Under we go

A/N: Skyrim has been a fangirling point for me for the past moths now. So, why not? And something new for me to try, just plain dialogue after dialogue; you guess the actions.

"Bullocks! You're going to kill me?"

"Not what I first intended, but it's a rather fine solution to all our problems."

"Then what was your first intent! To molest me in this dammed hole!"

"Not like that, really. Well, probably some of it, but I mostly just to loot you, and probably kill you right after."

"You're a daft bastard son of a whore, you are!"

"Been called too many times already, love. Think up of something original."

"Oh, so now I'll call you Sir Needy Originality. And for your information, I was in the Legion!"

"Explains hot-head Imperial blood in your veins, lass."

"If you're going to insult Imperials, at least insult the Legion! They've been having me underpaid for the last years!"

"An Imperial insult her own kind, this is something new."

"They wouldn't call me a lunatic if it wasn't for that."

"What's your name anyway?"

"Luna Tikk."

"I asked you for your name, lass. Your real name, not some penname you go by."

"That is my name. Luna. Tikk."

"You're playing games with me, love. I don't like games that I don't start."

"I'd spell that out for your little, fickle-minded mind of a Breton."

"Painful words from such a pretty face, a shame though."

"Be warned, warrior. I have a well-forged dagger that can kill you with one hit to the manhood."

"You offering me a lay, girl?"

"You filthy scum-rat!—Stop moving and let me kill you!"

"Stop at it, lass! You're going to get both of us hurt!"

"Couldn't care less for a man, now die!"

"I said, stop at it!"

"Unhand me, you bastard!"

"Stop fussing around, lass!"

"Now you get off of me! You perverse arse!"

"Wouldn't want to be stabbed in the eye now.."

"What in daedra's name would you want with me!"

"Oh, I've just heard about your rampant streak in Whiterun. News travels fast nowadays, eh?"

"I agree, now get off of me before you force me to shout."

"Oh, we've got a screamer here then."

"Fus...Ro!"

"Words of Power, you're a Dragonborn!"

"And you'd be dead if you don't get your filthy scum-hands off of me, you arse."

"I ain't holding you anywhere, well not yet but—"

"Draugr!"

"Watch where you light up those flames, lass—you're getting my armor burned."

"Next I'll burn your skin."

"You won't survive in this dungeon if I'm dead, lass."

"I can handle myself perfectly well; I even killed those Draugr behind you and behind me."

"What if you come across a Deathlord, eh? Don't come begging on my corpse then."

"Ugh, fine, alright. Just don't go touching me in Azura-knows-where!"

"Wouldn't think of it, now I'll take half of the loot—"

"Who says we're sharing! I just agreed because I need a human shield, a distraction for the Draugr."

"Ah, smart girl you are, but nonetheless we're practically partners for today. So that means we halve the loot to ourselves."

"Partners! Me and you? Quit lollygagging, you bastard!"

"Ah, but you'd be a nice addition to the Guild."

"Guild? What're you talking about?"

"Never mind, just go on further into the sewer; there's Draugry so there're catacombs which means there's an exit to the upper world."

"Whatever, I'll still take all of the gold; I'll leave you with the bones."

"Keep on dreaming, lass, keep on dreaming."

A/N: Short one is short, a short drabble. Another one is coming up this week; more detailed and more plot-worthy though (what I usually do).

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