( Slade is going to have to stop meeting random people from the internet. You know, eventually. Back home, it was the most reliable way to approach business — though using the dark web and reliable in the same thought might be a bit oxymoronic. The layout of RSDOS isn't too far removed from the fabled, red-lit webpages asking for murder in change for any number of zeroes after the dollar sign. Assassin work got easier when encryption became common knowledge; long gone were the days of word of mouth and assignments taken on solely based on the request of others. With the dark web, he's able to find marks straight at their source.
Not that his date for the evening would know anything about that.
Still, he's used to meeting strange people at strange hours of the night. The main difference here is that in Ryslig, both parties tend to leave the encounter alive. There are other differences, like how 'strange people' has taken on the working definition of 'strange monsters with extra arms where their ribs should be'. That was a doctor. He's met another doctor with empty spaces that took the place of wrists, and yet another doctor who wore a box on his head for undisclosed reasons.
Re: Strange.
But Eridanus' strategy worked. It's a little hard to miss the buff, towering, shiny elf, and that's coming from a buff, towering nephilim who smells of strawberries and brown sugar oatmeal. It's a good thing the two of them are on good terms; it would be hard to avoid each other. )
Not Santa's variety of elf, then. Looks like less Legolas and more Bane. ( He pauses, any fascination in watching a skittish human do his best to fix a drink falling away. ) Which century are you from, again? It'll help me to tailor my references accordingly.
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Not that his date for the evening would know anything about that.
Still, he's used to meeting strange people at strange hours of the night. The main difference here is that in Ryslig, both parties tend to leave the encounter alive. There are other differences, like how 'strange people' has taken on the working definition of 'strange monsters with extra arms where their ribs should be'. That was a doctor. He's met another doctor with empty spaces that took the place of wrists, and yet another doctor who wore a box on his head for undisclosed reasons.
Re: Strange.
But Eridanus' strategy worked. It's a little hard to miss the buff, towering, shiny elf, and that's coming from a buff, towering nephilim who smells of strawberries and brown sugar oatmeal. It's a good thing the two of them are on good terms; it would be hard to avoid each other. )
Not Santa's variety of elf, then. Looks like less Legolas and more Bane. ( He pauses, any fascination in watching a skittish human do his best to fix a drink falling away. ) Which century are you from, again? It'll help me to tailor my references accordingly.