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[Color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] 10:00 a.m.
[Color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] River Port Beach
[Color=goldenrod][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Kharnem Neeson [@Kazemitsu], Arn, the Trickster [@Omni5876], Saoirse, the Unseen [@potter], and Slime Slayer Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos].
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[hider=Equipment:] [url=i.imgur.com/hkDcd7s.png]Male Outfit[/url]
[url=https://imgur.com/nFFwshr] Backpack (top right)[/url]
[url=i.imgur.com/LhphK55.jpg] Bow and quiver of arrows[/url]
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What had Kaleb reverted to? A barbarian? A savage? No, Kaleb considered himself a go-getter if anything. From his perspective, Arn only presented an obstacle to his goal of slaying a considerable number of slimes. Kaleb felt it suitable to combat the slimes by any means necessary. The dwarf managed to utter “What?” was disregarded as an attempt to save face. A man up to no good never revealed his entire hand, especially if he was caught without tangible proof. And that was the issue. Kaleb lacked the receipts to openly out Arn for what he believed the dwarf truly was. 

When Arn apologized, Kaleb narrowed his eyes again but did not face the dwarf. He simply continued with his onslaught against the slimes. He was about to reply to Arn, but the towering appearance of Kharne grabbed his attention. [color=goldenrod][i]Liam Neeson…[/i][/color] The dragonborn was spattered from nose to tail in slime guts. [color=goldenrod][i]And I thought I looked like a mess…[/i][/color] 

The demi-human spoke purely of the only objective that mattered to most on the beach. Kaleb was not [i]most[/i]. Acquiring amas was great, but fame and notoriety were intangible currency in society. Kaleb stomped on another slime.

[color=goldenrod]“Arn, you heard that? Kharne here is telling you to shut up and focus on killing slimes. You can buy me and my friends some drinks after this if you want to really apologize.”[/color] Kaleb would get a little something out of the dwarf for trying to “fool” him.

It was only a few moments later that the incursion of slimes ceased. The amorphous creatures inflicted limited damage this year due to the Slime Day participants and their enthusiasm. As the participants filed to the stands where they could earn amas for their slime slaying, wheeled stalled rolled up and down beside the lines selling memory glasses with images of certain contestants during the event.

Kaleb had wound up next to the Kharne and Ismael in line that would allow them to collect their reward for killing slimes. He found his breaths to be a little heavier than usual. The young actor hadn’t exercised like this in months and was seriously debating a nap after a thorough bath. 

[color=goldenrod]“Dragon-dude is popular.”[/color] Kaleb motioned towards one of the many rolling carts that were selling memory glasses with a slime-covered Kharne in various attacking poses. It was only natural due to the Kharne’s high kill count. Kaleb had seen his likeness in a memory glass swinging down on a slime with a flaming mallet. It was a bit alarming, but he couldn’t help but smirk at how cool he looked. 

His attention eventually found Ismael who he had yet to formally introduce himself to. He appeared as a demi-human but Kaleb had already discovered his true nature due to the Raven’s many admissions

[color=goldenrod]“You’re with us, right?”[/color] Of course Kaleb knew this. [color=goldenrod]“My name’s Kaleb if you didn’t catch. I was- Wait wasn’t the sidekick-looking chick out here too? You know. R.B.F, short hair, cat-suit. weird boots…”[/color]
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[B]It wasn't much longer until the participants received their rewards and were led toward the east side of town. Traditionally, the River Port Spa, Salon, and Bathhouse offered complimentary baths and worked with the laundry service to clean slime off of clothing, armor, and gear. Those who relinquished their items were given a ticket as a receipt while they enjoyed a soothing bath in the company of other slime slayers. Once you were called up by ticket and name, you were meant to leave. 

Kaleb, Arn, Kharne, Ismael, and Saoirse walked along the boardwalk in a sloppy formation. They clearly looked to be together amongst the crowd yet they were so misfit. Kaleb strategically placed himself  slightly up front and at the center of the pack, head up, and his chest slightly forward.

[Color=goldenrod]“So who got the most? 67 over here!”[/color] Kaleb whipped his head from left to right at the others, now realizing he was in a weird position to make conversation.

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