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[Color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] 10:00 a.m.
[Color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] River Port Beach
[Color=goldenrod][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Kharnem Neeson [@Kazemitsu], Peeping Arn [@Omni5876], Saoirse, the Main Character [@potter], and Slime Slayer Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos].
[Color=goldenrod][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Tae] “Valerie”
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[url=https://imgur.com/nFFwshr] Backpack (top right)[/url]
[url=i.imgur.com/LhphK55.jpg] Bow and quiver of arrows[/url]
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[color=goldenrod][i]What’s the deal with these sourpusses? No wonder Valerie needed to get some air. She was stuck between R.B.F and this douchebag. And why is he calling that girl ‘Red’ of all things? The chick is a blonde![/i][/color] He shot a glare at Ismael on their way to the spa, deciding that he would definitely confront the guy about what his problem was with him. 

Once inside, Kaleb was glad the group had been given their own area. Sure, he’d still attempt to keep his status as a human below the radar, but the circumstance would allow everyone to speak freely on all other matters. Occupations, motivations, and demeanors were something he could log into the character profiles he’d mentally create for each person in his company. He could have dipped into the hot pools, but showering in a stall was far more pressing. [color=goldenrod][i]Soap, shampoo… Where’s everything else? Conditioner, cleanser, moisturizer… and this thing doesn’t even exfoliate![/i][/color] Kaleb sighed as more steam than normal billowed from his shower stall. He begrudgingly used what was available and continued his quick shower so he could get slime guts out of his scalp. Kaleb’s hair meant everything to him.

[color=goldenrod]“Fuck it, whatever.”[/color] He grumbled just before he heard Ismael address him. 

[color=gold]“Hey sorry for the bad introduction. My name is Ismael.”[/color] Kaleb rapidly blinked a few times in disbelief at the man’s tone. He wondered why someone would put on an act before realizing he was mentally the pot calling the kettle, metal. 

[color=goldenrod]“Ismael, huh? Nice to meet the [i]real[/i] you. Or at least I hope this is the real you.”[/color] He chuckled before making his way to the pool. He took the spot on the right of Arn and the left of Kharne. To get comfortable, he put his back against the wall of the pool so he could rest his arms up across the edge of it. He had just entered in time to hear Arn introducing himself and… [color=goldenrod][i]Don’t simp to the princess so earlyyy. We just met her.[/i][/color] He fought the urge to roll his eyes. He was ready to speak next when Saoirse spoke. That is exactly when he realized the R.B.F. wasn’t just some front or an unfortunate shaping of her face. In this instance, the book was exactly what was on the cover.
[color=goldenrod][i]Talk too much? Main character?[/i][/color] Kaleb turned his head so fast with a questioning look. 

[color=goldenrod]“Listen up, [i]main character[/i]. No one asked you to be here with us. And if we’re going to be honest, the only time when someone like you… Yes, I’ve heard enough about you…”[/color] He waved his index finger around in her direction for emphasis. [color=goldenrod]“The only time when someone like you is the [i]‘main character’[/i]  is either on a casting couch or a cheap fifty-minute YouTube documentary.”[/color] Kaleb held
 both hands out and looked around at the rest of the group as if to show that there was nothing more to say.

[color=goldenrod]“Come on, let’s keep up the introductions. What’s your background, big guy?”[/color] Kaleb pointed to Kharne. [color=goldenrod]“And what are your thoughts on princess Annya?”[/color]

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