RP:Joliette Thorne and the Bath Toy of Doom Part 1

The Hanging Corpse

Tiphareth makes his way toward Jolie, finding a seat at the bar near the necromancer, "Greetings Tenebrae... I trust your guild matters have been progressing nicely?"

Jolie swivelled on her butt to better face the Drowlich. "Aye, Tiphareth, swimmingly in fact," she smiled, quite happily - for a necromancer. "Daath is taking on the class in summoning and resurrection, and already has an apprentice. That butcher I tld you about, though of course nothing is formalised as yet, in either case. Still, progress is good. Myself, I am experimenting in a new kind of bone beast, very exciting." She peered at the Eldermage, now, more closely. "So. How's undeath treating you?"

Bristo slips into the ol' Corpse with a mustering grin of deviance and aberration.

Jolie is sitting on the bar, half cut with whiskey, speaking to the Eldermage.

Tiphareth grins, amusement evident upon his face, insomuch as is possible with a Lichly being, "I'm glad to hear that things have been going well, and honestly I've never felt better... this was truly my destiny. And Daath always did seem to have a knack for summonation, if he remembers to mind the power of what he conjures to this realm."

Jolie said to Tiphareth, "I must agree, he seems very apt. Oh, I wanted to discuss something with you.. Poisons and Potions. I have an alchemist interested in instructing that class for the moment. I wondered how you stood on alchemy and your own Guild?"

Bristo peers around the bustling room his beady little eye continue to scan and search the room for any manifesting darkness.

Jolie peered at the pint-sized patron newly entered. "Steadman! Customer!"

Tiphareth shrugs slightly upon her query, "Alchemy is an art that we've honestly been lacking, I have been intending on increasing the focus by perhaps finding a teacher to include in Guild workings, not someone who is seeking specified ranks persay, but perhaps someone who is an instructor by trade. Potions, Alchemy, Divination, Glyphs, Summonation, etc... are all things which I need to place more focus upon, but you know me, the forces that may be called upon at a moment's notice have always been of greater interest than the more scholarly pursuits. Though we certainly need to maintain vigilant with our fundamentals as well.

Bristo scopes the giant barman before him. "Oi! Big man, I'll take one them straights of whiskey like that looker giant over there." Pointing his caned fingers at sin eater. " She yer boss big man?" Snickering at the towering employees ridiculous patch.

Jolie - or the "looker giant" as it were - tapped her finger on her lips in thought. "Well. I can take care of glyphs and potions... perhaps if you added alchemy in the same manner? It would encourage mixing of the guilds, and a wider range of skills. Of course, as these are all basic arts, I would have no problem with non-necromancers apprenticing to one of our instructors for a time."

Ordox slips past the tavern door, gently closing it behind him as he makes his way toward the patrons. Eyes narrowing first on Jolie, to whom he offers a nod, and then to Tiphareth. "It has been some time now. Any news on my request?"

Steadman peered over the counter. "Don't serve kids," he grumbled.

Jolie eyed Steadman. "Be nice. I could use a doorstop to go with that coat-rack."

Muzo peeks about the tavern before winding his way inside.

Bristo shines his jagged little daggers as his grin grows from ear to ear. " Ain't no kid mate." directing his vision to Jolie. " I could you a momma though." sliding his elongated tongue across his seemingly unrealistic Veneers.

Jolie noted Ordox’ arrival with a nod, and a faint sniff.

Tiphareth leans toward Ordox to offer hushed words.

Jolie waved to Muzo, "Speaking of alchemists..." but was interrupted by the lecherous halfling, upon whom she shone a very sharp, cold smile. "The dead do not breed. They do, however, enjoy a snack now and then." That said, she slid the cheeky creature one of her own bottles.

Tiphareth whispered something to Ordox.

Ordox eyes Bristo up and down, mostly down, examining the halfling's short, confident stature. A slight glint of excitement flashes across his face as he admires the halfling, eyes lurking to his backside. A wink followed by the soft parting of his supple lips in the form of a gentle kiss passing to his direction should he look to the shifter.

Ordox does not take his eyes off of Bristo as he lends an ear to Tiphareth's words, still keeping them glued to the halfling even as he responds.

Tiphareth said to Jolie, "Indeed, I agree. There is much we may learn from each other."

Ordox whispered something to Tiphareth. Tiphareth whispered something to Ordox.

Jolie would wait for the interrupting sumbitch of a shifter to stop hissing in Tiphareth's ear before replying to the Drowlich.

Jolie said to Muzo, "Over here, pet. We were just discussing you. Sort of."

Ordox whispered something to Tiphareth.

Muzo catches Jolie's wave and casually returns it. Soon, though, he has taken his seat at the bar, coiling his tail around the barstool as he glances over the menu. "Spider eggs. And crackers, if you have them." He slides some loose coins to Steadmen.

Bristo catches a glimpse of the genetic defect blowing waves of tenderness. "Oi! What's craic, pale man?” crackles as the mere look turns into a jet stare. "Think yer funny mister man? Think this is a joke factory, Eh?" The miniature necro abducts his arms in a flailing manner causing a wand to shake form his oversized sleeve in to his palm. The halfling arched his brow. " Here for a drink, but kills fun too." Spitting on the ground.

Muzo looks up as he takes his small plate of eggs and crackers. Quickly, he reaches over the bar, grabs a butterknife, and brings it along. "Yes?" He takes the seat nearest Jolie, looking about the group as he spreads dollop of eggs on a cracker, much like one would with caviar, and daintily nibbles.

Jolie stared at the halfling-gob. "Clean that up," she snapped, "Before I rub your face in it."

Tiphareth turns back to Lady Tenebrae, "Excuse the interruption Ms Thorne, as I was saying, the Guild's should indeed begin working together in a more meaningful way."

Jolie turned then to Muzo, far more sweetly. "I was just discussing the position of alchemists in the Mage's Guild with the Eldermage there." She gestured toward Tiphareth.

Ordox nods in what can only be seen as an agreement with Tiphareth's words. His eyes this whole time had never left Bristo, seeming to widen with excitement at his ferocity and vigor. "My, my...Aren't you a spunky one." Thin lips pursed together and becoming as seductive a smile as possible, "You might be fun for a weekend..."

Jolie said to Tiphareth, "I'm happy to take sigils and incantations on, in my spare time until I can find an instructor of worth," she then looked to Muzo. "This is one of the alchemists I was speaking of. Muzo, this is Tiphareth, of the Mage's Guild."

Bristo winks at Jolie. " I paid you yer money, here's your tip." Begins hawking a loogie.

Muzo raises both brows and snaps his attention to Tiphareth. "How do you do." He hastily mutters whilst hiding his mouth behind an uplifted palm. "Pleasure," the naga hastily swallows, dusts the crumbs from his fingers, stands, and extends his hand to shake, "to make your acquaintance."

Jolie glanced to her chief of security. "Urghdak..."

Bristo said to Ordox, "*Still hawking* "Yer funny mister man."

Urghdak Trollson, eight feet of scar, muscle and ill temper, stepped from his stairwell recess toward the bar.

Tiphareth almost reaches out to take the naga's gesture, grinning all the while... before retracting his partially decayed ebon digits. "Probably better for you we don't shake hands."

Ordox said to Bristo, "*the hacked up phlegm not bothering him* Mmm...I should show you how much of a man I can be. Tell me...What flowers do you admire the most?"

Jolie said to Urghdak, "If that halfling soils my floor again, do show him the door."

Muzo flickers his gaze down to the lich's hand. Ah. Eyes immediately snap back up, and he grins broadly, quivering with nervous laughter. "Of course." The naga nods, looking nearly ready to squirm out of his skin, and he quickly takes his seat again, folding his hands in his "lap."

Tiphareth would have so enjoyed utilizing his touch of death, but felt that perhaps new practitioners of alchemy are a good thing.

Jolie said to Muzo, "Tiphareth may be considering adding alchemy to the Guild. Isn't that exciting?" She said that while eyeing the halfling and the half-orc, fully expecting to have to add halfling meat to the menu. Again.

Bristo raises his haggard looking stick of a wand. " I came for a drink and a word with Miss Sour. If it's hurting you want yer in for a treat." The small framed man scrambles to a table top. Though completely out sized and out brawned , the halfling shows little to no fear. His apathy was great enough to give a normal man a complex though his quark was enough for most to not take him seriously.

Jolie said to Bristo, "And who would this 'Miss Sour' be, perchance?" Her tone was like ice cracking. "You still haven't cleaned up your mess."

Bristo said to Jolie, " "And I already told you I paid you. If you want your bouncer to live, have a word with me." Glances at the Shifter." I think your gimp might be interest with the fluid on the ground."

Muzo glances over to the halfling, further discomforted by his rather obnoxious behavior. "Very exciting," he sends Jolie a brief look and nods as his hand slips into his pack. When he withdraws it, there is a small pinch of powder between his two fingers. A trained observer might recognize it as Sleeping Sand, a harmless dream-inducing sedative. The naga straightens. "Excuse me, sir." He leans toward Bristo and blows the pinch of powder at his face.

Jolie said to Urghdak, "I'll handle this."

Jolie's heels made a sharp, metallic click as she slid off the counter and strode purposefully toward the halfling. The necromancer, even in those elevated and sharpened heels, was not much taller than Bristo himself. Nevertheless she was ancient, and a lycanthrope, and the pinching grip she'd take upon his ear would be painful unless he was very, very good at evading angry females. If she did manage it, the halfling would be hauled toward the exit.

Jolie got a little of that powder up her nose. She sneezed.

Tiphareth nods toward Jolie and Ordox, "I must be making my leave now, I shall be in further contact."

Bristo hacks and scoffs trying to heave the powder from his lungs heave. " Su uh uh cker *continues coughing* Punch"while struggling for air he begins wafting his wand around. Tears beading from the inhalation of the Sleeping powder. "Anxiety, depression, emotions be, I seek to cast out thee, And bid you set me free From anxiety, depression, emotions be." Still choking the powder expells from his mouth and nose.

Muzo said to Jolie, "Wait! You don't--" But she sneezed. He blushes and presses his hands to his lips. "Oh dear."

Muzo backs quickly away from the halfling. Not without his plate, though. From a safer distance, he watches and nibbles, concern etching his scaled face.

Jolie dragged Bristo toward the door. "Stop your gibbering," she yawned, weaving slightly. "If you can't use your... oh, excuse me.." her free hand covered her mouth while the other was presumably holding the halfling by the ear, "... then out.. you .. go."

Valentin tromps into the tavern, only to stop a moment. The burly butcher glances at the commotion and scratches the stubble on his jawline.

Jolie yawned at Valentin. Sleepily. Probably she'd meant to say hello.

Bristo whispered to Jolie, "*still hacking and coughing.* They are going to kill you."

Muzo looks up to Valentin, stiffens, pales, then hastily points an accusing finger at Bristo.

Jolie turfed the halfling out. "Going to kill me, indeed," she scowled. And reeled into a chair.

Bristo shouted, "Snakes! *huffing and puffing* Damn them all!"

Valentin inclines his head to the sleepy guildmistress with the halfling between her fingers. Yes, mad as a hatter, no doubt about it.

Muzo begins babbling a mile-a-minute. "Halfling causing trouble. Attempted to sedate. Wanted to impress guild leader with alchemical demonstration." He looks around, frowning gently. "Apparently has left. Demonstration pointless. Some... collateral effects." Glossy eyes fall on Jolie. "Very unexpected. Inconvenient."

Jolie yawned and slid a sleepy half-lidded look to Muzo, "That... stuff. Powder. Sleeeepy. Mhmmm." Her smile was beatific. "Very... slee....."

Jolie said, "ZZzzZzzzzzzzzZzzzzz....."

Valentin finds himself hoping that spider-lady-thing would come out of the cellar. It had a pleasing way of getting people to quit babbling and, in the case of one gentleman, send them running out the door so's a butcher could drink without being babbled at. The large butcher stays by the door a moment, in case there is further commotion to be dealt with before he could settle in for a drink. As Jolie starts to snore Valentin would say to the naga "You're ramblin', guv. Just wake th'bint up with another demonstration, innit"

Muzo watches bewilderedly as Jolie succumbs to the powder. Abruptly, he smiles and, as nonchalantly as any obvious culprit may, has another cracker. "Good batch. Should remember recipe. Heh." A particularly wary glance is send Urghdak's way.

Muzo blinks at Valentin, then starts with a realization. "Oh! Yes. Antidote... I..." He hurriedly sets down his plate, again, and begins rummaging through his satchel. "Could perhaps... I... uhm....." He freezes, then slowly turns to Valentin with a hopelessly sheepish grin. "Could possibly borrow fresh willow root shavings? Seem to be all out myself."

Valentin thinks about that for a second. "Actually guv, let her sleep. Less troublesome that way. Jus' don't tell 'er I said so."

Urghdak grumbled something in orcish regarding willow shavings being a good garnish for snake soup, and lifted the tiny necromancer in his massive arms, carrying her toward a more appropriate resting-place.

Muzo watches the bouncer carry the little lady away. "Perhaps you're right." He matter-of-factly admits.