[Event] Stratford Coconia Lunar Festival

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Jacoben  HP: 100% MP: 100%

"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."

Jacoben started as someone called out to him, jumping backwards away from the river as he spun around to look at the origin of the voice. A relatively short and spiky haired man stood off to the side with a rather nervous look about them, something told him that this person was about as tense as he was to be talking with a stranger. "Ah.... yeah...." he murmured, trying his hardest to hide any signs of his uneasiness in his body language as he stared at the other male with his mismatched eyes. "Minor accident really," the Fox-tail added with a forced grin, his accent coming to the fore as he tried to remain calm.

Of course, it was at that point that the Druid Zyrune and his companion showed up once more, leaving the young Sorcerer even more flustered as not only did the unknown man offer him a new drink alongside flirtatious compliments. Flushing a deep scarlet at the Lander's words Jac's tail curled around his waist in an attempt to hide any movements that would give away just how perturbed he was, though his ears continued to flick nervously and his eyes moved from person to person as he suddenly found himself with three others interacting with him when he had expected to be alone.

"Who...? I uh... I don't know, we only just met..." the Sorcerer managed to stutter out even as he stared at the pink haired Druid. Zyrune's expression bespoke of a level of jealousy at the attitude his companion was displaying towards the silver haired fox-tail, he tried to hide it well, but Jac was the sort who was good at reading others and the stiffness in the pink haired man's stance showed just how uncomfortable he was. Shooting the other adventurer a look that tried to get across the fact he wasn't interested in taking the Lander from him, Jacoben turned back to the unknown man and took the mug of cider with a quiet thanks. He wasn't sure how he felt about being flirted with in such a manner, even if it was relatively light and not necessarily serious.

The fact that it was the Coconia Festival however meant that he took the compliments as being serious enough to be concerning, and the attitude of his companion towards it meant that he needed to be careful not to seem like he was encouraging the behaviour. He didn't know what their relationship was, but his attitude told Jac that he was unhappy with the way the man flirted with him. How had he managed to get into such a strange situation?

"Actually, I don't think we've been introduced either..." he remarked awkwardly, aware of the fact that he was still rather damp and stuck between these three people and the Avon River. It was not a comfortable feeling and he wasn't quite sure what to do or say. Fighting the slowly rising panic Jacoben took several deep breaths and straightened up, moving away from the dark waters of the river to a spot a little closer to the lights of the many torches without going too far from those he was talking to. After all, he'd rather face a few people than many.

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Word Count: 815 (541+274 Bonus)

Tags: Zyrune , Shuwen

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Shuwen]

Words: 525

Upon closer inspection, the Foxtail seemed to be male, had white hair, mismatched eyes, and was only a few inches taller then him. He awkwardly replied in kind, explaining but not explaining. “It happens.” He replied, going through the motions of casual conversation, not wanting to stop, but having trouble putting any effort into the words. Most likely the Foxtail was in a similar predicament. And now the mental flailing begins. He thought grimly. Fortunately, they were saved from the deadlock by the arrival of two other people. A pink-haired druid and a blonde Lander merchant of some kind. They and the Foxtail seemed to know each other. The Druid asked for an introduction, causing the foxtail to start stumbling over his own words. Shuwen could recognize mental flailing when he saw it, and quickly pitched in. “Ah, we don’t know each other. The name’s Shuwen.”

He made a small, slightly forced smile accompanied by a weak wave of his hand as his basic data appeared on the other peoples’ interfaces. “We just ran into each other by coincidence, guess we tried to take a break in the same spot or something.” Yes, two wallflowers who just happened to be using the same spot as a sanctuary from the unwelcoming crowd, a sanctuary that was now… compromised. As he spoke, there seemed to be some kind of byplay going on between the foxtail and the Lander, but he barely even noticed anything, much less noticed the undercurrent of tension between them. He could be ignorant like that, whether said ignorance was bliss or not… the jury is still out on that. As the Foxtail requested the Druid to introduce his Lander friend, the Monk frantically tried to think of other conversation topics to use. He’d prefer something actually enjoyable, but he’d settle for anything that killed time by this point. Monsters? No, that was too general a topic, the atmosphere is too festive to talk about anything related to bloodshed. The festival? That would be stupid, we’re already in the middle of it. The Apocalypse itself? It’s probably already been talked to death. He was beginning to feel desperate again. With a sigh, he decided to try and just go with the flow. That’s what most people did, right, Right? He couldn’t remember. Oh crap he couldn’t even remember orthodox conversation techniques he was totally screwed. As his panic level began to rise again, he took an extra effort to make sure he kept smiling, though it would probably look more and more awkward the longer he kept it up. Smiles, especially faked smiles, could be annoying like that. Though all things considered, he probably ought to just be grateful his dog ears and tail weren’t popping out due to how agitated he was. Geez he hated it when they did that. Why had he decided to go with the Wolf-hair species again? It was definitely overrated. He should have gone with dwarf. Definitely should have gone with dwarf. In addition to the more immediate benefits, it wasn’t as overpopular as the species he’d gone with. However, it was sadly too late to change it.

[Zyrune]

Hp:100 Mp:100

Zyrune could only watch from behind his friend as the foxtail wrapped his tail around him, his face suddenly appearing at least three times as cute as before, his ears did a thing you saw nervous animals do. Taking a deep breath, the druid tried his best to still his growing jealous for the foxtail, he still tried to convince himself that he didn't care, but as he looked toward the two, he watched his friend caress the dual-eye adventurer while he gazed as Zyrune with an expression that Zyrune couldn't understand. Was he aware of Zyrune's feelings? Impossible Zyrune wasn't even sure what he wanted, maybe he was trying to tell Zyrune something. Puzzled the druid watched as his lander friend went to introduce himself to the new individual.

As Jacoben explained that they really didn't know each other, Tadashi placed a hand almost protectively on the shorter foxtail standing protectively between him and Shuwen. The jealously was now visible on the pink haired healer's face. What made the short fox more in need of protection than the druid? Shaking his head, he clenched his fist desperately trying to rid himself of these feelings. Zyrune was sure that he didn't care for the lander at all, in fact the only person he had regular fantasies about was his guild master Saber. His fantasies were sweet and passionate, sometimes he would re-imagine how the first time they met, other times they would be in the guild hall, Saber would surprise the druid, wrap his strong rough hands around him, pull him close, so close so that Zyrune could feel his breath against his neck. Not once had the druid even remotely had any type of fantasy about the lander, still Tadashi held a special place for him and he was sure that the lander wouldn't even look at him that way, he had always assumed that he was straight. But here the lander was flirting with the younger shorter man, standing protectively over him, wanting so desperately to chase after him.

Zyrune couldn't help but feel neglected, it wasn't Jacoben's fault, he knew that, but still he couldn't help but feel the foxtail had baited Tadashi somehow, those cute ears, that swish of his tail and those innocent eyes that begged you to stare into them. Now he stood there in the air still slightly damp. The druid sighed as he watched the lander take off his jacket and wrap it around Jacoben in an effort to keep him warm before winking again, each wink was like a slap to the face for the druid. "That should help you a bit. It is nice to meet you Shuwen." Tadashi spoke turning to cast that same honest smile towards the second adventurer. "I'm Tadashi, this is Jacoben and that is Zyrune." However as if something else had taken over his body, the druid cast his hand upwards. "SHOWTIME!" Immediately the area around the pink haired druid erupted in a bright glowing golden beam of light that sparkled and and surrounded him, if no one was looking at him before, they couldn't exactly ignore him now. However once the druid realized what he did, the druid felt the blood run to his face, quickly pulling his soft blue scarf above his nose, he watched the group wide eyed quickly trying to think of some reason why on earth he had chosen to do that. "I er..." He began barely able to focus. "I thought we could use the light this close to the river." The druid let out the longest sigh as he closed his eyes almost wishing he could run away from the scene.

Hp:100 Mp:100
WC: 613
Abilities Used: Showtime
Tagged: Shuwen @eleri
Notes:

[Valerie]

At the mention of steak and beer, Valerie’s eyes sparkled like a child’s and followed the two guys to the Carnival (site B). From the sight of people leaving the circus tent, the girl assumed the circus act was done just as Hawk announced that they just missed the act in slight disappointment. As quickly as any slightly buzzed person, the red samurai’s attention was drawn to the many carnival games. The tiny swashbuckler stiffened at the sight of many people crowding around booths and moving around the area when she was suddenly dragged around the carnival by the giant red samurai.

Hawk challenged the warden, Noir into a game booth which seemed to be a test of strength. The girl rolled her eyes at the boys and stood aside, mumbling about boys, testosterone and ego. Valerie continued to watch them and the vendor told them the prize was a giant stuffed bear. The samurai readily accepted the challenge, winning the large bear after a few tries. He came back and challenged the warden who agreed, to her surprise. They’re all drunk… and male. The quiet swashbuckler thought to herself in amusement and small smile played across her face as the warden left to play the game. Noir came back with a small stuffed toy but his attention had already left and was on another carnival game. The tall warden decided to challenge Hawk into another game. Seriously… they really love games. The short girl thought to herself, looking up at the two males who were going to a game which consists of moving targets and a rifle.

Obediently, Valerie followed the two guys to the booth and watched them play with mild amusement but her attention was quickly diverted by the beer from the booth beside them. Considering how not sober and competitive the two were, she assumed they wouldn’t notice if she left quickly to get some beer. Peeking at the guys who were still playing, she slipped out and ran to buy some beer before heading back to watch them play.

Word: 344
Hawk Noir Eniko

[Hawk]

Hawk grinned as the Noir accepted his challlange and went and played the hammer game and hit i up once. What came up next was surprising the warden had challenged he to a shoot off at another arcade game. One where you shoot  moving targets. This was something obvisouly in the wardens home court, he could tell once he watched him pick up the rifle seeing how it just came insticntive to him. Hawk laughed at this he knew that his class could use fire arms to but this warden was way better at it. He did notice Val slip away from the group for a second but did not pay much attention assuming she was looking to join in the festivity of being drunk.

After he watched the warden expertly shoot all the targets Hawk smiled and went next. Of course he had to look at all the prizes first if the giant bear was not enough for him he had to get something. He spotted a small little cat doll something easy to win he thought to himself. Now giving a drunken man a lesser fire arm was probably not the best of ideas for the vendor but he still did it. Once the vendor gave the OK Hawk began his shooting, as he thought and probably looked absolutely comical. Hawk could not keep his balance as he aimed down the barrel and missed every target, not only did he miss every target he almost shot the vendor. "HAHA sorry there friend i had a little.... to much to drink" Hawk gave the vendor a slight smile as he stole away the fire arm.

He laughed at the warden and picked up his bear, "Well you got me there friend im no crack shot,  haha.." he then saw Valerie come back with some beer. A big dumb smile got on his face, "Where did you get the booze..." he put his hand on her head "Also i think it is time to we do something you want to do. I think another show is going to start soon too". Hawk stopped smiling for a second as he felt eyes on him and looked around to see an assassin staring at them. He got his smile back as he shouted at the assassin "HEY YOU COME JOIN US NO NEED TO BE SHY"!

Word Count; 394+50%= 591

Noir Valerie Eniko

[Eniko]

After a ruckus that was made in front of a High Striker booth, Eniko was relieved when he watched a sharpshooter game currently played by three Adventurers. While two of the guys played, a Swashbuckler girl left them for a second to grab some beers. However, he remembered correctly that they are also made with Coconia Fruit as some of the vendors told to their customers while he wandered around the carnival, so he wondered if he might warn her before she drank those. Before he can, the Samurai and the Warden finished playing when the former noticed the Assassin and called him out. "Huh? Are you talking to me?" He then approached the three in curiosity as he wondered what will they want with them to him when the Samurai asked him to join them, which confused him even more.

"Uh, if you're talking about drinking those, then I'll pass. You see, I'm 12 years old and I don't like drinking even if I'm older." Unknown to them, another reason why is that he didn't want to repeat that humiliating incident from earlier. However, upon he saw the booth, he wondered if he can play the sharpshooter game as well. He was not the best of it, but he did won some prizes during his visits. But, if the Adventurers have other plans other than drinking, which again he didn't like, he wouldn't mind tagging along.

WORDS: 237 (Event AP Bonus for Main Class: 355)

TAG: Noir, Hawk, Valerie

GOALS: To enjoy the Coconia Lunar Festival in Stratford (Current Location: Site B)

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

“Here you are, Sir.” The Lander across from Saber said aloud. The patiently waiting Assassin nodded and let go of the little one who stood by his side, taking the two small cups with the dried up snacks inside of them. As he took them from the Lander’s hand, the Assassin felt a tug on his left pant leg, making him sigh a little.

“Thank you.” The acknowledgement made the Lander smile, and he slid two small tokens across the counter as Saber lowered one of the cups to his companion. The little girl took the cup with both hands and her silhouette of a face beamed with joy. Saber could not see it because of her digital make up, but he knew she was smiling by how her eyes shimmered. Without any delay, the little one popped the first snack into her mouth. Both the Lander and Saber stared at her for a moment, even Blump seemed to question what she thought. But, after a bit of chewing, she let out a satisfied rumble.

“Well, at least she likes them… What’s this?” Saber rumbled at first, thankful he had not wasted any money yet on the short, bottomless pit by his side, but the sight of the coins brought question to his face. The Lander nodded and began to prep the next batch of snacks for whoever the next patron would be, his hands already actively working the machine in front of him while also gathering Coconia fruit slices off to the side. Before he answered, however, the Lander grabbed one of the slices and tossed it behind him to his dog, the furry fellow snatching it up out of the air almost immediately.

“Tokens, my good fellow! Take them as an appreciation of mine. There’s a vendor a few ways down the lane. Present him with these tokens and he’ll let you play a little game of his.” The Lander spoke loudly and clearly as his hands worked ever so swiftly behind the counter which separated him from his patrons. The Chef’s fingers carefully added sugar and a short squirt of extra juice to the fruits, giving them their sweet and intense flavor of mouth-watery goodness. Should he come across a chunk too thick, he quickly to a knife to the slice and broke it down. Anything which he deemed too small, or unsafe for him to prepare, the dog received a reward for remaining calm and respectful. The pieces which were prepped and ready to be cooked were pushed right up next to his little machine, which would suck excess moisture out of them and effectively dry them out. Preparing them on the spot kept the fruits fresh, and preserved the flavor. Rather than make them before hand and storing them away in some freezer, this Lander was smart… Smarter than he looked.

As Saber stared towards the little machine the Lander was using, the Assassin could see a few flaws in its shape; it was handmade. Unlike a lot of Saber’s occasional gear, everything the Landers used had to be created from scratch. They were not lucky enough to have the system helping them along with their daily lives. Saber, a high level crafter, could use his menu to make weapons, armors, and some other items should he provide the materials to the game. Or he could make things with his own hands and add some personality to the stuff, as the basic items the game created were fairly generic and boring. The People of the Land, the game world’s NPCs, did not have the luxury of a choice; they had to physically make everything by default. There was no menu or army of invisible monkeys to make their items. The machine this Lander Chef was using to dry out the Coconia strips was no different, and it amazed Saber to how resourceful these people were. Then again, they lived in a world where Adventurers roamed the lands and monsters appeared out of thin air beyond the protective walls of the cities and towns. A population being able to advance technology on their own in such a way wasn’t as farfetched as it initially may have sounded. It still always amazed Saber though, whenever he saw something new that he initial would’ve thought to have been impossible.

“We will definitely take a look. Thanks again, Mister.” Without any plans to deny the man’s gratitude, Saber plucked the two tokens off the counter and slipped them into his back pouch, slipping them behind the book he carried so that they wouldn’t disappear. Then, he patted his nibbling companion on her head.

“Come on, let’s go. Take care, Chef.” Saber gave the Lander one last swift nod and the Lander returned the motion with his own smile. He grinned from ear to ear, the humble man happy to have appeased another customer. What he didn’t know, however, was that this customer had given him much more than the strips cost. Before he could notice, as the Lander had simply added the little sack of change to a pile out of sight, Saber walked away from the stall. His little companion quickly kept pace, her shorter legs trotting along happily beside Saber, who shortened his own strides. Very gently, he pat the Ripper Jack on her head. After receiving said pat, the little one looked up towards Saber, a piece of dried Coconia hanging out of her lips.

“Good girl.” Saber muttered as he pulled a piece of coconia out of his own cup, feeding it to the little pumpkin that sat on his shoulder. Blumpy let out a happy giggle before taking a bite, gnawing on the bit he was able to get. The remaining piece, Saber tossed into his own mouth and then…

Flavor explosion…

“Oh dear god that’s good.”

: Post Title :
-A Delicious Treat-

: Word Count :
973

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber

: Notes :
WHOOP DER IT IS

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[Balore]

-I'M BURIED ALIVE- HERE LIES THE ONE WHO COULDN'T SURVIVe ● ● ●

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TAGS Hawk Noir Valerie Eniko     WORDS 641 NOTES Hope you guys don't mind if I but in a bit.

It had been quite some time since he ventured back into one of the cities. The past few months were fairly rough for the axe wielding knight. Even in this fantasy world of swords and magic did the problems of the world he left behind exist. It seemed that no one was safe anywhere from the troubles of loss and heartache. Ever since that little village burned to the ground Balore was pretty hard on himself. Now he only took work from landers that involved protecting caravans or guard duty for the smaller villages. Every once and a while though he found himself with some down time. A couple weeks out of a month some adventurers would wander into the small village he was helping and lighten his load. When this happened he would take to the cities in search of supplies and it would ultimately be the reason he had no idea about the festival going. Needless to say when he hit the streets of Stratford he was baffled by all of the people. Looking around slowly, he tried to find the source of all of the excitement which was made easier due to his height. A small sign read: Cocnia Fruit for sale and his mind recalled the effects of cocnia fruit which helped him put it all together. This was a festival reminiscent of the valentines day celebrations back home. Upon figuring this out he was less inclined to stick around now. This holiday was never one of his favorites and so he would not acknowledge it here either. "Of course. These stupid things follow you no matter what world you are a part of." he said shaking his head. In the few months he had been absent Balore had become quite a bit more irritable than he was before. His kind nature was still present but tempered by a stern and disciplined manner of interacting with others. He stood out among the crowd as a six foot knight clad in black and white armor. Everyone around him seemed to be dressed for the festival while his only accessory was a large battle axe hanging from his back. People seemed to notice this as well due to the fact they parted fairly easily as he approached them. He laughed inwardly as they probably wondered what sort of man brought an axe to a celebration of love and happiness. That was all well and good except they moved all of his favorite stalls around for this. Sighing inwardly he looked around trying to find something to eat but instead found stupid trinkets and knick knacks. "Perhaps this way.." he muttered under his breath as he headed towards the carnival (festival site B) and followed his nose. The scent of carnival foods lingered in the air and he recalled fond memories of those. The only thing he would come to regret about his decision was the fact that it seemed to be packed. Even near the sharpshooter game that he was now next to he could see at least four adventurers crowding around it to try their hand with the rifle. It was hard not to smirk just a bit that they all seemed to be able to enjoy this and forget everything else. Balore himself had never been fond of rifles; even when it came to games. Approaching the four of them he cleared his throat in the hopes of getting their attention. With an awkward half smile he bowed at them before resting his right hand on his hip. "I was hoping one of you might be able to tell me where to find all the delicious food I'm smelling." he said. The female in the group seemed to be the most likely lead on this as she was holding beer; where there was beer there was food.

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[Valerie]

“Where did you get the booze…” The red samurai asked, putting his hand on her head, making the height difference more prominent but the small swashbuckler shrugged it off. They’re all drunk. She told to herself, trying to keep herself from smacking the arm off her head. “Over there.” The girl said, pointing to the booth beside them, and sipped her beer. He asked the swashbuckler what she wanted to do, making her think for a moment before answering. “We can go to the show.” She said, smiling politely. Valerie had looked around the carnival, but nothing caught her eye. There’s nothing fun here. She thought to herself sadly. Nothing dangerous, they need some rides here. And the girl dove back into her thoughts of home and adrenaline filled rides at amusement parks.

Hawk had been looking around when he shouted randomly, making the swashbuckler jump slightly in surprise. “HEY YOU COME JOIN US NO NEED TO BE SHY!” A young assassin appeared out of the crowds and approached them curiously. He seemed to think that Hawk was inviting him to drink and rejected the alcohol saying he was underage and disliked drinking. Valerie shrugged and continued to sip her beer, if he didn’t want any alcohol, then more for her then.

A tall guardian in black and white armor approached the group asking where the food was. The girl looked up and smiled at him kindly as she took in his appearance. Well doesn’t he look festive. She mused, her violet eyes glittered in amusement. “There is the local Coconia beer.” The tiny swashbuckler told him, pointing again at the booth beside them. “There is also Coconia steak and dried Coconia strips… I think they’re a little farther down since I didn’t see any booths selling them as we came in.” She explain to the guardian in a pleasant voice. “If you’d like, you can join us. We’re going to watch a show. Maybe you can pick some food on the way there.” The girl offered.

Looking around, she noticed how all her companions were drastically taller than her. Great… Now I look ten times shorter standing here with these giants. She thought and sighed softly.

Words: (367*1.5)
Balore Hawk Eniko Noir 

[Hawk]

Hawk was impressed how the small group 3 slowly started to grow. They added two more members it seems like, a young assassin and now wolf hair guardian. This did not bother Hawk though he was drunk enough to enjoy the night no matter what happened. The guardian was more interested in trying to find some of the events food. Valerie pointed him in the direction he needed to go, and the assassin did not want anything to do with drinking the made Hawk laugh " Well if you say so friend " Hawk patted the young assassin on the head. The men had been doing what they had wanted to do so Hawk had asked Valerie what she wanted to do. She said she wanted to see a show, Hawk thought this was inconvient at the moment but he was to drunk to realize that they had spent alot of time at the carnival games that another circus show was going to begin soon. Hawk smiled and looked at the group "Well if you all want you can join me to watch the circus show that is coming up in...." Hawk looked at his clock " ...Wow fifteen minutes so that gives everybody plenty of time to do some last minute games or get food or haha some more beer"! Hawk got excited at the thought of snagging one more beer before the show.

"So who ever wants to join me to snag a beer follow me and we will meet at the front of the stage if you choose in fifteen minutes." Hawk was intent on on getting his beer and watching the show he wondered what act the circus would perform for the large group of people this time.

Word Count; 277+50%=415.5

Noir Valerie Balore Eniko

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Jacoben  HP: 100% MP: 100%

"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."

It almost seemed as though nothing would deter the lander from his flirtatious intent, and Jac was beginning to wonder if he was going to die of embarrassment right then and there. It seemed that the monk Shuwen was about as sociable as the Sorcerer was, that is to say not at all, so there would be no help for him from that particular direction. He kind of wanted to vanish as the man swept a jacket around his shoulders and gave him another wink. Why couldn't this Tadashi person realise that all he was doing was making the silver haired fox-tail uncomfortable and the pink haired Druid jealous? Or was he doing it on purpose to make Zyrune jealous? That seemed like a very bad idea and Jacoben did not want to be in the middle of such a thing if that was the case.

The sudden appearance of a large spotlight quickly drew the attention of the small group, Zyrune lit up in the darkening light as though he were a pop star at a concert. Blinking slightly at the sudden brightness the Foxtail cringed slightly into the jacket he had been given, eyes watering at the intense illumination that was the result of Zyrune's Idol skill. Was this some attempt at gaining the attention of the Lander? If so Jacoben sincerely hoped that it worked because he was becoming more and more flustered under the man's attentions. Perhaps if there were more people around the situation would improve and he could stop feeling like he was captured in a bright spotlight like the druid's.

"Perhaps we should move back to the festival now? I don't know about Shuwen, but you both came to find me and now that I've cleaned up there's no reason to be so close to be by the riverbank" he stated with as much determination as he could muster. While he might have preferred to be out here away from the main celebrations with others around him and interacting with him there was absolutely no point, since he would have come out here to be alone for a time. Trying to keep his nervousness from his body language any more than it was already there he began to walk from the riverside, the mug of cider held carefully in both hands and the jacket resting on his slim shoulders as best it could with his movements.

"Actually...." he mused as he looked at between the carnival grounds and the rest of Stratford Upon Avon, "I think I'd rather go and see the performances". With that he began to wander slowly through the village towards the large stage that had been set up for plays and performances by anyone who was interested in participating. Perhaps this would give Zyrune the chance to stand out in a way that he clearly wished to, and it would allow Jac to fade into the crowd a bit more, something which would make him feel much better. Of course, knowing his luck Tadashi wouldn't let him do such a thing and he'd be stuck being the focus of someone's attention.

As he approached the stage he could hear a remarkably familiar song being played on a lute that took him several minutes to place and when he did he couldn't help but chuckle. It figured that people would try to bring their favourite songs from the real world into this one considering the fact that they had been stuck here for over a year now. The crowd applauded as the Bard who had been playing the instrument finished up his cover of the popular song before quieting down as a woman strolled out on stage next to him.

With no instrument in her hands and the way that the Bard was obviously preparing to continue to play told them that she was likely an Idol about to sing for the crowd that had been gathering. Within a few moments they would find that this was the case as the lutist began to play and the woman sung in a clear and clarion voice. It was surreal listening to songs from the world that they came from here in the setting of Elder Tales, but then one of the major pushes that had been happening since people had come to accept what had happened to them was the attempt to make this world more like the one they had come from.

"Perhaps you should go and perform," the Sorcerer suggested to Zyrune, trying to get both he and Tadashi focused on something else rather than staring/glaring at the young Foxtail all the time, and perhaps Zyrune would be a good musician/singer to make it even more important that he go up there onto the stage. Still, even if the Pink haired male was completely uninterested in performing then he could at least enjoy the music and performances that were going on in the background.

Trying to keep Shuwen in mind (assuming he had come with the others to the concert area) Jacoben casually offered the monk the mug of cider that Tadashi had purchased for him, the Sorcerer no longer interested in drinking such drinks and also not wanting to make Shuwen feel too ignored. If the monk was anything like him then he'd rather not have too much attention drawn on him or enforced social interaction, but the sharing of a drink would hopefully be enough to help the Wolf-hair relax a little bit around them.

"I wonder what performance will come next," the Sorcerer mused idly as he watched the stage from the position that had been available for them, a little hill on the edge of the area assigned to the plays and performances. He didn't know if Zyrune was going to go an perform or if some other entertainer was going to make their way to centre stage and begin their attempts at gaining the crowd's approval. If he was more outgoing and mischievous Jacoben might have tried his hand at heckling the next performer, requesting that they sing La Chanson de Roland, all 4000 lines of it in old French. But he would never try such a thing, not only would he feel ridiculously embarrassed but he'd feel bad about being so mean to someone else.

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Word Count: 1578 (1052 + 526)

Tags: Zyrune , Shuwen

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Shuwen]

Words: 412

The lander approached Jacoben, coming uncomfortably close to invading his personal space, while the pink-haired Druid looked on with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher, but appeared… angry? He wasn’t sure.

Twitch twitch. His right eyebrow twitched twice. He was beginning to get a hint of what was going on. They were being so obvious even he was bound to notice. Of course, he didn’t know what was going on, he just knew there were undertones he couldn’t comprehend. Honestly, that made him more then a little irritated. His tail popped out from behind his hindquarters, though he didn’t notice at the time, and though it was probably too dark to notice, started thrashing lightly. The Lander introduced himself as Tadashi, and the Druid as Zyrune. He was presumably about to say more, but was interrupted by his Druid companion, who said something about it being Showtime, and used some ability or gadget to make a spotlight appear over his head The he- only to start stuttery and back off as he apparently realized how foolish he looked. At that point, something clicked. One of the two was getting uncomfortably close, while the other one was doing half-hearting things that screamed of trying to get attention. He was beginning to unravel what was going on. While it was probably none of his business, he was still participating in the conversation, and it was really getting to him.

Jacoben managed to briefly break him out of that train of thought, but as they started walking towards the theatre. But the awkward atmosphere failed to disappear Don’t tell me is gonna last all night.

His eyebrow twitched a third time.

“Would you people stop beating around the bush?” He growled irritably. Enough with the byplay already!” He half-growled, half not quite yelled. He really didn’t want the awkward atmosphere to last and ruin what was left of the evening, and his brain decided trying to take a shortcut was probably the best solution for dealing with it. Of course, within a few seconds, he began to realize that may have been a bad idea. If there was byplay, it probably meant whatever they were talking around was likely a touchy subject, and hitting it with a verbal sledgehammer probably wasn’t a great idea. Well, it’s a little late to take that back. Regardless of how he tried to mentally justify it, he couldn’t help but start feeling queasy in his stomach area.

Zyrune @eleri

[Tobin]

(OOC: Post is a tad dry, just a quickie really. Tobin is quite happy to sell pretty much any alcoholic product you can ask of him spiced with the fruit; though he does have somewhere he needs to be so next post he will likely proceed streight to Site A to join Oxford, Midori and Chun.

Blue text: Him talking, Green text? Him using natures tongue, thus it will probably only sound like grunts and grumbles to observers.)

WC: 643

"Ahhh, ta city oaf Avon, it's been a while since I'v' bin 'ere."

The Dwarf was slouched back in his carriage as it rumbled through the great gates of the fortress city Avon; the loud clatter of oak wheel against cobblestone jolted him up from the waking dream that he had immersed himself in, his heavy over cloak relinquished it's hold over his broad frame as winter was allowed to kiss his chest. A loud crack of shifting stone emitted from his neck as with a grunt he shoved himself to be upright, his eyes greeted by the bright colours of valentines decorations, symbols of golden dragons and many a widened eye that watched the ornate working carriage be pulled by no less than 11 boars. The dwarf gave a snort as his lip curled upward; it was to be expected that ridding into town with a fleet of boars was a rare visual experience, a fact Tobin had taken into consideration in staging his arrival in a suitably overblown way as he waved both arms.

"HOWDEH Avon! Ta Liquore merchant has arrived! Tha’ onleh adventurer’ Dwarf in all oaf these lands! Mah fine beverages can clar up ta worst symptoms, such as a ‘eavy single heart, back pains, artius, even erectile dysfunctions! All these drink’s pack a f’avour ta welcome ta new year ‘n’ mak’ ya confessions easier! See ya local merchant taday ta get stocked up fa ta luv season! "

With a pause, a harsh bellow left his lungs as his voice turned to commanding the boars; -natures tongue- provided a smooth translation

"alrite lad's, keep followin' tis road round, we be goin' ta drop off tis lot 'n' then ya can get soam R&R."

With that the fellow toppled back into the chair as the carriage rumbled onwards, a quiet smug grin a testament to the interest generated from the crowd. Perhaps Gavin’s favourite part of his trade was the performances he put on; the elaborate little plays he would use to generate advertisement and interest in his products. Even as the carriage rumbled to the arranged “contact” in the merchant district, curious gazes followed the pack the entirety of the way. Even as Tobin exchanged credits to that particular lander with the handlebar mishmash, the Dwarf was satisfied by the thin profit margins; this was a simple cast of the reel to gauge interest in his product, the bait for the hook to bring in the biggest of catches.

That being said this wasn’t the only reason to be here, task completed, the boars were cut loose with a flick of his wrist and with a gentle hum mounted the largest of the creatures, the Iron Tusk Gerald that had lead the pack. Almost twice as tall and broad as the Dwarf, the creature allowed the stocky fellow to tower over everyone on the streets, his cloak parted to reveal his fine attire.

“Oi short arse, when are you going to give me what you said you would give me?”

The Dwarf raised an eyebrow as his –natures tongue- allowed his vocal cord to project a few grunts and squeals, the boars translated speech was quite simplistic but it was a refreshing quality to have.

“I’mma gonna get somethin’ ta eat, then ya can go for a bit, then I give reward.”

A simple snort was the response; it was certainly useful to have an alpha under control. Needless to say Tobin would be instantly recognisable as he travelled the streets of Avon as he made his way to site A; during which people could recognise the fellow and chat before he got too busy with his task. Even as he travelled, bottles of liquor began to twirl between his great, muscular fingers, gently humming that pink Floyd melody to provide a backdrop ambience for his own entertainment.

[Eniko]

Eniko was surprised at the Adventurers he met. First, there were an energetic Samurai, a Swashbuckler enjoying her beer, and now, a Guardian that recently joined them. As for their plans, he became curious at the circus act that they were talking about. They are his favorite memories in the carnival as well and he wanted to see one very bad. "Beer, no thanks. But I like to join some last minute games and see that circus act with you, guys." As for the food in this carnival, he wondered if he should warn them about the Coconia fruit inside them as he remembered correctly that eating them will caused them to confess their love, either if it was their crush, loved one, or just an inanimate object. And the last time he tried them caused him to run away in embarrassment after he was forced to declare his love for his biological parents in public due to the fruit.

But since they are having a good time, he became worried if he just break the news about the food or not telling them. Either way, he decided to hang around with them for a while so he can have more carnival fun by playing more games as well as watching the circus act. And since he wanted to hang out with them for a little while, he decided to introduced himself to everybody. "In case you want to know, my name is Eniko. I hope I won't be a nuisance."

WORDS: 251 (Event AP Bonus for Main Class: 376)

TAG: Noir, Hawk, Valerie

GOALS: To enjoy the Coconia Lunar Festival in Stratford (Current Location: Site B)

[Balore]

-I'M BURIED ALIVE- HERE LIES THE ONE WHO COULDN'T SURVIVe ● ● ●

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TAGS Hawk Noir Valerie Eniko     WORDS 383 NOTES Hope you guys don't mind if I but in a bit.

Although he was only looking for food it seemed that he found something else along the way. This group of people seemed colorful albeit drunk off their rocker but that wasn't really a bad thing. They were even kind enough to offer him a place among their group. Pausing to think about it some he felt sort of guilty if he were to take it and enjoy himself. There were so many things that he could be doing to help someone else or a lander that he felt it was irresponsible to enjoy himself. As he was about to turn down the offer though he remembered the smile of that lander. Despite his death he told Balore to never feel so guilty about it; that it was not his fault in any way. Sighing he looked down at the ground in thought. 'Man, you have a way of making me feel bad even from the grave.' he said to himself as he looked back up at t he group that now seemed to be preparing to move out. "Sure, I'll take you up on that offer. It's been a long time since I've done anything besides play bodyguard." he said with a half smile. His statement could be proven true just by glancing at his attire which he noticed the Swashbuckler already was. While he was not the only one who wore his gear here he felt bad for not coming a little more festive to such an event. Hopefully the coconia steaks he had been hearing about were worth the effort. Though he was also quite aware of their effects he was curious to know what he would confess. Perhaps the others would let him know once he ate it seeing as how the imbiber was mind controlled and unaware of the situation while shouting like a baffoon. "I'm Balore.. by the way. It's nice to meet you all." he said as he put his hands behind his head. Marching along with them he decided that he would try to have a bit of small talk even if they were drinking. "So a circus act huh? I guess even landers have a lot of things in common with the people of our world. Will there be Elephants?" he asked almost seeming excited.

PIXEL of CT ♥

[Zyrune]

Hp:100 Mp:100

The brown haired green eyed boy turned around as the sudden column of light illuminated his pink haired friend. The druid completely missed it, but the lander smirked turning his head slightly towards the grey haired fox tail and monk to wink. "Perfect!" The lander chuckled. Stupid Adventurer, why did he have to be so cute? The lander sighed inwards. "Perhaps we should move back to the festival now? I don't know about Shuwen, but you both came to find me and now that I've cleaned up there's no reason to be so close to be by the riverbank" Tadashi couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't think I could have thought of a better idea." He turned to the druid and gestured that they should follow.

“Would you people stop beating around the bush?” Zyrune and Tadashi glanced towards the monk who seemed irritable as if something was bothering him "Enough with the byplay already!” Zyrune titled his head slightly in confusion as the lander seemed to completely ignore the comment. The group made their way back towards the festival at the young foxes whim much to the displeasure of the pink haired druid who spent most of the time replying his jealously over and over again in his head. As they walked the lander glanced occasionally at him, his soft green eyes sparkled in the festival light. Eventually they seemed to stop in front of a large area where adventurers and people of the land had gathered to watch bards and idols perform for any interested in performing. The druid felt somewhat calmer in the crowd, there were a lot of distractions and the more the music played, Zyrune could distract himself by focusing on the music, Tadashi still seemed intent on focusing his attentions on the other two, preferably the foxtail however.

"Perhaps you should go and perform," The soft suggestion had taken the druid by surprise as he found himself the focus of the group once more. "I uh.. I don't really..." Zyrune tried to begin scratching his cheek gazing at each individual before him, glaring at the foxtail when it was his turn. Was this the foxtail's intention all along? Jacoben must really have wanted the lander's attention if he was so direct about wanting Zyrune to leave them alone. As his heart pounded against his chest, he looked towards his friend and trusted companion for saving, but the lander simply shrugged. "I think it would be amazing, besides you do have that idol trait don't you?"

Letting out a defeated sigh, the druid started making his way from the group towards the staging area. Meanwhile, the lander grinned as he turned back towards Jacoben and Shuwen. He couldn't help but chuckle as he thought of Zyrune trudging through the crowd imagining the worst. "I guess I should thank you guys." Tadashi began, quickly the lander leaned down towards the fox tail and tried to brush the strands of hair from the man's eyes. "I'm sorry mi amor." He gazed into the young man's eyes with intent. "I've made you an unwilling accomplish and I hope you can forgive me." The night breezed brushed against his skin as he smiled towards the foxtail. "Zyrune is a complicated man," He gazed towards the stage to see if Zyrune had taken to it yet. "I've tried countless times to confess my feelings towards him, but he either seems to ignore it or assumed that I'm joking." The lander brushed some hair from his eyes and smiled towards Shuwen. "I've lost count of how many times I've tried to get him to come to terms with his feelings and yet that only seems to make me want to try harder." He smiled once more gazing towards the stage as a familiar looking druid took to the stage, he conversed with a bard for a moment before taking his place in front of the stage. "When I saw you Jacoben," the lander kept his gaze towards the stage intent on Zyrune for a moment.

"I recognised your name from Zyrune's encounter with you a year ago and being Zyrune I knew I could use you to achieve my goal." He smiled as he gazed towards Shuwen. "Then when you appeared, I knew I could use you too to help my quest." He smiled. "If it was just the three of us, Zyrune would have confronted us by now, but with you being unknown, he doesn't know what to do, he is afraid of losing me to Jacoben's charming innocent cute being while knowing that if he says anything he will embarrass himself in front of a stranger and yet he is the only reason I've resorted to such measures." The lander smirked as the music began and Zyrune began to sing. "I hope that you will indulge me somewhat more and help me on my quest and forgive him, he has had a hard time this past year, I hope you won't judge him on tonight." Tadashi smiled letting the druid's voice fill his ears before turning from the stage, sure that the druid would be watching intently. Focusing his gaze on the young foxtail, he reached out to draw him close, gently swaying with him as much as the foxtail would let him to the music. Letting himself gaze into the young foxtail's eyes he leaned down, until he was sure his breath could be felt on Jacoben's lips. Running his tongue over them, he smirked. "Forgive me for leading you into this trap." Finally he tried to plant a passionate kiss on the young man's lips hoping that he would obliged knowing the act would possibly push the pink haired druid over the edge. He smiled inwardly knowing the conversation he would have with the druid later that night.

Hp:100 Mp:100
WC: 971
Abilities Used: None
Tagged: @eleri Shuwen
Notes: @eleri you can decide if he actually managed to dance with you and kiss you or if Jacoben denies him the action. 

[Noir]

pull the trigger and end the game

Things at the festival were getting pretty rowdy. With all the booze there were tons of drunks and lots of groups were getting out of hand. His group of three had grown exponentially and Noir was getting rather uncomfortable. He wasn’t normally a fan of large groups of people but when you are out on the battlefield you have to sometimes rely on large groups of people to defeat your enemy. He smiled as the others joined their group and he could tell very well that Hawk was too drunk to do much of anything else for the rest of the night. However he seemed to still want to enjoy the festival. Valeria seemed sort of excited for the show. Noir himself was not a fan of clowns at all. When he was in the real world clowns used to give him the creeps. Thus he wanted to avoid going to the show as much as possible.

He noticed the others weren’t really drunk and one of them completely refused the alcohol completely due to the fact that he was underage. Noir thought that was somewhat honorable respecting laws from the real world. Hawk himself was not shy at all, he was leading the group very well even though he was so drunk that it was a miracle he was still standing up on his own. Noir was unsure of what he really wanted to do at this point. The festival was really boring him and he really wanted to get away from the crowd. So he figured there was only one thing he really could do and that was leave. He felt that it might be kind of rude to just leave in the middle of all the entertainment but he really felt that he needed to go.

“Uhm, excuse me everyone. But I believe this is where I take my leave.” He said, Noir was really honest when it came to most things but he didn’t like upsetting people such as his friends. “Festivals really are not my cup of tea, however I really enjoyed the time we got to spend together. It has been really fun and I appreciate you allowing me to accompany you on this fine evening.” There was a small bit of sadness in his voice but he really felt that he needed to leave while he had the chance. With that he waved to everyone then turned and walked away exiting the festival within a matter of minutes heading off into the night.

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deltra of gangnam style

[Saber]

Do you believe in ghosts?

The Assassin found himself gobbling down the dried coconia strips as he walked, his mouth pretty much stuffed constantly as he plucked one piece after another from the cup in his hand. Each strip was about six inches long, and he bit off two with every little nibble. Between bites, his mouth savored every second of delicious flavor which lingered within his jaws. Surprisingly, the taste was something Saber couldn’t get over. Unlike most sweets, Saber could only take so much before he ultimately got bored of whatever he was eating and decided to move on to the next thing. He could only eat so much chicken before the taste of it just got bland, but these fruits? He could eat these things for days on end. Oh sweet Zeus they were good.

But, he had to be careful; Saber wasn’t the only one enjoying the delicious, flavor filled treat. His little companion, his tamed Ripper Jack, trotted along beside him in complete bliss as she also enjoyed the godly treat. She was so far gone and in her own world of ecstasy that she held her left hand’s fingertips just inside her mouth, sucking on them happily to get every bit of taste out of them. The Assassin chuckled at the sight and stopped eating, placing his now free hand on his little one’s upper back to ensure that she kept walking, and that she kept walking beside him instead of straying off and getting lost. She was so young and visually defenseless that he didn’t want anyone to snatch her up, or for her to get separated from him. If she did, he knew that she would both snap and kill somebody, or she would become far too afraid to ever go out into the world again. The place Saber had taken her from was a very simple manor, and it was one she had lived in all of her life. Now that she was in the real world and was walking beyond those aged walls, Saber wanted her to enjoy it. He wanted her time with him to be fun and something she would remember.

“Come one! Come all! Step right up to the greatest challenge of all!” A man stood beside a small stall, a top hat twirling around his fingers as he attempted to lure some eyes in towards his direction. His words boomed out into the air loudly and the nimble man danced on the toes of his shoes. He did indeed garner some attention, some of it unwanted and some of it wanted. Many of his stall neighbors seemed to be annoyed by his actions, but the players seemed quite enthused. As Saber approached, he became well aware of whom this vibrant soul was. His name was Circus.

The man was about the same height as Saber, but he was quite the opposite man. His clothing was vibrant and bright, his eyes pierced into the souls of the weak, and his smile could only be categorized as that of some sort of insane serial killer. His hair was a bright pink, his face was coated with a pale white shade of flesh, and the rest of his body was covered in strange clothes. They were all level one wears, but the clothes and threads seemed to have been gathered from various different places. It looked as if this man had put all of his time in looking strange and catching people’s eyes than he did leveling, and it made Saber scoff. Yet, interacting with this man seemed almost unavoidable. The instant Saber got close enough, the multi-colored irises of the new face twisted and the two players made eye contact. Circus grinned, Saber pushed his nose into his mask, raising his head as he glared towards the level one Summoner.

“Assassin…” Circus muttered, his hands rubbing against each other as he grinned. Saber’s eyes narrowed on the man; he was planning something, wasn’t he?

“Summoner…” Saber’s retort was slick and cold, rolling off his tongue as if he was putting a target on the Summoner’s name. The other player only let out a chuckle and looked down towards the Ripper Jack. Upon noticing the shift in attention, Saber pulled his companion gently away from the strange fellow. The wicked grin turned soured and the Summoner looked back up towards Saber.

“Would you like to play a game…?” The Summoner smirked, his lips twisting into a very unnerving smile of sorts. A few of his teeth shined, but Saber could only tell the difference between skin and bone by the dark slits which separated the man’s teeth. It was frightening.

“…Sure.” The Assassin responded, his eyes narrowing on the Summoner. Circus chuckled and took a few steps back before moving to his left, twisting out of the way to reveal the game behind him. There, sitting on his backside, was a small stone golem. It was a tiny fellow, a child of sorts, and it stared toward Saber with confused eyes. It was as if the little guy had no idea what he was even doing in the first place. Circus must have told the little fellow to sit down and wait.

“Pick up a ball! And try to hit one of the little targets off to the side of the Golem! If you can get passed his hands and hit the target, you get to dunk him!” The dunking part was obvious, as the Golem sat on a small platform which was the only thing separating the stone creature from a deep pool of water beneath him. Off to each side of the Golem was a target, and each target operated a simple lever that would drop the platform from beneath the Golem’s bottom. Said drop would cause the Golem to fall into the water. Saber’s nose wiggled and he looked at the Summoner, Circus only smirked at him.

“What’s the catch?” Saber’s tone was flat, and the Summoner shook his head and raised his hands, as if motioning that there was nothing up his sleeves. Yet, the smile on his face said otherwise. There was something to this game that he didn’t know of and he was quite curious to learn it.

“There is no catch, I promise. This is all just for fun! Plus, I get some magic practice.” Circus chuckled and motioned for Saber to move towards the three balls he had set up on a small stand which separated him from the inside of the stall where the pool was.

“Fine… I’ll try your game.” Submitting to the small gesture of the Summoner, Saber nudged his silhouetted companion off to his right. She listened quietly and took a few steps out of the way. As she did and began to watch, she began to nibble on some more of her coconia snack.

“Good luck~” Circus let out a soft chuckle and stepped back, watching as Saber grabbed onto the first ball. His rumbled and pulled it off the stand. The air was unclear here…

: Post Title :
-A Strange Summoner-

: Word Count :
1175

: Skills Used :
N/A

: Tagged :
Saber, Circus

: Notes :
Circus makes his appearance!

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

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Jacoben  HP: 100% MP: 100%

"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."

It seemed that Shuwen was similarly irritated with the mucking around that was going on between Zyrune and Tadashi and unlike Jac he didn't appear to be hesitant about expressing it anymore. It seemed however neither Druid nor Lander seemed to pay his statement any mind instead choosing to continue on their way towards the performances as if nothing had been said at all. Shooting Shuwen an exasperated look at the duo's actions Jacoben couldn't figure out any other way to resolve the situation that he found himself in.

It seemed that Zyrune wasn't very pleased with the suggestion of performing, if his glare was anything to go by. Jac winced at the level of the glare that was shot his way after the suggestion was made, feeling more uncomfortable than he had thus far at the level of distaste that was being expressed in that look. All he wanted to do was encourage the Druid to stand out more so that the spotlight would shift away from him and onto someone more willing to put up with such attention, instead it seemed like everything he tried only made things worse.

A suggestion from Tadashi had the druid wander off in irritation and left him standing there with both Monk and Lander, an uncomfortable feeling welling up in his stomach. The feeling only intensified as Tadashi explained the reasoning behind his actions, causing the Foxtail to frown in agitation and irritation. "I don't appreciate being used as a tool for your relationship problems," Jac stated with a frown, his annoyance at the whole situation helping him to ignore his usual anxiety in favour of telling Tadashi off. "Everything you did only made him more and more angry at me, and I don't want to think about what he might do if he decides to take that anger out on me. And what if I had responded to your attitudes? You could have hurt my feelings by toying with me like that. You didn't think this through very well, did you?" he declared with a frown.

It seemed however that his words didn't really divert the Lander from his course as Zyrune began to sing, Tadashi grabbing him close and pulling him into a dance before the Sorcerer could even react. Jacoben went stock-still with shock at being pulled so close, multi-hued eyes wide as he felt the warmth emanating from the larger male's body. The hands on his slim hips were practically branding themselves into his skin as he tried to process what was happening, having never been held in such a way before it took him time before his brain would actually boot up enough to respond appropriately.

Luckily for the youth his mind finally awoke from its slumber as Tadashi leaned down to kiss him, the Foxtail surprising himself as he laid a firm slap against the man's cheek and pulled back, ears flat against his head and tail puffed up in anger. Unfortunately such bodily reactions only served to make him look adorable rather than threatening as they were meant to, however his anger at the Lander was quite real. "What on earth d'ya think yer doin? Ah dinnae give ya permission ta do tha' at all!" he stated firmly, his Scottish accent coming out stronger than ever in the face of his emotions. "Ya better lae me aloyn an' work ou' yer problems wi' yer daft Druid, an' tell him I ain't did anythin' wi' ya! I don' wan' him thinkin' I did anythin' wrong, d'ya unnerstand?" he glowered at Tadashi for a few moments before a chill went down his spine and his eyes widened.

Any moment now the realisation of what he'd done and said would fully hit him and it was pretty likely he was going to have some issues, but he still had a few moments of seeming like a relatively normal and assertive angry scotsman. His body began to tremble with restrained anxiety as he took in the various people who had turned to look at them after his outburst, and for some reason he turned to Shuwen with a pleading expression on his face, looking for help.

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Word Count: 1045 (697 + 348)

Tags: Zyrune , Shuwen

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Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Shuwen]

Words: 582

Shuwen realized, too late, he was getting in over his head. It didn’t seem like any of them really wanted his interference. The Lander seemed to have ignored it completely. Jacobin shot him a displeased look (at least it looked displeased, he couldn’t really be sure) while Zyrune just looked puzzled. Even though the Monk had thought it was obvious at the time, the lack of reaction from the others quickly made him feel foolish, like he was reading too deeply into the conversation, or in the wrong direction. @eleri suggested they head towards the stage and watch some of the performances that were going on, presumably taking most of their minds off of Shuwen’s apparently strange outburst. Once they started walking, the Monk trailed behind, trying to make himself look even smaller, quite a feat considering he was already the shortest person in the group.

Shortly after they arrived, the Fox Tail, Jacoben offered him a drink, some cider to be exact, not realizing the implications of the fact he was giving him something someone else had bought, he accepted it with brief thanks, though for some reason the cider tasted abnormally bitter, like he was doing something he shouldn’t have. What was up with that? Unfortunately, the feeling kept the drink from having its intended effect of helping him relax. If anything, it made him more on edge.

That feeling was justified shortly after the Druid went onstage to start performing, and his Lander friend briefly took them aside to explain something. For one, it filled in most of the pieces the Monk needed to understand what had been going on under his nose. Seriously? That’s what this was all about? No wonder I was confused. Though he didn’t consider himself prejudiced against same gender relationships, the possibility wasn’t the first thing to come to mind when he saw a pair of guys hanging out together, not even during a thinly-veiled Valentine’s event. He did his best not to become redfaced at the realization.

He… wasn’t sure what to make of it. On one hand, the Lander seemed to have good intentions, on the other hand, it seemed like he was being used. He… wasn’t sure what to make of that. He simply didn’t know how to react to someone being as callous and nice as that at the same time. Jacobin, on the other hand, showed no such hesitation, telling the Lander off for using him, and making the Sorcerer a potential target of Zyrune’s jealousy.

I… think I’m out of my depth here. Before he could really respond, Tadashi made a grab for the fox tail and tried to kiss him. Part of him thought that he probably ought to give Jacoben back up of some time, if he was being forced into an uncomfortable situation, but considering how he reacted to the Monk’s last attempt to straighten things out, he’d probably just end up making a mess of things. No, I definitely shouldn’t get in the middle of this; it’s none of my business and blundering in will just make it worse. After all, knowing when to run was a vital skill for someone who spent most of their time playing solo. His shoulders slumping a little, he found himself going along with the flow of the crowed, gradually moving towards the outside, away from the center of the audience. Maybe that chef I met earlier is still working. We could have another cooking lesson or something.