06-20-2017, 07:32 AM
((OOC - sorry for the hiatus, concentrated on the games I DM until my daughter's birthday party which shall be tonight. Most things settled though so here we go))
((OOC2 - by smooth talk I meant something like reading between the lines, using code words and such, maybe the proper phrase is fast talk? also getting body language into the picture but that's more like sense motive, right?))
Nacesh didn't really know what to think of the Remade, Joshua and all. On one part, he observed them with mild interest; most looked like constructs or half-constructs for him, a branch of arcana that he's never been interested in too much. Death at a range and charms were more his thing. On the other part, he scorned at the thought of how malicious these penalties were, some of them having absolutely no apparent use to the society, regardless of how Agloval explained the purpose.
The stew sounded like an unsafe choice in any lowly place, even in familiar surroundings, but more so in New Crobuzon, gods know how far away from home. Dried meat was something that he still had in his bag, so if he ordered something it was just an act of policy. He was almost distracted by the wax shade of Selina's face and for a moment he thought she was indeed so unfocused that she drank the local water until she retrieved her own waterskin. This made Nacesh relieved. If something then alcohol may make any drink safer in festering pits of pandemonium like this.
He watched silently as Simon arrived and observed with mild amusement how he was afraid of germs but not afraid of touching some magic wielding arachnid's day-old carcass. He couldn't help but allowing himself a half-smirk at the thought. Still, as much as the many uncertainties around here were distracting, he tried to keep his focus, holding tightly on the shaft of his spear to remind him that he should jump at the first sign of threat.
((OOC2 - by smooth talk I meant something like reading between the lines, using code words and such, maybe the proper phrase is fast talk? also getting body language into the picture but that's more like sense motive, right?))
Nacesh didn't really know what to think of the Remade, Joshua and all. On one part, he observed them with mild interest; most looked like constructs or half-constructs for him, a branch of arcana that he's never been interested in too much. Death at a range and charms were more his thing. On the other part, he scorned at the thought of how malicious these penalties were, some of them having absolutely no apparent use to the society, regardless of how Agloval explained the purpose.
The stew sounded like an unsafe choice in any lowly place, even in familiar surroundings, but more so in New Crobuzon, gods know how far away from home. Dried meat was something that he still had in his bag, so if he ordered something it was just an act of policy. He was almost distracted by the wax shade of Selina's face and for a moment he thought she was indeed so unfocused that she drank the local water until she retrieved her own waterskin. This made Nacesh relieved. If something then alcohol may make any drink safer in festering pits of pandemonium like this.
He watched silently as Simon arrived and observed with mild amusement how he was afraid of germs but not afraid of touching some magic wielding arachnid's day-old carcass. He couldn't help but allowing himself a half-smirk at the thought. Still, as much as the many uncertainties around here were distracting, he tried to keep his focus, holding tightly on the shaft of his spear to remind him that he should jump at the first sign of threat.
