[ He knows only a little bit about fairies. Step into the mushroom ring, dance until you die. Something like that. ]
Well, however it happens, magic or technology, it's the same effect. I'm hoping the isolation is done through technology, however. Easier to break out that way.
[ Imagine, a land in an unreachable pocket dimension that is maintained by magic. That would be the worst. ]
My role is to help people as well, but to be smart about it. [ He tilts his head, frowning and critical. ] If they need help so badly, why don't they say how? [ Give Damian an action to take and he will complete it if he's inclined to (flawlessly, of course), but this was shady.
The offer, surprisingly, is the first thing to draw a reaction a little more positive out of the darkest thing in this city boy, something close to a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.
Oh, Diarmuid, you sweet summer child.
He's a little past the just started with real swords stage. His chin tilts up, haughty and self-assured, but even the arrogance is a brighter fit on his dour face. ]
I was trained under the League of Assassins. I'm a master of hand-to-hand combat and extremely proficient in sword-fighting techniques.
[ In other words, he would wipe the floor with the boy. A pause, as he considers his options, lips pursing in thought. ]
no subject
[ He knows only a little bit about fairies. Step into the mushroom ring, dance until you die. Something like that. ]
Well, however it happens, magic or technology, it's the same effect. I'm hoping the isolation is done through technology, however. Easier to break out that way.
[ Imagine, a land in an unreachable pocket dimension that is maintained by magic. That would be the worst. ]
My role is to help people as well, but to be smart about it. [ He tilts his head, frowning and critical. ] If they need help so badly, why don't they say how? [ Give Damian an action to take and he will complete it if he's inclined to (flawlessly, of course), but this was shady.
The offer, surprisingly, is the first thing to draw a reaction a little more positive out of the
darkest thing in this cityboy, something close to a smirk curling the corner of his mouth.Oh, Diarmuid, you sweet summer child.He's a little past the just started with real swords stage. His chin tilts up, haughty and self-assured, but even the arrogance is a brighter fit on his dour face. ]
I was trained under the League of Assassins. I'm a master of hand-to-hand combat and extremely proficient in sword-fighting techniques.
[ In other words, he would wipe the floor with the boy. A pause, as he considers his options, lips pursing in thought. ]
I suppose I could train you.