[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/C7nwoGY.png[/img] [b]Words:[/b] 756 (+2) (+9) [b][color=ea590c]Edward Portsmith: Level 9 (22 cells) (2 level ups stored)[/color] [/b][color=ea590c]/[/color]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (1/90) [b]Location[/b] Frozen highlands - The Midnight Walk [/center] After spending the day lumber chopping, ornament hanging, and then hunched over a work bench toy creating Edward found himself in dire need of both a stretch and a rest. Servicing the former first, the man went for a slow trudge through the snow, though his military mind inevitably stamped a purpose onto this leisure and found him checking in on the stage coach and its bestial guards. Said creatures had had a fine enough time, for the most part lazing and/or grazing the day away (indeed there wasn’t much foliage left around the coach at all now that hadn't ended up in one stomach or another) but, like him, looked like they could do with a stretch themselves. Also a meaty meal, in the Somnacanth derived beast’s cases. As a result, the man didn’t roll up to the festivities alone, but instead attended by a veritable herd of beasts, be they impossible, monstrous or pal-y. Such a force, he worried, might somewhat upset the festivities, but as it turned out that no small part of the elvish population conformed to the nature loving stereotype he was ever so aware of. Between [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d99a51c2b770.png]carnivorouse[/url] and [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fc2d21783921.png]herbiverouse[/url] steeds and [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fa49e2a23e6f.png]reindreed[/url] galore, many an elf had brought their animal companion to join in the fun. Admittedly none had brought a double digit count worth of animals along, but the seeker’s impossible creatures had been visibly present enough that they’d been taken into account when filling the animal feeding section. There was even a seaweed and sushi selection specially prepared for the traffikrab. This, as it turned out, was a promised reward for putting up with the [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/3b4c4cb2884e.png]festive getup[/url] Edward had found the monster sulkily adorned in. It turned out this wasn’t the only favoritism heaped upon the strange monster, as after a well deserved meal, it turned out there was a gift under the tree just for it. As such, after it had ripped the wrapping to shreds with its claws, it ditched the santa hat and donned its new flashy [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/db3dd2503061.png]cyber cone[/url] for all to see. An examination of the note revealed that it had, apparently, been nicknamed Traffy by the anonymous gift giver. Or perhaps it knew the creature better than he did, given that he found the monster did indeed respond to that name. [hider=for Traffy the Traffikrab] [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/db3dd2503061.png]Cyber Cone[/url]: The ultimate defence against being run over on the information super-highway. Defensively it is nothing to write home about, reducing incoming electrical and astral damage by one and adds a whole 3% dodge chance, however offensively it adds a small but solid stab of lightning damage to all physical attacks. [/hider] Had the impossible creatures been capable of it, there might well have been some jealousy going on at this point. The thoroughbred Reindrix was certainly feeling some, though it squarely blamed Edward for this state of affairs, the man having kept the localised freezing hazard in its sphere all this time instead of letting it show off to the locals. The fact that Edward had, as it turned out, received one of if not the biggest gifts under the tree (big enough to fit several envious elven children inside it) only threatened to add to the frosty pal’s ire. The man himself had the good graces to feel a little embarrassed by this, muttering [color=ea590c]”Well this is quite absurd, what in the world could this even be?”[/color] under his breath as he used a sword to methodically cut the paper so it could be removed in reusable sheets. Within he found a very large cardboard box, which itself necessitated careful sword based opening. Once the seals were cut, and the lids spread open, it revealed a [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/5918b73a110e.png]rainbow worth of treats[/url] that bemused Edward to no end. Sure he enjoyed the odd baked good, who didn’t, but he was by no means [i]this[/i] much of a sweet tooth. However when picked one up and examined the packaging he gave an [color=ea590c]”ahhh, I see”[/color] as all became clear He turned then, still holding the little cake, and asked the little audience of envious elf children in a cheerful tone [color=ea590c]”Who here would like to help me with treating our animal friends with these pokepuffs?”[/color] which got a chorus of excited agreement. That, then, was how Edward found himself operating his own impromptu bit of post meal entertainment, namely an animal interaction and feeding experience. It was, after all, the only way to actually make a dent in the 100 pokepuffs he’d received with any sort of efficiency. [hr] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/kNmO8zV.png[/img] [b][color=DarkOrange]wordcount: [/color][/b] 291 (+1) [b][color=DarkOrange]Location:[/color][/b] Forbidden Kingdom - Esaka’s High Tier [b][color=DarkOrange]Amaterasu: level 9 (1 level up stored) [/color][/b] EXP: [color=DarkOrange]//////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]//////////////////////////// (57/90) [/center] Amatarasu gave a bark of agreement to the general plan of doing something now that also wasn’t too drastic. Best, she agreed, that they use the cover of this little self promotion stunt to get their job done. Not that she intended to play fair, mind. If they did end up going on stage, she’d do what she could with her ink to bolster the power of their competitor, be it Terry or otherwise. This wasn’t the tournament after all, she didn’t need to play fair. Indeed, being semi-blatant in her aid might even further bolster their point, as what was stimulating drink when compared to a divine being backing up your punches? Still, there were the Yokai to consider. They’d see through her meddling in a way the mortals would not, and that would need some managing. The sight of the bear in the apron with his own rival coffee brand gave her an idea however. Sure, the yokai would know she was doing it, but if they were trying to point her out, maybe she could pull a fast one and get the mortals to be confused about which white furred being was responsible for their fighter’s supernatural performance. Plus, besides all that low cunning, she was also genuinely curious as to the nature of the bear’s woes, and hoped that this little plan of hers to get the people to mistake her aid for his coffee might give him a boost. As such, her method of approach was fairly simple, the wolf padding through the crowd that Harry was stirring up and then sitting herself down next to the bear, to whom she directed a head tilt of enquiry and an impartial ear to listen to his troubles.