Author: Is Friday
Title: Solike, what?
Date: 2010-05-28 00:44:43
Type: Logs
Synopsis: A Tor medic named Quinne is an oblivious, ditzy, and self-conscious young woman. In this scene she tries to make small talk with a blue robe and explain her role as the Jade Saber's temporary medic.
Title: Solike, what?
Date: 2010-05-28 00:44:43
Type: Logs
Synopsis: A Tor medic named Quinne is an oblivious, ditzy, and self-conscious young woman. In this scene she tries to make small talk with a blue robe and explain her role as the Jade Saber's temporary medic.
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar quietly, you say, in sirihish:
"Solike, I was a herblist most a my kid life an then I joined Tor cause I wanted to be a medic instead a sellin mul mix to whores an stuff."
Gesturing to a small sandstone footlocker, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says, in sirihish:
"If there's anything in there you'd use for cures, then take it now."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar nods to you.
The small, shailoti curled lass bends over a small sandstone footlocker, digging around.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar gets her small wooden box from a small white-boned footlocker.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar puts her small wooden box into a heavy agafari trunk.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar gets her dusty bone-studded backpack from a small white-boned footlocker.
Rambling on as you half-buries herself in a small sandstone footlocker, you say, in sirihish:
"Anlike, I'm real good at it so they was like 'oh you're jus a cadet but ya should be the medic like right now'. So I was the medic then."
Lost in your own world inside a small sandstone footlocker, you say, in sirihish:
"Anlike, then Silver Kite was like 'hey ya should be a medic for the militia too cause they need one'. Anlike, I met Sergeant Zoan an he hated me but that was okay cause he needed me."
Tossing a pack to -plunk- down near you, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"There's bimbal in here, and more in the other locker, too."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar drops a dusty bone-studded backpack.
Not replying outright to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, and instead continuing with your distant recollection, you say, in sirihish:
"Yaknow I liked Zoan even though I bugged him a lot. I also once saw his penis. It was pretty big.... Probly a good thing he hated me."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar rubs a hand to her forehead.
Struggling with something inside a small sandstone footlocker, you say, in sirihish:
"So -any-way, then I was the unit medic cause they needed me here."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Do not discuss the size of the Sergeant's penis with me. Chet nearly got himself tossed in the pit for some inappropriate comments."
Peeking out to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with a glazed over expression, you say, in sirihish:
"Oh. Did I say somethin bout his dick? Sorry Lady Templar. Sometimes I like... ramble an stuff...."
The small, shailoti curled lass winces slowly, trying to uphold a good-natured smile despite this.
< later on >
----
Gaze wandering over to a heavy agafari trunk, you say, in sirihish:
"Solike, I saw this reallyreally awesome hat in here, Lady Templar. Can I have it pretty please? I aint ever seen anybody use it ever, an I know all the officers that come in here."
Lips quirking, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You may be able to trade your month's pay for it, I'll have to talk with the Lady Templar Kinnis to see if she had any plans for it."
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar quickly, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Oh I'd trade -three- months pay for it, Lady Templar!"
The small, shailoti curled lass' knees wiggle a little as your body is wracked with obvious excitement.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Mm, we'll see. Anything else you wanted to ask?"
The small, shailoti curled lass' face turns visibly pensive as your lips pucker.
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar after a long moment, you ask, in sirihish:
"Solike, Lady Templar, I'm tryin to find the ingredients to a boobie growin potion when I'm not workin. If I find some stuff in what I got here an it aint bein used for like... tablet makin, can I use it?"
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar just stares at you a moment, before bursting into laughter.
The small, shailoti curled lass' expression pales as you holds an awkward demeanor, gaze falling.
Meekly, you ask, in sirihish:
"Solike, no?"
Still chuckling, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Oh, my. A boobie making potion? You could just wait, you know."
Half-mumbling as your round cheeks redden, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya what-ever- Lady Templar... I want big boobies -now-."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar chuckles more, shaking her head from side to side with mirth.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"I think you're the -only- person I have -ever- heard talking to a Templar about boobie potions. Dear me."
Amusement plain on her face, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Dare I ask why it's so important to have them now?"
Bravely lifting your chin to stare at her, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"Well like, people don really take me all that serious cause a my small boobies. Mostly they're like 'oh look at them small boobies, that's weird'... an then like... it's hard to really..."
Going on with an exposed expression to your features, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"... yaknow, talk to people, cause they're always thinkin 'what small boobies'. Now if I had big boobies then people wouldn't really notice an then..."
Shaking her head a bit, smiling faintly, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Don't you have a sister or mother to talk with about this? Big boobies can be all sorts of trouble, you know."
Going on with a bit of hope and reverie entering your tone, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"No no, but like, if I had big boobies then like, they wouldn't be starin at my small ones anymore, an then they could like, get to know me an stuff. They'd probably say like......"
Face contorting as you attempts to put on a voice, you say, in sirihish:
"Hey I bet she's got some really great smarts an stuff."
Returning to your normally squeaky and mousy voice, you say, in sirihish:
"Butlike, they can't say that cause they're too busy starin at my small boobies. Nobody is really like, takin me seriously or anythin."
Both eyebrows shooting up, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"You think people will think you're smart if you have BIG breasts?"
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with a quick set of nods, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya probly. It's reallyreally hard havin small boobies yaknow, Lady Templar. I betya never had small ones..."
The small, shailoti curled lass sighs morosely.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Hon, whoever's looking at your boobs is going to be -more- distracted if you have bigger ones. The bigger they are, the less men hear you say. Did I mention that they get in the way, too?"
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You'll have Drov-aweful back problems, trying to keep those things supported."
Waving a finger at the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with your other hand planted on your hip, grinning with a determined gleam in your pale eyes, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"Ya-right-, Lady Templar! I'm a medic, I can do all sorta stuff for big boobie support."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar just starts flat-out laughing again.
Gasping to regain her composure, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Oh, my. I'm sorry it's just... Oh dear."
The small, shailoti curled lass bites your bottom lip, staring at the supple, frazzle-maned young templar as though having no idea what is funny.
Shaking her head back and fourth and chuckling, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"No, you may not use the barracks supplies to make a boobie potion, but you may use your own."
Mumbling sadly as your gaze drifts to the ground, you say, in sirihish:
"... ya okay."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Oh my. You're quite the brave or oblivious one, asking a Templar about a boobie potion."
Rubbing at your hand with your other gently, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya... sorta gets me in trouble sometimes, Lady Templar."
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar distantly, you say, in sirihish:
"Ma said I was like, eatin truth root an stupid salve too much."
Shaking her head still, in amusement, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Generally, it's best not to ask Templars or nobles about those things. You're lucky I was amused. Watch your tongue a little more, it is going to get you into horrible trouble some day."
Nursing your hand with a quiet tone, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya okay Lady Templar."
Struggling to prevent a firm face, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Now, we didn't talk about this. Don't go saying you talked to me about a boobie potion. It's not good to present the idea that that can be talked about with a Templar."
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with a slow nod, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya okay, Lady Templar."
"Solike, I was a herblist most a my kid life an then I joined Tor cause I wanted to be a medic instead a sellin mul mix to whores an stuff."
Gesturing to a small sandstone footlocker, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says, in sirihish:
"If there's anything in there you'd use for cures, then take it now."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar nods to you.
The small, shailoti curled lass bends over a small sandstone footlocker, digging around.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar gets her small wooden box from a small white-boned footlocker.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar puts her small wooden box into a heavy agafari trunk.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar gets her dusty bone-studded backpack from a small white-boned footlocker.
Rambling on as you half-buries herself in a small sandstone footlocker, you say, in sirihish:
"Anlike, I'm real good at it so they was like 'oh you're jus a cadet but ya should be the medic like right now'. So I was the medic then."
Lost in your own world inside a small sandstone footlocker, you say, in sirihish:
"Anlike, then Silver Kite was like 'hey ya should be a medic for the militia too cause they need one'. Anlike, I met Sergeant Zoan an he hated me but that was okay cause he needed me."
Tossing a pack to -plunk- down near you, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"There's bimbal in here, and more in the other locker, too."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar drops a dusty bone-studded backpack.
Not replying outright to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, and instead continuing with your distant recollection, you say, in sirihish:
"Yaknow I liked Zoan even though I bugged him a lot. I also once saw his penis. It was pretty big.... Probly a good thing he hated me."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar rubs a hand to her forehead.
Struggling with something inside a small sandstone footlocker, you say, in sirihish:
"So -any-way, then I was the unit medic cause they needed me here."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Do not discuss the size of the Sergeant's penis with me. Chet nearly got himself tossed in the pit for some inappropriate comments."
Peeking out to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with a glazed over expression, you say, in sirihish:
"Oh. Did I say somethin bout his dick? Sorry Lady Templar. Sometimes I like... ramble an stuff...."
The small, shailoti curled lass winces slowly, trying to uphold a good-natured smile despite this.
< later on >
----
Gaze wandering over to a heavy agafari trunk, you say, in sirihish:
"Solike, I saw this reallyreally awesome hat in here, Lady Templar. Can I have it pretty please? I aint ever seen anybody use it ever, an I know all the officers that come in here."
Lips quirking, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You may be able to trade your month's pay for it, I'll have to talk with the Lady Templar Kinnis to see if she had any plans for it."
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar quickly, you exclaim, in sirihish:
"Oh I'd trade -three- months pay for it, Lady Templar!"
The small, shailoti curled lass' knees wiggle a little as your body is wracked with obvious excitement.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Mm, we'll see. Anything else you wanted to ask?"
The small, shailoti curled lass' face turns visibly pensive as your lips pucker.
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar after a long moment, you ask, in sirihish:
"Solike, Lady Templar, I'm tryin to find the ingredients to a boobie growin potion when I'm not workin. If I find some stuff in what I got here an it aint bein used for like... tablet makin, can I use it?"
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar just stares at you a moment, before bursting into laughter.
The small, shailoti curled lass' expression pales as you holds an awkward demeanor, gaze falling.
Meekly, you ask, in sirihish:
"Solike, no?"
Still chuckling, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Oh, my. A boobie making potion? You could just wait, you know."
Half-mumbling as your round cheeks redden, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya what-ever- Lady Templar... I want big boobies -now-."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar chuckles more, shaking her head from side to side with mirth.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"I think you're the -only- person I have -ever- heard talking to a Templar about boobie potions. Dear me."
Amusement plain on her face, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Dare I ask why it's so important to have them now?"
Bravely lifting your chin to stare at her, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"Well like, people don really take me all that serious cause a my small boobies. Mostly they're like 'oh look at them small boobies, that's weird'... an then like... it's hard to really..."
Going on with an exposed expression to your features, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"... yaknow, talk to people, cause they're always thinkin 'what small boobies'. Now if I had big boobies then people wouldn't really notice an then..."
Shaking her head a bit, smiling faintly, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Don't you have a sister or mother to talk with about this? Big boobies can be all sorts of trouble, you know."
Going on with a bit of hope and reverie entering your tone, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"No no, but like, if I had big boobies then like, they wouldn't be starin at my small ones anymore, an then they could like, get to know me an stuff. They'd probably say like......"
Face contorting as you attempts to put on a voice, you say, in sirihish:
"Hey I bet she's got some really great smarts an stuff."
Returning to your normally squeaky and mousy voice, you say, in sirihish:
"Butlike, they can't say that cause they're too busy starin at my small boobies. Nobody is really like, takin me seriously or anythin."
Both eyebrows shooting up, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"You think people will think you're smart if you have BIG breasts?"
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with a quick set of nods, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya probly. It's reallyreally hard havin small boobies yaknow, Lady Templar. I betya never had small ones..."
The small, shailoti curled lass sighs morosely.
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Hon, whoever's looking at your boobs is going to be -more- distracted if you have bigger ones. The bigger they are, the less men hear you say. Did I mention that they get in the way, too?"
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"You'll have Drov-aweful back problems, trying to keep those things supported."
Waving a finger at the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with your other hand planted on your hip, grinning with a determined gleam in your pale eyes, you say to the supple, frazzle-maned young templar, in sirihish:
"Ya-right-, Lady Templar! I'm a medic, I can do all sorta stuff for big boobie support."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar just starts flat-out laughing again.
Gasping to regain her composure, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Oh, my. I'm sorry it's just... Oh dear."
The small, shailoti curled lass bites your bottom lip, staring at the supple, frazzle-maned young templar as though having no idea what is funny.
Shaking her head back and fourth and chuckling, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"No, you may not use the barracks supplies to make a boobie potion, but you may use your own."
Mumbling sadly as your gaze drifts to the ground, you say, in sirihish:
"... ya okay."
The supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Oh my. You're quite the brave or oblivious one, asking a Templar about a boobie potion."
Rubbing at your hand with your other gently, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya... sorta gets me in trouble sometimes, Lady Templar."
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar distantly, you say, in sirihish:
"Ma said I was like, eatin truth root an stupid salve too much."
Shaking her head still, in amusement, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Generally, it's best not to ask Templars or nobles about those things. You're lucky I was amused. Watch your tongue a little more, it is going to get you into horrible trouble some day."
Nursing your hand with a quiet tone, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya okay Lady Templar."
Struggling to prevent a firm face, the supple, frazzle-maned young templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Now, we didn't talk about this. Don't go saying you talked to me about a boobie potion. It's not good to present the idea that that can be talked about with a Templar."
To the supple, frazzle-maned young templar with a slow nod, you say, in sirihish:
"Ya okay, Lady Templar."