[The old saying, a bit of a gambler's prayer really, is just about enough to draw a bit of a smile from him in spite of it all. Whether it be sardonic or real was anyone's guess, though if nothing else the gleam in his eye suggested Jarlaxle saw some comedy in it.]
I'll admit, I look forward to seeing how this apparent snake-eyes might work in my favor.
[It definitely didn't look fortuitous at the moment, but who was to say what the future might bring? Focusing on that alone would have to do to keep his spirits up presently, more could be thought up once they were off this blasted ship.
He'd not ask Kimmuriel to even try a sweep, he didn't have to be a talented psionicist to have an idea of how terrible a plan that would be. On a ship full of mindflayers attuned to every other mind aboard? No, being blind was actually better, for if both of them were unaware of what was in the next room, so too were the occupants. Any measure of surprise was good enough right now, and besides, the damaged ship worked well enough to sway even that in their favor.
Kimmuriel's answer did well enough to cause that thinner, grimmer smile to grow, turning from questionably bitter to sharp and vicious. Just the answer he wanted to hear, actually. Whether or not he could feel his companion's anger, he knew him well enough to be more than aware of its obvious presence here.]
Then that would make the two of us.
[The door slid open, and Kimmuriel's vicious greeting was precisely what Jarlaxle was hoping to see from the psionicist. Fighting fair against an Illithid? No thanks, not if he could help it. The poor, squidfaced bastard didn't have to worry about fending off the enraged drow's attack for long, illithid logic ensured that before Kimmuriel had even opened the door. All his items neatly packed inside the same room? They may as well have not even bothered.
Quick as a flash the brigand was beside the beset mindflayer, and quicker still were the drow's blades. It, and any Intellect Devourer within immediate slashing distance, would soon be spilling its blood across the ship's uncomfortably fleshy floor, Jarlaxle for once not bothering much with flair nor showmanship. No time for that, and the present targets would be able to appreciate the show anyway. Illithids.]
We've not the time to play unfortunately, we'll have to rely on gravity to do most of the dirty work. We keep moving until we find the helm or a suitable point of escape.
...But should any other of our guests attempt to detain us, it'd be rude not to entertain a few death wishes.
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I'll admit, I look forward to seeing how this apparent snake-eyes might work in my favor.
[It definitely didn't look fortuitous at the moment, but who was to say what the future might bring? Focusing on that alone would have to do to keep his spirits up presently, more could be thought up once they were off this blasted ship.
He'd not ask Kimmuriel to even try a sweep, he didn't have to be a talented psionicist to have an idea of how terrible a plan that would be. On a ship full of mindflayers attuned to every other mind aboard? No, being blind was actually better, for if both of them were unaware of what was in the next room, so too were the occupants. Any measure of surprise was good enough right now, and besides, the damaged ship worked well enough to sway even that in their favor.
Kimmuriel's answer did well enough to cause that thinner, grimmer smile to grow, turning from questionably bitter to sharp and vicious. Just the answer he wanted to hear, actually. Whether or not he could feel his companion's anger, he knew him well enough to be more than aware of its obvious presence here.]
Then that would make the two of us.
[The door slid open, and Kimmuriel's vicious greeting was precisely what Jarlaxle was hoping to see from the psionicist. Fighting fair against an Illithid? No thanks, not if he could help it. The poor, squidfaced bastard didn't have to worry about fending off the enraged drow's attack for long, illithid logic ensured that before Kimmuriel had even opened the door. All his items neatly packed inside the same room? They may as well have not even bothered.
Quick as a flash the brigand was beside the beset mindflayer, and quicker still were the drow's blades. It, and any Intellect Devourer within immediate slashing distance, would soon be spilling its blood across the ship's uncomfortably fleshy floor, Jarlaxle for once not bothering much with flair nor showmanship. No time for that, and the present targets would be able to appreciate the show anyway. Illithids.]
We've not the time to play unfortunately, we'll have to rely on gravity to do most of the dirty work. We keep moving until we find the helm or a suitable point of escape.
...But should any other of our guests attempt to detain us, it'd be rude not to entertain a few death wishes.
[Gotta go FAST but... not too fast.]