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Foaly wanders in soaking wet but looking ENTIRELY too pleased with himself.

[slowtime -- mun is sleepy]

Duo raises an eyebrow. Puck always seems to be around when people are being chucked into the lake.

"You. Stole his pants. ...any particluar reason for this?"

"Yes. The situation needed significant lightening. You see, Oberon is coming and everybody is going to die. That is, unless I decide to save you all." He shines his fingernails smugly. "Oh, and he doesn't look half bad with no pants..."

"Who's Oberon?" Duo grins at the arrogance, because sometimes, well. It's more amusing than insulting.

And now, Duo's face looks like this: >_<

Please don't do that to him.

"He's a deranged mass-mailer who is going to flood E-Mails and mailboxes with adverts for large breasts and unusual male undergarments." Oh, but he LIKES doing that to people!

Duo stares flatly at Foaly. "I see. He must be a very advanced spammer then, if Puck is so worried. Considering he doesn't have a computer. Or a mailing address."

"You obviously know nothing about fairy technology, mortal."

He whips out something that looks suspiciously like a Star Trek phaser and points it at Duo. "Zap!" he announces, and pulls the trigger.

A boquet of flowers that could not POSSIBLY have fit inside that thing (it coldn't have! could it??) pops out, shaking petals at Duo.

Duo flinches back at the appearance of the 'weapon', but manages to keep the other instincts under control.

"Fairy? You classify centaurs as fairies?" The eyebrow goes up again.
"Also, very nice." Duo sticks out a hand to shake. It has a joy buzzer on it.

"Of course. 'Fairy' is a general term, including elves, pixies, sprites, centaurs, goblins, dwarfs, etc. Sort of how 'human' somehow manages to include the inhabitants of New York City.

"I'm Foaly." He takes the hand and is BUZZED, leaps back with a startled whinny, but realized a moment later what that was and grins. "Nice. Where'd you get that?"

Ha! Duo likes it when people (fairies?) take jokes as well as they dish them out.

"I'm Duo Maxwell, and I made it, actually." He smirks in return.

Oh, that was it. He approved of this Mud Man. "REALLY. Do you make things like this... often?" He gave a little hop to grab at Duo's hand, trying to get a closer look at the gadget.

Duo pulls it off his finger and hands it to Foaly so he doesn't have to jump. He feels the pain of being short.

"Oh, sure. I make things go boom for a living. Or stop other people from making things go boom. I'm pretty good with silly small scale stuff like this."

Big, big grin. A kindred spirit! "Boom," he giggles softly, playing with the gadget. That was more or less his job, too. And he was damn good at it. Mmmmmm, nuclear-powered DNA-focused fairy plasma blasters. "Not bad, for human work. Not bad at ALL."

Duo snorts, and leans against the bar. "I'm glad you approve. Humanity thanks you."

He sort of agrees, though. Most of humanity sucks, but that's no reason to discriminate.

Actually the People have PLENTY of reason to discriminate, but he'd rather not go into it. He'd rather play with GADGETS. He leans on a stool and prods it. "Can I take it apart?"

...to be honest, Duo has plenty of reason to discriminate against the human race as well.

He grins. "Sure, if you have the tools. But if you aren't going to give it back in working order, don't we need to have an equivalent trade?"

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