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[ And out they go. It doesn't take long at all to encounter other teams out and about, of varying shapes and sizes and colored tunics. Some are friendly, while others take one look at their colors and grimace. No one attacks on sight, though, since Lacerta is reasonably popular ...

Miles, however, looks up at the array of people in some dismay. By the time they've made a circuit his neck is sore. ]

You're not tall. I'm short.

[The introductions, warnings and flood of informations painted an ominous picture, but not a hopeless one.]

Is it that bad? Well... Perhaps you are a very weathered child. Room to grow.

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[ It sounds interesting anyway, which is all he cares about. But he makes a face anyway. ]

I am not a child, dammit. Do I really look like one?

How should I know? There was that person who was blue and made of rocks. Perhaps your species takes some time.

[Somehow, they keep a straight face.]

[ He just makes another face. And gives them a shove. ]

Well, I might not be human. But there's no way I'm a child. Just - small.

[ Which he still doesn't like, but. It's not pathological yet. ]

[ They laugh, stumbling a step. Bel settles down onto an old rounded rock formation under the flickering of the omnipresent torches. ]

I don't know. I think it's quite fetching, all told.

[ He ducks his head, cheeks burning slightly. ]

Really? You're not just saying that?

I don't see much of a point of being false.

Well, no. But it's a heck of a thing to say. And the guy made out of blue rock did seem pretty interesting too.

Is it? [ It didn't feel so odd to be forthright... ]

Ah. I do agree there. He'd be quite interesting.

Both true, huh ...

[ He was kind of hoping they'd deny one or the other for some reason. ]

Well - we could try striking up an alliance. Everyone made it sound like we were overdue for one of those games.

Temporarily at least. We need to understand what we are doing and what everyone else is capable of... for now, everyone is an equal risk and benefit.

Yes, but having none is worse than making a wrong decision, I think.

So, charm is the weapon of choice?

Why not? You can't be thinking of trying to fight them. Word would get out to other teams.

It seems simpler, all told.

Simpler, yes. In the same way it's simpler just to get murdered.

A.. Point, certainly. I'd like to avoid that as much as possible.

See? I think old me had it right - cheat like hell.

Hm. We can see how that works out, certainly. We don't have much to lose, as we are.

No names, even. Which we really ought to rectify.

Pity I don't remember any... Of course, most names here seem to be descriptors more than names.

[ They drum a beat on their knee with their fingers, thinking. ]

I suppose Cheat would give far too much warning. Tiny certainly seems not to your liking.

[ Predictably, he makes a face. At both. ]

I'll likely get called Tiny anyway. Best not to make it my name.

[ Cheat would have promise if it weren't a tactical misstep. He frowns a bit, moving to pace. ]

And I've no idea what to use for you. Something pretty, perhaps.

[ They smile, not at all displeased. ] Flatterer is a bit too long, I think.

Flourish, perhaps.

... I do rather like the sound of that. All right, Flourish it is.