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[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Red Archer[/color][/h2]
[h1]Las Vegas Strip - The Hunt For Fun [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6gT677LUsk][1][/url][/h1][/center]
[color=ed1c24]“Hohh.. Well then, I’m not one to say no to whatever’s put in-front of me."[/color] Sniffing every other second as they walked into the store, Archer seemed to relax and grin as he brandished his finger at the colorful menu.[color=ed1c24] “You get to see what you get huh? Really, that’s real convenient. Still, just looking at it like that doesn’t tell you much.”[/color]

He shook his head before leaning back as they joined the line. Even peaking so he towered over the other individuals around them. Getting in their way and yet paying them no mind. His eyes focused on the spreads out on the tables around them. Sniffs came with each shift of his eyes as he looked over at the onion rings, shakes, sodas, alcoholic drinks and of course, burgers about.

[color=ed1c24]“I smell a lot of things. Some of it… my brother probably wouldn’t be able to handle it with his weaker stomach. It’s very greasy, it’s interesting. Just how many of those things are cooking on those grills? It’s like they’re putting an entire cow there by the minute! You know? There’s a lotta sweet too, some sour. Mainly sweet… I can feel my eyes almost water from here too.”
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Keen without being sensitive. Able to take in the world around him and understand it. Like a beast, like a man both. By the time they ordered he was getting a number of stares from various other patrons, even as drunkards and the elated skirt-chasers at the hems of Lady Fortune flooded in and out.

He picked out from the tray in Ahmicqui’s hands one of the greasy bundles of meat and sauces and crammed half of it in his mouth.


[color=ed1c24]“MHh.. Ah.”
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His grin grew larger as he shoved the rest of it in. [color=ed1c24]“Tshg good. I like-”[/color] he interrupted himself to pick out a number of the fries peaking out to shove it into his mouth. 
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“Yeah, this is good. I’m ready for more.” [/color]he said without shame even as when they finally sat down he began to pick at the rest of the fries, perhaps taking a bit more time as he popped them in one by one this time. It wasn’t a sense of him conserving what was left with the amount of food he had beng depleted. It was a moment of leisure, of Archer simply enjoying it.

In other words he ate it how he wanted to even if that whim changed without care about how he would want to enjoy the meal as a whole. He sated the craving that panged in his stomach the moment it came. 

[color=ed1c24]“We only got the night right? Then let’s make the best of it.”
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And so they ate.

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Corndogs by the handful crammed into his mouth, the sticks poking out of his maw as the hint as to the nature of his bulging cheeks. Even then his lips were pursed around a thick straw digging into the ice cold slush of a blended alcoholic drink.

[color=ed1c24][i][sub]“Haven’t ya seen? MY Endurance is B, and I’m me. A drink or two won’t do anything-”[/sub][/i][/color]

Or so he said.

Regardless, he weaved and went, on instinct as he was led by also pushed for their path. He had a sense for the flow, going to shops that were easy to slip in, and also turned out to be what appealed well to his tastes. As a result. He had a massive bag that was filled with nothing but food, filling as quick as his mouth.. And emptying not so coincidentally, as quickly too..

That said he was doing more than just gorge himself. He was relaxed, hardly cautious as he focused solely on his enjoyment.

But there was no need to be cautious, for he trusted his body and he trusted himself. The moment danger… no, fun came, he would know and be prepared.

[color=ed1c24]“Yo, master. What sort of guy do you think’ll come out first?”
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He took a chipped off piece of wood he broke off from a tree in passing earlier.   It was used as a toothpick, Archer cleaned out his teeth and chewed it down into a fine point and dart at the same time. Now, tossing it about in his hand and letting it twirl in the sky, he played with it a bit before he sent it flying with a burst of movement from his wrist. The javelin-like toothpick flew, roaring like a screaming bird as it soared to the neon lit sky and crashed into the replica of the Eiffel Tower. Metal whined and cried out as it bent, the lattice structure crumpling and bending. The tower did not snap, nor did it break. But the sound and the sight of the landmark going dark as its tip bent was noticeable for all in the strip. For those with keen sight and special attention to this fated night it was Archer's declaration of war.

[center][b][i]This was the beginning of the Holy Grail War.[/i]
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