Alexi gave Damien a startled look, and promptly burst into uproarious laughter, although it hurt a great deal to do so. "I do-don't belie-lieve it," he wheezed, struggling to a sitting position. "You ha-have a se-se-sense of humor! A forces-damned se-sense of humor!"
Post by Northen Light36 on Jul 5, 2006 4:51:30 GMT -5
"After watching you make a fool of yourself, who wouldn't?" replies Damien. "Go find one of the herbalists in the camp to take care of that burn so you can at least put some clothing on." With that, the Leader turns and walks away.
"Sure thing, Leader. Whatever you say, O Honored geezer," Alexi snarked. That was as close to "Honored Leader Damien" he would get.
Somehow he got to his feet and staggered off to find the herbalists, uncaring of the stares he was getting. He had probably earned the whipping he'd just gotten, and his sense of modesty was so atrophied he couldn't care less about the fact he was practically naked.
Damien had gained some of Alexian's respect for now. The flirting and smart remarks would be subdued. Just subdued, however. Alexi couldn't let this incident push him down too far. He had a reputation to live up to.
Post by Northen Light36 on Jul 7, 2006 3:52:33 GMT -5
One of the herbalists was watching the 'battle' and hurries up with a bottle of burn cream. "Here, this will help with that, Black," he remarks, smirking. What he's not saying is that this particular cream hurts like hell for the first twenty minutes on.