My post is subject to change. Not really sure what creatures would be deemed consumable (I.E: Unicorns, Dragons, Phoenixes and such) As well as Mr. Black's character. The idea behind the character is pretty obscure, so I don't know if he would be common knowledge to all fables. Not necessarily what he does or who he works for, but rather who he is by name alone
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Having mingled with the socialites and other fables that adorned the ballroom, Leon began to feel the social fatigue set in as he made his way free from the masses back to the refreshments table. Although there were plenty of familiar fables here, most of which he had at least a friendly acquaintance with, Leon couldn't help but notice a few who seemed to have intentionally isolated themselves. 'First Boogie, and now Yu and Darren are at it again... I pray that they won't cause too much of a hassle here. Many fables need this time for closure or hope of better times,' Leon's thoughts caused the man to shake his head, his mane of dreadlocks softly shifting about his visage with his subtle movement. All the same, his attention turned back onto the more festive crowd with a warm smile.
It was then that he overheard someone remarking- albeit too loudly- about the offering of food stuffs for tonight's event. You know the stories about Lion's and their prides, so it was all too natural for Leon to adorn a rather prideful visage as he rounded to see who had spoken. When his eyes settled on the form of Mr. Black, his face took on a slight frown. This rather obscure fable had a habit for being reclusive and mysterious, seeming to be more of an enigma then anything worthwhile. Still, he had paid Leon a compliment, even if it was done so indirectly.
"Yes, Lord Cole requisitioned a rather ample display. I saw to it that he needs where met, and more so. You'll notice a few more rare procurements; Zebra, Elephant, and Dragon. Just to name a few," As Leon now positioned himself beside the dark dressed man, he'd glance over his fellow fable curiously, "Mr. Black was it? How are you enjoying tonight's activities?"
It was then that he overheard someone remarking- albeit too loudly- about the offering of food stuffs for tonight's event. You know the stories about Lion's and their prides, so it was all too natural for Leon to adorn a rather prideful visage as he rounded to see who had spoken. When his eyes settled on the form of Mr. Black, his face took on a slight frown. This rather obscure fable had a habit for being reclusive and mysterious, seeming to be more of an enigma then anything worthwhile. Still, he had paid Leon a compliment, even if it was done so indirectly.
"Yes, Lord Cole requisitioned a rather ample display. I saw to it that he needs where met, and more so. You'll notice a few more rare procurements; Zebra, Elephant, and Dragon. Just to name a few," As Leon now positioned himself beside the dark dressed man, he'd glance over his fellow fable curiously, "Mr. Black was it? How are you enjoying tonight's activities?"
So now I thought of a question that i probably should've asked sooner, but meh-I'm slow. How would posting take place? Free reign or one post a round until the GM progresses the events? Been thinking of a reply to Mr. Black, but I didn't know if you had planned to usher things along or not.
I don't know if Black could've telegraphed that any harder.
As the commands from R.E.T.I.N.A flooded into his mind, Vex prepared himself for the assault to come. Before he could enage however, he noticed his target fall as R.E.T.I.N.A now fell silent. He was unsure wether to curse his luck at the waste or revel in the fact they were now down to half of the original targets... That was until the cheerleaders. Smirking in amusement beneath the helm of his armor, Vex continued to position himself out of sight. "R.E.T.I.N.A, eyes open." He whispered as his helm once again flickered to life with calculations and imagery as the AI plotted a course of attack on the drummer who's music seemed to be affecting his mind.
+1 Energy
Status: Vex is currently Disoriented! -2 Attack and -2 Defense
Vex is currently Downbeat!-1 Attack and -1 Defense
Action: R.E.T.I.N.A shutdown due to Discord being Ko'ed
Activate R.E.T.I.N.A targeting Thrash -3 Energy
"A rousing speech, my lord," stated a man positioned to the back of the rather large crowd that had assembled to hear Cole speak. Wearing a finely knitted suit -who's golden hue contrasted his darker complexion- stood none other than Prince Leon, joining in the round of applause as a pleasant smile spread across his visage. This moment was a bittersweet for the man, marking a new beginning for so many of his kin and himself, but a remembrance of the cost... For a moment, his mind was swept back to the day he and his wife were supposed to flee, only to have the Adversary's forces raid their kingdom and take the life of his beloved. This darker moment was quickly swept aside however, as one of the party goers cast a cheerful smile and wave in his direction. Offering the same courtesies, he'd make his way off the dance floor and off to buffet table- his eyes taking stock of the plentiful feast their host had provided.
Leon couldn't help but smirk, he did after all help furnish tonight's events, if only by providing the King choice cuts and ample meats to sustain the guests. Owning his own butcher shop was a relatively lucrative buisness, dealing with both mundies and fables alike to bolster his sales and sustain the life he was used to living. Some would say he was pampered, but he maintained that it was the proper standard for his station.
After his few moments of daydreaming, Leon would step beyond the foods, making his way to the selection of wines and other refreshments that had been provided for tonight's event. It was then that the man caught a very familiar scent, his eyes glancing back and forth as if searching for something. It wasn't long before the source of the smell was found, eyeing over the fable known as Boogie. As he watched the man stow a flask beneath his jacket, Leon merely rolled his eyes as he lifted a glass of wine from the table before him, "You are aware that his majesty has provided sustenance for this evening, Boogie, are you not?" Drawing the same glass to his lips, he'd retrieve another from the table as he turned to the man to whom he spoke, "Or are you just used to isolating yourself. This is a time for merriment," Leon spoke as he extended the extra glass to the man, "Mingle with the masses. This is a celebration of our new lease on life." If the glass was recieved, Leon would depart from Boogie, if not he'd set the glass by the man's side and do the same.
Being no stranger to these gatherings, Leon would place himself at the whim of the crowd, kissing the hands of whatever maidens approached him and offering the male's a firm handshake in greetings. Once again memories would flood his mind, though of a much simpler time. He remembered his own kingdom's ballroom and the banquets they contained, the laughter of the lords and ladies of his realm echoing within the walls and off the marble spires. To be back in his element after so long... This felt like home to Leon.
Leon couldn't help but smirk, he did after all help furnish tonight's events, if only by providing the King choice cuts and ample meats to sustain the guests. Owning his own butcher shop was a relatively lucrative buisness, dealing with both mundies and fables alike to bolster his sales and sustain the life he was used to living. Some would say he was pampered, but he maintained that it was the proper standard for his station.
After his few moments of daydreaming, Leon would step beyond the foods, making his way to the selection of wines and other refreshments that had been provided for tonight's event. It was then that the man caught a very familiar scent, his eyes glancing back and forth as if searching for something. It wasn't long before the source of the smell was found, eyeing over the fable known as Boogie. As he watched the man stow a flask beneath his jacket, Leon merely rolled his eyes as he lifted a glass of wine from the table before him, "You are aware that his majesty has provided sustenance for this evening, Boogie, are you not?" Drawing the same glass to his lips, he'd retrieve another from the table as he turned to the man to whom he spoke, "Or are you just used to isolating yourself. This is a time for merriment," Leon spoke as he extended the extra glass to the man, "Mingle with the masses. This is a celebration of our new lease on life." If the glass was recieved, Leon would depart from Boogie, if not he'd set the glass by the man's side and do the same.
Being no stranger to these gatherings, Leon would place himself at the whim of the crowd, kissing the hands of whatever maidens approached him and offering the male's a firm handshake in greetings. Once again memories would flood his mind, though of a much simpler time. He remembered his own kingdom's ballroom and the banquets they contained, the laughter of the lords and ladies of his realm echoing within the walls and off the marble spires. To be back in his element after so long... This felt like home to Leon.
As the chance encounter began to draw to a close, one could see the armored warrior standing tall over the fetid fields that resided beneath the party. As the spawns of the foul creature were laid to rest, Koji fell back in with the party as they began to regroup for the trek ahead. In his mind, Koji blamed himself for this incident, giving praise to the Dragon Lord that none of his comrades had come to harm. Still, this experience served to prove one crucial point... He should have never left the front.
"I will scout. Need eyes ahead." Try as he might, the language of this country still escaped him- only able to piece together simple phrases and sentences to get his point across. Taking but a moment to clean his blade and armor of the rancid muck, Koji then leapt into the trees as he waited for his party to ready. Once they were on the move, he'd begin bounding ahead on the path- eyes peeled for anything that would attempt to endanger his charges yet again.
Time seemed to drag on as the warrior made his leaps and bounds ahead of the group, pausing every few moments to look back and ensure the caravan was within distance of his jump. He attempted to ignore the encroaching fatigue that had been plaguing him since the battle earlier that day, made all the more difficult by the growing humidity of the forest around him. Having lived a majority of his life on or near mountains; this sudden change in climate made it hard for the warrior to keep his thoughts- let alone focus on his self-appointed task. Still, he managed; eyes scanning around the canopy and the underbrush for any signs of hostile life.
Abruptly, the warrior gave pause, his eyes settling upon a massive tree and its contents with a curious gaze. Cautiously, Koji would move in closer for a better look, keeping in mind that this abode may not have been abandoned. Once he verified his suspicions, the warrior rounded from the tree and leapt back to the party.
Landing with a subtle thud upon the pathway of which the party traversed, Koji stood with a hand raised above his head- a sign to halt their travels. The first one to approach him would receive his report, "Large tree," He said, indicating the direction of which he had spotted the massive timber, "I notice nest. Nothing there... Could be on hunt, or in sky. Not sure. But seems odd. I could scout again, but it may be waste." Having virtually no experience with forested areas, if asked about what it seemed to be a nest for, Koji would shake his head, "I know not." Try as he might, if asked to describe the tree, he could only relay the simplest of details, leaving those hungering for information wanting. Still, he stood by, awaiting his comrade’s decision- all the while with his eyes trained on the canopy above.
"I will scout. Need eyes ahead." Try as he might, the language of this country still escaped him- only able to piece together simple phrases and sentences to get his point across. Taking but a moment to clean his blade and armor of the rancid muck, Koji then leapt into the trees as he waited for his party to ready. Once they were on the move, he'd begin bounding ahead on the path- eyes peeled for anything that would attempt to endanger his charges yet again.
Time seemed to drag on as the warrior made his leaps and bounds ahead of the group, pausing every few moments to look back and ensure the caravan was within distance of his jump. He attempted to ignore the encroaching fatigue that had been plaguing him since the battle earlier that day, made all the more difficult by the growing humidity of the forest around him. Having lived a majority of his life on or near mountains; this sudden change in climate made it hard for the warrior to keep his thoughts- let alone focus on his self-appointed task. Still, he managed; eyes scanning around the canopy and the underbrush for any signs of hostile life.
Abruptly, the warrior gave pause, his eyes settling upon a massive tree and its contents with a curious gaze. Cautiously, Koji would move in closer for a better look, keeping in mind that this abode may not have been abandoned. Once he verified his suspicions, the warrior rounded from the tree and leapt back to the party.
Landing with a subtle thud upon the pathway of which the party traversed, Koji stood with a hand raised above his head- a sign to halt their travels. The first one to approach him would receive his report, "Large tree," He said, indicating the direction of which he had spotted the massive timber, "I notice nest. Nothing there... Could be on hunt, or in sky. Not sure. But seems odd. I could scout again, but it may be waste." Having virtually no experience with forested areas, if asked about what it seemed to be a nest for, Koji would shake his head, "I know not." Try as he might, if asked to describe the tree, he could only relay the simplest of details, leaving those hungering for information wanting. Still, he stood by, awaiting his comrade’s decision- all the while with his eyes trained on the canopy above.
Oh, great. One shots a malbro, but done in by a language barrier >. <
@rush99999, depends on how sober I am.
... I'm OK with this.
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