The Ward's Guard

"All fascinating questions," Silver chimed in. "But if you'll excuse my language, how the blazes do they make planets if they can't Narrate?" He glanced around worriedly. "They can't . . . Right? Did I miss something?"

"That's why I have you," he said with the sweetest smile he could muster.

"That sounds suspiciously like work and practice. Two things I try very hard to avoid." @Zephrun's Imperium

He turned to face her. "Oh yeah?" The man raised his hand and snapped his fingers as he Narrated, not breaking eye contact with his girlfriend. "Sprite appeared in Silver's hand." As he finished speaking, a ball of the bubbly liquid appeared just on top of his finger tips. It swirled and danced with graceful motions for the slightest second before collapsing at his touch. The soda drenched the Narrator's hand and splashed all across the floor. Shaking his hand, Silver raised an eyebrow. "And that is why I have trust issues."

Silver rolled his eyes. "What? You think just magically making that sort of stuff appear is easy? If it was, then I would have had a cool, carbonated beverage in my hand hours ago."

Silver took some notes while mumbling to himself. "Peace not an option, victory or death." With a click of his tongue, he put away the imaginary notepad with a smile. "That sounds like a cause alright." He turned to Pearl. "What's the plan, then, boss?" @Zephrun's Imperium

"So you refuse to negotiate terms with them?" He took down a careful note on his imaginary notepad. "What options are you pursuing?"

"Noted," Silver said with a shrug. "Have you considered talking to them? Follow-up question, have they made any offers concerning health benefits?"

Silver held his hands as if there were a tiny notepad in one, and a pencil in his other, though they were both empty. "Silver, professional couch potato and part time lazy-man. I'm here on behalf of House Celeste, specifically Pearl Celeste. I had some questions about your evil empire."

Silver raised a hand. "Excuse me? Person talking about this Empire business?" @Frustration

"He must get around a lot," Silver muttered to her. "Did you catch the stuff about the 'Empire' things?"

Pior shrugged. "I'll put you down for a maybe." He then turned around, and dashed out of the room, checking a few times to see if she was following.

"You don't talk much, do ya?"

Pior didn't even stop to catch his ever-elusive breath. "Bad things. Gotta go, right now.:"

Sprinting through the village, Pior kept a careful eye out as he made his way to that old windbag's house, hoping that Val was still there as he burst through the door. @Vapor

Silver leaned towards the young woman. "I'll admit, if I knew there was this much sitting around to do on an adventure, I would have suggested we do it at home."

Silver, looking incredibly confused, simply nodded. "Yes, settled. That sounds like an excellent idea."

"I thought . . ." he shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "Never mind."

"Hey." Silver touched her shoulder. "You doing ok?"

"Although I must say, being in charge of candles would be interesting."

He rolled his eyes but conceded the point. "Very well, I am her boyfriend, Silver."

"What? You disagree?" He feigned being offended.

Silver placed his hand on top of Pearl's and shook as well. "I'm her manly whore," he said, still grinning.

"Dude, 'efficient' is the last word I would use to describe us," Silver chimed. "I can't even take a nap efficiently with her around." He pointed towards Pearl with a grin on his face.