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trans_92011-04-02 12:09 pm
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Fire in the hole! [Open]
It had been, up until this point, a fairly quiet day in the city. That it was no longer quiet was readily signified by the dull 'boom' of a grenade of some type going off, the sound carrying across the city. Two very bored Azerothians, one a new arrival, were doing their best to entertain themselves. Ter'thelas Baelion and Karis Needleteeth, accompanied by a couple boxes of grenades 'liberated' from weapons and possessions were doing their best to perfect their throwing arms. The pair wandered down an empty street, occasionally stopping to trash talk and/or point out a particularly interesting target.
"Five gold says you can't hit the second story window. You're an elf and it's a well known fact that elves can't throw for shit."
"A wager I will most happily accept. Though you've obviously never seen me playing darts, Karis. ANYBODY IN THERE WILL PROBABLY WANT TO CLEAR OUT!"
There was a pause of about thirty seconds or so as they waited a response. Since there were no indignant shouts back, Ter'thelas shrugged.
"Fire in the hole!" He pulled the pin on one of the pilfered grenades and hurled it upwards at the window of what looked to be a newspaper office out of the 1920s before ducking into a doorway across the street.
"Drat, I seem to have bounced off the facade--" BROOM! The dull thump of the explosion filled the street as the pair took cover.
"Told you, elves can't throw for shit."
"Five gold says you can't hit the second story window. You're an elf and it's a well known fact that elves can't throw for shit."
"A wager I will most happily accept. Though you've obviously never seen me playing darts, Karis. ANYBODY IN THERE WILL PROBABLY WANT TO CLEAR OUT!"
There was a pause of about thirty seconds or so as they waited a response. Since there were no indignant shouts back, Ter'thelas shrugged.
"Fire in the hole!" He pulled the pin on one of the pilfered grenades and hurled it upwards at the window of what looked to be a newspaper office out of the 1920s before ducking into a doorway across the street.
"Drat, I seem to have bounced off the facade--" BROOM! The dull thump of the explosion filled the street as the pair took cover.
"Told you, elves can't throw for shit."