right now, before I totally ruin things.. what in the world was I thinking??"

[Chingaso]

Chingaso not know conversation, but hear last bit.

"Vilmah call what off? Why Vilmah upset? Who upset Vilmah? Will answer to Chingaso!"

[Vilmah]

Vilmah smiled sadly at Chingaso and shook her head in dissapointment. "Oh, it's nothing you can help with I don't think.. y'see, Nojin and I planned... well.. a date! And he was really really..." she takes a deep breath and nearly cries out the last few words. "Really reluctant!"

[Niethan]

Niethan sighed, knowing that this was called 'twisting the knife.'

"Vilmah, listen. Ya so upset ya being silly. Firs' off, Nojinbu was interested in ya befo' ya were his boss, so das na it."

The nice cool numbness of denial was a familiar friend.

"Ya a strong an' confident lady, an' he knows it. But he also knows ya compassionate an' nice, so ya not forcing him."

Sigrun rumbled; he reached one hand down to rub her ears. "Don' call it off, Vil."

[Chingaso]

"Nojinbu reluctant? Then Nojinbu fool."

Chingaso reach for comment before slip out, but miss and say out loud...this not go very well. :oops:

[Niethan]

Niethan paused, hearing Chingaso's comment. He agreed wholeheartedly... but what an odd thing to say.

A grey ribbon of suspicion joined the green spike of envy.

[Vilmah]

"Aw, thanks Chingaso.." she smiled at him and put a hand on his shoulder, then one on Niethan's. "You're both good good friends. And you're right, Niethan. Maybe I'm making all this up. But I still can't help but feel like..."

Her thoughts drifted, somewhere, and she dropped her hands back to her sides.

"Hm.. what should I do now?"

[Niethan]

At her hand on his shoulder, Niethan couldn't help but recall an offhand comment from the troll in question; Vilmah's skin -was- a furnace.

"Um...talk ta him woul' probably be good. So long as ya remember a lot of guys don' admit ta t'ings like... being scared, or worried."

[Vilmah]

"What do you think he's worried about?" She asks him, with a blatant look of curiosity on her face. "What could he be scared of, with me? I don't think I could hurt him if I tried..."

[Niethan]

"Scared of change, mos'ly. De familiar is comfortable, so some people woul' rather keep wit what dey know in a relationship den risk damaging it by introducing somet'ing new."

He shrugged, feeling Sigrun grumble against his mailed leg.

"Even introducing a good new t'ing. It changes de way de relationship is set up. He migh' be nervous abou' it."

[Vilmah]

"Oh, I see.." She mulled over the idea, wondering if she'd remain in a constant state of curiosity forever. Things didn't look promising, the way things were going.

Finally, she sighed.

"I do wish he were as easy to talk to, as you are. Nojin's always been the quiet type, and I never know what he's thinking.." she said, then sucked in her cheeks.

[Zasein]

((Gosh, you guys post fast. I'll just have to troll around more.))

"I don't know Nojinbu, but I'm sure Niethan is right." He didn't know what was going on, but he understood that Vilmah had a relationship with, by the name he guessed, the troll. "If he asked you to come with him on a date, he may seem reluctent to go because he feels alkward and unsure... he did ask you, didn't he?"

[Vilmah]

She shakes her head and looks sheepishly at Zasien.

"Um, no.. actually. I asked him."

[Zasein]

"Well, then he is probibly just not sure how to react, and afraid to admit his feelings. As I said, I don't know Nojinbu, but I think thats what Niethan was saying... and it is likely."

Zasien replied. He hoped he had the wisdom to help here, but the elements don't have anything to say about love, and love doesn't abide by reason.

[Vilmah]

She nods. "You could be right, there.. after all, he did say he loved me. Once." She paused. "When he was drunk."

Vilmah frowned.

"That doesn't sound very good at all, does it?"

[Zasein]

"Drunkness makes people do things they wouldn't normally do. Being the quiet type, he probibly wouldn't have said it normally. Don't worry so much, its just a date."

Or was it? Vilmah seemed wise enough not to be so anxious about "Just a date." He thought to himself. He mentally sighed and dismounted his raptor. It was well trianed and didn't budge, even after his feet touched the ground. It seemed he would be staying here longer than he planned. Not like there was anything important he had to do. He wasn't needed in the battlegorunds. Not yet anyway.

"It is just a date, isn't it, Vilmah?" He asked, mentally berating himself for betraying his suspicion in his tone of voice.

[Vilmah]

She looked away from Zasien, and dug her toe into the ground. "Well, no.. it was sort of gonna be.. the um... the first time we'd do... stuff."

Sucking in her cheeks, she felt her skin break out in gooseflesh.

"I thought we could set a date so that it would be romantic. Now it feels like a bad idea.."

[Zasein]

Zasien listened to her reply, he was right. "I'm sorry Vilmah, I didn't mean to pry. It really is none of my buisness. But, I'm sure you've had a lot of time to think about this, and if its what you want, I'm sure you'll be making the right choice."

It was her choice. Did he aprove, not really. Was he really in any position to approve or dissaprove, nope. He was just a shaman. Why had he even gotten into this converstion anyway? Vilmah could take care of herself.

"It explains why Nojinbu was seemed then, it could have made him feel very alkward."

[Niethan]

Niethan figeted uncomfortably. This was definitely edging into murky territory.

[Vilmah]

"Well I don't wanna make him feel awkward," she said, at a loss. "I thought that it was something that people who love eachother would want to share.. I didn't think it would be so complicated. Especially when I talk to people like Clys and Daala and Okhu.. they make it sound so nice."

She pauses.

"Well... maybe they're not good examples. Huh. You know, I just realized... the only girls I've ever spoken to about this sort of thing are only attracted to other girls."

[Chingaso]

"Hm.. what should I do now?"
Chingaso not know what say, but not seem problem for Neithan. Trolls always so chatty? Chaindog like talk, but not in chatty yammer. What wrong with Neithan? Why act like ... nervous?

[Laron]

((Fighting the urge to join the story...))

[Lelenia]

"the only girls I've ever spoken to about this sort of thing are only attracted to other girls."

(( O.o....facinating. Names? :twisted: ))

[Vilmah]

(( O.o....facinating. Names? :twisted: ))


Clys and Daala and Okhu

((It's an epidemic, I tells ya!))

[Zasein]

"I can't really advise you about this type of thing, but usually people make a commitment to each other before doing 'stuff'. It bonds you tighter than ever, and such a bond shoudn't be made lightly. Do what you want to do, just try not to get hurt." Zasien said, there he went again, advising her.

He wished he knew exactly what was going on, he wished he could say just what she needed to hear to make the right choice, but he was just a shaman, nothing more. This was alkward, very alkward. He was being nosy lately...

[Niethan]

((Why not? Trainwrecks are fun.))

Niethan glanced back and forth between Vilmah and Zasien, following the conversation. He no longer had any idea how to contribute; he wanted Vilmah to be happy, so if Nojinbu was making her unhappy, he should advise drawing away from him. But Nojinbu made Vilmah happy when he wasn't confusing, so therefore he thought he should help to resolve the issue so Vilmah would be happy with Nojinbu...

And all the tension was making his ears twitch. He glances off in a random direction, wondering if perhaps he should extricate himself...

Hold on.

Why was Chingaso staring at him? His eyes were narrowed... suspicion? Anger? Niethan wasn't sure what he had done to upset the orc, but he tried to act calmer under the scrutiny.

Which of course made his ears twitch more.

[Vilmah]

"That's the thing.." she replied. "I thought that we -did- have a.. y'know, a 'bond'. We decided to share our feelings with eachother a long time ago, and since then he's been by my side in battle and in friendship. It's just, he doesn't seem to like discussing anything outside of the battlefield, anymore..."

It was then that she noticed the eye contact between Chingaso and Niethan. Niethan looked nervous, she realized. Chingaso looked... frustrated? What was going on?

[Chingaso]

Niethan catch Chingaso scrutinize. Chingaso look away, but notice by twitch of troll ear that Niethan owrry what Chingaso think. Which make Chingaso suspect more. Perhap Niethan also have feel for Vilmah.

Madre de Dios! This turn into something more big than Chingaso imagine. In back of mind, Chingaso vague see battle in Gurubashi, except where John Mithril chest be normal, there Vilmah...

Chingow!

[Zasein]

"If you think your bond is ready for this..." Zasien stopped in mid sentence, he shouldn't be telling her what to do.

"Look, Vilmah, I shouldn't be advising you what on to do, but I will anyway, if you think Nojinbu isn't as close to you as he used to be, then now may not be the time for such a step in your relationship. If you think Nojinbu isn't ready for it, then talk to him, find out what he wants. I think it'll be very alkward for him, but if your close to him, he should talk to you."

Then Zasien noticed the orc standing nearby looking away from Niethan's gaze. The same orc that said "If Nojinbu reluctant, then Nojinbu fool." He'd noticed that the orc seemed a little stand-offish around Vilmah, a secred admirer, perhaps. He decided not to speculate. Just another orc who knew Vilmah, probibly Niethan too.

[Vilmah]

((lol, Chingaso's Spanish??!))

She nods at Zasien. "Yes, I think you're right. He should be able to tell me how he feels. The last thing I'd ever do is have him do something he's not comfortable with."

The looked away.

"Especially this.."

[Jobolg]

Jobolg's ears twitched as the words of the conversation were transferred into them. He took up stance within one of the nearby buildings, though in his casual attire, and with his flaming scythe carefully hidden behind the shop wall, he was nigh indistinguishable from all the other regulars of the shop. As he lifted an arm to his ear to carefully readjust the tuned frequency of the transmission device within it - similar to the one he had "donated" to Nojinbu - he hoped none of them would notice the very small, spiderlike device which had scurried stealthily into the middle of their little circle.

"Ah, keep her talkin', boys. This is valuable insight!" he said very quietly to himself, before softly adding on with a smirk. "Bu, ole buddy, what would you do without me?"

[Niethan]

Great, he's still staring. I can't tell what he's thinking, either, but it can't be good. There's gotta be an escape from this...

Hm. Maybe if I stop moving, he'll lose track of me. Ooh, he's a hunter. Better hold my breath, too.

Niethan stilled his ears and made sure his gills were closed, then kept as still as he could. Vilmah sounded discouraged and Zas sounded uncomfortable, but he really wasn't sure what else he could say and the scary orc was intimidating.

Playing dead sounded like a good idea.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah looked at all of the men surrounding her. Niethan was holding his breath, and trying not to look at Chingaso, who seemed uncharictaristically quiet. The orc's eyes seem to brun holes through Niethan. Vilmah looked at Zasien, then back at the other two.

"Um.. Chingaso? Niethan? I-is something wrong?"

[Niethan]

Uh oh, Vil's asking a question. Whaddo I say? Of course I'm fine, nothing wrong...

Wait! Don't answer! He'll see me!

But I can't ignore her... but he'll start watching again and--

Woah, is it dark out here? Getting hard to see...

[Laron]

Walking in a slow deliberate manor Ravenshank walks up to Sigrun and sits down next to her. Leaning over he speaks in a low tone and strange language. "What's goin on M'lady?"

[Vilmah]

She saw that Niethan's eyes were beginning to droop, and noticed at once that he wasn't breathing. "Nieth? ...Nieth? ...Niethan??"

She reached over and grabbed his shoulders with both hands. "Breathe, Niethan, for goodness' sake!"

[Niethan]

Sigrun smirked at her stealthy friend. "Watching Niethan faint, currently. These four are discussing the lady Vilmah's relationship."

[Niethan]

At the shake Niethan's resolve cracked, and he gasped at the air.

"M'fine! Breathing! Jus'... um..."

He grabbed at the first fantasy he could think of.

"Um, hiding from de mechanical spider. Didn' wanna leave, but I don' wan' it ta hear me breathing, either. Right."

He coughed.

[Jobolg]

Jobolg nearly choked on his own breath as he heard mention of his mechanical spider. How could he possibly know it was there?! It was so.. so.. so stealthy!

"No, no, no.. He must be talking about something else.. you're the super-genius. No way they know it's there. Just be calm. Bu could use this insight." Jobolg maintained a quiet voice, and now and then threw in a few words to the merchant to solidify the illusion that he was shopping.

[Laron]

Vilmah's realtionship? What? I thought she was just shy around that Troll... Why is he going to fient?

Ravenshank looks clearly confused.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah blinked several times. "...mechanical what??"

She looked around.

"Where??"

Finally, she spotted it; a tiny spider, creeping allong a building wall.

"Huh... wonder what that is?"

[Zasein]

"Mechanical spider?" He said. Niethan was acting oddly, he seemed wary of the orc. Then Zasien noticed some movement out of the coner of his eye. There were little spiders, not normal spiders, he saw one of them flash in the sunlight, as if it were made out of metal, in their midst. He stepped forward and picked one up by its metal legs.

[Vilmah]

((Bwahha, this is going too funny... I hate to leave, but works over. Be back in a few hours!!))

[Niethan]

Sigrun shook her feline head, smiling. "Well, looks like he's breathing again. Anyway, you're lucky I love gossip. Vilmah there is in love with a troll named Nojinbu, but I know Niethan's been nursing a crush on her for a good while now... and he's trying to faint because he's nervous and trying to hide it. Not a good tactic, if you ask me."

[Jobolg]

Jobolg's eyes widened as the spider was actually picked up off the wall. They saw it! They knew it was there! This was a problem!

"Think quickly, man.. Quicker.. quicker.." AHA! With a grin, Jobolg quietly pressed a button on his belt. The spider within the other's grip would at this point send a somewhat powerful electrical pulse for it's size through the hand of its captor, with any luck repulsing his grip. The spider would, with any more luck, run off up the wall onto the roof.

Jobolg continued calming speaking the shopkeep, who seemed a little bewildered by the orc. "Are you sure you can't go any lower?" He disguised his voice.

[Niethan]

Niethan stared at the mechanical freak. It was tiny. And metallic. And he hadn't even known it was there.

It could have been there the whole time.
It could have been crawling on him. Listening. Watching. WAITING.

So he did the only sensible thing available to him in that situation.

Niethan screamed and ran.

[Chingaso]

Chingaso see mechanical spider. Not spider, SPY!

Chingaso look around quick. There.

"JOBOLG!!!"

[Zasein]

The current from the spider passed into the mail gauntlet on Zasien's hand, then into the thin film of troll sweat, then into the pores that it came from, and finally into his nerves, making his hand clench suddenly, crushing the spider. Zasien grunted in pain and shook his hand in the air, the remains of the spider falling to the ground.

As suddenly as the shock came, Niethan screamed and ran. Not normal at all. Fear of spiders? Probibly not. "Niethan, calm down!" He yelled, mounting his raptor and chasing after the other troll.

[Laron]

You should go catch him before he gets into more trouble... It was nice seeing you again M'lady.

The night saber sits and rubs him in the hand.

No I think I will stay here with you for a bit.

[Jobolg]

Jobolg leapt so high his head practically hit the ceiling as his name was called out, but he had a plan for every possible situation, including being spotted like this. In a flash, he popped his multi-purpose mind cap on his head, hid his beard within his shirt, and turned around, tipping his cap as low as he could to hide his face. The hypnotic device on the cap twirled violently, and he smiled nervously. Provided Chingaso - or anyone else in the group - was not too resistent to mental suggestion, Jobolg would appear somewhat different. Enough to be mistaken for someone else, he hoped.

"Jobolg? Who ees zees Jobolg? Vie do you call me zat? I am not zees Jobolg. I am called Svetzer."


((Shouldn't make too many posts before Vil gets back, but a few couldn't hurt, I suppose..))

[Niethan]

Sigrun grinned in the forced attention from Ravenshank. "He'll need a while to calm down, anyway. Best let him get the panic out of his system."

She glanced up as Zasien mounted and chased after her fleeing troll.

"Hm. I wonder if he'll catch him. Ah well."

[Zasein]

Zasien pulled up ahead of Niethan, who clearly didn't listen to him, he leaned over in the saddle, dropping an earthbind totem directly in front of the other troll. He pulled hard back on the reigns, and the raptor came to a sudden halt, its claws gripping the stones of the orgrimarr street.

[Majinboo]

A lanky troll... of course, what can trolls be but lanky?... stirred himself as the hypnotizing scene playing out below him collapsed into chaos. Unfolding his long fingers, the troll fished around in his ear and smoothly removed a small mechanical apparatus. He then laughed softly and muttered to himself, "Well this ain't tha information ma' mastas would normally be sendin' me ta find... but it be far more entertainin' for me!"
Still laughing, he jauntily descends the ramp leading from the top of the building down into the shop below... maybe he should start working in the investigative business rather than the spy one.

With people as obsessed as these, it would probably pay better, too.

[Niethan]

Even running at full-tilt, Niethan wasn't fast enough to escape a trained raptor. His hard-won agility allowed him to jump over the totem, but was not enough to save him from tripping over his feet while landing.

He pitched forward, his tusks striking the hard road with a loud 'crack!'. He skidded for a foot before the totem's pull caught up to him. He tried in vain to push himself up off the ground, cursing the force of gravity with every breath.

[Jobolg]

((
the troll fished around in his ear and smoothly removed a small mechanical apparatus

You stole my toy! THIEF! THIEEEEF!!

Well, I'm going to be logged in leveling Joborg now. If Vil gets back, or if someone does somethin' concerning me and ya don't feel like waiting, log in and tell me or something. ))

[Laron]

((Will do.))

[Chingaso]

Chingaso look Jobolg direct in eye and say, "Jobolg mind control very weak. Chingaso some insult that Jobolg even try. Now, explain self and why spy on Vilmah before Chingaso decide that wall here need new color, Jobolg blood color."

[Zasein]

The instant Zasien saw Niethan fall, he was out of the saddle. Soon after he was on the ground beside him, gripping his arm lightly in case he got up and tried to run. "Its alright Niethan, calm down." He placed a healing totem, closing any scrapes that the other troll might have gotten from the fall.

[Niethan]

Niethan struggled, trying to break from the totem's hold.

"Lemme go, Zas! Please, I don' wanna be here righ' now!"

[Zasein]

"Relax. Its alright." He allowed the earthbind totem to dissipate, "Here, I'll help you up." He offered. "Just tell me where your going and why. Please. Your not acting logically."

[Jobolg]

Jobolg chuckled, and untucked his beard, realizing he had been caught. His golden eyes narrow, however, at the threat directed at him and his mood immediately sours.

"I am NOT the sort you want to be threatening. I do not recall doing anything deserving of a threat either, but if you have some overwhelming desire to get hurt, I can accomodate you later. Now, however, our lovely Vilmah is present, and I have no desire to seem like a brute in front of her," he states, shooting Chingaso an icy accusing glare. "If you MUST know, I was shopping. When I heard the sensitive subject being discussed, I thought better of joining in. Too many people offering advice is simply calamity."

((I won't be posting again until I see another one from Vilmah, since this action she would clearly notice.))

[Niethan]

He allowed the larger troll to help him up, mentally evaluating his chances of escape and discarding them as hopeless. "Since when do I ever give de impression I'm capable of actin' logicly... but ta answer ya question, I was taking de shortest, mos' direct route away from de mechanical spider."

He tugged on a sparking ear nervously, sneaking a quick glance over his shoulder back at Vilmah and the scary Chingaso. "An' when have I ever needed a reason ta run?"

[Laron]

Leaning over to Sigrun, Ravenshank whispers. Is he always so jumpy?

[Niethan]

Sigrun smiled, a trifle sadly. "You should see him when he's really worked up."

[Zasein]

"Since you started running from harmless little metal spiders. Now, if you want to get away from the spider, you don't need to scream and run pelmel without any warning. Just keep a cool head." Zasien advised. "Now, just go calmly to wherever your going, and try not to hurt yourself."

[Niethan]

"Righ'. Okay, can do."

Niethan waited until the shaman released his arm, then smiled, waved, and headed off. The moment he turned a corner he was running again.

[Zasein]

Zasien sighed, and remounted, riding back to Vilmah and Cingsago. Niethan seemed fine. Hopefully that hunter will have the wisdom to be rational. He thought wishfully, knowing that it probibly wouldn't happen.

When he arrived he noticed another orc wearing a mind controll device that Cingsago seemed to be confronting. He looked pointedly away from it, and demanded forcefully, "Take that thing off before I break it."

[Jobolg]

((Hm.. guess I should go ahead and respond anyhow, given that I may be gone for the night soon, and I've no clue when she'll be back.))

Jobolg's gaze immediately shot over to Zasien, brows furrowed angrily. There were only a few things he couldn't stand, and threats were one of them. He had now recieved two of them. If Zasien's had been as violent as Chingaso's, he very well may have snapped.

"Why in the hells is everyone making threats when I haven't done anything?! Is it the hat?! This crazy orc," he said, motioning to Chingaso, "seemed to think I was trying to mind-control him or something, nether knows why he would think that.. And now you pop up apparently overly paranoid as well, threatening to break something that clearly does not belong to you, let alone that it rests upon the head of someone who has not only done nothing to inspire this ire, but whom you could not get through to break the hat anyhow..."

Jobolg sighed, and grasped the hat off his head, tossing it behind him, where it seemed to fly into an invisible pocket and disappear. "There.. if that'll put your paranoid preconceptions at ease... Now, if it please the court, may this humble warlock get back to his purchases?"

[Chingaso]

"Jobolg dare speak Chingaso that way? Chingaso have urge to cut throat so see if stupid make more empty word." Chingaso seethe. Chingaso not this mad since Prathe make idiot in Gadgetzan.

Some calmer, Chingaso say, "Jobolg, you up no good. Tell Chingaso why spy on Vilmah and maybe Chingaso only break arm and not face..."

[Jobolg]

Jobolg looked at Chingaso briefly, then back to Zasien. He definitely didn't seem joyous, but the half-smirk which had formed on his expression definitely seemed to express a bit of amusement.

"What is wrong with people these days?" He looked back to Chingaso. "Is violence really the first solution that comes to your mind for all your problems? I already told you what I was doing - shopping. And shopping is certainly not spying."

[Chingaso]

Chingaso look to Zasien, "Zasien have remains of Jobolg spy device?"

[Jobolg]

((Heh, I wonder what Vil would be doing during all this.))

"Tch.. spy device? Well, I definitely have the genius to create something that could be used for spying, but I certainly don't have the time. I'm shopping here for parts to assist with a very important invention to me. I'm going to finish now, but feel free to try and "cut throat so see if stupid make more empty word," whatever that means..." he responded, turning around to head back towards the shop.

[Zasein]

Zasien dismounted and picked up the remains of the claimed, 'spy device' while saying, "That thing on your head was obviously spinning, I've seen the allaince try it on me enough to know that that was hypnosis, and I was well within my rights to defend myself against such an attack."

He inspected the remains carfully, many of the parts were crushed flat, but he identified what looked like a microphone. He'd have to take it to the goblins in the valley of honor.

[Vilmah]

Watching everything that went on, it was clear that none of the men were paying her any attention as she waved her arms going "Please, don't fight!" and "Well, maybe he wasn't exactly spying..." or "Is anyone listening to me??"

Finally, she decided to give up and stand watching them all, her arms folded in front of her.

This is no way to treat a Warboss, she thought in a grumpy tone. A moment later, she giggled at her own thought. I should use that more often!

[Laron]

Looking at Vilmah pout, Ravenshank smiles at her and leans over to Sigrun "Is this Orcish foreplay..? heh."

He is suddenly grateful he is not really attracted to Vilmah or a part of this pissing contest.

[Niethan]

"No, I don't believe so. I lost track of what was really going on around the time Chingaso showed up." Sigrun snorted in amusement. "Though she does certainly give a good pout, eh?"

[Vilmah]

Sucking in her cheeks in thought, she turns to Sigrun and notices Laron talking to her. "Oh! Where did you come from?" She shakes her head and remembers that he's a rogue. "Oh right, never mind... Sigrun, where in the heck is Niethan going?? I thought he didn't like cities..."

[Laron]

Standing to salute her, Laron leans to her and saysin a low tone. "If you need help? No, help not word. Talk? hmm no. I help you with think for date if want."

Giving her a wink with his Glowing eye, he sits back down and scratches befind Sigruns goggles. "She does pout very vell."

[Vilmah]

Trying to decipher his broken Orcish, Vilmah finally realizes his meaning and blinks a few times, blushing. "Oh... oh oh! Oh right... hah, you -would- know something about that sort of thing..." She says in a playful tone, then looks at him seriously. "I mean, with Najme, anyway. ... And nobody else, right?"

[Chingaso]

Chingaso notice Vilmah go to stance of petulant. Oh no, what Chingaso do screw up this time?

Turn to Vilmah, "Chingaso sorry seem ignore, but Jobolg lying. Chingaso know lie when see. And Chingaso believe Jobolg wrong spy on Vilmah, especial when lie to try get out."

Chingaso grab Jobolg cape before out of reach, spin Jobolg around, say, "Come mierda, Cabron! Jobolg continue try lie way out, so be. But know Chingaso watch. Close."

[Niethan]

Sigrun purred at the head-scratching, but turned to Vilmah and pointed a paw off in the direction he had bolted, making a noncommittal 'murr' sound in place of a shrug.

[Vilmah]

((rotflhao... Chingaso speaking Spanish makes me very very happy.))

"Oh no no, it's okay!" She goes over to Chingaso, and puts her hand over his, trying to pull it off of Jobolg. "Jobolg is one of my Archons! I don't mind him.. um... eavesdropping. I've nothing to hide from him, although I am curious as to why he thought he needed to spy in the first place..."

She cast a curious glance at Jobolg. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

[Chingaso]

Vilmah put hand on back Chingaso hand, and world explode inside Chingaso head. Hold together, not let Vilmah notice...

((Chingaso's abuse of Spanish fits into his abrupt speech patterns. I'm still in "development phase" on the details, but I'll get to it soon))

[Zasein]

"I'm sorry for being hostle to him Vilmah, I didn't realize who he was. I guess I overeacted a bit when I saw the mind control device. But I don't think he has the right to pry in this sort of thing, and why couldn't he come and talk himself instead of sending a device. He's hiding something, I know that." Zasien stated.

[Vilmah]

She smiled at Chingaso and turned to Zasien. "Oh, that's just his way... Jobolg's a brilliant scientist, but sometimes his inventions get a little out of hand. I wouldn't be surprised if those spiders got smart and just escaped..."

She giggled at the imagery.

"Either way, it's fine... I'd hate to see all of you fight over it."

[Zasein]

"Ahh, sorry." Zasien apologized. "I didn't want a fight, I assure you that. Now, since you're sure you know what to do about Nojinbu, I'll take my leave." He finished.

Then he mounted his raptor again, waving goodbye.

[Laron]

"I mean, with Najme, anyway. ... And nobody else, right?"

Giving her a smirk. "Yes know one but Najme."

[Niethan]

Niethan padded through one of the back alleys of Orgrimmar, scuffing his bare feet on the cool shadowed stones. He'd stopped running, though his ears were still sparking with nerves, and he had begun going over just what happened in this latest display of cowardice.

"Why in de hell did I t'ink he wouldn' see me if I stopped moving...? Dat works on Devilsaurs-- some of de time-- na orcs."

He stopped his restless pacing, leaning up against one of the buildings and losing himself in his thoughts.

[Vilmah]

She waved goodbye to Zasien, and gave Laron a nod. "Good. I've heard a lot about... uhm.. you know, men like you. I hope they aren't true, in your case, especially since it's with one of my friends."

[Zasein]

As he rode away, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, something in the shadows by Sigrun. Dissmissing it as a trick of the mind, he rode off to compleate his errand, keeping an eye out for Niethan, just to make sure that he was alright.

[Laron]

Raising an eyebrow, Laron says "You... luto ni ta div... *Ehem*... What type things you hear about men like me?"

Leaning back over to Sigrun, he whispers. "I really need to learn more orcish..."

[Vilmah]

Vilmah frowned and put her hands on her hips. "That you're used to having a harem of girls.. and I wouldn't like it one bit if you did that sort of thing with Najme."

Shaking her head, she continued. "She told me she loved you, so you'd better be good to her. Or else... well.. I'd be very upset with you, that's what."

[Niethan]

After a few minutes of sulking, Niethan decided that standing in the shade, while nice, was not exactly productive. He supposed he should get his Aquire list back out and finish resto--

He patted at his chest, looking for the stashed paper. It wasn't there, nor was it in his bag. None of his Lists were. Panic burst in Niethan's chest. He wrote down everything- things he needed, things he'd seen or needed to go do, things that he thought...

"Oh gods. Dey musta fell out when I was running...! Quick, retrace ya steps. Um...." He tapped one finger against his tusks. "Lesse... I bolted down de street, got caught in de totem, den when Zas let me go I went round de corner...two jumps dere, circled roun' de tower jus' in case, flipped over de poles near the road..."

He made a dismayed sound. "Dear gods, de possibilities are endless! I gotta find dem!" He turned back through the alley and started running, praying he could find his papers before they were burned, or shredded, or found by someone else.

[Vilmah]

She noticed, out of her preipheral vision, a bundle of papers that lie a few feet away. Vilmah looked around to see if anyone claimed them, before walking over and picking them up. She returned to the group with them in hand.

"These bellong to anyone?"

[Laron]

Intending to make Vilmah blush. He says with a sly smile and in a seductive voice.

"Only way I... take other woman to bed, is Najme bring her."

Chuckling a bit, he looks at the papers, not his, but in Ogrimar they could be anyones.

[Niethan]

Sigrun sat silently, looking at the conversants, then back to the papers. Niethan's Lists... on one paw, she should make sure they were returned to him. On the other paw, they weren't the healthiest of habits, needing to write everything down.

She took her time deciding, waiting to see if perhaps the choice would be made for her.

[Vilmah]

Laron did his job. Vilmah blushed a deep purple and nodded. "Okay okay, fine.. achem... hm.."

She looked at the papers, and sifted through a few. "Looks like someone's lists and maps... I wonder if there's a lost and found in Orgrimmar? Oh hello, there's a few doodles in here!" She giggles. "This one looks like a big cat.. and here's a fish... aww, and here's a little.. what is that.. a cup? How cute!"

[Jobolg]

((Heh, time to play catch-up after a fine night of sleep.))

Jobolg fumed as his cape was grasped whilst attempting to return to the shop, and he spun around to face Chingaso. For a moment, his gloved hands were engulfed in the flames of immolation, but a glance back at Vilmah convinced him to dispell them, and they vanished. It was more than a little obvious he was trying to be the gentleman by preventing the situation from escalating to violence.

"No, I wouldn't lie to you Vilmah. I was shopping," he said. This was true, as he genuinely had made purchases, indicated by the bulge in his robe pockets which clanked with a metallic sound when he moved, "And the machine.. looked like one of my spiders from the sight of the wreckage, but it wasn't mine. I didn't make it, or it would have been significantly better than that shoddy craftsmanship.. Looks like a stupid imp made it.." he added. This statement was also completely true. Zortuk had made it using the plans.

"Besides.. if I was spying, wouldn't it make more sense for me to do.. this?" he inquired, pressing a button on his belt, and suddenly vanishing from sight entirely. Jobolg's voice came from nothing but the air where he was moments ago, "Whose papers?"

[Chingaso]

Chingaso decide to self Jobolg bear serious watch. Chingaso not trust most warlock anyway. Sometime still harbor mistrust of two or three Grim warlock, but keep silent about. For sure though, Jobolg up something.

Chingaso refocus to paper Vilmah find. Hmm, what this? Look like journal page...

Chingaso see words and quickly look away, hope Vilmah not notice what Chingaso see. So, Niethan do have feel for Vilmah. Chingaso knew.

But what do now? Vilmah still set in feel for Nojinbu. Chingaso only hope in Nojinbu change mind about Vilmah.

Que acto, Chingaso? Que acto?

[Niethan]

Niethan tore through the streets, retracing his gamboling trail as quickly as he had made it, his papers nowhere to be seen. He was in a full state of panic when he rounded the corner to see Vilmah holding a bundle of familiar sheets of doodle and writings. Laron was standing nearby and Chingaso appeared to be looking over her shoulder. Niethan gasped, and ducked back around the corner of a building.

[Vilmah]

"Chingaso, who do you think I should take these to?" She asked, referring to the papers. "I doubt any of the grunts would have an idea of where to take them. Hm.."

She began to flip through the pages, getting a feel for who they might bellong to. She stopped at one page. "Kitty treats...?"

[Niethan]

Sigrun raised an eyebrow at the orc. "Hm. I suppose I should do something about this. I guess."

She snorted, then widened her eyes in the approrpriate "Hopeful Kitty" expression used in the mention of Kitty Treats.

[Vilmah]

Noticing Sigrun's reaction, Vilmah giggled. "Oh sorry, I don't think I have any.. .I was just reading from this! I guess this person is a hunter.. oh, look at how he makes happy faces and flowers on his "i" dots! Maybe it's a girl.. she must be so sweet!"

[Chingaso]

Chingaso digest gist of what read and no feel anger Niethan, but sympathize.

"Chingaso have idea," say Chingaso to Vilmah. "Chingaso good hunter, and Caliente, Chingaso new pet wolf, very good at smell. Chingaso and Caliente find owner."

Chingaso hold out hand as offer of take papers. Task of find Niethan not be difficult.

[Niethan]

Listening to Chingaso's plan, Niethan cursed silently. At least Vilmah didn't sound angry; she must have not read any of his scattered diary pages. Thank the Loa he dotted his i's with hearts and things-- they distracted the unwary.

Niethan backed up a pace, then moved his hands in a quick sigil, calling from memory trackless paths and unfettered movement. Keeping the Aspect of the Beast at the front of his mind, he slipped around the far corner and began scaling the shop wall.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah's eyes brightened at the idea. "Oh, what a good idea!" She handed the papers over immidiately and stifled a yawn. "Oi.. boy, I should get getting to sleep. I knew this night would end up being longer than I expected... maybe I'll see if there are any rooms at that little inn in the Drag? Hmm..."

She stretched her arms and made an exhausted sounding "Mmm..." as a pop sounded in her back. "Whew.. goodnight then, Chingaso! And if you see Niethan, tell him goodnight too?" With that, she started off for the Drag.

[Chingaso]

Ha. Chingaso see can slay two bird one shell.

"Chingaso be happy deliver message when see Niethan. Safe travels Vilmah. Rest well."

As Vilmah walk away, Chingaso blow kiss. Ahh, 'noche Buena.

[Jobolg]

Keeping the Aspect of the Beast at the front of his mind, he slipped around the far corner and began scaling the shop wall.

...which was exactly where Niethan would find a few of Jobolg's discarded devices. He had worked out a deal with the shopkeep.. Jobolg got reduced prices on the wares he needed for his inventive process, and in return, the inventor would stealthily sneak the shopkeep - who loved inventions but ws never good enough with tools to create them himself - some of the spare machines. The roof was the drop point. It was easy to toss things onto, and no one ever went up there.

They would be quite easy for Niethan to see.. especially the ones with blinking red lights that were shaped like bombs. Careful steps now, Niethan! Careful steps!

Jobolg calmly waved goodbye as Vilmah sped off. She had heard him speaking earlier, right? Probably not. He was trying to be too gentlemanly to raise his voice far above the audible level. He couldn't help but chuckle at the kiss that was blown. "Ah, regular casanova orc here, aren't we? Someone hiding something? Hehe."

[Vilmah]

[quote] "Ah, regular casanova orc here, aren't we? Someone hiding something? Hehe."

((Dammit, she JUST got them to stop fighting... lol))

[Jobolg]

((Jobolg's always like that! They aren't fighting words, but they could definitely be interpreted as such.))

[Niethan]

Niethan slipped across the roof, dodging several small metal devices, heading for the edge nearest the conversants. He could see Vilmah walking away, but it didn't look like she was carrying any possibly incriminating materials...

He skipped forward a few paces, trying to see clearer, and accidently bumped a few of the devices. Little lights began blinking silently.

[Laron]

"Best let sleep worg lay..." Looking down to Sigrun "I get you kitty treats, since she no have." Patting his leg as to call the wild cat to follow, Ravenshank winks at her.

[Niethan]

Sigrun smiled, taking one last glance back at the not-at-all-ominous appearing shop before following Ravenshank. "I think I'll take you up on that, friend. My troll is overdue for a good dose of chaos, so a nice calm bowl of milk sounds good."

[Jobolg]

Fortunately, the device set off wasn't a bomb persay in the usual variety, but rather, after a few seconds of flashing, would detonate in a spew of a sticky gluelike substance prone to forming webbing on contact. The substance was highly flammable, but fortunately, there was no fire around.. right? That is.. unless a few of the other blinking devices were bombs. He never really kept track of what he threw up there.

Jobolg stood calmly, smiling, unaware his devices were inadvertantly being tampered with.

[Niethan]

Away from prying eyes, the only indication of an iminent crisis were the sounds:

First a high-pitched warning beep. Followed by a surprised male voice. Then a detonation, full of wet scudgy sounds instead of superheated metal.

"...webs... sp-pider webs..."

Trolls have large lungs. The sound of Niethan's screaming carried quite far through even the noisiest of Orgrimmar's streets.

[Vilmah]

The sound of someone's screaming caught Vilmah's attention. Her eyes widening in horror, she took off running towards the sound like a bat out of the Molten Core.

When she finally reached Niethan, she skidded to a halt and dropped to her knees, panting from the effort of running full speed in plate mail. "Oh... oh niethan, it's you! Oh... oh boy... whats... whats all that.. goo?"

[Jobolg]

Jobolg's gaze was averted to the noise behind him quite suddenly. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw Niethan on top of the roof covered in the webbing that was to be his "under-the-table" offering for the shopkeep's courteous service and fine discounts.

"What the..?! My bo.. I mean.. who left those bombs up there?! That's just unsafe!"

About that time Vilmah came rushing back onto the scene.

[Niethan]

Niethan clung to the wall, upside-down and stuck half over the roof's edge by the webbing. Oblivious to the growing audience, he began running through every trollish curse he knew, thrashing against his spidery prison.

[Vilmah]

She turned to Jobolg. "Do you have anything that could free him from that stuff?" Hearing him curse and thrash, she bit down on her lips in surprise. "Wow... he doesnt look happy, does he?"

[Jobolg]

Jobolg stroked his beard in thought at Vilmah's inquiry. "Hm.. well, I believe the stuff is edible, actually.. Not toxic at all. Of course.. it has no nutritional value and most likely tastes like ogre hork, so his stomach might be a little queasy afterwards.. Other than consumption though? No, not really. Saliva is the best dissolvant."

[Vilmah]

Looking wide-eyed at Jobolg, she smacked her forehead and groaned. "Oh, that's awful! Who would think of doing such a thing??"

Sighing in defeat, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called to Niethan. "It won't hurt you, Niethan. Jobolg saysto get rid of it ya gotta eat it!"

[Niethan]

Niethan stopped thrashing for an instant when he heard Jobolg's 'solution'.
But only for an instant, because as soon as his brain registered the words "eat" and "spider web" in the same sentence, he howled in mingled terror and disgust, switching the focus of his trollish rantings to the Orc instead of whichever gods happened to be listening.

[Chingaso]

Chingaso hear ruckus and look up.

BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!

Chingaso think probable should be mad Jobolg, for undoubt it Jobolg device cause mayhem, but Chingaso only laugh very loud at sight of Niethan hang half over roof.

Chingsao think wait until crisis over for return papers.

*guffaw

[Vilmah]

"Oh boy... I don't think that's going to work." She looked at Jobolg. "Isn't there some other way?? He's absolutely terrified of spiders!"

((By the way, quick doodle at work...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v697/OtakuQueen/doodle.jpg

))

[Chingaso]

Chingaso assay situation, pull out shell blaster and say, "No peoblem. Chingaso fix."

Chingsao raise scope of gun to eye, and before Vilmah protest, "WHAT? NO!" Chingaso squeeze off single aim shot that strike webbing at stress point. Unfortunate how Niethan fall to ground so hard...

[Niethan]

CRACK!

Niethan remained still where he'd fallen, shoulders to the ground and ankles in the air. He opened one red eye to glare at Chingaso.

"[troll] Orc, you had better pray that this webbing will keep me from chasing you when I get up."

[Jobolg]

Jobolg grinned at Chingaso, his agitation thrown aside entirely by the amusement of watching Niethan plummet down off the side of the building.

"Well.. now he's down.. but that doesn't exactly solve the problem of him being covered in webbing... I wish I knew another solution, but that's pretty much it. Well.. other than acid, but that's certainly much more hazardous."

[Vilmah]

"Oh no!" Vilmah ran to Niethan and knelt on the ground beside him. "Are you okay? Is anything broken? Can you count to ten??"

She put her hands on his cheeks and directed him to look at her in the face. "How many of me do you see? Do you have a concussion?? Are you feeling faint??"

[Niethan]

Niethan fell speechless, staring at Vilmah's concerned expression. He mentally switched his rants to the gods over to prayers that he would not do something incredibly stupid. Of course, he reflected, the last time he had been in a similar situation the same prayer had ended with him hitting on Whitemane, so perhaps prayers were not the answer here.

Instead, he froze.

[Vilmah]

Watching him freeze, she blinked a few times. "N-niethan? Niethan?? Speak to me!"

She moved her hands to his shoulders, and shook him a few times. "Niethan, speak to me, come on--, oh, I'm all sticky.."

She tried to remove one of her hands, but realized that they were both glued to his shoulders. "Oh boy.. this can't be good.."

[Niethan]

Niethan closed his eyes for a moment, knowing that somewhere, the bitch known as Fate was laughing her ass off.

He opened his eyes, sighed, and twisted his head around to begin licking at the webs holding Vilmah's hands to his shoulders.

[Jobolg]

Jobolg watched the scene unfold before him, and slapped a hand over his mouth to suppress the laughter that was trying very hard to sneak out. He managed to get out a few words, of course, but there was that hint of humor in them.

"No.. that's really not so great. But I have good.. tch.. hehe.. good news! I happen to have some condiments that the goblins said go great with.. hehe.. ogre hork!"

He seemed to be trying to at least remain standing, and not fall over laughing.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah gave Jobolg a half-hearted frown. She giggled a little bit at him, and shook her head. "Jobolg, this is no laughing matter... poor Niethan, lookit what he has to do!"

She tried wiggling her fingers free from the webbing, which were now coated with the sticky residue and Niethan's saliva.

"H-hey, that tickles!"

[Niethan]

Having enlisted Moment's help for the task, Niethan did no more then growl at Jobolg before continuing to rasp at the ickly bonds.




((And off to work for me!))

[Vilmah]

((Nooooo! Later! ^^))

[Jobolg]

Jobolg laughed aloud this time.

"No laughing matter? Then why is this so.. so.. bwahaha! hilarious?!"

((Kay, then I'll go level Joborg.))

[Vilmah]

((I'll be on in a few hours. Band practice again! :D ))

[Niethan]

((back. Left early for sicky-ness. How appropriate.))

Niethan gave Jobold a mildy irritated glare, continuing to free Vilmah's hands from the goo.

[Vilmah]

She giggles as he licks her hands, and turns away from him. "Oh, you poor thing.. I should probably help you, it isn't fair to let you do it yourself.."

She leans over and begins licking her hand free, making a face at the taste. "Oh but.. this.. this is awful..."

[Niethan]

Once the orc's hands are free, Niethan twists farther and begins working on his shoulders and arms, slowly devouring his prison with a look of suprememe distaste.

[Chingaso]

Chingaso watch, and mild disgust turn to ... mild envy? Yes, Chingaso would trade place Niethan just to be in closeness of space with Vilmah.

Madre de Dios! Surely Chingaso need help...

[Vilmah]

Finally free, she looks quite distressed and ill. Wiggling her fingers and looking away, Vilmah closes her eyes. "Egh.. this is awful! I need a bath.. my hands are all sticky... ugh..."

She pulled out a shirt she'd sewn and began to wipe her tongue with it. "I can still taste it... ghah!!"

[Chingaso]

Chingaso reach into pack and find just what need.

"Here Vilmah," Chingaso say, "have pie. Chingaso have one for Niethan too."

[Jobolg]

Vilmah's comment was the last straw, and Jobolg nearly keeled over forwards with raucous laughter. "You.. yo.. bwahaha! you know I did offer some.. tchahah.. some seasonings!"

[Chingaso]

Chingsao cast glance at Jobolg. *feh* Orc need learn restrain...

"Here Vilmah," offer Chingaso, "fresh cherry pie."

(( :wink: ))

[Vilmah]

Giving Jobolg a dirty look, she resisted the urge to spit; spit was unladylike. Trying to ignore the sickly aftertaste, she gave Chingaso a weak smile. "I'm not sure my stomach could take anything, at this point.."

She continued wiping her tongue off on the shirt. "But thanks for the offer, sweety... eghhh.... Jobolg, this isn't funny!!"

[Jobolg]

Jobolg immediately leapt to his feet, hand snapping to his head in an obedient salute.

"Yes, warboss! No humor found!" though it was apparant he was still trying to stifle a chuckle.

[Chingaso]

...thanks for the offer, sweety...
Chingaso heart leap to throat again...

Contrólese Chingaso, contrólese...

[Noury]

http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y266/toxctii/Ground20Squirrel.jpg

[Kurohane]

(( Nouri broke me. ))

[Niethan]

Niethan made surprisingly short work of the goo, and finally stood up, shaking off the dust and spit. He glanced at the nearby Chingaso, then back at Jobolg.

"Vil... do me a favor, an' close ya eyes fo' a second."

[Vilmah]

Vilmah obediently closed her eyes. "Oh... sure. W-why? Whats going on?"

[Niethan]

Niethan closed his own eyes, then his gills. Then he turned to Jobolg and took a deep breath.

*WHORF!*

He coughed up a monstrous glob of the sticky ooze, making sure to aim carefully for the warlock's immaculate robes.

[Chingaso]

*WHORF!*
Chingaso flinch, then realize glob of goo aim at Jobolg, not Chingaso. Then smile big and say Neithan, "So, Niethan, would like pie?"

[Vilmah]

The sound of Niethan's vomiting in addition to the smell, caused Vilmah to turn much greener than she usually was.

"Oh... oh dear.."

[Niethan]

Niethan wiped his arm across his mouth, ears sparking and flattened against his skull in agitation. "No, Chingaso. I woul' na like pie. Pies does na' mix wit glue. No sir."

[Jobolg]

Jobolg's eyes widened as he saw the signs of the vomit coming on, and immediately held his hands out before him. As swiftly as he could he summoned a massive blue gassy demon out of the nether in front of him. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the demon began to materialize in front of him, simultaneous to the mass of projectile whorf heading his way, but it was too slow..

Swift, lens-enhanced sight allowed Jobolg a similarly slow-motion view of the regurgitation as it passed right through the gaseous demon. He did what any self-respecting orc would do in the situation...

"SACRIFICE!!!"

He sacrificed his voidwalker to shield up and leapt behind Chingaso... No reason for Jobolg to take the -entire- blast, right?

((Edit: What are the odds both Vilmah and Niethan would make a post in the time I was typing this, Niethan in the same minute no less... Lets just envision this about one or two posts up.))

[Vilmah]

Vilmah opened her eyes to see Jobolg partially covered in white sticky fluid, chunks of partially digestid fluids, and stomach acids. Her lip twitched a few times before she fainted.

[Chingaso]

As Vilmah collapse to ground, Chingaso rush to, and glare at Niethan and Jobolg.

"Pinche hueros!" spit Chingaso. "Time and place for prank over."

Chingaso kneel beside Vilmah and see if injure.

[Jobolg]

Jobolg stood back to his feet and nodded his head, shaking his form violently to fling off what disgusting vomit he could. It seemed that his shield, though effecient at absorbing magic and deflecting weapon blows, had no effect on anything which would not actually injure him...

"Yeah.. I know. I don't think Vilmah is injured at all, probably just feinted from the smell and stress.. Though Niethan.. that -was- a pretty hard fall.. I could always conjure up a healing stone and that should take care of anything that isn't broken."

[Chingaso]

Chingaso look back up at Niethan and Jobolg.

"Still two thing bother Chingaso. How net bomb *allegedly* of Jobolg get on roof? And what Niethan do on roof anyway?"

[Jobolg]

Jobolg chuckled and glanced over them into the shop, where the shopkeeper shrugged and nodded his head.

"Well, as for the first part.. I put them there. Me and the shopkeep have a deal worked out. He has special stock I can use for my mechanical creations, but has no mechanical no-how himself.. I provide him with devices and bombs and such, and he allows me access to this stock, as well as gives me a hefty discount on his wares. The roof.. well, thats the drop-point. It's an under-the-table deal system, and no one ever goes up there.. well, until now.. I can't really answer the second question though.." Jobolg paused for a moment, before adding, "Don't go spreading that information."

[Niethan]

Niethan stood and twitched for a few moments, ignoring the questions posed him. Eventually his eyes refocused as the concussion faded.

"Oookay... so. Is Vilmah dere alrigh'? Yes? Alrighty den."

He scrubbed a hand through his hair and over his sparking ears, looking away guiltily. "Um... I was on de roof 'cause I sorta kinda lost my Lists an' sketchbook..."

[Chingaso]

Slowly, so not to startle, Chingaso move to Niethan side and pull out papers.

"Here Niethan," say Chingaso. "Chingaso think maybe you drop this. Chingaso apologize for be cross earlier. Sometime Chingaso need learn relax around people."

[Niethan]

Seeing his lost bundle of evidence papers, Niethan brightened and grinned at Chingaso. "T'anks mon! I'm sorry fo' trying to hide fom you. Even though it didn' work so well..." He took the bundle of papers and carefully folded them into his bag, making sure the satchel was shut tight.

Glancing at the uncncious Vilmah, Niethan tapped one finger aginst his tusk in worry. "Ooh... I guess we shoul' take her ta bed, huh?"

[Chingaso]

Chingaso gather Vilmah up in arms.

"Chingaso take to inn on drag. That where Vilmah say going."

Carry Villmah in arms, Chingaso control start slip, Chingaso concentrate hard so not tremble...

[Niethan]

Niethan nodded, then gave one last wave to Jobolg before padding along after Chingaso, apparently intending to follow the orc.

[Jobolg]

Jobolg waved as the two headed off, breathing out one last chuckle before he himself turned about.

"You folks take care of her now then. I've uh.. got somewhere to be, but I'm sure she'll be fine. She's not injured as far as I can tell."