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[One day, Gren is going to learn a very valuable lesson: do not mix alcohol and drugs. That day is not today.]

[The video, when it turns on, swings wildly. Hopefully nobody gets seasick too easily, because damn, it's motion sickness central right here. The backdrop is... probably Delight's bar, if anyone can make sense of the video long enough.]

You know what? You know fuckin' what?

[Gren is drunk. Not only is Gren drunk, but he's also had like a handful of those other things that Delight hands out that get people high as shit, so he's both drunk and high. It's a terrible combination of belligerent and feeling untouchable that can really only lead to Bad Things.]

I'm fuck-all tired of bein' a fuckin' buffet for a bunch of shit-for-dick "gods"-- [The feed swings again, like he tried to do airquotes with only one hand. The hand that is also holding the camera.] --who can't get their fuckin' shit together long enough to not make everything a fuckin' clusterfuck. And then they treat us like we're fuckin' children or some shit, like we don't got the fuckin' right to decide what fuckin' happens to us. We're the fuckin' burdens, but they're the one bringin' in fuckin' monsters and dragons and shit to drop on our fuckin' heads. Fuckin' thanks for that, assholes.

[The feed swings around and then back; he's grabbed another bottle of something alcoholic and knocks an unhealthy portion of it back. Seriously, he's a champ, if your definition of 'champ' is 'fucking alcoholic'.]

Like that fuckin' piece of fuck Sorrow. Fuck that guy, oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that motherfucker.

[He pauses. Something terrible is about to happen.]

I fuckin' oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that guy.

[His voice shifts from rant mode to something firmer and slightly less profanity-ridden.]

Hey, all you fucks. [Slightly less.] I'm comin' for all you fuckin' godly piece of shits. C'mon and fuckin' have a go if you think you're fuckin' hard enough.

[He turns. Delight is behind the bar.] 'Cept for you. You're fuckin' okay.

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[OH, HIS HEARTLESS SELF LIKES THIS GUY ALREADY even if he was clearly an overzealous idiot that probably caused more problems trying to help than anything, but that's fine. Not Warrick's problem.]

Hello, my name is Warrick Chopper and I have an axe and Sorrow has an orchard.

Edited 2016-10-23 02:15 (UTC)

[Somewhere, Nick is sighing over this.]

What did I tell you about that orchard?

Edited (False alarm, he's totally calling Warrick out on this.) 2016-10-23 06:40 (UTC)

I took it under advisement. I'd still like to destroy something, I'm really starting to go crazy over here.

Then either act like damn adult and get that under control, or destroy something the folks here don't depend on. All you're doing right now is making sure people know who to blame if the gods decide to take away the food again.

[Urgh, maybe he'll just switch to acting completely indifferent for a while. This much anger can't be good for his blood pressure.]

I'd blame the gods, personally, but I understand the cycle of revenge. That's fine.

Fuckin' great, and you're a fuckin' idiot too.

[What in the actual fuck, Warrick Shithead who also has an axe and apparently shouldn't if this is what he'll try to get people to do with it.]

I wanna beat the fuck outta Sorrow, not shoot us all in the fuckin' foot. We eat the shit that grows there, asshole.

[He immediately switches to exasperated, eyes rolling and nose crinkled.]

I didn't say the whole orchard. I know that's what all you eat. Just enough to bug him!

Fuck off. If you wanna chop down some trees, do it your own fuckin' self.

[Actually probably don't do that, because Gren will also punch you for it. He likes eating and he likes eating what comes from that orchard.]

I ain't wreckin' our own shit just to try to get back at the guy who gave it to us. That's fuckin' stupid.

Maybe I will. You're not exactly making me want to not chop a few trees down.

[ HERE HE IS AGAIN ]

Leave Mr. Sorrow's orchard alone. My God, man. Honestly?

[Nah actually, go for it. Sorrow's a dick, and the orchard won't feed monsters anyway.

~~he's rootin' for ya~~]

[ g l a r e why does everyone gotta be up in his business]

Make your case.

[HEFTS AXE OVER SHOULDER]

Can you seriously not keep your hate boner in your pants, dude?

First bees all up in Hope's temple now going lumberjack maniac on Sorrow's orchard? Have some chill, Jesus.

[ GOSH. ]

Edited 2016-10-28 06:35 (UTC)

[ANOTHER ONE UGH]

Very original. I'm sure more people being nosy and whining will make me rethink my ways and make me so chill.

Look, there are things in that orchard useful to most of us. Despite whatever feelings you have towards Sorrow, you'd be fucking up stuff for people here, not just him. [ And some of the plants have sentimental value for Rose, which is... Less important but still something she doesn't want to lose. ]

Besides, I happen to like Sorrow. So. If you still wanna' try, be my guest. I'm not going to make it easy for you though.

[ Welp. Looks like she's undeclared guardian of the orchard now. Or, well, one of them at least. ]

Hmmn, and she whines so much she hasn't bothered to listen to anything else. This is why you're my new friends, bees.

[Yes, he's addressing the jar of bees. They're more intelligent than Rose anyway.]

I already said I wouldn't get rid of every tree. One or two, maybe. For fun! I hate these gods and I hate listening to you, but I'm not out to starve you, even if getting you to shut up for a while would be wonderful. You're not that concerned with your life anyway, going around threatening a witch with an axe.

Every little bit counts in this place is my point. Even idiots know it's important to get along and work together to survive. But I guess you're even worse than an idiot, you're just mean.

[ Especially if he thinks destroying nature is fun. How can anyone want to hurt what's never done anything but provide?

Besides, she's already starving so it wouldn't matter anyway if that's what he was out to do. ]

Please. You think I'm scared of some magic and an axe? I don't even need two hands to take you on. Bring it, dude.

What can I say? They did call me the wicked warlock.

[He's also...switching to voice so he can fly on out over the orchard and squint down at the ground to see if she's actually there and doing something. If she is and close enough to hear that sort of thing, Warrick's notably missing a heartbeat.]

Honestly? I can't say I blame 'em.

[ True to what she said, Rose had headed out to the orchard almost immediately. She's not doing much of anything but pacing through the trees, casually making sure everything is alright with a hum on her lips. Seems undisturbed so far but she won't put it passed this dude to still try something.

Heightened senses come in handy at the moment that she senses the presence of another. Her little diddy stops as does she quit her walk. The blond listens for the typical sounds of breathing, heart pumping-

Wait. There's not... a heartbeat? Her brows furrow as she looks towards his direction. That's new. Though she did know a guy who could grow extra organs so someone missing vital ones is somehow less surprising than it should be. Is he some kind of real life Tin Man? ]

[Hmn. Well, if there was any doubt over her being able to tell he was there when she stopped, that's certainly gone when she looks his way. That's annoying. Not very human, either.]

I can't believe you're seriously patrolling this place. [He'd quote the Lorax, but he's never heard of it. Just know that Rose was barely spared Seuss sass.] What if I had a match instead of an axe? What were you supposed to do then?

[ She does a good job of looking the part of a human, but he's right. She's nowhere near actually being one. ]

Hey, I'm a woman of my word. I'll be patrolling it from now on, too! [ Thank goodness for small favors. Rose isn't sure she could handle Seuss sass on top of everything else. ] I would have figured it out. You're not giving me enough credit, dude.

[ Actually, she has no idea what she would have done... but it wouldn't be the first time she's had to think fast. ]

[He crosses his arms, miming tapping his foot against the air like he's thoroughly Done with this situation. Which he kind of is.]

To be fair, you haven't given me much of a reason to give you any credit at all.

[ If he wants to leave, he'll have no complaints from her! She's happy to spend her free time hanging out here, actually. ]

I could say the same for you, Mister Bent on Destruction. So far you haven't impressed me much.

Edited (phone why) 2016-10-30 16:27 (UTC)

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