Post by Mikkel on Jul 31, 2022 11:05:21 GMT -6
It shouldn't have been possible for Mikkel's expression to get any emptier. Which it didn't, as a matter of fact. What did get emptier was Mikkel's own perception of what he called his expression for lack of a better term. Monster. Hunting. He juggled those words in his mind in much the same way a real juggler would do with real fireballs. Words that singed his very eyebrows, if only metaphorically, after which what followed was silence. Silence, and Mikkel staring at the man and then at the Tonberries, and finally at the man again. And then rinse and repeat just a little faster.
“Are you for real? Just, in front of–” He threw up his hands as he shook his head. “You know what, forget I asked. Monsters, or rather the idea of "monster" is after all socially constructed and yadda yadda yadda. Actually, when you make proposals like that, do make sure that you have a handbook of what is considered a monster here? Hey, maybe you really do, I don't know, if yes fork it over. Haven't even given you the time to answer, have I? Anyway–”
Mikkel took some time to give the idea as much serious consideration as he could, which was about five seconds. The cackle that followed, which started low and rose in volume with each passing moment, lasted much longer. He slapped his knee before he straightened his back again.
“Look,” he wheezed, bringing a gloved finger to his eye socket to wipe a tear that wasn't there. “Been there, done that, and you would be surprised at the circumstances. Still, gotcha. I'll keep that in mind. I do plan to travel so who knows, I might end up doing it for real in self-defence. Not even joking.”
Still, he wondered how much about him that man did not catch at all, and how much he was simply choosing to ignore. "Make roads more convenient to traverse." Like, really? Still, other adventurers did seem to engage in that for money or for altruism or bloodlust or whatever, so that might have been a good start...
...But who was he kidding? It was the kind of show that he had seen thousands of times in the past. Possibly literal thousands. Regardless, after some time you realised it really was the most basic of entertainment nine times out of ten. Man hunts animal, animal hunts man. One of them usually won. Sometimes there was a tie. There was rarely anything more to it. He glanced at the arena, and then remembered about the ticket he bought.
“Well, time I take my seat. Toodles, uh... um... Whatever your name is. And sirs. And-or ladies. And-or otherwise gendered folks. Can't tell to save my life, to be honest. Thank the underworld there's no life to save here, eh? Hah!”
“Are you for real? Just, in front of–” He threw up his hands as he shook his head. “You know what, forget I asked. Monsters, or rather the idea of "monster" is after all socially constructed and yadda yadda yadda. Actually, when you make proposals like that, do make sure that you have a handbook of what is considered a monster here? Hey, maybe you really do, I don't know, if yes fork it over. Haven't even given you the time to answer, have I? Anyway–”
Mikkel took some time to give the idea as much serious consideration as he could, which was about five seconds. The cackle that followed, which started low and rose in volume with each passing moment, lasted much longer. He slapped his knee before he straightened his back again.
“Look,” he wheezed, bringing a gloved finger to his eye socket to wipe a tear that wasn't there. “Been there, done that, and you would be surprised at the circumstances. Still, gotcha. I'll keep that in mind. I do plan to travel so who knows, I might end up doing it for real in self-defence. Not even joking.”
Still, he wondered how much about him that man did not catch at all, and how much he was simply choosing to ignore. "Make roads more convenient to traverse." Like, really? Still, other adventurers did seem to engage in that for money or for altruism or bloodlust or whatever, so that might have been a good start...
...But who was he kidding? It was the kind of show that he had seen thousands of times in the past. Possibly literal thousands. Regardless, after some time you realised it really was the most basic of entertainment nine times out of ten. Man hunts animal, animal hunts man. One of them usually won. Sometimes there was a tie. There was rarely anything more to it. He glanced at the arena, and then remembered about the ticket he bought.
“Well, time I take my seat. Toodles, uh... um... Whatever your name is. And sirs. And-or ladies. And-or otherwise gendered folks. Can't tell to save my life, to be honest. Thank the underworld there's no life to save here, eh? Hah!”
