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[color=4bbeff][h3]Taric[/h3][/color]
[color=4bbeff] level[/color]: 1
[color=4bbeff]day/time[/color]: day 2 - morning
[color=4bbeff]Location[/color]: Platform City - The Barrel Roll
[color=4bbeff]Interacting with[/color]: [@RokkuHoshi] Steve, [@Crosswire] Jack and Shadow, [@Guardian Angel Haruki] Shantae
[color=4bbeff]Cooldowns[/color] 
Bastion: 2/2. linked ally: none 
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Jacks rapid drinking and eating where, in a word, impressive. The man knew how to hold his liquor, of that there was no doubt. On the other hand Taric wasn’t entirely sure what had brought on the sudden urgency or need to drown himself in alcohol that rapidly. Was it the fact that the young woman was a genie perhaps? He had to admit that was rather surprising, and just a touch worrying seeing as Genies were supposedly beings of great power sealed in bottles. At least that was what they were in the stories he had read. Generally you don’t seal thing away unless they are very dangerous. Of course those stories could be wrong or only vaguely apply to Shantae. 
 
[color=4bbeff]”Goodness me, genie magic? That sounds powerful.”[/color]
 
The other option was that it was in reaction to Steve's general ignorance of seemingly random concepts. Like couches. He wondered how Steve's world of architects could contain beds but not couches. It was quite peculiar. At any rate if Jack was ready to go then he wouldn’t waste his time by dawdling and so hurried to finish his own breakfast before carefully wiping his lips clean with a napkin. Taric lifted Bravado from where it sat on the floor and then stood, rested the mace against his shoulder.
 
[color=4bbeff]”That would be of great help Jack. Lead on”[/color]
 
With his free hand the fabulous defender retrieved a small tin of breath mints and popped one in his mouth before offering the others one as well.
 
[color=4bbeff]”oh and would any of you like a mint?”[/color]