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Location: Haly's Circus Fair
Interactions: Bex @psych0pomp
Mentions: Alisa @canaryrose and Daphne @dreamingflowers



Viktor was handing the smiling High Striker operator five dollars when he heard Bex pipe up. The word "babe" stuck out most, actually making him turn to look at Bex again. He wondered what she was doing for a second until it clicked. Inconspicuous. She's clever. So not just talk and brawn. He gave her a quick nod before facing the operator again. Bex's mention of not having the ability to beat the game before them only helped confirm Viktor's thoughts of her aiding him in being inconspicuous. This only meant he had to work just as hard to keep up the act.

"Sure babe." It didn't even sound right. There was just too much emphasis on the pet name. The man handed Viktor the mallet, to which he swung a bit in his right hand to get a feel for it. "Just hit it?" He asked for confirmation.

"Uh yeah... just the-" With one hand, Viktor struck the lever that shot the puck into the bell with a loud dull ring. "Shit… I mean- Wow look at this strapping young man. He rang the bell, so surely it isn't an impossibility! Come, all who wish to test their strength!" The man shouted out to those in the immediate area. His eyes met the bored-faced Viktor. "Sheesh, you must be the real-life Gaston or somethin'." The operator commented with a quieter voice. He cleared his throat and pointed his hand towards the prizes. "Since you rang the bell, claim your reward!" Viktor eyed the prizes for less than a second before grabbing a two-and-a-half-foot stuffed pink and white panda by the ear.

"Thanks." Viktor turned from the man and walked towards Bex, presenting the stuffed animal to her. "Here, Bex… Good improvising. I was once Daphne's boyfriend at the mall, so I picked up on your idea." He said quietly, mistaking Bex's antics as a smart play. So far, she appeared to be adequate. He'd have to tell Alisa later.


Location: Haly's Circus Fair
Interactions: Zachary @Crimson Flame, Bex @psych0pomp



"Hmm." Viktor had stopped after stepping foot onto the fairgrounds as faint nostalgia greeted with childhood memories that felt so distant. His time with H.I.V.E. proved to be the thick buffer for everything before it. Separate musical sounds and cheerful laughter filled the area as early as now with the sun still present. The area seemed like it could span forever with its many vectors of entertainment.

But it was also a mission. He mentally called back to Batman's words:

"We want you to get to the circus grounds ahead of the performances, get to know the area and employees."

"There is a fair happening at the same time, use that to your advantage and remain inconspicuous."


He was legitimately vexed as remaining inconspicuous at the fair was not the type of blending in he was used to. The guy didn't even laugh.

"Zach, if you don't require me, I will be… remaining inconspicuous." It was pretty much bullshit. Viktor didn't know what he would do yet. Like, what would be the best thing?

"You look like you might be a strong fella! Test your strength! Win a prize!" The High Striker attraction's operator had pointed to Viktor who narrowed his eyes at the man. "Come on, show off for your friends! Win a prize and put a smile on that pretty young lady's face!" The operator nodded in Bex's direction, making Viktor briefly turn to her before stepping up to the man who handed him a mallet. The corners of his lips turned up this strange man gave him the answer to his need to be inconspicuous. He didn't have to act extra excited or put on a friendly smile. All Viktor had to do was win…

"How much?"

4 Days Ago






Kassy and Viktor Go Zen


Kassandra was at a loss. She had searched the entire base but had yet to find Daphne. All she needed was a quick ride to the beach, and Daphne was the easiest to ask. It would be a simple matter, if only she could find the other girl. But Kassy had checked the usual places, and some unusual places, but found nothing of her teammate. Maybe she was out. Unfortunate.

So, plan B. It didn’t take long to find Victor in front of the television watching some strange human sport that involved harnesses and a very large white ball being batted back and forth. His eyes briefly glanced to the direction of her approaching, but returned to the television screen as to not miss too much of Ping Your Body, Pong Your Body!

“Um…” Her voice came out a lot softer than intended. Even with him being her wrestling partner, Victor made her nervous to talk to outside of that. He was just so intense. “Victor?”

"Kass?" He had been glad he could shorten her name after Casper's departure. It made addressing Kassy much easier. He turned his head to face her with that bored look he usually had.

“I’m sorry to interrupt-” She too, glanced at the television, trying to make sense of it. The only thing she recognized was a very large net stretched out across what looked like a massive table. “...whatever you’re watching… but I can’t find Daphne and I need a ride to the beach.” There, the request was out. Though he looked kind of engrossed, so he’d probably say no. “Usually I wouldn’t bother anyone and I’d walk, but I cut my foot on a bit of sea glass a few days ago and it still aches a little.”

"Let's go." Viktor did not even hesitate and he agreed so readily that Kassy was actually somewhat startled. He reached for the remote and turned the television off. He appeared as if he had been waiting for someone to come by and ask something of him. As if the television was just him passing the time… but why was it always trash tv? Never the news or a documentary, just poor entertainment. As he stood up from the couch he looked her up and down to assess her attire. She was wearing one of her usual long skirts, a pastel green tank top, and a pair of brown sandals that Daphne had insisted upon buying her during a mall trip. There was a small bandage around her left foot. Besides that, it looked like very relaxed clothing. "What are your plans at the beach? Swimming?"

“Oh, no. Not swimming, really. I need to meditate. I’ve been putting it off.” She paused, peeking back toward the now-dark television. “Thank you for agreeing to take me. I thought you were busy.” He raised an eyebrow at that last bit.

"Not when I'm here." He gave a quick nod towards the center of the lounge. "And I am willing to assist all of my teammates. No thanks needed." Viktor added before starting to proceed to the garage. "Why are you meditating? Why does anyone meditate, really?" He ignorantly asked as the two walked through the Sanctuary.

Kassy didn’t mind the question and answered as she followed him to the garage. “For me, it’s about staying calm under pressure, and focused. Clearing my mind of flotsam really helps me use my power better, and…” She looked away, her lack of eye contact distinct. “Keeps my emotions under control.” Shaking her head slightly as if to clear it, she continued. “For others, meditation is about relaxation and freedom. Freeing yourself from your thoughts and burdens, even for a short while.”

"Hmm…" Thinking about Kassy's answer made Viktor curious about taking the time to practice meditation for himself. He had always gone about thinking he didn't need it or that it was even a waste of time. "I will join you then. I've taught you things and now you'll teach me something." Entering the garage, Viktor spotted the jeep as he grabbed the keys hanging from a hook on the wall.

The way Viktor spoke left little room for argument. Though, Kassy would have taught him anyway. “Um. Okay. I’d be happy to teach you. It’s going to be hard at first, but once you get used to it, it really comes in handy.” She climbed in the front passenger seat and put on her seatbelt. “I hope what you’re wearing is comfortable to you, because we’re going to be sitting in the warm sand for a while.” The temperature would be no problem for her. That beach and the waters around it were like a second home. Viktor looked down at his clothing as he seated himself and put on his seatbelt. He wore olive-colored cargo shorts, a black sleeveless shirt, and black sneakers.

"I'll be fine. If not, I'll fix it." Viktor was not opposed to taking off a few articles of clothing to get comfortable.

Gathering her courage, she started to explain. It felt strange to be teaching the highly capable Viktor anything, but she was going to try. “The first thing you need to know is that you might not be able to perfect your meditation technique the first time. Or even the second or third. I know you set a high standard for yourself, but you’re going to have to relax it a little.” There was going to be a lot to say, so she might as well get started as they rode on the dirt road along the coast after leaving from the secondary garage exit.

"Interesting. I wouldn't have imagined meditation being that difficult to master." Viktor said his previous idea of the practice had begun to fade as Kassy explained. "It's something to strive for and it might help me with some things." He commented.

“Yes, but…” How to phrase this delicately. “Don’t try pushing yourself into some kind of competition, even within yourself. It would probably backfire. That’s not the point of meditation.”

"Interesting, and noted." Kassy looked out of the window at the passing scenery as they drove, feeling the brush of breeze on her skin from the open windows. It was easier to talk to Victor without having to confront that stare of his.

“Another thing I should probably warn you about is that things might come up in your mind that haven’t before.” She didn’t know much about Victor’s past. However, considering a good portion of the team had some rough upbringing or another horrid event in their past, it stood to reason he might have some memories that he’d rather not discuss. “When you’re sitting quietly with just yourself, concentrating on nothing, it leaves your mind free to wander. Sometimes to idle thoughts, sometimes to… less happy things.” This made Viktor both curious and reluctant to try meditating. One of his issues was not letting go of the bad things fast enough, and when he did it was more like he was just delaying their revisiting of his mind. The next thing Kassy said helped, however.

“The trick of it is to know how to acknowledge those thoughts and then let them go. Like bouncing a bubble on your fingers without breaking it. That’s the hardest part of everything, in my opinion. Even I can’t do it all the time.”

"Some of the time is better than never… right?" He forced a soft smile. He almost looked uncomfortable making it.

Kassy smiled politely back. She couldn’t remember seeing Victor smile at her before. Even one that looked vaguely creepy was a step forward, right? “Right. But the process is always in motion. Every time you attempt, you learn a little more. Or at least, that is what I was taught.” The beach was coming into view now, and Kassy perked up somewhat. “Oh, smooth seas today. That’s good. It means the environment should be calm.” Viktor made a glance at Kassy but did not utter a word until he found a spot to park in. He decided to keep his socks and sneakers in the jeep. It was the beach after all. Kassy kicked off her sandals, leaving them on the floor of the jeep as well. She strode onto the hot sand, the heat of it warming her bare feet.

"What made you want to leave? The sea." Viktor asked as they walk across the sand.

“I didn’t want to leave. It was King Arthur’s idea.” She paused, realizing she might have been confusing. “Oh. You may know him as Aquaman, I suppose. He’s the one who suggested I try this. Or rather, he gave me the news that I would be going on land - and I obeyed. That’s what you do when your king gives you a command.”

She brushed aside an errant bit of debris, and sat down in the sand, facing the ocean. Viktor followed her lead and did the same, just a foot away from her. “At first I just thought they were trying to get rid of me. But I’m still receiving my stipend, so… I suppose I must be doing something right.” Shrugging, she smiled vaguely at Viktor, clearly unsure of what to say.

"Duty. A value I can respect." He faced the calm ocean, finding it peaceful. So much so that he might visit the beach a little more often. "You might not have chosen to be here, but maybe you can make reasons to stay while you're here." Viktor shrugged. "Ready?"

“Ready. Make sure you’re comfortable. Now, close your eyes.” She let her orange eyes close, concentrating on the sound of the waves. “Focus on your breathing.” Her voice was soft and soothing, blending in with the gentle crash of water on the shore. Her breath dropped into a rhythm, out of practice. “Inhale while counting to four in your head. Hold for four, and exhale for four.”

“When thoughts come - and they will - acknowledge them, but let them pass. Always come back to your breath.”

Inhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Hold. One. Two. Three. Four. Exhale. One. Two. Three. Four. The breathing was easy if he kept the rhythm, but he kept drifting from it. His senses were so sharp, he was easily pulled from the rhythm to something else he felt he needed to analyze. The wind tossing grains of sand, the rustling of the trees far behind him. Viktor scrunched his face. And then.

"One. Two. Three. Four. . . . . One. Two. Three. Four..." He spoke it softly to help drown everything else out.

Kassy opened one eye, peeking at Victor. “Good. Just like that.” She could hear his breathing was steady enough, though she imagined his mind was drifting. She had been the same, in the beginning. Shutting her eyes again, she let herself concentrate on nothing but the air filling her lungs. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out.

‘Please, don’t - I didn’t mean to!’

‘Shut up, you filthy little -- ‘


She inhaled sharply, eyes flying open momentarily. It was just the beach. Nothing but the trees and the sand and the sea. It wasn’t real, she wasn’t… there. Viktor was quietly watching her out of the corner of his eye wondering if she was ok until she spoke rather calmly again.

“It’s not a perfect science.” She let her eyes shut again, fighting off the cold feeling filling her stomach. “And sometimes you get more than what you bargained for. But it’s good to get that stuff to the surface.” She let herself lapse back into silence, to not disturb Viktor anymore. He might have thought of calling this whole meditation thing a loss, but he attempted again.

He whispered his seconds of breath until he drowned out the world around him. Then there was just the breathing and nothing else for what felt like forever.

'Nymph, stand up!'

'This is not the time to relax. This is a mission.'

'METAMORPH TAKE OUT THE GUARD AT YOUR REAR, NOW!'

'Nymph! Nymph, answer me! Get a hold of yourself! I need you to get a hold of your abilities… NOW!'


It was easier for him to place the blame on her. So easy that he let the thoughts linger.

'Fuck… Metamorph, get the container to the jet to rendezvous with the rest of my squad. I will continue to keep up comms with Squad A and get Nymph out.'

'-Nymph simply does not belong on this team.'


'Viktor…That’s harsh. Now isn’t the time or the place.'

'I needed you to support them. When you are the leader, you shoulder that blame too.'


Viktor's eyes shot open with a glare. His intense expression of anger juxtaposed the ocean across from him. His hands balled to the point where his arms lightly trembled. The thing was, Viktor was angrier with himself. Like bouncing a bubble on your fingers without breaking it. I guess… I'll try again.

Kassy peeked over again, seeing the anger on Victor’s face. She had become very in tune with other people’s feelings from a young age, especially anger. He looked terribly tense, which made her wonder just what thoughts he’d gotten stuck on. But she wouldn’t ask. It was up to him to volunteer that information.

“Inhale… 1… 2...3...4.” She coaxed softly, closing her eyes again. This time, her own memories stayed in the little mental box she kept them in.

With time Viktor relaxed again and naturally, the thoughts that had bothered him most were revisited.

]'Viktor…That’s harsh. Now isn’t the time or the place.'

'I needed you to support them. When you are the leader, you shoulder that blame too.'


Only this time, it was his own voice criticizing him in place of Alisa and Talon's. He might have made the same mistake from just a moment ago, but Kassy's previous guidance helped him. Let them pass… One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four ...Viktor's body relaxed even further as he felt better. As if he relinquished the weight of that moment on the jet.

Kassy remained quiet, her own thoughts unjumbling themselves as she relaxed. Her breathing was steady, and old memories stayed buried. She sat there, quiet, for what seemed like an eternity. Then, without warning, a wave of intense sadness washed over her. She felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes, and had the uncomfortable premonition that she wouldn’t be able to do this for much longer.

Not the meditation, but being able to connect with her teammates. It would all be over soon, she just knew it. The very thought made her sick. She’d let herself become used to being here, let herself make friends. Daphne’s kindness, Alisa’s spark, Zach’s liveliness, Ja’s spirit... It was just going to make everything a lot worse, when the tidal wave fell.

She let the tears fall into the sand, trying to steady her shuddering breathing. This wouldn’t do at all. If Viktor asked, she wasn’t sure she had the energy to lie. Honestly, it was only a matter of when he'd ask.

"Kass. What's wrong?" Viktor asked as he reluctantly placed a hand to her shoulder to give her a sense of security. It was honestly his only good move when it came to showing sympathy without having to make a face. "We can go back if you like."

Kassy looked out at the water to avoid looking at Viktor. “It’s… just flotsam.” She finally managed to squeak out through the lump in her throat. Viktor stared at her for a moment with skepticism. “And we can go back, but only if you feel like you gained something today.”

"I believe so." Viktor followed her gaze to the water while letting his hand fall from her shoulder. "Thank you, Kass." He got up on his feet and offered a hand up.

“You’re welcome, Viktor.” Kassy said, forcing a smile as she took his hand and got up. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” She tried to relax herself.

"Noted." He wouldn't pry, but that did not mean he would simply forget how unsettled she seemed.

“Oh, and just so you know, meditation can be anywhere quiet. Your room, the bath, the library… though I wouldn’t recommend it with the television on.” She made a little face. “What was that weird show, anyway?”

"Ping Your Body, Pong Your Body. It's a competitive game show where the contestants replicate a sport known as table tennis. Two competitors do this by wearing bodysuits meant to replicate that of a hand paddle. The playing field has two respective sides with a net as the divider. To keep it simple, one competitor has to make the ball over the net, bounce off the side of the net, and bypass their competitor to score." He paused for a second as he thought of how odd the whole thing was. "It looks ridiculous." Amused, he wore a short lived slight smile on his face.

Kassy listened to Victor’s explanation of the strange human TV show, and was slightly taken aback at the little flash of a smile. She’d never seen him smile before. It looked good on him. It made her smile back, her sharp teeth gleaming in the sun. “It really does look ridiculous. But I think I would like to watch with you when we get back.” She started to walk through the sand, back toward the jeep. “If that’s alright.”

"Of course it is, Kass." Viktor gave a single nod. They both had grown to enjoy spending time with each other. Despite the rough meditation session, Kass would consider the whole thing a success overall, especially when it meant making a new friend out of a teammate.

In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Morning
Location: The Sea East of Malthemoor Port
Interactions: Myra @13org
Mentions: Equipment: None



Astra patiently awaited Myra’s, but in the meantime, she continued to keep her eyes on Traven the boatman handling the hippocampi. The dilemma of getting to Riverport was eating at her, and if she didn’t figure something out soon, Vrexen might soon be eating at her like he did the runaway slave. Traven was the obstacle, one that would not be convinced easily if at all. Her eyes suddenly focused back on Myra who was laying down and tilting her head up at her. Cute. Astra grinned and anticipated the demon finally speaking, but she simply didn’t. Instead, she pointed towards the sun struggling to break through the overcast sky. Myra then proceeded to open her hands and show off her fingers as if she had just gotten her nails done.

“Uhh… What? Oh, you’re counting!” Astra exclaimed with excitement that quickly faded back into confusion. “But… I don’t have fuckin’ clue what you’re trying to tell me. Never been too good at the whole uh… nonverbal communication thing. I mean, body language isn’t too hard. I use it myself.”

“She’s been in this realm much longer than I have. Much longer judging by how detached she is from her nature. She cannot speak… Or chooses not to.” Vrexen narrowed his eyes at Myra while a low growl emanated from him. “It is one of the reasons I acquired you, Astra.”

“By Halastra…” Astra’s eyes widened as she realized the only person she would be talking to during this long trip was Vrexen. “...that is very interesting. So you found her where? Like right outside the city?”

“Yes.”

“And you were just like ‘Hey girl! Come follow me!’ and she just scurried right along with you?”

“Yes.”

“Today?”

“Yes.”
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“Wow! And you both got the whole naked thing down and everything. I like it. It’s weird as fuck, but I like it.” Astra shrugged, her eyes landing on Myra. “By the way, I think Myra is getting a little seasick.” Astra pointed at Traven whilst looking at Myra. “Face his back, or just face the way we’re traveling and listen to us talk. It’ll help you feel a little better.”


Location: Communications Complex
Interactions: @canaryrose Alisa
Mentions: Bex and Maya



“Cool. Maybe Zach will teach you some tricks… if that’s how magic works? I don’t know.”

"To be honest, I usually feel just as confused as you about it." Viktor shrugged before looking in Zach's direction. The guy was exactly where he wanted to always be. The center of attention, and even if the attention appeared to be negative to Viktor, Zach flourished in it with confidence.

Funnily enough, Viktor was also listening in on Daphne's interaction with Bex. Though Viktor and Alisa we're facing each other, to a third party there was a brief silence between them. Perhaps she's not so abrasive after all. Viktor assumed. He was going to return to the conversation, but the montage that played after Talon inquiring about the newcomers grabbed his attention. He watched silently without a change to his blank expression. His eyes looked toward Alisa when she giggled, which he found odd as he didn't find anything funny.

“A fair should be fun. And in Gotham! Your hometown.” Viktor had a hint of a smile. It wasn't as if he had not been back home, but the thought of going to Haly's Circus in Gotham after so many years felt somewhat good. It was nostalgia if anything.

"I am sure you will enjoy it, A. It will be as if we weren't grounded, so take advantage."

“Any thoughts on our new teammates? I’m not so sure about them,” His eyes shifted back to the monitors replaying the montage.

"They are not an even trade of Hex and Goldrush. Utility and arcana for physical might and a bladeswoman both spiked with a hint of arcana. Hmm..." Viktor squinted his eyes in thought for a second. "Hard to say. They appear experienced from what we're being shown, but… I guess I could talk to them." Viktor shrugged again and then glanced Bex's way. "I've been trying to be friendlier anyway, right?"
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Morning
Location: Malthemoor Port, Daka Island
Interactions: Myra @13org
Mentions: Equipment: None



Vrexen had no clue what Astra meant by MFDIC, but it did not seem to be an insult so he chose to focus on the map Myra held up. The entirety of Avalia and Daka were displayed, giving the red-faced demon a great reference.

“Now allow me to explain. We're up here. Daka Island.” Astra pointed at the northwestern island. “See? Yeah, good." She wanted to keep this short so they could all finally leave. She then pointed to the large tree illustrated on the map in the southeast. “And this is where we have to go. The big tree where all of the oversized pixies live. That'll be where you find some demons. So to get from Daka to here, we have to hit Yenworth first. See?”

“Yenworth... Fine.” Vrexen said plainly while his eyes focused on the map. Avalia. We will make it unrecognizable to its people. Indescribable!

“Well, you heard 'im! Lord Vrexen wants us to leave for Yenworth! Chop chop Traven!” Astra grabbed the map from Myra. Thank you, Myra.” Astra rolled the map and placed it back into her bag just before Traven grumbled something incoherent up front. He had been gripping his reins the entire time, waiting for his passengers to finally settle.

“Swim you bastards!” Traven swiftly whipped hippocampi that groaned before pulling the carriage forward. And surprisingly, it was a smooth takeoff. The small watercraft left the port with Traven being mindful of the large navy ship stationed and sailing
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“So Myra, you've been quiet this whole time, so how about you tell me about yourself. It's your first day here in Avalia, right?” Despite trying to make small talk with Myra, Astra kept her eyes fixed on Traven.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Malthemoor Port, Daka Island
Interactions: Myra @13org
Mentions: Equipment: None


“What… What is she doing?” Astra raised an eyebrow as she watched Myra getting very close to Traven’s hippocampi.

“Gaging them to determine if we can eat them later.”

“What?! My fuckin’ steeds will bite the shit outta ‘er!” Traven hollered angrily from his seat. “Bite the shit outta yer red face too!” A low growl was heard from Vrexen and Astra scooted much further from him upon hearing it.

“Not before tear yours from your skull."

“Myra! Hey, come on. Those things are old and grumpy. If you want some stinky fish to eat we’ll get plenty when we arrive at Yenworth.”

“Yenworth? That is not our destination, Astra.” Vrexen glared at the woman who sighed and started to pull the stolen map from her pack, unrolling it in front of her.

“Myra, can you be a dear, and please hold this for me.” She faked a pleasant smile at the demoness. “I need to explain why I’m the guide and he’s the-” She stopped herself as his menacing eyes met hers.

“The what?”

“The um… The… What was I... Oh! You’re the boss… Yes, you’re the elf- no… You’re the demon in charge. The MFDIC!” Astra pulled that one out of her ass for sure.

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In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Morning
Location: Outside the Nest, Roshmi!
Interactions: Orias @helo, Nabarra @nasty, Kuroi @hide on mana, Mika @Tae, Sivaros @GingerBoi123, Yuka (Frank Lee) @princess, Nabarra @nasty, Orias @Helo
Mentions:




To Slick’s surprise, he had maintained his balance, albeit with a strange sensation rushing over him. He tried to keep himself steady while the whole world around him seemed to want to get into some bizarre hollering match.

"... Our lovely King Kasai made a berry in poor dijon this morning. I'm sure you all know as he is so mischievous at making sure olive rolled meat is kept in the poop."

“What in the hell…” Slick whispered as he had the full attention of the cat-eared woman speaking about what sounded like a truly disgusting king. Did she have to get into such detail?

"Ooh so you mean you don't know!"

"Well... I'm sure there just must be a food plantation for that."

"The King sent in asparagus to add some more. Looks like we're lining up with the stocked shelves for this upcoming store. Currently, your buns are all impaired tonight."

Immediately the crowd started to murmur and grow slowly in volume, but Slick was confused. It seemed that the food in this city was tainted by King Kasai from what he gathered. It was disgusting, no wonder he was in such an awful state.

"But listen! The piss! Because of mustard that night!"

"That's riiight... Well, I'm sure he just doesn't want to lose any more sales to the stocked shelves. That must be it, right? I'm sure this is about inspecting his bologna and fecal-"

"NO! This is about making his own gin!"The same female who had shouted before piped up again. A chorus of others agreeing passionately joined. And the plot thickens… To do all of this for gin.

Yuka's lip corners slightly upturned and her eyes flashed, "He does have a knack towards that doesn't he?" She slid down to sit on the roof and lean her head in her hands, "Do you think he's brewing the strong things?"

The voices were becoming an uproar of outrage quite quickly. Words like 'overdose' or ideas of 'trying snacks' were quickly being thrown around."I wouldn't brew that if I were you."

"You'll surely all fly."

Fly? Yuka jumped to her feet. She’s actually going to do it, I think. Slick wouldn’t be surprised by all he’s seen from this world so far.

"Oh! But men’s guts must see food." She exclaimed with a theatric pout. She paused for dramatic effect before telling them. "We must wait. Spread the birds as far as you can, and use those poop-able grains of yours to stir better gin than his tonight. You'll be juiceless with a stew boiled dispensed against the army. Keep young eels churning in there for now and simply spread the curds if the King's ravenous. A new prawn satiates roast meat. The young man’s tower food must end."

As crazy as the speech sounded, the topic seemed to be a relevant issue to these people. He thought about sneaking away while everyone was distracted, but he was sure he was better off with this bunch. His first attempt at going solo had him currently seeing double. And then the dog man spoke up.

"Yet we, ass-gardeners...yes, surprisingly enough, one such as myself is still considered a gardener..." Slick blinked several times. "...have diddled to papayas but this is droning on in the current pitiful lion hunt. Sir Lee, we have a basic diarrhea and an ever-impending bubble is to come but we know naught of the intimacies that lie in our brother monk’s brain. Frank Lee, whoever will harness the poo is in charge..."

The vulpine appeared to have everyone's attention now, but Slick was wondering how the fuck that was possible. Was this world so different?
"The most porous thing to show is that, regardless of one's mattress, it will always pain a father and mother to know that their berry grown offering has died. To rely on such a sap system, to inject one's celery is just as iconic as a pirate’s outlook on all of us! Besides, who are we to glisten to only insertion and limit our shelves to one laxative? Why should we all glisten to consumption who is far more bellied up than you are Lee? I may be chomping on rolled meat, but I am certain Lee, no damn wildly flowering fool disguised as a chaperone...pan fries a Mayan man..."

"Cast away plenty and then you’re empty… Plenty has gotten me no pears in life...only my grown naughty and fine back..." Kuroi finished. Slick couldn't believe what he was hearing, but the man sounded quite passionate, the crowd appeared to react rather positively. He felt like he needed to take a seat and play spectator as he felt himself become more relaxed than he already was. As he sat, Mika was next to pipe up.

”She’s speaking the truth. I hate that cheese sins, but cheese sins.”

“Cheese again?” He commented softly.

”Every stink cheese is staying in the fruit except for one thing. Not every young man’s tower wishes to make their own gin. I am Princess Mikazuki and I am not dry fodder. Heat is residing with the stocked shelves and he’s doing it with his rear. He’s never really cared about his chicken and would gladly suck ice for his own benefit.” The words were slowly beginning to clear up. Slick didn’t notice, except that things said were making more sense than before… maybe.

”I wish to be different, I AIM to be belligerent. I wish to be a pear and just cooler, a ruler for the people of roast meat. So when you go to spread the birds, be sure to make it known that Princess Mikazuki hears your voices and she will find a way to put an end to this stock shelf suppliant!” There were some cheers and Slick did a bit of a slow clap for the lady who had promised him a good time. He held up his palms in front of his face, the double vision was starting to go away. The speeches did not stop. The tall odd cat-faced woman spoke next. And he actually heard every word she said. The only problem was, it seemed like nonsense after hearing the other three speak. What happened to the cheese? And what the hell was the twin-fucken’ ‘eaded dragon?

Slick rubbed his head as he tried to get himself together. He got up to his feet and willed himself to keep stable before… And yes… Before he started walking in a random direction away from the others. There were too many people and too much talking for his liking right now. He felt fucked up, but he was beginning to recover.

“Fuck Avalay.” Saying the name of the place wrong yet again. He didn’t care about some King making his people sick with the disgusting food he provided.

In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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