RP:A Pretty Punny Conversation

From HollowWiki

Summary: Krice and Jhaelyn cross paths! She pelts him with puns and he reflects them with indifference! It's a battle for the ages!


Larket Town Square

Krice ventured through Larket from the west, dressed in simple black attire - sleeves rolled to elbows, collar open - with his katana strapped to his back, and a cylindrical something-or-other tucked under his left arm. Its was concealed by a small blanket. His stride was unhurried but purposeful, and he turned south as he entered the Square.

Just as Krice entered the Square, so too did another. Once a fair maiden and paladin of Arkhen, the now frigid elf of the deathknight variety makes her way from the north. The broken bits of armor and sword were still as they should be for now, soon to be remade whole by Macon's promises. The chilly knight's own stride wasn't hurried, though quite unlike the dark haired male's, it wasn't at all purposeful. She wandered, as usual, this time it bringing her to the heart of the town, her focus not really on much of anything at all. The golden haired female spoke to no one and looked at no one and the only indication of the wraith-like woman's existence in the square was the intense cold that also came with her. She paused at the bulletin board for the moment, half eyeing the notes upon it for anything that might be of interest. As usual, there was nothing.

Krice slowed as Jhaelyn entered, not because she had done anything to actually cause him to slow, but because something -about- her caught his eye. From afar, too far to be seen in peripheral vision, he looked on. The warrior took a moment to scan the notes on the board past the female's head, but ultimately, she stole his attention once more. After a little longer scrutinizing her appearance, perhaps just before she noticed--or just before she bothered to react--, he man pivoted to continue on his way southward.

Jhaelyn pivoted away from the board just in time to catch that look from Krice. Well, he sure was delicious-looking wasn't he? A cheshire-like grin graced her lips as she took a few steps towards the exiting male. "Oh my. You shouldn't be about by yourself, you know. There's a war going on. You might find yourself in trouble." There was a menacing look in those electric blue eyes of hers as she edged closer. It wasn't quite enough to keep up with his pace, but still she moved towards him nevertheless, her icy magic's frigid temperatures worsening with every step. Winter had come a little early, perhaps?

Krice didn't seem aware that Jhaelyn was following him - until she spoke, alerting him to the sound of her voice drawing ever nearer. At that point, he lifted his empty right hand to jerk a thumb at the katana on his back, coolly remarking, " I can take care of myself." After shifting the cylindrical container under his left arm, he proceeded southward - with a frosty creature in tow if she didn't quit her pursuit.

Jhaelyn tilts her head, grinning even more still, if that was possible. "Can you?" With a little spin of her left index finger, the entirety of that ethereal chill surrounds Krice's feet. Frost would gather on the ground, his feet, and legs. It wouldn't do much to harm, but as the cold set it, it'd begin to slow him down, carefully freezing the blood in his veins. Unless, there was some way to fight it off, of course, whether it be some sort of magic or just his own body's work. "You're off in such a hurry. Stick around for a bit. Let me chew your brain for awhile?"

Krice slowed deliberately the moment he felt an unnatural chill encircle his feet, dropping his gaze to scrutinize them. Only a moment later, before Jhaelyn's chill needed to work to actually stop him, he pivoted to regard her along his left shoulder, past the katana hilt there, and offered her an indifferent snarl. " If you wanted me to stop, you shoulda just asked. Remove the chill and we can talk."

Jhaelyn raised a curious brow at the male and his attitude. "Sheesh." And just like that, with a snap of her fingers, the icy aura was gone. "You don't have to be so cold, you know." She breathes a heavy sigh, then turns away, "Go, if you must. You've clearly somewhere to be." She never did favor meals on the go.

Krice narrowed an eye on Jhaelyn following her comments, and her sudden release of him. Though he -was- busy, and generally a stoic sort, the warrior clicked his fingers and pointed her way, adopting a smirk. " I see what you did there. Because I'm 'so cold'. I get it."


Jhaelyn peered over her shoulder at him, that grin of hers appearing again, "Do you?" She was doubtful for a moment, but she just shrugged at him. "So...whatcha got there? Is it delicious?" She turns back to face him, pointing at the object beneath his arm. "Is it something dead? I can take it off your hands if you want. I can take your hands too, even." She bats her blonde eye lashes all cutely at the typically indifferent male, the grin still plastered to her face.

Krice 's smirk faded naturally following his 'revelation' of Jhaelyn's pun, but then he moved on to the topic at hand. -His- hands. " No, I need my hands," he casually remarked, before nodding down to the item tucked under his left arm. " This isn't anything special. Something for a friend to look at. I can bring it back to you right after, if you want?"

Jhaelyn shrugged again, "Suit yourself. They look finger-licking good, though. Maybe some other day if you tire of them." The frosty female moves to circle around him, leaving the area of the circuit quite large. "If it's not anything special, then why would I want it? You mortals are silly with your material possessions. If it's nothing special, then why carry it around? Why show it off? What's the purpose? There's no point. You should be more worried about your eventual death."

Krice didn't seem too interested in moving just yet, his attention lingering on Jhaelyn even as -she- moved around him. He was quiet through her tirade of questions, though a brow arched in portrayal of confusion as to why she felt the need to ask so many. 'Worry about your death'... At least that was a -statement-, and he responded to it with a shake of the head. " You're right. We mortals are hopeless when it comes to material possessions." The man turned to proceed southward, his pace unhurried - and feet warming anew with the movement.

Jhaelyn allows him to leave, shouting after him, "Be careful, young one! Winter is coming! And it's cold enough to steal your breath and snatch away your soul! Beware! Beware! Forget your possessions and take care!" She says this in quite the singsong fashion, then heads westwards towards the cemetery.