Quick, Robin! To the Liquor Shrine!
Scene: Interior of the Liquor Shrine. The usual spartan arrangements have been augmented with a couple of sleeping rolls and a few sets of eating and cooking utensils. Gen is stretched out on one of them, snoring in a drunken stupor. The droids are sitting deactivated in a corner. Red is dragging Lute in by his feet as gently as he can manage.
Lute: bonks his head
Red: Oops! Poor kid will feel that in the morning. Red stretches Lute out on the other bedroll Let's see what we can do for you. O lumen siderium amantium, huic vitam dona.
Lute: *groan* My heeaad...
Red: You should be more careful, taking on a kraken with only a couple of Mecs for assistance. You're lucky to be alive.
Lute: sitting up The Mecs! Omigod, where are they? Where am I? falls back onto his back with a migraine
Red: Take it easy, kid, they're fine. I don't think their warranty covers Maelstroms, though.
Lute: Who are you?
Red: The name is Okonogi. You can call me Red.
Lute: Red? But, aren't you...
Red: A magi?
Lute: Old!
Red: Really? pulls out a pocket mirror I suppose I'm not a spring chicken, but I'm not thirty yet. No gray hairs or anything...
Lute: But you knew my dad!
Red: Waaaaaiiit... I recognize you! You're Lute!
Lute: Yeah!
Red: Yes, I knew your dad. I trained him in the arts of the magi years ago.
Lute: But you're barely older than I am!
Red: So?
Lute: You'd have to have been in diapers or something!
Red: I was 10! Give me some credit.
Lute: Right. They trained some six-year-old in the arts of Magic!
Red: I lied about my age. I was a tall kid!
Lute: What kind of fool do you take me for?
Red: List me some and I'll tell you!
Sariel V Humor, LTD. - Ain't nothin' sacred!
Copyright Feb, 2001