[That's not an unexpected reaction, but Takizawa gets to his feet all the same. He grabs for the curtains in order to force them back open. Really? This guy thinks shoving a piece of fabric between them is going to get him to leave?]
(the grab at the curtains has hei gripping the handle of a large two-pronged blade, thrusting it through the gap in the cloth. it rests a foot away from takizawa's chest, poised, its wielder casting a dark look up from beneath the hood of his cloak.)
And you have no self-restraint. (a low threat follows:) I suggest you let the curtains go and find something else to preoccupy yourself with. It's in your best interests.
(he doesn't have to use divination magic to tell that takizawa's luck's going to change drastically if their quarrel doesn't end now.)
[Takizawa stays still, hands still on the curtains as he glances downward just enough to get a look at the blade at his chest. It's an interesting weapon - maybe not something he'd gotten here. Threatening, for sure. His face breaks into a toothy grin.]
Are you going to fight me here? That would also be bad for business.
[He's basically human here, from what he can tell, just with some magic at his disposal that he's not fully sure what to do with yet. If he gets stabbed, he's not going to regenerate the way he normally would.
I'd fight you here and I'd kill you here. (the grin tells him all he needs to know: he's unstable, like so many people he's fought before.) All that's left for you to do is step down and away from me.
I only want to be left alone.
(that's all he's ever wanted, to make enough to cover his meal and find a nice, quiet, secluded place to eat it. please, lord.)
What you're doing is pointless. Find someone else to harass.
You want to be left alone, but you wanted business?
[Takizawa steps back a little, grin giving way to an annoyed frown.] Seems contradictory. [Of course he hadn't been allowing for either of these things.]
[The threat is enough to make him want to fight this man for real, but he's at least collected enough to know when he shouldn't jump into a fight unprepared. In his own world he's a force to be reckoned with, but here he can barely figure out how to get his magic to work. It's pathetic.
So he sighs.] Right. Fine. Sure.
[Hei will get what he wants for now. Takizawa throws up both hands and walks away.
...But he'll return in about half an hour to slam 20 cunes down on the table.]
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[That's not an unexpected reaction, but Takizawa gets to his feet all the same. He grabs for the curtains in order to force them back open. Really? This guy thinks shoving a piece of fabric between them is going to get him to leave?]
You have awful people skills.
[He says as if his are any better.]
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And you have no self-restraint. (a low threat follows:) I suggest you let the curtains go and find something else to preoccupy yourself with. It's in your best interests.
(he doesn't have to use divination magic to tell that takizawa's luck's going to change drastically if their quarrel doesn't end now.)
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Are you going to fight me here? That would also be bad for business.
[He's basically human here, from what he can tell, just with some magic at his disposal that he's not fully sure what to do with yet. If he gets stabbed, he's not going to regenerate the way he normally would.
There's something thrilling about that.]
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I only want to be left alone.
(that's all he's ever wanted, to make enough to cover his meal and find a nice, quiet, secluded place to eat it. please, lord.)
What you're doing is pointless. Find someone else to harass.
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[Takizawa steps back a little, grin giving way to an annoyed frown.] Seems contradictory. [Of course he hadn't been allowing for either of these things.]
[The threat is enough to make him want to fight this man for real, but he's at least collected enough to know when he shouldn't jump into a fight unprepared. In his own world he's a force to be reckoned with, but here he can barely figure out how to get his magic to work. It's pathetic.
So he sighs.] Right. Fine. Sure.
[Hei will get what he wants for now. Takizawa throws up both hands and walks away.
...But he'll return in about half an hour to slam 20 cunes down on the table.]