Picture Yourself In A Boat On A River

[sarcastass]

Who Szel and Amberdrake
When Early evening
Where Amberdrake's office in Attleton
What Szel's hit the fae soul shit too hard. Now he's out to inflict himself on others.
Warnings Drugs?

Oh. No good. Great. Tannusen passed out. Not that Szel did not attempt to rouse the doped up tiger, he nudged him with his foot and poked his face and everything. But when his clearly extensive and well thought out awakening tactics failed, he just was left with no choice.

He'd have to go spend the evening with someone else.

Swimming through a haze of magically induced hallucinations was a fascinating trip, and when he found he no longer cared to walk, the demon took to teleporting his way through the city.

Which was how he ended up materializing in an office, the scent of opium hanging thickly around him.

"Don't bother going for the door. It's locked now."

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[amberdrake]

"Well, I'm glad you're having a good time, then."

That still didn't explain why the guy was here.

[sarcastass]

Because he wants to be fuck you, Drake.

"I am." Wait.

"... I almost forgot why I was here." DERP.

"Have you heard any of the recent scandal from Everglade? Considering it's the go to place for this now, it's always chock full of it. I ask because I'm well aware." A pause.

"I doubt you are though, even if the guardian there is roughly as secretive and subtle as a flaming cinder block in drag being tossed through the window of a church."

Pause. Again. He's waiting for his brain to catch up.

"I oughtn't really."

... BUT. The demon leans forward, a move that, had he not been absolutely fucked right the hell up, would have seemed gracefully conspiratorial. As it is, the wings are again tossed into disarray, flapping everywhere, sticking out at random, difficult angles, the cane sliding out to tap around until he found Amberdrake with it. At least the tap was gentle.

"So we all know what her stance is with humans."

... Go on. Ask him to keep going.

[amberdrake]

...He doubts Drake is aware of the scandal in Everglade? Amberdrake doesn't bother to rise to that bait, not even a little bit. The kestra'chern just takes a drink of his tea, quite relaxed in his seat. He doesn't even react to being tapped with the cane, having rather expected it.

Not because the stranger somehow doesn't know where he is, of course. Drake hasn't moved from his seat this whole time, after all. No, it's expected because the winged man is being so very fidgety.

"How would I know what her stance is with humans?" Okay, maybe a little rising to the bait, if only because it amuses him.

[sarcastass]

Go on, rise to it. Take that fucking bait, Drake. He wants to talk some shit, goddamnit, it's important, okay. He was doing his damn best to ensure that he didn't accidentally cause the man any sort of damage.

Or the rest of the room. He was just barely careful enough not to start accidentally swiping things off shelves with those big stupid wings.

"Do you or don't you?" Because in lawyer talk that was a pretty ambiguous answer there, smart guy.

"Are you telling me you don't know, or are you asking how I'd imagine you'd tumble into the information that you have otherwise? That's not what this conversation is about. Focus."

YOU FOCUS, ASSHOLE.

[amberdrake]

Don't worry, Szel. Four worlds besides his own, now; you're still not the weirdest -- or bitchiest -- person Amberdrake's ever dealt with. Not by a long shot.

Konzen Douji still had both of those particular titles in the bag.

...It hadn't helped matters much that he'd been the previous incarnation of Drake's ke'chara and everyone involved had known it. Oh, and a literal God, to boot.

"I am aware, yes," Amberdrake decided to play ball, a little, instead of just continuing to gently poke at the stranger's own insinuations, "that one of the city guardians has a dislike for humans that could be observed from orbit."

Being human, himself, and having been on multiple worlds where that was the sort of thing that got a person murdered in the streets... yes. The veteran War-Healer had indeed been paying attention.

[sarcastass]

"Yes, it's grossly obvious. Not that I don't understand some form of distaste for humans, no offense." Sort of. Not really.

"But to take it to such an idiotic point- She demanded paperwork from nonhumans too! The nerve, can you even imagine? Demanding that everyone give up vital personal information like species and age and real names.

This is how humane disasters start.

You know what I've heard though?"

His tone dipped down lower.

"Her husband is human. Magic, of course, but human."

[amberdrake]

"That's not very surprising," Amberdrake pours himself some more tea, "everyone has their blind spots."

NO OFFENSE BRO.

Sort of. Not really.

To be fair, this is after hours, and he'd rather like to get home to his own human not-husband sometime tonight. Some chatty Cathy gossipy teleporting guy is stopping him from doing that, right now, and it's been... a long day.

He's allowing himself a little snark, for once. Just a bit around the edges of that serene kestra'chern mask of his.

[sarcastass]

u fuk

There's an offended snort, a blast of that same opium scented smoke filling the area for the briefest moment. Lack of control seemed to extend to everything, abilities included, it seemed.

"Don't get catty."

SZEL YOU BROKE IN.

"The level of hypocrisy involved in this is nearly at personal fantasy levels, I'd say she was suffering from hallucinations. It's already painfully clear the woman is delusional.

All this garbage to get attention for an overpriced panty store.

I hope someone burns her house down."

[amberdrake]

Is this what's going on? Is he supposed to psychoanalyze Grell with this... whoever he is?

Buddy you don't even have an appointment. In fact...

"I didn't catch your name," Amberdrake cut into the midst of the gossiping, after taking a sip of his tea. He eyed that smoke with a little suspicion, glad that the birds weren't in the office tonight.