RP:The Dragon Pays his Dues
Kasyr can't help but whistle cheerfully as he travels along, his journey through the desert having been asofar uneventful (beyond a brief bout of murdering some of its' indigenous wildlife). By this point, the arid lands had been consumed by evenings embrace, sand glimmering with a radiance befitting the moon which loomed overhead. As the Kensai crested yet another dune, he couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the place, especially given his attentions to mar it once he stumbled upon the prey he's stalking. And it's in this manner that the Revenant eventually makes his way to that solitary palace that rests within the deserts depths, if only to brazenly stroll down the midst of its halls.
Firewing sighs as he walks into the treasure room, piled high with valuables and treasures. his dragon form turning into humanoid form in a small and quick tornado of fire. he growls as he walks. "Satoshi...she just cannot agree with me!...maybe I'll play drahket with her, to get her to at leaast allow me to get my yeti-meat. he walks to one pile of treasure and begins to finger through the gold, his mood already uplifting.
Kasyr s' whistling gradually begins to rise in pitch, becoming a bit more enthusiastic as the swordsman begins to near his prize. Bit by bit, the Kensai crosses the room- though he pauses upon nearing the regal thrones. With an impish grin, the vampire hops up onto the structure, the arm of the chair used as an impromptu stepping stone so he can come to a perched crouch upon the backing. It's only when he's positioned as such that he bothers to call out, "Hey- Anyone home?"
Firewing blinks as he turns around, spying the vampire and blinking, glaring at him. "who are you? What have you come here for?" he walks patiently, and cautiously circling the throne where the vampire crouches.
Kasyr grins ever so broadly, hands that are splayed out along his improvised perch briefly coming up into a careless shrug on the vampires part, "Business? Pleasure? Enfin, it es a little bit of both- monsieur. You see, you made a critical sort of Err- offending the Lady Frostmaw, et all. But than, I'd hardly expect any sort of sense or decorum from a firebreathing newt, especially not the sort that feel the need to parade about in the flesh of humans."
Firewing glares at the man. "offending her...all I did was try and get my favorite snack. Besides, what does it matter to you?" he slowly draws an orange glowing staff from a sling on his back.
Kasyr , by all appearances, appears unarmed- though his grin could certainly be considered disarming, "Et bien, monsieur, you ought to do more research into a kingdom before you go about leveling threats et the like. But, seeing as you have lacked that particular bit of foresight, allow moi to introduce myself~" With a flourishing bow, the Kensai simply levels his gaze down towards Firewing, "Kasyr Azakhaer, King-consort of Frostmaw. ...Get the picture?"
"My husband, for the slow witted lizards that can't process such things," Satoshi drawls from her place leaning against the throne room's entrance. Seems the kit has tailed her kensai through the desert, and while she'll be hating the sand later, she deems it worthwhile for this game.
Firewing slowly smiles at the man. "ahh...I get it now...And you're here for the bounty, correct?..well, if you are, then you should be careful fighting a dragon..." he smiles as the staff slowly morphs into a large, long sword."
Satoshi said to Kasyr, "Oh, do be careful. I hear this mutant snake is oh so very dangerous. He spits embers and such~."
Satoshi doesn't take much seriously, especially when it comes to watching her husband fight dragons.
Firewing smiles at the two. "my my...what a lovely couple you two make...cat and vampire..." he smiles at the two, taking his sword and sheathes it again.
Dami stood against a far off pillar with one arm crossed over her chest, gripping tightly at her bicep. She had been doing simply as he had asked; sticking close to his side. Albeit she wasn't quite at his literal side, she was there in spirit. The dragon most likely knew of her presence, but if he didn't.. well she'd not make it a point to expose herself. Quietly, she watched the three afar.
Kasyr offers Firewing a bemused expression, "I'm here to cut your wings off, so you have to crawl your dumb ass back to Frostmaw when you next feel the need to make a 'demand', or get the sense to apologize to the Damoiselle Satoshi. The bounty es just a trivial side note." It's at this point the Kensai grins at the dragon, "Though I suppose I could wander out of here with a fair portion of your horde~"
Firewing laughs slightly. "as if I didn't crawl up there already...how about we play a game instead? I'll wager my hands, feet, and wings, against yours...sound alright?" he smiles maliciously at the two.
Satoshi muses aloud, "But that leaves nothing for the others to come and claim. Hardly fair to them. They want their gold~."
Firewing laughs again. You're right...how about one of my hands against yours?"
Kasyr casually glances over towards Satoshi, "I think that would be enough to make a suitcase with. Shall we?"
Kasyr said to Satoshi, "You forget, his has a tail, legs, et arms."
Dami leaned out a bit, intrigued by the dangerous wager. She began to think.. what could she do with a pair of dragon claws? There is a twinkle in her eyes.
Satoshi shrugs one-sidedly at that. "True enough. Can we picnic on this one after, dear?"
Firewing smiles at the two. "a picnic. Wonderful! I'll bring the red wine."
Satoshi said to Firewing, "No, you're the blanket."
Dami thinks, a wet blanket, at this point.
Kasyr can't help but grin, "I suppose that es an option, Cherie- Though it will have to be a picnic for three. I finally found the last member for our Coterie."
Firewing glares at her before smiling again. "fine...just trying to make concersation..."
Satoshi said to Firewing, "You should probably avoid that before you hurt yourself further."
Satoshi gives Kasyr a look that clearly says, 'I don't want to share.'
Kasyr gives Satoshi a look that states 'Deal'. Firewing, on the other hand, simply gets a deadpan look and the simple intonation of, "On y Va?"
Firewing Smiles happily "good. anyone else to volunteer?" he looks around the large room, waiting for anyone else to wager a hand in his idea of a game.
Satoshi straightens and stretches in a single fluid motion, one eye kept on the dragon in a look of boredom. "Get on with it, windbag. The lack of stomping and roaring is making you a dullard of your kind."
Dami leaned out, waving a hand at the dragon. She had kept her peace until now, but with all this stalling, had some time to think. "I sort of need the gold for some new clothes..." She was reffering to the bounty on Firewing's head of course. She held onto the pillar while she continued to lean out, wondering if she'd be allowed to participate in his little 'game'.
Satoshi glances toward Dami with a look of curiosity and mild surprise, but with the lack of negative reaction from Kasyr, the kit deems it prudent to treat the stranger with only vague suspicion and not outright distrust. He had said three, hadn't he..?
Kasyr once more falls into a crouch upon the back of the chair, a feral gleam entering his eyes as he observes Firewings motions. With a simple amused grin provided for both Dami and Satoshi, the Kensai simply begins to tense up in a manner akin to a cat preparing to pounce. Curiously enough, the motion seems to serve as a catalyst for a peculiar little phenomenon- as countless cracks of darkness begin to form in the air around the Kensai (twenty-four, in fact, were someone inclined to count).
Firewing glares at Satoshi "I'm not like my other kind and their...Banal ways. They defame educated dragons like myself." he smiles at the other woman and snaps his fingers a monstrous fire appearing above his head. "Well, now that we have everyone, let's begin." a large obsidian, serpentine dragon flies out of the fire, and begins to swirl in the air, shrinking, forming a strange type of game board with four scales. one red, one blue, one black, and one brown. "now...let's play a game...Drakhet shall begin..."
Satoshi's preparation is a simplistic one, a matter of outstretching her left hand in time to take hold of the scaly haft of the glacial black scythe that's manifested in the air beside her. Asorial is hefted before the foxkin, a malicious light gleaming off blade and vulpine eyes alike as both are leveled at the dragon. The board is given hardly a glance, save for a sneer to be granted it.
Firewing looks at the two with slight anger, the large ball of fire above him glowing brighter. "You three agreed to the game...let's play..."Suddenly fiery whips extend from the flame reaching out to the two with the weapons. "No escape now..."
Satoshi's scythe flickers out to sever the fiery whip with a frigid bite while the kit adjusts her footing slightly, balancing on the balls of her feet. "We -are- playing a game. Skin the Dragon is a personal favorite. You're it~." Once more Asorial is flicked out, the blade's curved edge screeching against the floor and sending a spray of broken tiles and dirt in the dragon's direction--an action for gauging, rather than damage, although she'd not be adverse to him getting sand in his eyes, obviously.
Kasyr quite simply pushes off from his perch, needing to do little more than tuck himself into a roll so that he can effectively dodge beneath the lash of fire that sought him out. Landing in the seat of the throne, the vampire simply kicks off from the chair- effectively sending himself skidding across the palace room floor and out of the way of the fiery tendril should it lash out at where he was seated. On the other hand, those 'cracks' of darkness simply finish forming- each one taking the guise of a simple Obsidian katana. For a brief moment, a diabolical wail rings out through the room- before each supernaturally keen blade abruptly rains down towards Firewings position, all poised to shred through his body should he not move. And should he transform into a dragon, he'll quite likely make the delightful discovery that even the scales of a dragon will still feel the bites of these particular blades.
Firewing sighs as he stands patiently, more flame whips coming out of the Large ball of fire above his head, and protecting him from the Tiles and swords, raining down on him. "I thought you were smarter...The game protects those that bet themselves, so no harm will come to the parts that are bet...The Fires won't hurt you, but you'll have to play..." he looks at Dami and admires her waiting patiently for the others to finish attacking him, and to actually play the game.
Satoshi said to Firewing, "Tell me what I 'have to do' one more fecking time, and I'll have to remove your g'damn tail."
Dami quietly waited her turn, her attention however, slightly transfixed on Satoshi's weapon. It reminded her of a pair of kamas, waiting to be dug up from a secret stash back in Chartsend. Eventually though, she'd slide around the pillar and drop off the ledge, taking her time in closing up the gap between her and the duo. With a wrinkled nose, she could only guess at how this was going to unfold.
Satoshi whispered to Kasyr, "Any bets he'll stop his game if we make a move for his lovely gold?"
Firewing smiles as more tentacles of fire lash out of the fireball, the game, trying to get the two people to calm down and play. "I made the game a long time ago while I was young and powerful...it took away nearly half of my original pyro ability, making me rest for nearly two years. It's a brilliant game...Everyone I've met, that's played this game has always lost. to the contrary, I've always won..." He laughs slightly as more tentacles come out of the flame, trying they're best to get the two to play.
Kasyr s' original intention of skewering Firewing with those countless swords is somewhat diverted- those 24 blades that had been propelled towards the dragon adjusting their trajectory slightly so as to punch through the oncoming tentacles. It also creates a neat little pathway of blades between the dragon and the vampiric trio, "I wonder, es this your last ditch effort at trying to coerce us into agreeing to your game- now that you've partially introduced the terms? Because to this moment, not a one of us have actually -agreed- to play, but simply...asked to get things underway. As in, the brutal violencing of you, by us." Kasyrs time spent tainted by demon blood has at least given him a bit of Savvy towards magical contractual bindings.
Kasyr whispered to Satoshi, "Go for it~"
Firewing laughs slightly as he looks at the two "Coerce you into agreeing? Oh no, you agreed on your own. I offered my Hand to the winner of this game, just as you three have offered me yours." he smiles evilly as he looks at the two the flame tentacles increasing in number by one every few seconds. He sighs as he sits down on the stone floor, the obsidian dragon board floating down to right above the ground with him, the four scales glowing on the start position.
Satoshi isn't going to be deterred by a few threads of fire after all these years dealing with the obnoxious element, and so Asorial is given the task of devouring the flames each time they dare come near her form while the kit begins walking. Not toward the board, and not even toward Firewing, but instead toward the room he'd occupied earlier, interrupted from drooling over his hoard by Kasyr's entrance. "Your game is boring. I'll play a round of 'how much treasure can a depthless bag hold', instead." Which is to say, if Firewing is so set on his game, Satoshi is going to help herself to his precious trove.
Dami had waited till Kasyr had finished talking, before tapping him lightly on the shoulder. With closed eyes, she offered a cheeky smile, and a playful little wave. Leaning in, she'd glance over his shoulder at the increasing amount of tentacles, and whisper to the Revenant. "Can I just bring the palace down on his head?"
Firewing glares at Satoshi as a Second Fire-ball appears in the air, across the room above the door, suddenly Large whips of fire extend from the Fire-ball, they seem to have something inside the whips this time as they stretch out towards her. He sighs slightly. "I was afraid of this..." he draws a knife from a pile of loot and looks at his left fore-arm. "I guess I'm going to have to do this. He stabs the knife in his arm slightly, as the Dragon's blood begins to slowly bleed from it. "Dragon's blood...a great Poison..."
Firewing sighs as he pulls up a bow of gold from the pile of loot and notches the arrow as he looks around. He looks up at the balls of fire spying that they're dying down, slightly. "Better wrap this up..."
Kasyr quite forcefully exerts his will upon the blades that are currently imbedded within the ground. Even as Firewings tempermental tentacles try and weave their way towards the vampire, those Obsidian arnaments are wrenched clear of the ground and settled into a circle around Dami and Kasyr. For a brief moment, a sibilant keen rings out through the room, before each weapon subtly slides into its neighbour and changes form, leaving a ring of twelve Nodachis near the fledgeling and sire duet. What's curious about this particular set up, is that the weapons in this state are particularily effective against magical energy- drawing in the excess of what strikes against them to feed their supernatural edge. Positioned as he is, and needing to do little more than occasionally step over towards one of the myriad blades to interpose it with Firewings offending flaming 'appendages', the Revenant persists in his little conversation. "Too bad none of us actually agreed to start the game, and spent our time arguing over possible stakes. Tsk." Dami is finally addressed at this point, a vexed, "Bring the house down, Cherie- I don't think the newt can fight."
Satoshi grins then, pausing to look back at the dragon while Asorial is bounced thoughtfully on her shoulder. "Oh, that was a very stupid thing to do~." Why? The sudden deathly chill filling the air should serve as the start of an explanation, the cryomancer beginning to hum as her magics weave through the air, seeking out the liquid that's been freshly exposed to the air. With so little moisture to be found in a desert, it is an easy thing for Lady Frostmaw's arcane abilities to seek out the dragon's wound and begin coaxing a supernatural cold into it. She has every intention of flooding Firewing's veins with her glacial magics, driving toward joints in an eager move to cripple him with sheer cold. Drawing a bow with shuddering arms and numb fingers is a near impossible thing, after all. And that's just the tip of the iceberg of Satoshi's abilities~.
Firewing looks up spying the flames are slowly dissipated into nothingness. "Oh, Shoot!" he quickly lets the String go, as the Arrow goes flying across the room, all the flames instantly dissappearing. Quickly he draws the staff on his back as the top half quickly turns into flames. "Well...I have to use my magic now..."
Firewing begins to freeze, his arms holding the staff. "Well...I suppose I'm done for..." he looks at the two and smiles slightly. "I'm impressed...you two won..."
Kasyr wonders if he should tell Dami to stop. ...Nah.
Satoshi scrapes Asorial's edge across the tiles at her feet in a steady rhythm, the screeching of metal on stone serving as the song that continues to breed the ice in Firewing's veins while she looks toward Kasyr and the stranger. A moment spared to scrutinize Dami, a futile attempt at long-distance gauging as to where she stands concerning her husband. Firewing's remark interrupts that musing however, and with a glower she looks at the dragon, "We haven't even started yet, lizard. I highly advise you get around to parting with an apology, pieces of yourself, and a bit of treasure, quick-like. Before we get more than just annoyed."
Dami was quick about making use of Satoshi's distraction, the terramancer quickly exiting off to the side of the scene. What looked like cowardice at first, quickly turned into the woman's offensive, the elf charging daringly at both the dragon and a convieniently placed pillar of stone beside him. With his hiss of 'announced defeat', Dami ignored it all together, and happily focused on doing just what Kasyr had said. Bring the house down. With a flashy tumble and a spring-loaded kick, the terramancer drove both feet into the base of the pillar, a piledriver kick at best. The base cracked and shattered from the little elf's questionable strength, a few tiles and dirt falling down towards Firewing. With this, she sprinted like mad from the rock, should it come down on her instead.
Kasyr whistles something akin to "Still got it" as he observed Damis' actions, the Kensai merely lounging against one of his myriad buried blades. "Or before the roof falls on your head. In this case, a lack of haste will make waste, et all. ..Or at least, lay to waste."
Firewing smiles at Satoshi "hmm...I'll give you twenty barrels full...my left hand...and I am truly sorry to mess with such an opponent." He looks at the two smiling. "That's what I'll give...in return, You'll cure me, stop her from bringing down the palace..." He eyes the two up and down curiously as if assessing them. "I must say...a worthy opponent, both of you...let's say, I owe you a favor...do we have a deal?" he looks at the two smiling evilly.
Satoshi said to Firewing, "Remind me again how you're in a position to bargain?" She looks rather pointedly at the pillar that's beginning to crumble beside the dragon then. "Not sure you have any say, really."
Satoshi adds, as an afterthought, "This is how you got into this mess in the first place. Assuming you're in some position of power to tell me what you'll take and why. Only thing I'll cure you of is that illusion."
Dami shouts over to Kasyr. "Mostly... still a few kinks!"
Satoshi really wishes she knew who this strange pillar-kicking elf was. Especially since she seems so very familiar and chummy with Kasyr. Suspicious Satos are very suspicious.
Firewing smiles slightly and laughs. "again, brilliant adversaries...Alright...A dragon's favor is worthless after all...the only helpful thing we can do is, oh, breathe fire, fly people, retrieve items of value, carry something immense, that's all..."
Satoshi yawns. "I'm the Air Marshall of a dragon air force. You're of no value to me, save as a thrown rug."
Firewing sighs in defeat. Then, leave me be. take the gold I offer, take my left hand, and leave me to the palace ruins..."
Dami had her arms around another pillar, far from Firewing this time. To Kasyr, she yells out. "Keep going?" Imbued with the strength of the earth, and a mysterious arua, she'd wrestle the pillar back and forth, several more tiles starting to fall, the pillar with it. At least if Kasyr didn't stop her.
Satoshi perks up a fair bit, and even manages a smile. Seeing the dragon's arrogance deflated was her main desire--although the gold and hand are a delicious bonus. "Love, would you do the honors~?" Obviously she's talking to Kasyr here.
Kasyr snickers softly at Damis' comment, before shoving himself up into a standing position- the ring of swords the Revenant had coaxed into existance now dissipating into a miasma of black. "Feel free to finish up with that so he has another reminder of our visit. But I think, short of any other hostilities, we're departing."
Dami , admittedly had some trouble with this one, the raw source of her powers exhausted. Yeah, it had been quite some time since the woman had any reason to exact such force. Either way- it was going down. She'd take step back, and step into her kick with a rounded spin, and a high leg. Basically doing the splits, she buried her boot into the stone, and gave one last forcing push in. It would topple seconds later, while she quickly scurried away. She was in dire need of some conditioning.
Dami limped towards Kasyr. She might have pulled a hammy.
Firewing sighs as he waits in defeat, his eyes falling to the floor. "They were right...I am getting old...I've lost my tricks...can't think of anything...Might as well lose a hand...punishment given where punishment is due..."
Kasyr offers Dami a smirk and a quiet, "Good job." before he casually meanders over towards Firewing. Whether or not the dragon decided to lash out at the Revenant when he was in close quarters, it's very unlikely it will stop the vampire. With a simple flick of his wrist, a grotesque surge of ebon energy surges out from the Kensais sleeve- rapidly coalescing into the guise of a Katana. And just as swiftly as its' formed the swordsman dashes in towards Firewing, quite intent on startling the poor fellow, before an abrupt step to the side brings him off to the side, and into the perfect position to swing his sword up and sever the dragons hand from his arm. His -non- frozen hand.
Firewing is surprised at how fast the vampire moves. without warning, Firewint's hand is cut off, flying through the air for a few seconds before hitting the ground, the poisonous blood flies around in the air as blood begins to gush from his wound. He yells put in immense pain as he breathes a large flamethrower of fire in front of him. He then falls on the ground, the wound bleeding, very slowly and agonizingly beginning to stop. he sits on the ground, his eyes closed tight with pain and his hand beside him.
Satoshi has helped herself to a decent portion of the hoard, shoveling the gold and gems into her boundless satchel while Kasyr's claiming the blood prize from the dragon. Once the hand is removed, the kit lets up on her raiding, hefts her bag back into place, and meanders over to her husband. All while eyeing the dragon and damaged pillars carefully. "Next time you decide to try and demand something of me, bite off your tongue. Or attempt to use the word 'please'."
Firewing nods as he keeps his eyes shut tight with pain, not opening them, afraid he'll scream. he then falls on his right side to rest in pain ignoring the palace collapsing around him. He doesn't care anymore.
Kasyr had sidestepped for this very reason- with an additional pair of side shuffles serving to get him clear of the blast of fire. It doesn't particularily take much effort on the hybrids part to toss his offhand in front of his face, either, the few smatterings of blood that hurtle out in his direction spattering against the back of his hand and the trenchcoated arm. With a slight sneer reserved for the burning sensation, the Kensai simply proceeds to wipe his arm off against his trenchcoat. From there, he simply stabs his blade into the severed hand- before carelessly swinging his blade out in Damis direction, with enough force used to dislodge the served limb. "Carry that, s'il te plait."
Satoshi said to Kasyr, "On y va? I don't want to dig myself out from under -another- building."
Kasyr said to Satoshi, "Let's go~"
Dami wrinkles her nose again, bending over to pinch the mans severed hand between her thumb and forefinger. She held it out as far as she could, treating it like an infants dirty diaper. Stuffing a hand into her pant pocket, she quickly, and quietly follows behind the two. "Did you ever once clean your fingernails?" She calls back, not expecting an answer.
Dami drops the severed hand onto a table, taking a seat shortly after. Crossing her arms, she'd rest her chin on top, and eye the thing. "What are you going to do with it?" She asks openly to whoever would answer.
Satoshi isn't far behind in claiming a seat at the table, and prodding repeatedly at the hand to set it into a wobbly sort of spinning. "It's going in the trophy hall, of course." She'd rather it be a dragon's head, but a hand will suffice until the Red brute comes calling again.
Dami half expected it to get up and dance, the way Satoshi sent it wobbling. "So what exactly -did- he do, to earn this?" She hadn't read the board, but caught wind of the bounty from word of mouth. Again, she was plastered when she decided to go for the bounty, so even if she had heard the real reason, she probably didn't remember it.
Satoshi is almost tempted to make it dance, were she not feeling too lazy to invoke the necessary spells to manipulate dead blood. Instead, she just continues to poke at the hand to keep it spinning, while she answers, "Insults, presumptuous demands, threats against my life, all on my territory."
Dami blinks. After witnessing the force of power on display tonight, she tips her head to the side. "Did he at least know what he was getting himself into? Probably not, I would assume." Unless the dragon was that much of a masochist. Her eyes never left the hand, finding mild humor at this point. Satoshi was spinning a severed hand around. How was this not funny?
Satoshi snickers, giving a flick of her hand and a whistle to send the hand tumbling in Dami's direction. "It's the so-called 'intelligent' dragons that get themselves into stupid messes," she remarks, with a one-sided shrug, "they can't seem to keep their pride in check~. But this one has learned, hopefully. ...or I'll be playing with him again, and he'll lose more than a hand." It -has- been a while since she'd made a new addition to her collection, come to think of it.
Dami sat up, and tucked her arms in her lap, treating the hand as if it had cooties. Or maybe it was the fact that it belonged to a dragon, and as common knowledge went, dragon's blood and vampires didn't mix. She was still pretty 'new' to this life of unlife thing, so until she learned by trial and error, she'd keep her distance. "Pride. I let it get the better of me once." She smirked. "Your husband destroyed my body because of it." She blinked, looking up to quickly add. "My first body."
Satoshi's amber-flecked eyes flick up to meet Dami, her expression neutral until, after a prolonged pause, she grins crookedly. "He does that a lot, yes." If she's got questions for the stranger--and boy does she--Satoshi's keeping them silent for now. There's still much sorting out she needs to do firstly, like trying to determine why Kasyr apparently has a fondness for white hair and blue eyes. He should know better, after her reaction to Ilydia.
Kasyr arrives belatedly enough, the Guardian currently clutching onto a sparking fox. Apparently, his absence has had something to do with an unexpected game of tag. Towards the pair, he simply offers a wave- with his energetic companion offering an enthusiastic yip. "Bonne soir."
Dami used Kasyr as an excuse to break eye contact with the woman. She could only guess what was running through her mind after that little slip up. "Thought you got lost."
Satoshi, around the same time that Kasyr arrives, rises to her feet with a sigh. As much as she loves loitering, now that she's back in Frostmaw, there's little excuse for avoiding the mountain of work that needs tending. With that in mind, she nods once to Dami and makes her way toward the door, where she pauses to give Sparky and Kasyr each an affectionate tug of the ear. And to the sparking fox goes, "Did you manage to lose Lorelei, and had to steal my husband, then?"
Kasyr offers Satoshi a content smile, and a enthusiastic wiggle of his ears (a response that Sparky mirrors). From there, the Kensai simply leans forward to press a kiss to the fox-kits cheek, "I take it you've acquainted yourself with Dami, Cherie? I'm hoping to introduce her to the rest of the Coterie as soon as I can." Towards the Terramancer, the vampire humbly states, "I think getting lost would have been more dignified than chasing a fox around town."
Satoshi has a name to go with Dami now! And she didn't even have to ask for it. Either or, the kit's still polite enough to turn back and give Dami a nod of greeting and farewell before she heads out the door. But not before she adds in a half-whisper to Kasyr in passing, "You don't seem to lose dignity when chasing foxes around bedrooms, though~..."
Dami was trying her hand.. at poking the detached one atop the table. Smiling, she'd wave Firewing's hand at Satoshi, her farewell for the night. Upon realization, she'd drop the hand back onto the table, and make a 'blech' face.
Satoshi gets the feeling that hand is going to get ruined long before it makes it to the trophy hall.
Kasyr waits until the doors shut before dropping Sparky to the ground, the fox seemingly taking that as permission to run amok- given it promptly begins to run full tilt about the room in search of something to do. The vampire, in the mean time, walks over to the table Damis seated at, collapses into a chair and just idly calls out, "Let's get some Ale et keep it coming. Maybe a raw steak or two."