Despite how odd the dinner is, and how many death threats are made among the North wizards, it still feels like a fairly cozy large family dinner.
Bradley's observing as the kids start asking questions like "what's your name, what do you do, you don't have any magic, how did you get here" with varying degrees of politeness. ]
Ah. [LOOKING OVER AT THE PLATE EATING] Is he...going to be alright, Nero?
[SOMEONE HELP HIM??]
[But he's distracted by the questions, turning to the kids with a bright smile.]
I'm Herlock Sholmes! World famous great detective, at your service. And hm? perhaps I do have magic, of a kind! Not like you wizards, of course. You're all quite talented. I simply walked in, you know!
[ Nero is not concerned. Bradley is trying to get him to stop, but it seems like Mithra thinks Bradley is only trying to stop him so he can eat the plate. Which only makes him eat it faster.
Sometimes you have to ignore the insanity happening around you.
Mitile looks the most interested, "What kind of magic are you doing, Mr. Sholmes?"
Magic? Me! Why, trickery, and stealth, and listening in to secret government communications! And solving mysteries, of course. That is its own magic. And how right you are! [A gesture of the fork at Riquet.] A sort of portal, indeed.
[Sholmes will only see this if he looks in the Northern tables direction, but Mithra stands up the moment he talks about portals. "I see. So this human wants to die. He thinks he's better at creating portals than I am."
Bradley is at least slightly invested in making sure Nero's friends do NOT end up dead and he starts picking a fight about a completely separate issue, i.e. he's trying to steal Mithra's chicken.
Owen just laughs at them, mouth completely filled with cream.]
[Riquet is frowning deeply at Sholmes, "It's immoral for you to listen to people's secret communication. You shouldn't play tricks either, unless its on H...Halloween and you give people candy. Nero says it's rude to wave the silverware around the table like that."]
They have t' play tricks to get all the information they need.
[Riquet's face says he still thinks this is a sinful thing Sholmes is doing.]
[LOOKING OVER AT NORTHERN GROUP LIKE HELLO SIR HE IS NOT HERE TO ESTABLISH PORTAL AUTHORITY]
Nero is correct! I only play tricks and such thing to help others. You see, if you don't play tricks on criminals and bad people, they may make worse things happen! They could hurt and kill people. So a trick here and there for the purpose of good is necessary. Criminals don't always play by the rules, so I don't either.
[No that definitely has to be it? Why would anybody say anything about portals if they didn't want to die? Except now the entirety of Bradley, Owen and Mithra seem to be having a fist fight at their section of the table.
Riquet... frowns deeply. "Mister Nero, why are you friends with a criminal?"
Nero is desperately trying not to laugh.]
Do you want dessert, Riquet?
[Riquet has forgotten everything for now in favor of chocolate, "Yes, please!"]
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Yes, he has. Isn't his cooking wonderful? Nero truly deserves all the praise for his mastery of the culinary arts!
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Riquet, immediately, "Please watch your language, Bradley. Though... It is true." Punctuated with a pleased little giggle.]
H... Hey now...
[ He's embarrassed. But at least the rest of the household comes in, thanking him for the meal and digging in.
Mithra might be eating the bone too, but nobody can really stop him. Owen completely ignores the chicken in favor of the cake. ]
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[And he's digging in to the fried chicken, though....yeah, Mithra sure is. Eating the bone.]
[Maybe that's a wizard thing?]
[He's enjoying the chicken though, and the company.]
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Despite how odd the dinner is, and how many death threats are made among the North wizards, it still feels like a fairly cozy large family dinner.
Bradley's observing as the kids start asking questions like "what's your name, what do you do, you don't have any magic, how did you get here" with varying degrees of politeness. ]
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[SOMEONE HELP HIM??]
[But he's distracted by the questions, turning to the kids with a bright smile.]
I'm Herlock Sholmes! World famous great detective, at your service. And hm? perhaps I do have magic, of a kind! Not like you wizards, of course. You're all quite talented. I simply walked in, you know!
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[ Nero is not concerned. Bradley is trying to get him to stop, but it seems like Mithra thinks Bradley is only trying to stop him so he can eat the plate. Which only makes him eat it faster.
Sometimes you have to ignore the insanity happening around you.
Mitile looks the most interested, "What kind of magic are you doing, Mr. Sholmes?"
"Through... A portal?" Asks Riquet. ]
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[He doesn't see.]
Magic? Me! Why, trickery, and stealth, and listening in to secret government communications! And solving mysteries, of course. That is its own magic. And how right you are! [A gesture of the fork at Riquet.] A sort of portal, indeed.
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Bradley is at least slightly invested in making sure Nero's friends do NOT end up dead and he starts picking a fight about a completely separate issue, i.e. he's trying to steal Mithra's chicken.
Owen just laughs at them, mouth completely filled with cream.]
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[Riquet is frowning deeply at Sholmes, "It's immoral for you to listen to people's secret communication. You shouldn't play tricks either, unless its on H...Halloween and you give people candy. Nero says it's rude to wave the silverware around the table like that."]
They have t' play tricks to get all the information they need.
[Riquet's face says he still thinks this is a sinful thing Sholmes is doing.]
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Nero is correct! I only play tricks and such thing to help others. You see, if you don't play tricks on criminals and bad people, they may make worse things happen! They could hurt and kill people. So a trick here and there for the purpose of good is necessary. Criminals don't always play by the rules, so I don't either.
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Riquet... frowns deeply. "Mister Nero, why are you friends with a criminal?"
Nero is desperately trying not to laugh.]
Do you want dessert, Riquet?
[Riquet has forgotten everything for now in favor of chocolate, "Yes, please!"]
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Ahaha! I'd like some dessert too! Please! Yes!
[Who cares about crime when sweets exist?]
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Though it's just a fist fight and they haven't gotten their magical artifacts out yet. Probably safe.]
I got some sugar churros in the back, c'mon.
[Away from the chaos before Cerberus, the gun and the skull are out.]
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[But he's willing to try! He's moving to stand, bowing to the rest before following Nero.]
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[Bradley has his gun out already. The sound of fighting continues.
Nero walks them out faster. There's several sugar and chocolate churros over here, and Nero hands the chocolate one to Riquet and the other kids.]
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[Sometimes you are just a white British man who doesn't know food! He'll reach for a sugar one.]
Why, it's like...a sugar stick!
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In the dining room there seems to be an explosion.
Nobody seems surprised about this.]
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Is...everything alright in there?
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[Nero disappears into the room. The sound of yelling (scolding) and the dining room is put back together good as new.
The three of them have transitioned their fight outdoors.]
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[Chomping on his churro.]
[Huh.]
You really know how to resolve a situation. A most marvelous skill.
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It's more than who gives them food! You command respect.
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[He has simple goals.]
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[Let's talk about something else!]
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