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[maureth]

"It doesn't make any sense Scooter. And my hobbies include fighting, trainting, and meditation." He heard a chair scoot along the floor somewhere and turned to see it was oaken. Maureth clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the mug, which then cracked the handle.

[Scooter]

Scooter jumped a bit at the sight and sound of the cracked handle. "A-Are you okay?! Did something happen..? Did you scratch your hand? What's going on?" Everything was beginning to confuse the boy further.

[maureth]

"It's... nothing." Maureth said flatly. He finished his ale, then ordered another. The waitress took away the cracked mug, frightened, and then went off behind the bar to fill a new mug from the tap. "Are you always so jumpy?" He asked Scooter.

[Scooter]

"So-So!" Scooter responded. "It really depends on the situation. A lot of people do tell me I'm kinda jumpy though, so I guess it's true! I guess I just haven't noticed that about myself. Though, I probably should calm down a little.." his voice trailed off as he realized he was rambling on again. "Sorry! I do that a lot!"

[maureth]

Maureth narrowed his eyes, then smiled wryly. "It's fine Scooter. I don't mind at all." He said. Then he used another of his abilities given to him by his mysterious eyes. Today they hadn't given him much of a power boost, so he let them free to see the land around him. He analyzed Scooter's aura, then his brainwaves and a few other things about him, then came to the conclusion that he wasn't a fighter, but was still relatively powerful for his body size and frailness. At least a twenty-thousand on a good day. "You're strong for somebody as small as you." He stated.

[Scooter]

Scooter smiled a bit at the random statement. "Oh? How can you tell? I mean, I don't really think I am, of course. Not in my current state but I guess I am usually a bit strong."

[maureth]

"You, even though you are now mortal, used to be immortal. That is a huge accomplishment, and thus gives you a large amount of power even if you do lose much of it through becoming mortal."

[Scooter]

Scooter smiled, nodding. The man was correct. "Though, if my body becomes strong enough to withstand my powers than I may fully regain them! Until then, I'm stuck feeling frozen even on the hottest of days, coughing up blood randomly, and feeling tired.. I gotta admit, it's kind of a drag, but I think I'll get through it! After all, I'm a growing boy now. My body will start getting stronger and I'm excited! Maybe one day I'll be a super duper strong warrior. Not that I like fighting, but I think it would be kind of cool!"

[maureth]

"If you wish for your body to become more powerful, I could set you up to go through some exercises. Just don't be surprised if you faint or hurt badly for a few weeks." Maureth offered, taking a drink of his ale again.

[Scooter]

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that. What would I do with all that power after all? I mean, It'd be cool but I don't think it's right for me.. It would help to rehabilitate my body back to normal though, I wouldn't mind that." Scooter explained, he sipped his drink a bit more.

His cheeks were beginning to turn a light pink. It could possibility have been result of his trying alcohol for the first time since becoming mortal. He seemed to be a light weight when it came to drinking.

[maureth]

Scooter's speech was a bit slurred with his last statement, and Maureth knew that talking to an innebriated person wasn't intelligent. "How's about you put the drink down for a bit and get some food?" Maureth said, gently taking Scooter's drink away.

[Scooter]

"Ehh? But I'm thirsty!" Scooter cried, trying to grab his drink back. His eyes watered, he was clearly drunk now. "D-Did I do somethin' to make you angry?! I'm sorry! I just wan my drink back, pleeeeasee!"

[maureth]

"Then you need water. Booze just makes you thirstier than you were before." He said, holding the drink above his head. He called the waitress over and ordered some stew for him and Scooter, then handed her the drink and asked for a pitcher of water. He was starting to feel the effects of his ale, but he knew how to keep his drinks down so he would be fine for a long time.

[Scooter]

"Aw, thanks friend! I'm so glad someones lookin' out fer me..." Scooters voice trailed off as he rested his head on the counter. He hadn't eaten much all day and it seemed to take more of a toll on his mortal body. His stomach growled loudly. "Ahh, my tummy's talkin' ta me!" he gasped, poking his stomach.

[maureth]

The stew got to the table and the waitress handed Scooter his stew as well as a pitcher of water. "Don't eat it all at once unless you enjoy puking." Maureth said, starting to eat his own stew.

[Scooter]

"Thank ya!" Scooter exclaimed, he kept Maureths warning in mind as he ate at a steady pace. "Woah, this is pree good. I dun even know they had food here." he smiled a bit. "An' now my tummy's all quiet again."

Scooter was luckily only drunk enough for his speech to be impaired. He still had good control on his body and actions, for the most part. He had noticed that Maureth seemed perfectly fine. "You mus' have a really strong body, huh? To be able to hold liquor so good."

[maureth]

"Yeah, it's in my blood. i think." He said, unsure of what his bloodline actually was. Scooter still had motor control. For now, so he figured that another glass or so of liquor and he'd be thouroughly messed up.

[Scooter]

Scooter reached over the counter, mistaking another shot of liquor for a glass of water. He drank it quickly and then stuck his tongue out. "Thas' no water." he said, eating more stew to get rid of the taste. "Are yew goin' ho ater dis?" he asked, meaning to say 'Are you going home after this?' but his mouth was full of food. He covered it with his hand in an attempt to be polite.

[maureth]

Maureth called the very annoyed waitress over, slipped her a coin, and told her to remove all alcohal from the table. She did, and Maureth turned to Scooter. "I don't have a home. Don't need one. You?"

[Scooter]

Scooter nodded. "Oh, you dun have a home?" he wiped his mouth off. " I live wif my boyfran." He said, yawning as he leaned his face against the palm of his hand. "In the farmin' area."