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**Unnamed Mercenary** · **12-04-2015, 01:34 PM**

â€œHells Ave, Iâ€™m terrified of what you could do.â€ The smug expression cracked through on his face. â€œIf youâ€™re so interested in getting that close to a Garlean, Iâ€™d be happy to remove my glamour.â€ To him, her threats didnâ€™t really mean much anymore. Done only to be a bother to him, he would simply have to put up with it.

When the door burst open to only reveal Gerelt standing in it with such a look on his face, Franz dropped everything else, gawking a little. â€œAve, the rest of whatever type of conversation we were having can wait. That oaf seems to have just broken your door.â€

The gaudy colors of whatever it was Gerelt was holding onto singed the back of his eyes. â€œAnd it looks as if heâ€™s attacked a rainbow as well. The hells are you doing here, Gerelt?â€ Some of the color seemed to drain from Franzâ€™s face. Standing in the door was probably the reason why his retainer never showed up with a change of clothes. He could not acknowledge whatever it was Gerelt had brought. To allow the colors to exist as clothing would have mean acknowledging they existed, which he refused to do.

Under his breath, he spoke just barely audibly to Ave. â€œIâ€™ll let you handle him."

Virella · **12-04-2015, 01:43 PM**

Avelyn visibly winced at the mention of Franz his third eye. She hated that thing. However... he was trying to provoke her. If he was going to flash that damned thing, she may as well make him suffer for it. As she took a step closer towards Franz, and her hand reached out for his face. But she found herself interrupted halfway as soon Geralt came into the house.

Great.

Crossing her arms under her chest, she twitched an eyebrow towards the highlander in the doorway. At least he brought the most ridicilious clothing he could find, so that made her snicker for a moment. Soon after Franz told her to deal with it, she addressed Geralt.

"Since when th' fuck are ye his retainer?" Gods be damned Geralt why did you have to come in now?

Normally she enjoyed having the man around, at least he was better at getting onto Franz his nerves then she was. But now? She wasn't so sure of that, but she knew he was hardly going to leave without Franz.

DoomsdayClock · **12-04-2015, 02:34 PM**

( post incoming ) Cactuar

Having received a rousing round of greetings from his dear friends, the Highlander merely grinned in reply as he scooped the garments from his shoulder and balled them up casually.
â€œPunched a rainbow is it? More like wrangled the damned thing into a headlock and chocked it into submission with these â€˜ere muscles. Not that youâ€™d be familiar with such a feat Fatty, unless we are talkin about being on the receiving end of it.â€ He commented, with a boisterous amount of chuckling, before his eyes shifted to Ave.
As he looked to the woman, heâ€™d step further into her home. The door swinging closed, potentially from one remaining hinge if he had impacted it hard enough. Though before he spoke, that now ball of clothing, would be launched across the room at Franzâ€™ face. Hopefully once heâ€™d absorbed the man in a bright colored nightmare, he would speak.
â€œWell, someoneâ€™s gotta take care of em. I come here and I find a scurryinâ€™ retainer rushin off to find the man some bloomers! Whatâ€™s goin on here anyway ya sheâ€™devil? You two finally in here smashin ugglies? â€œ Came another burst of that booming voice.
Though even as he spoke, he remained in motion as he patrolled the room in search for more breakfast foods. His stomach demanded it, and he considered the pair friends he could casually take advantage of.
â€œSeriously though, whereâ€™s me breakfast? Iâ€™m hungry as a damned behemoth and you two are busy given me some Gorgon eye bullshit. Feed me darn it! Muscles require sustenance!â€ He laughed as one arm came up and he flexed to the woman with the same cheshire grin.
While he was being his usual loud self, those small eyes were taking in every detail he could of that house, along with their current conditions. Something was certainly off, but he had that vibe before he had even gotten here.

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **12-04-2015, 07:51 PM**

Franz would catch the brightly-colored balled up nightmare, nearly groaning in disgust. Even putting on his dirty bloodied armor would have been better than trying to walk around with something so bright. Not to mention the sizes were completely wrong, as if intentionally bought for someone twice his size. Or a chubby Roegadyn, he supposed. The two pieces could never have been together, however. That much was clear.

And to then hear the man demand food was ridiculous. Franz had barely found anything even slightly usable for cooking when heâ€™d checked Aveâ€™s storage. And had promptly judged her for it. Heâ€™d have to show the woman how to properly stock a kitchen with food, tools and cutlery another time.

Franzâ€™s left eye only seemed to twitch a little every time the man bellowed for attention. Finally, he at least responded to the situation. â€œIâ€™m not wearing any of this. These pants would fall right off and the shirt is atrocious.â€ He rose from his seat to head back downstairs. There was some armor at least deserving of attention, even if it should have been destroyed. Franz would simply need to clean himself again.

edit: Commissioned earlier post in the scene, found here: http://dornisaurio.com/image/135388866948

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