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[h1]Jiugui[/h1]
[h3]Making Friends; Making Enemies[/h3]
Poking [@Enzayne][@WrongEndoftheRainbow][@Bright_Ops][@Lauder]
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Excessive consumption of alcohol may dull the senses and cause balance issues. Jiugui learned this early on, for it took him a good minute to get to his feet properly. A stone toss away came terrible noises and thunderous explosions - steam filled the heavens and some lady deafened explosions in the ocean with shouts about salt or something - it was all very bizarre, thought the creature. Still, he bumbled along out of the pavilion until he came upon a colourful court of kingly custodians, auras awesome and mighty like the forces of a hurricane. In his admiration and stupor, the little creature hardly noticed the fancy, leather-bound book to his left. Not thinking twice, he blurted out,

“Oh, thish a guest list? Shorry, lem’me jussh…” Before anyone could really react to him, the bumbling man had already signed his name - except it wasn’t his name, and the page was not blank.

Over a section detailing that all the forces of earth and heaven should work in harmony to ensure the stability of creation and existence, Jiugui had scribbled a terrible gibberish that, if you squinted closely, looked like a burnt snake, possibly a salamander. Either way, that did the deed, and the rain and earth on Galbar shook violently - on parts of the planet, the earth under water quaked and cracked, creating the first volcanoes; on other parts, the rain clouds clotted together into mighty hurricanes that ravaged (luckily) nothing yet. Docile against the might of gods, these forces could become a problem for mortals down the line. Oh well.

Jiugui, however, was busy studying his signature. He decided that he was unhappy with it, turned the page and signed again: 

[centre][h1]“[sub]Ji[/sub]ug[sup]i[/sup] w[sup]a[/sup]z h[sub]e[/sub]re.”[/h1][/centre]

He tapped his chin with his brush. [sub][i]Slap, slap, slap.[/i][/sub]

[centre][h1]“Alc[sup]oh[/sup][sub]ol[/sub] [sup]i[/sup][sub]z[/sub] alw[sup]ay[/sup]z [sub]goo[/sub]d!”[/h1][/centre]

And so it was that mortals, beasts, plants and all, if they found alcoholic fruit, beverages or other things, would not shy from consuming it - some might even enjoy the taste in later days, who knows! 

Once properly signed in, Jiugui staggered into the centre of the court, where the turned to the most magnificent thing the room, no doubt interrupting loudly the six-legged horse spouting on and on about using the palace’s men for weird experiments. The man tossed himself into a kowtow on the floor, spilling all the wine in his cup.

[h3][b]”Oh, MIGHZY MASDER ‘AV HEAFEN ‘N EARZ!”[/b][/h3] 

There came a small burp. “Oh, ‘zcuse me…" 

[h3]"Your creashun av’us hash been… Susha pleasurr. Your HAMBLE sev'vant raises his CAPP to ya, mighzy one! [i]Ganbeiiiii![/i]”[/h3] 

And so the fat man slammed down the contents of his tiny porcelain cup (well, after rematerialising some more in an instant). Afterwards, he growled a small [sub]brrrrooooiph, sorry…[/sub] and turned to the horse. “Shorry, I intezzupted you, sirr, cazzy ohn…” His eyes then affixed to first the cartwheeling goddess who seemed to look exactly like another, sterner, scarier goddess, then to the absolutely awesome doomsday that seemed to last only for a second. Or did it happen at all? Jiugui wasn’t sure, honestly, but as his brain short-circuited when he (surprisingly) remembered the cartwheeling lady. Sticking both arms out backwards like the winds of a bird to balance his forward-bending torso, the man engaged in a waddling jog after her, cackling all the way.

[hider=Summary!]
Jiugui waddles into court, thinkings Epsilon’s tome is a guest book, signs in by overwriting a section on the stability of weather and earth, then signs again properly, complete with a small greeting that says he loves wine, which makes it so all creatures and creations, too, may love wine!

He then interrupts Aethel to greet the Monarch before chasing after Zenia like a three-year old making an airplane impression.
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[hider=Vigour Spendage!]
Jiugui - 10 vigour
1 vigour: Accidentally pen down in Epsilon’s tome the reason why we have storms and earthquakes.
0 vigour: Also pen down in the tome that all creatures may find alcoholic stuff tasty, no matter their pallette.
Result - 9 vigour. Still quite vigourous. 
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