In My Experience There's No Such Thing as Luck [Day 7, Mid-Afternoon, Fortune, Open]

[Illiam'iira]

"...yeah, kinda?" She answers with a tired laugh. "He was the Chosen of Bane -- evil god of power and subjugation, alla that." Illi waves her hand in the air vaguely. "Thought the powerful should rule the weak, and, well... he thought himself one of the powerful. And he always let you know it." Letting go of Ikkit, she sits up again, suddenly ready to nap so. Hard. "And yeah, his fortress was pretty spikey. Though less reds and browns, all black and purple, actually. He really liked black 'n purple." Pinching the hem of her black skirts, she considers that. This was something he'd bought her.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"Sounds like the Takers woulda loved 'im."

Ikkit sounded... amused?

"Not as they'd 'preciate th' whole 'evil power subj'gation' comparison, but things're tough all over."

[Illiam'iira]

"Not as they'd 'preciate th' whole 'evil power subj'gation' comparison, but things're tough all over."

"Oh, probably. He always told me all the trouble I got into was my fault." And he's probably right. Another little sigh. "Told me I was meant to rule, you know? So I should act like it. Course it didn't get him anywhere good."

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"Oh, probably. He always told me all the trouble I got into was my fault." And he's probably right. Another little sigh. "Told me I was meant to rule, you know? So I should act like it. Course it didn't get him anywhere good."

"Prob'ly just terrified of what y'might be if y'didn't waste yer time on that shit." He chuckled. "Y'might end up hangin' out with goblins!"

[Illiam'iira]

"Prob'ly just terrified of what y'might be if y'didn't waste yer time on that shit." He chuckled. "Y'might end up hangin' out with goblins!"

"Oh, yes," She giggles, "And digging for treasure in the Ditch! He woulda been so mad if he ever saw that! He'd get upset when I'd come in all muddy from the garden, too. Real prim and proper and stodgy about rules." Her smile's returning. Illiam'iira digs through one of her pockets to pull out the little piece of indigo glass he'd given her their first meeting, lifting it up to peek at Sigil through its lense. "Wasn't all bad though. He did love me, especially when I was little."

Looking to Ikkit, she asks softly, "Uhm... can I ask about your parents? Would that be okay?"

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Looking to Ikkit, she asks softly, "Uhm... can I ask about your parents? Would that be okay?"

That got a shrug.

"Y'can ask, but ain't much t'tell. There's a reason goblins grow up fast. I kinda remember somethin' 'bout Dad getting eaten by somethin' when I was little, an' Mom basically 'bandoned us when I was..."

He scratched his chin.

"Can't have been two yet. Anyway. Not 'zactly big figures in my life."

[Illiam'iira]

"Can't have been two yet. Anyway. Not 'zactly big figures in my life."

"Us?" She tilts her head. "Do you have siblings, too?"

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"Us?" She tilts her head. "Do you have siblings, too?"

"'Less they're dead. Dunno. There were a bunch of us fightin' over food, then fewer, then fewer, but by then I was off on my own, so dunno."

[Illiam'iira]

The girl nods. "Did -- did you ever try finding any of them? Or just -- you were on outta there?" Gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

"Nah. Any of 'em wanted t'find me, coulda gone by the Bazaar most days. I ain't hard t'track down. I figure they were mostly glad t'have one less setta teeth t'out-bite. So I see no point in carin' more'n they do."