A Fishy Fish Malk Wants to Take a Dip in the RP Pond

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Why are we talking?





....shoo! I fulfill no need for you. Go on. There is nothing to discuss. Swimming around in circles, that's all.

Swimming backwards, now that would be a trick. But you? Backwards. Backsliding. Backdraft.

No. Wait. That's fire.



Why are you still here? Leave.

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[cyfarwyd]

Swimming backwards isn't so hard. Swimming up's the tricky bit.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Is it? Then the sharks must be wrong.

[cyfarwyd]

Wouldn't know, love. Not a shark sort of person, me - only sort of swimmer I'm really qualified to comment on's the human type.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Well, then, what good are you?

[cyfarwyd]

Well, in honesty, you wouldn't be the first to ask it - and I'd be surprised if you were the last, at that.

[A grin, more amused than not.]

But sharks and suchlike aren't so much a huge pest in Gwynedd, not unless you fancy a dip in Llyn Tegid with its monster, and sure it is that I don't - you'd have to be a real bloody idiot for that. And being as I am full sound of body and mind, I'm thinking I can make my way through this life without being an expert on sharks.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

A sound mind is overrated.

[cyfarwyd]

You would think that, cariad, you're completely crackers.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Nice of you to notice, guppy.

[cyfarwyd]

Hard not to.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Which is the way God intended it to be.

Or was that the Devil?

[cyfarwyd]

Oh, don't ask me. I want nothing to do with the one nor the other.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Good guppy. Smart guppy.

[cyfarwyd]

Right.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I am curious about one thing, though. If you'll indulge me.

[cyfarwyd]

I will - ask away.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

If I'm so 'round the end, why are you still talking to me?

[cyfarwyd]

The mad ones are usually the most fun.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Now that is a Malkavian philosophy!

[cyfarwyd]

Wouldn't know, bach, I never been there.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

It's a good thing I'm not peckish, then.

[cyfarwyd]

You're not one of those bloody cannibals, are you? God knows that's the last thing I need.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Cannibals eat their own kind, guppy.

[cyfarwyd]

You're not human, then?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Did you really think I was?

[cyfarwyd]

Well - yes. What else would you be? You look human enough.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Mm. Rather flattering of you, actually.

[cyfarwyd]

You're very welcome. Always happy to flatter people who might eat me, I am. So what are you other than flattered?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

I already told you, guppy. Malkavian.

[cyfarwyd]

So it's not a place, then, this Malkavia? Sounds sort of foreign-ish. Somewhere Frankish, could be - but it isn't, you say, so what is it?

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Lunatics.

[cyfarwyd]

I'd got that impression, if I'm to be honest with you, but lunatics are still human.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Well pointed.

Malkavians are supernatural lunatics.

[cyfarwyd]

Well, good on them, except for they wouldn't be the kind of supernatural lunatics who like to go around stabbing poor innocent storytellers, would they? Only those are my least favourite kind of supernatural lunatic, and it would be a terrible waste for you to be one.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

[She laughs.]

Let's see how good of a storyteller you are.

[cyfarwyd]

I'm the best, bach. Known for it, in fact.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Go on. Impress me, guppy.

[cyfarwyd]

And what is it you'll do for me, hm? I don't work for free, love, I've got to pay for my bread the same as anyone else.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

And here I thought you were begging for your life moments ago. And now you want to bargain?

I think I like you.

[cyfarwyd]

And it's glad I am to hear it, lady, but for all the worth there is in that, there's no one'll accept it from me as payment.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

A pity. I do love a good story.

[cyfarwyd]

Everyone does, love.

[stranger_to_the_rain]

If I'm your love, I should have all the stories I want.

And cake.

[cyfarwyd]

Well, you aren't, see. Not as of just yet, leastways. That's just how we talk here.

[And as for cake, she'd probably be disappointed by bara brith.]

[stranger_to_the_rain]

Pity.