[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2]
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1, Evening, At The Start Of A Foodfight...
[b]Location:[/b] Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[b]Interactions:[/b] Ezio Auditore [@Loki Odinson], Edward Buck [@Aether Spawn] ([i][b]Incoming bread-roll based projectile![/b][/i])
[B]Mentions:[/b] Mario [@Holy Soldier][/center]

 Quina opened his/her mouth as if to say something, or possibly just to eat something, as that first fateful potato ball was thrown. With surprising speed, Quina had managed to grasp what was about to unfold, namely, that the line between [i]food[/i] and [i]not-food[/i] was about to get rather messily blurred, and in a way that'd hopefully be tidied up by somebody else. Quina [i]wanted[/i] to thank the hooded man named Ezio for the kind words about her (or his?) pale skin, that Quina had no idea why his (or her) clothes were so wet and that a trip to Roma would be wonderful after a trip the swamp.

 Sadly, it mostly came out as, "[color=f49ac2]Thank you! Fishing... [i]maybe?[/i] Roma good. Wet. Also, not move! Yes?[/color]"

 From Ezio's and Quina's position at the [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4065111]table at the furthest end[/url] of the hall, it only made sense that to Quina that they should fight alongside one another. To that end, Quina took up arms, taking one of the ladles used previously to mix up the sad looking swamp soup and loading it up with one of the sodden bread rolls that had once been a hill playing host to a happy family of peas pretending to be frogs. As something of an afterthought, Quina rescued one of the drowning dumpling people, and then crammed that into his (or her) mouth.

 Now with the matter of eating taken care of, Quina attacked. It wasn't particularly accurate at such a long range, but with the extra reach provided by the ladle, this soggy lump of bread could at least travel an impressive distance compared to a hand-thrown roll. Quina didn't even bother to check whether or not it was anywhere near on target as it spiralled towards the armoured figure of Edward Buck, because Quina was seemingly quite determined to make sure Ezio was between her (or him?) and the rest of the combatants. That's what friends were for, right? To be used as human shields in case of a food fight?

 "[color=f49ac2]Friends, yes? Ezio. Quina. Friends,[/color]" said the Qu, sounding quite urgent indeed as he (or she?) tried to position herself (or himself?) behind Ezio, "[color=f49ac2]Quina is... just trying to get past new friend. Teamwork![/color]"

 Quina's interpretation of "team work" in this instance seemed to involve a lot of somebody else getting hit by food and being left to safely fire, and occasionally eat, food based projectiles.