Lava Alckon

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

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So much happened in such a quick span of time. Firstly, Latrell noticed a large muscle-bound man approaching Buki with an extremely pointed finger. His companion hopped shoulders before he could be poked, as if to avoid being touched by something gross. His eyes and mouth shifted gears into a frown as the man seemed incredibly displeased with the mechanical creature's existence. Latrell noticed this and raised an eyebrow to the man. "You don't seem to quite understand what you're looking at. Not that I really expect you to, but trust me when I say he's a valuable asset to us all. And if you want to fight magic with science, then so am I." Everyone seemed so much in a rust it began to annoy him.

Latrell watched as everyone bickered and forced their own thoughts and impressions on the situation. He knew saying more would only add to the chaos but he couldn't help but internally argue. You all just want to blindly trust 9 other individuals without even so much as a single conversation? God you all are so prude. Acting like small talk will kill you guys or something. Latrell simply gave a nod after the folks discussed their approaches and opinions on what to fight. Before he could muster much of an opinion of his own, however, the group as a whole were rushed out of the castle proper and onto the streets. He huffed slightly at the whole situation.

As the group meandered to the nearby tavern, he sat at a large table and witnessed Versle order a round of drinks and challenge Adelaide to a drinking contest. He smirked a little, finding the social game of theirs to be fun to watch. He pulled a small book of his from his backpack and laid it on the table in front of him. A small lead pencil then appeared seemingly from nowhere as he began to write small notes and begin light sketches and doodles. He absent-mindedly worked on his sketches as the two began to drink. The question Versle has asked him before had definitely stuck on his mind, making him want to deliver an answer. What would he do if presented with so much raw power he couldn't simply "shoot" from afar. Well the only logical answer is to fight back with all the power he could muster. But his body was not anywhere near the level of some "lizard guard" or "muscle-head". So he began to think up something of an exo-skeleton. Something light yet powerful enough to launch a punch well over 5 times his normal punching strength.

His attention however, comes up as he realizes that he stayed silent for far too long. "Oh I suppose I never gave a proper answer to the whole 'who do we want to kill' conundrum. Whatever we go for we should try to prepare counter-measures. I feel like either or is a fine target. But if I'm being honest the lizard will likely require the most simple counter rather than the magical 'bruja'. " He paused between his words, putting down his pencil and looking at those standing and sitting. "Thoughts? Questions? Concerns? Comments?"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Park of Sorian
Time: 11am
Mentions: Anastasia @princess, Layla @Potter, and Nahir @Rodiak

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The arms of the 4 of them were linked into an equally impressive and somewhat clumsy looking daisy-chain of royalty. Their pace at first was a bit mis-matched but quickly Farim found himself matching their strides, his smile never waning as they approached the game stand. The four made their grand entrance in front of the several others who were interested in watching this game unfold. Many found this game to be somewhat of a scam, but Farim knew his way around this game back home. At least, that is what he hoped. Every nation had their own spin on this, and immediately he could see what set Caessonia apart from others.

The addition of the several coins made it slightly different to track. 12 moving glints rather than 1 were considerably harder. As the game-keeper made their quip about Farim going first, he stepped forward with a smirk, unhooking his arms for a moment to give him the chance to focus on the game. "Well, I am happy to be breaking the ice so the ladies can have a better shot at seeing through the game." He gave the woman a nod as she started to shuffle the coins. His eyes darted around, looking for the precise and deliberate movements she made. It was a blur to him, but he felt that he made out most of her tricky moves. The final piece of the puzzle was the slight sound of the coins shuffling under the cups. He took a moment to listen for the most subtle difference in volume between the cups. As he found himself satisfied with his mental choice, he addressed the three women behind him.

"So, my three divine and radiant friend and family~. Before I choose, I must ask..." He turned his head back towards Nahir as he spoke again. "You said you wanted a white bunny? That is quite adorable, cousin. And duly noted." He then turned towards Anastasia. "Princess, I believe you were looking for big bears, or simply anything large and fluffy? He turned his upper body then to look towards Layla. "And for you...what is it that you would like?" He asked with a slight eyebrow raise and smile. His arm slowly lifted and after a comically long dramatic pause, Farim's finger pointed to the center cup. He knew this entire show could either pay off big or make him look the fool. But he was a gambling man, and he could not sway himself from his nature. "The center cup is my choice, game master."

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

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Latrell certainly didn't expect the backlash from the Queen. He knew respect was needed, and perhaps he had been a bit forward. But he was merely introducing himself! Call us out here and get all pissy when we show up. Figures. He took a piece of paper from a nearby servant and began to look around. He saw the gentleman who was kneeling earlier motion that he was number one, which happened to be Latrell's number as well. He took a short walk and gave a mild wave to the man as he approached.

"Right, looks like we're on the same team then. Don't think I've heard your name friend. I seem to have arrived a bit after everyone." "NEW FRIEND? OH BOY!" Buki interjected right after Latrell, who lightly rolled his eyes at his companions excitement.

Latrell looked around at the group and took stock of their actions and reactions. They certainly were a mixed bag of expertise, moxie, and general hubris. He found this all very amusing and would have some fun getting to know these folks. He noticed the gaze of one of the twins towards Buki, which certainly put him on edge. However as he thought it out, it was rather strange to see a sentient invention of his, so he dismissed the suspicion for the time being.

"This here is my pride 'n joy. He can really prove useful in a pinch. But don't rough him up too much or I'll need to build the poor fella a new body." He lightly chuckled as he broke the ice and awaited more figures to join their group.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

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Latrell walked along the streets of Abona, wandering and letting his curious streak flare as he looked at each of the buildings, the people, and the way they all looked at him strangely as he got far too comfortable with his surroundings. He was far more used to the port town of Shestead, and was almost looking too hard for some of the usual mannerisms he'd seen back in his hometown. He'd find no such comfort here, in this far off capital city where everyone felt much more important than they really were. At least that's the case on the Silken Roads, and Latrell found his original impression of the place to be rather accurate. Too many important people doing too much 'important' things, it seems. He thought to himself as he continued walking along the well-kept streets.

It wasn't until he reached the walls of the castle that he finally reached into his bag and pulled out his dear friend, Buki. Mechanical gears whirred inside his currently lifeless body, and with a flick of a switch the light bulbs adorning his head where his "ears" would be came to life. Blue-tinted electricity soon filled his body to give him motor control and sentience once more, a form of magic imbuement that Latrell had gotten rather accustomed to. Buki looked to his creator and his cheeks clicked upwards in a smile. "HELLO LATY. HAVE WE MADE IT YET?" Latrell chuckled and gave Buki a slight "nuggie", which the robot did not react to one bit. "Only to the castle walls. I couldn't risk showing you off to the common folk who may try to scrap you for less than a silver piece." His words were cold but he had his fair share of ragabond and ne'erdowell activity back home. Too many folks wanting to take apart such a cute creation of his just to make a quick coin.

He continued through the doors, an armed escort flanking him on either side as he looked with quizzical expressions. "I doubt I'm dangerous enough for 4 guards, gentlemen...I don't even have an-"

"Pipe it, hunter. We know that little gadget you keep talkin' to could fry our insides. We also know about most of your little "gizmos" that have backfired and cased folks to meet an unpleasant time. Some inventor you are if half your shit doesn't work."

Latrell turned to the guard and gave him a slightly raised eyebrow. "Who says the invention was for them? It did exactly as I intended. Don't ask for something you can't pay for and don't try to insult my work. Thank you."

The guard's face turned pale for a moment, another one behind Latrell piped up with a question. "So that guy with the missing finger...you uh-" Latrell spoke before he could finish, knowing exactly who he was speaking about. "Yes."

"And the fella with water coming from his..." "Yup."

"But what about the lady whose hair went-" "Oh for god's sake, yes! All intentional! Now shut up the Queen's chambers are right there!"

Latrell walked in through the doors, looking at the entourage and taking notes of each unique character who stood before him. Many seemed to be either scowling, yelling, or moving to prove themselves as the alpha in the group almost immediately. Latrell held no such notions and simply introduced himself as any masterclass engineer would.

"Right then. Hello all present company, the names Latrell. I make things. Very creative things. No I won't make you that weird obscure invention unless it proves very fun or interesting. This here is Buki. "I'M BUKI!" You hurt him. I hurt you. Badly. "OH DON'T DO THAT." You all seem pleasant enough though! How is everyone this fine gloomy, foggy, and somewhat dreary day?" "IT WAS VERY DARK FOR ME. I JUST WOKE UP!"

He pauses for a moment before looking up towards the Queen who would likely seem extremely unamused with his rambling. "Oh, Your Grace! I do hope I wasn't interrupting anything. I suppose I can wait on the introduction for now, and let the last of the group funnel on in." He spoke lightly and shifted to the side as he finished his air-headed introduction, curious to see their reactions and retorts.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Sorian Park
Time:11am
Mentions: Anastasia @princess, Layla @Potter, and Nahir @Rodiak

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Farim found his eyes darting about to keep up with the conversation as his energy began to steady-out. He took in a breath and listened to the women talk, a scowl forming on his face at the mention of his father and his wicked nature. You are far too reserved about his shitty disposition, cousin. He kept his rants and toxic words to himself, not wanting to worsen the mood anymore with the mention of a sensitive topic such as this morning, and quickly let his face return to a more neutral expression.

"Asalamu alaykum, to you as well my cousins. It is quite good fortune to find you both here and enjoying yourselves on such a nice day. You are both looking about as radiant as the sun god, but what else is new?" He smiled, chuckling lightly as he observed the conversation of prizes and games. The three women seemed ready to bring something home, and he looked over to Thara still on his shoulder. "Well, girl, go and stretch your wings some more for me, and have some fun in the air." He spoke to the falcon before giving a single sharp whistle, and Thara took off flapping into the sky for some eager gliding and people watching, or at least that's what Farim would tell himself.

"I am happy you at least mildly enjoyed the food, cousin. They really did try their hardest for it." He reminisced for a moment about the lovely staff that had gone above and beyond for some random figurehead from another land. It struck him as odd yet wholesome even if the notion was to try and buzz up more business. But as a businessman, he could hardly fault them. He stowed the prized bear in a secure place under his silk robes and let his other arm curl, much like a snake, along the arm of his cousin. His eyes glanced over to Anastasia with a bit of a grin as he spoke next.

"So three lovely princesses and a trade-prince link arms and are ready to take over the park with our good looks and dashing skills. This definitely turning out to a fun day." His attention turned to Anastasia who mentioned the cup game, and he thought back to the usual scammers on the streets who made a quick gold piece from unsuspecting passersby. He also smiled at the times he'd managed to beat such peddlers at their own game. "This cup game sounds fun, let us make our way there and enjoy the day! Sorian Park, look out, the Shehzadi have arrived~!" He spoke the last words not at a shout, but definitely loud enough to draw a few close witnesses towards the spectacle, but he really didn't care. He was happy and having a good time with his family and his new friend.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Latrell Godfrey

Latrell Godfrey | 30 | Human | Male

Physical Picture

Physical Appearance:
Latrell sports a similar appearance to the photo above, with more specific metrics being
that he is about 5'11 and 200 lbs. His hands are somewhat rough yet have a delicate touch from having worked on his machines all his life. He typically walks with a light step and is quick on his feet when it comes to physical activity.

Class/Skillset:
Latrell has a slight affinity with magic, mainly to imbue some into his contraptions. He has left all his previous inventions back home, however he still has his favorite companion Buki by his side. His magic is typically lightning-aspected, containing small sparks of electricity to shock his enemies.

His primary form of combat is through his pride and joy, Buki. The small contraption morphs into a crossbow that he can hold and fire with assisted accuracy. Buki can also stop others from firing his weapon against him by purposefully jamming in the event they steal Latrell's weapon. His preferred style is to stay on the move and to fire at his target rapidly, using both regular, magic, and sometimes poisoned bolts to take down his foe.

Back home he had a small knife that passed an electric current around its edges, giving it an extra "edge". He may seek to re-create this when he had the resources to. He rather enjoys tinkering and crafting all kinds of gadgets and gizmos, some of which may be mundane or rather useful. Even he admits it can be rather hit or miss.

Personality:
Latrell enjoys brainstorming, drawing, talking about his inventions and ideas, and exploring the unknown. He likes to eat greens and fruits mainly, with some chicken or turkey being his major protein sources. He rather dislikes people who contradict themselves or are condescending to him and his inventions. He doesn't really care for fashion or politics, wanting to save those discussions for "people better suited for that craft".

Latrell is rather out-going, a positive thinker, and someone who likes to be efficient or pragmatic in what he does. He is the type to find the quickest solution he can, and put it to good use. Some would even say he's partially impatient. He can also be stubborn when he feels his path or idea is the way to go, so if anyone wants to go against him they will likely need lots of evidence to back up their claim. When an invention of his doesn't work as intended he typically sulks for a bit before going back to the drawing board. He isn't shy of learning new things, and will typically talk with people just to hear about what they know and where they came from. Overall he is a very curious creature who may act cold and calculating but does have a more caring side to him under all the calculations and diagrams.

Background:
Latrell grew up on the streets of Shestead, living a rather moderate lifestyle with his parents, who made their keep by being shipwrights. While his parents would be in the shipyard working on various vessels, Latrell would talk with the sailors and traders who came in and hear about the far off lands they would sail from. He found their stories engaging, and listened to their problems with great interest. He would often find small solutions in the form of gadgets and trinkets for very small grievances such as sore feet, itchy backs, sick stomachs, etc.

Reaching his adolescent and soon after his young adult years, Latrell began to study and apply his mechanical knowledge of boats and general vehicles to the next level by applying steam-powered contraptions to power the gears and power mechanisms surrounding them. He found it far more efficient to compress air particles into steam which could then be shot from small tubes in order to send energy through his machines. It was this line of thinking that led him to make the first "version" of his life-long companion, Buki. As the rise of monster activity began, Latrell felt a call to adventure and heroism sing to him alongside the need to solve the bigger problems of his hometown. He took into the countryside and began to hunt the smaller creatures that wandered nearby. It was honest and small work, but soon he began to look at the bigger picture. After honing his craft and practicing his aim, he saw the call to action from Queen Maeve as a sign to do some greater good. From there he packed his bags, wished his parents a safe season, and made the journey to Abona.

Noteworthy Past Events:
Latrell's biggest claim to fame are his inventions, a few of which can be listed here:
The Shock-Alot - His prized dagger that ran electric currents along the edge for a "shocking" touch to his close-range weapon
Data Concealatron - A small device that can seal documents or small items behind a complicated padlock mechanism that only the owner knows how to unlock
Mobile Nutrition Alterator Engine - A small composter that can turn biomatter into nutritious (although not delicious) food bars for consumption. Good for a survival pinch.
Smog Dislocator Matrix - A vacuum-like object that can suck in dense fog particles (or even poisonous fog) and keep it compressed in its central chamber
Auxiliary Life Scrambler Matrix - A new-aged electronic revival machine. In the event that someone is unresponsive, two pads can be applied to the target's chest in order to deliver small shocks to restart the heart.
Explosive Blackout Scrambler - At first it appears to be an important device capable of some higher purpose, but ultimately it's a dummy invention meant to blow up in someone's face should they steal it or have it given to them after asking all day for some new contraption.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Latrell Godfrey

Latrell Godfrey | 30 | Human | Male

Physical Picture

Physical Appearance:
Latrell sports a similar appearance to the photo above, with more specific metrics being
that he is about 5'11 and 200 lbs. His hands are somewhat rough yet have a delicate touch from having worked on his machines all his life. He typically walks with a light step and is quick on his feet when it comes to physical activity.

Class/Skillset:
Latrell has a slight affinity with magic, mainly to imbue some into his contraptions. He has left all his previous inventions back home, however he still has his favorite companion Buki by his side. His magic is typically lightning-aspected, containing small sparks of electricity to shock his enemies.

His primary form of combat is through his pride and joy, Buki. The small contraption morphs into a crossbow that he can hold and fire with assisted accuracy. Buki can also stop others from firing his weapon against him by purposefully jamming in the event they steal Latrell's weapon. His preferred style is to stay on the move and to fire at his target rapidly, using both regular, magic, and sometimes poisoned bolts to take down his foe.

Back home he had a small knife that passed an electric current around its edges, giving it an extra "edge". He may seek to re-create this when he had the resources to. He rather enjoys tinkering and crafting all kinds of gadgets and gizmos, some of which may be mundane or rather useful. Even he admits it can be rather hit or miss.

Personality:
Latrell enjoys brainstorming, drawing, talking about his inventions and ideas, and exploring the unknown. He likes to eat greens and fruits mainly, with some chicken or turkey being his major protein sources. He rather dislikes people who contradict themselves or are condescending to him and his inventions. He doesn't really care for fashion or politics, wanting to save those discussions for "people better suited for that craft".

Latrell is rather out-going, a positive thinker, and someone who likes to be efficient or pragmatic in what he does. He is the type to find the quickest solution he can, and put it to good use. Some would even say he's partially impatient. He can also be stubborn when he feels his path or idea is the way to go, so if anyone wants to go against him they will likely need lots of evidence to back up their claim. When an invention of his doesn't work as intended he typically sulks for a bit before going back to the drawing board. He isn't shy of learning new things, and will typically talk with people just to hear about what they know and where they came from. Overall he is a very curious creature who may act cold and calculating but does have a more caring side to him under all the calculations and diagrams.

Background:
Latrell grew up on the streets of Shestead, living a rather moderate lifestyle with his parents, who made their keep by being shipwrights. While his parents would be in the shipyard working on various vessels, Latrell would talk with the sailors and traders who came in and hear about the far off lands they would sail from. He found their stories engaging, and listened to their problems with great interest. He would often find small solutions in the form of gadgets and trinkets for very small grievances such as sore feet, itchy backs, sick stomachs, etc.

Reaching his adolescent and soon after his young adult years, Latrell began to study and apply his mechanical knowledge of boats and general vehicles to the next level by applying steam-powered contraptions to power the gears and power mechanisms surrounding them. He found it far more efficient to compress air particles into steam which could then be shot from small tubes in order to send energy through his machines. It was this line of thinking that led him to make the first "version" of his life-long companion, Buki. As the rise of monster activity began, Latrell felt a call to adventure and heroism sing to him alongside the need to solve the bigger problems of his hometown. He took into the countryside and began to hunt the smaller creatures that wandered nearby. It was honest and small work, but soon he began to look at the bigger picture. After honing his craft and practicing his aim, he saw the call to action from Queen Maeve as a sign to do some greater good. From there he packed his bags, wished his parents a safe season, and made the journey to Abona.

Noteworthy Past Events:
Latrell's biggest claim to fame are his inventions, a few of which can be listed here:
The Shock-Alot - His prized dagger that ran electric currents along the edge for a "shocking" touch to his close-range weapon
Data Concealatron - A small device that can seal documents or small items behind a complicated padlock mechanism that only the owner knows how to unlock
Mobile Nutrition Alterator Engine - A small composter that can turn biomatter into nutritious (although not delicious) food bars for consumption. Good for a survival pinch.
Smog Dislocator Matrix - A vacuum-like object that can suck in dense fog particles (or even poisonous fog) and keep it compressed in its central chamber
Auxiliary Life Scrambler Matrix - A new-aged electronic revival machine. In the event that someone is unresponsive, two pads can be applied to the target's chest in order to deliver small shocks to restart the heart.
Explosive Blackout Scrambler - At first it appears to be an important device capable of some higher purpose, but ultimately it's a dummy invention meant to blow up in someone's face should they steal it or have it given to them after asking all day for some new contraption.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Sorian Park
Time:11am
Mentions: Anastasia @princess, Layla @Potter, and Nahir @Rodiak

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Farim took a moment to think on what she had just said. I mean...she isn't wrong... He took a moment to think on what he'd say next, not wanting to sound too somber in his tone. "Well...it's that not I really miss them...I just sort of miss that family we had growing up. But things are different now, as I said, we are all much too busy nowadays." He knew he was the last one to be talking about being busy, since he was literally late for the initial arrival of Alidasht. But he still did think fondly of the family dinners and parties where he could interact with his cousins. But these were different times. Everyone had to make their race for the Sultan's choice and would likely do much of anything to get there. Did he have the resolve to push others out of his path to make the right decisions? Did he have the will to carry on such a mighty seat of authority and power even if he had a decent shot at it? He asked himself similar questions a lot and had to shake himself back to reality for a moment.

He noticed Anastasia was looking at Thara, seemingly brimming with the desire to possibly hold, pet, or maybe even kiss his bird. He smiled and pushed off the more melancholy thoughts of his to give attention to the person right in front of him. "She will not bite, I made her promise before coming here to not cause any trouble. Riiiiight, Thara?" Farim spoke to the bird sternly as if it could understand every word. The bird looked in slight confusion, tilting its head at Farim then turning towards Anastasia and leaning in to inspect the new person she had started to see in such close proximity.

It was then that his hand was again pulled and whisked through the crowd. His feet marched forward quickly and Thara clamped down onto his shoulder to keep balance. A slight "Oop!" and a "Yow..." came from Farim as he felt both surprise tugging and surprise claws. He looked up and saw the sight Anastasia had very aptly hollered, and became slightly nervous. He remembered the mood Layla had been in this morning and wondered if it would carry over to this afternoon. "Princess, perhaps another time? They seem to be-" He spoke in mild protest before realizing it was too late. They had already made it right in front of Nahir and Layla, and Farim did his best to recover and put on a smile as to not seem as much of a nervous wreck as he had been all morning.

"Heellooooo, my cousins! I hope you are both in good health? I am not sure if you have already met, but allow me to introduce Princess Anastasia of Caessonia! She is a kind person who was looking to get you all some lovely prizes from the festivities today. This is all such a lovely festival, no?" He took a moment to breath after somewhat hurriedly greeting his cousins, and found himself calming down some. Perhaps they could actually be somewhat like a family during this season of courting. At least before the more serious matters of marriage and proposals began to be discussed.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Sorian Park
Time:11am
Mentions: Anastasia @princess

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Farim couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed at missing all three shots, but Anastasia was a good enough sport that it was quickly discard as a run of bad luck, which he readily accepted as the main culprit of his poor performance. He looked with curiosity as his hands were pulled and positioned by her, and he felt his face soften as the bear was placed into his hands. Her talk of being friends and the rather sweet gesture was enough to catch him completely off-guard. He stood practically stunned for a few seconds before composing himself with a warm but gentle smile. "I am very happy you gave me this. It is a sweet gesture, Princess."

Then she spoke of her brothers and felt a similar feeling. "I know how you feel. I arrived late so I've only really seen two of my family members. They are...much too busy to be associating with the lesser nobles of the house." His tone was somber, but he bounced back to a more positive stance as much as he could. He knew his family had important matters and it wasn't like the world revolved around him anyway. "I bet if you win your brothers a prize you'd make them smile like you just made me!" He let out a short chuckle while she turned and pointed out the nearest drink stand. He whistled once into the air, prompting Thara to come and gracefully land onto his left shoulder.

"I figured you were tired my precious falcon. Come rest and grab a drink with us. Look~! This nice princess won us a friend!" He held the bear towards the bird, which curiously tilted its head and craned its neck as if to inspect the fluffy stuffed animal before cooing softly. She lifted up her wing and began pruning her feathers while resting on the shoulder Farim had given her. Farim then turned towards Anastasia, shifting the bear towards his left hand and holding out his right hand, palm facing up. Whether she had wanted a hand to hold or arm to clutch he left up entirely to her, but either way he would follow her towards the drink stand, feeling his parched throat begin to call for refreshment. "That sounds lovely, let's get us a drink then, shall we?"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Sorian Park
Time:11am
Mentions: Anastasia @princess

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Farim couldn't help but find the mannerisms of Anastasia rather cutesy and adorable. But based on how she acted and talked this morning she was far from some naïve little girl trying to get her newest toy. He felt there might be something more to the girl than she let on, but this was neither the time nor flash his calculating side. He watched miss after miss of the folks in front of him, his hands growing slightly warm and nervous now that he realized he was up next. Back home it was as simple as tossing it with a flick of the wrist into some peddler's pot or a loose bottle left on the street. But here, there was a crowd, and he felt that his exuberant and flashy garbs as well as the company he kept only drew more and more eyes to him.

Farim took notice of Anastasia's stance and throws, first observing the mix and how she played it off so casually. He smiled in turn and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up with his right hand. "Exactly. Just a warmup. You've got these next two." He said, his smile not faltering once as he witnessed her sink the next two shots just behind the center bottle. He couldn't help but clap with her as she excitedly proclaimed her victory. As she brought her two bears back to Farim he realized that now it was his turn to put his money where his mouth is.

"You can do it Farim! Get the big bear! We'll have a whole family! Wooo!" Farim took a moment and looked towards the man running the stall, and did his best to remember how everyone had thrown it as well as how she had thrown it just now to sink it around the necks of the bottles. They were much thinner and taller than what he expected, and realized this may be a lot more challenging than he initially thought. "Oh what cute prizes you have won. I'm sure they will be happy to keep you company in your chambers. As for the big one..." He swallowed slightly and let his body shiver as if to shake the nerves off of him. "It would be my pleasure." He collected himself and approached the stall, reaching for the rings that were handed to him by the game owner.

"Well well well, Prince Charming! Looking to score a nice prize for the lovely princess? Can't say I blame you. Same as before, three rings for you my good man. Get her highness that coveted bear and score some brownie points~." The man gave a sly tease to Farim, no doubt eliciting a slight rush of red to his face. Farim took a slow breath and stood his legs slightly apart, and began to take aim for his three attempts. At first, he was getting used to the weight of the ring, and shot it clear over bottles onto the other side. He rolled his shoulder, as if to play it off as a warm-up, and threw another ring, this one bouncing off the rim of the bottle just left to the center. So close! He thought to himself, lining up his final shot. Just as he brought his hand back for another toss, Thara let loose a loud "CAW!" that startled him, causing his hand to throw the ring far to the right. The ring juggled around the rim of the bottle before the force of the throw caused it to fly off the rim and onto the ground. Farim reflexively put a hand up to his face in a mixture of shame and embarrassment. Three shots. Three misses.

Good going, "Prince Charming" Farim said this to himself mockingly as he took a step to the side. He turned towards Anastasia with his face more obviously flushed than before. His hand went up and behind his head to nervously itch and scratch at it, but he kept his posture and stood tall with a smile on his face. "You know. I guess you're just that good of a shot! I am sorry I could not get you that bear though..." He added a hint of sadness to the end of his sentence before shrugging it off and focusing on what they could do next. He looked at her and offered his hand once more as his facial features began to relax to a more gentle smile and posed a question to her. "Would you like to play some more? Perhaps another game? Or maybe you are hungry? I honestly could go for anything. This is all so much fun!"