Looks great. I think a conversation between PC and Sarevok about the 'Koveras' would be interesting. And hilarious.
Hey, I wrote sort of a 'is tenderness too much to ask?' conversation, tell me what you think. It's a bit racy, but I like it.
(After Resting)
Sarevok1: Why are you glaring this time, woman?
PC1: Oh nothing, just trying to imagine you with a romantic sliver in your whole body, but alas, even my imagination is having trouble with the task.
PC1a: I'm not glaring, I'm thinking about what you'd be like with a bit gentleness in your soul.
PC1b: Tenderness isn't a condition you're used to, is it?
PC1c: Nothing, I was just staring off into space. Go back to what you were doing.
Sarevok2-PC1: Don't strain yourself. You'll find no such thing.
Sarevok2-PC1a: Hmph, good luck with that.
Sarevok2-PC1b: What in the Nine Hells are you getting at?
Sarevok2-PC1c: Do I look like space?
PC2: Obviously. If there was, rolling away without so much as a word would be non-existent in our bedroom, wouldn't it?
PC2a: Yes, thank you, because I think I'll be needing it. (Especially around you...)
PC2b: What I'm getting at....Is the fact that you could try being a little....softer towards me.
PC3c: (No, but you're certainly empty enough) I was looking past you.
Sarevok3-PC2: If you didn't drop off the moment we finished then perhaps-
Imoen Interject: Aw, is the couple fighting?
Sarevok3-PC2 (con't): I wouldn't roll away so soon.
Sarevok3-PC2a: What was that last part? You said something.
Sarevok3-PC2b: Softer? Me? Maybe you should go back to your knight for that.
Sarevok3-PC2c: *disbeliving* Right. END
PC3: I don't fall asleep right away, that's you that does that. I suppose I should be thankful that you at least get off me first.
PC3a: I said, 'Especially around you'. I had thought you had better hearing than that. Maybe it's your raging ego that's deafening you.
PC3b: He wishes. The point I'm trying to make is a little affection would be appreciated.
Sarevok4-PC3: And what does that mean exactly?
Sarevok4-PC3a: My raging ego? Maybe it's your screeching that's making my hearing fail.
Sarevok4-PC3b: Then get a puppy.
PC4: It means that you could flatten a rock and not notice.
PC4a: Hah, you admit it! Your hearing is failing!
PC4b: At least a puppy I could teach not to bark. Or bite.
Sarevok5-PC4: I thought you liked how heavy I am.
Sarevok5-PC4a: It is not, I'm merely trying to make a point. You get loud.
Sarevok5-PC4b: That was only once. I've never done it again.
PC5: I do. But you make breathing difficult and not in the good way.
PC5a: So do you. I thought I popped an ear drum last night.
PC5b: Yet. Do I have to get a muzzle?
Sarevok6-PC5: I don't have an ounce of fat on me.
Sarevok6-PC5a: At least I had nothing to clean up.
Sarevok6-PC5b: Didn't know you were into that kind of thing. *wink*
PC6: Did I say fat? Nooo. In body mass, you're like Minsc. Gigantic.
PC6a: Bite me.
PC6b: Gods help me. END
Sarevok7-PC6: In all dimensions.
Sarevok7-PC6a: Not here. END
PC7: Gee, I didn't think our rating went that high. END
I
know it should be in node, but I wrote it before I took a hammer and finally nailed that concept into my head. I'll do a re-write, if it'll help.
Edited by HighTimeRodeo, 04 January 2009 - 12:44 PM.
That gave Jarlaxle pause. "Because I love you as a brother, I pray that you will one day fathom the truth of it all, my friend."
"They're dragons," Entreri muttered. "And I know how Drow love their brothers."
-Road of the Patriarch