Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
03-27-2010, 10:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
"What do you think of the offer, Gormand?"
"..."
"...You said 'trade.'"
Hoss looked curiously at the meatball, who was already doing the same to him.
"Warring nations do not trade."
The machine-man started to speak, but Gormand held up a limb. "Yet, trading nations do not war."
Hand of Silver crossed his arms. [background=silver:39rxl9ht]"An oversimplification of global affairs."[/background:39rxl9ht]
"A true one nevertheless." Gormand gave the impression of grinning impishly. "And I'm not entirely certain I could win a war at the moment."
Konka Rar stroked his chin. "So, we are in agreement?"
The meatball nodded, then abruptly laughed; more of a short, derisive bark than the rolling thunder of true merriment. "Of course, I think he'll run out of questions before my needs are met." Another snort, and more aggrivated muttering. "Assuming they can be..."
Hoss glanced at Konka Rar. The necromancer merely shrugged.
Gormand sighed, gaze shifting back to the cyborg. "I digress. Your terms are acceptable." Pity, that people require incentive to work together towards a shared goal...
Hoss had the distinct feeling the foodbeast was looking through him. But Gormand blinked, and the moment was gone. [background=silver:39rxl9ht]"...Alright then. What do you need?"[/background:39rxl9ht]
"What do you think of the offer, Gormand?"
"..."
"...You said 'trade.'"
Hoss looked curiously at the meatball, who was already doing the same to him.
"Warring nations do not trade."
The machine-man started to speak, but Gormand held up a limb. "Yet, trading nations do not war."
Hand of Silver crossed his arms. [background=silver:39rxl9ht]"An oversimplification of global affairs."[/background:39rxl9ht]
"A true one nevertheless." Gormand gave the impression of grinning impishly. "And I'm not entirely certain I could win a war at the moment."
Konka Rar stroked his chin. "So, we are in agreement?"
The meatball nodded, then abruptly laughed; more of a short, derisive bark than the rolling thunder of true merriment. "Of course, I think he'll run out of questions before my needs are met." Another snort, and more aggrivated muttering. "Assuming they can be..."
Hoss glanced at Konka Rar. The necromancer merely shrugged.
Gormand sighed, gaze shifting back to the cyborg. "I digress. Your terms are acceptable." Pity, that people require incentive to work together towards a shared goal...
Hoss had the distinct feeling the foodbeast was looking through him. But Gormand blinked, and the moment was gone. [background=silver:39rxl9ht]"...Alright then. What do you need?"[/background:39rxl9ht]