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[color=lime]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=lime]Location:[/color] River Port-Beach
[color=lime]Interactions:[/color] Lucia[@Potter], Valamiir[@Alivefalling], Valaeon[@FunnyGuy], Risa[@princess], Sakura[@baraquiel], Myra[@13org] [/center]

[color=BADBB4]Leon kept up his best impression of a man who was intimidating as two newcomers approached, although the much larger dragonborns seemed to have the bodyguard posture down perfectly. He watched, studying how they approached and talked to the newcomers, deciding this would be a useful persona to have. If he was to be involved in some high fantasy rebellion against a dark and evil overlord, he at least wanted to be able to look intimidating. The newcomers didn’t look all that dangerous, at least when standing near the two dragonborns who loomed over them, but he still hung back with Lucia and Risa. If they were a threat, it wasn’t like there was much he could do if the two dragons couldn’t handle them. His ability to incite a refreshing breeze or float lightweight objects wasn’t all that threatening. Leon was a level one noob who was somehow spawned in right before a final boss battle. He had to at least appear dangerous or he was going to end up dead and there would be no respawns. 

[color=lime]“And what if I don’t want to go home?”[/color] Leon asked once Risa had finished speaking. [color=lime]“I know it’s not exactly a utopia here, but it still beats my home by a landslide and Earth wasn’t exactly short on people who wanted me dead either. Being here has already extended my life, so I don’t mind risking it for a revolution. We have a saying in my world, those who stand for nothing, fall for anything. I’d like to stand for this, for freedom. Feels like a better use of my extra time than anything else I could come up with. But don’t feel like you need to protect me, I doubt I’m going to be all that important to your cause, but I’ll do whatever I can.”[/color] He spoke honestly and in a hushed tone so others couldn’t overhear them. He was still hopeful that loyalty to the revolution, if he lived through it, would be enough that he’d be allowed to stay here. Though if he was just going to be sent back home it wouldn’t really change his answer. Lucia was the best friend he’d had in a long time, so if she was in, he was as well. [/color]

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[color=cadetblue]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=cadetblue]Location:[/color] River Port-Healing Center
[color=cadetblue]Interactions:[/color] Belle[@Potter], Malachi[@princess][/center]

[color=B0C0C5]Valok followed the instructions given by Malachi once he returned. Having grown up in overcrowded barracks, he lacked any concerns for privacy or modesty and simply stripped down and redressed in the new clothes without giving it a thought. His old clothes were torn and bloodied from battle and he would likely not wear them again, but he folded them up neatly anyhow. The new clothes fit just fine, and he held his head up a little higher, a little prouder, now that he had been given a new uniform from his commander. He eyed the strange food Malachi had brought them as well and wondered why one would need to eat a ‘treat’ before one ate an ‘actual meal.’ Perhaps this was a strange light elf custom, so he heeded Malachi’s warning to not get anything sticky, and carefully picked up the blas bun and took a bite. 

[color=cadetblue]“Thank you, this is good.”[/color] Valok managed a polite half-truth after he had managed to finish the first bite. The clothes were good, they fit fine and felt brand new, were simple and practical and he liked them. The snack, however, wasn’t good, but at the very least it was food and he was hungry. 

The blas bun was overly sticky and sickeningly sweet. The pastry’s texture was soft and squishy like it was some sort of pillowy bread sponge used to soak up all the excess sugar in River Port. He tried holding it as gingerly as possible but every time he bit into the bun, honey seemed to ooze from it, contaminating his fingers further with the viscous sweetness. As strange and unpleasant as the food was, he ate it anyway because it had been given to him, he had been asked to do so, and because it was a poor choice to waste food. He tried to keep his expression neutral as he ate the bun, not wanting to offend Malachi, but even so his lip curled away from the food every time he bit into it. This at least helped to keep the sugar ooze from infecting his face as well as his hands. Once he had finished the snack he cleaned the residue from his hands.

Belle on the other hand seemed to enjoy the snack but had decided the clothing had needed work. She had returned from where ever she had gone with the dress noticeable altered. It was strange to him that she had simply altered the uniform given by Malachi without asking, but then again the rebellion seemed to run differently than the dark elf army did, and he understood little about humans. He had meant to ask why she had laughed at him when he had asked the fairies for water. It hadn’t seemed humorous to him but maybe it was funny to humans. He would have to ask later, for now, he stood quiet and alert awaiting commands from Malachi.[/color]