you can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine
Koa looks up as Zavien proclaims their first stop having gone pretty well, laughing merrily at his friend. "A good omen, I hope," he grins to the others. "Hopefully the next ones won't be quite so, uh, fashionable. Looks like we're heading to..." he pauses, leafing through his notes, "...the fountain!" A place of near-misses for the three of them prior, but ultimately their last venture had been a success.
Today, the Fountain is surrounded by a small crowd of busybodies and gawkers. Koa leads the charge in elbowing through, his declarations of "Dragoons incoming! Stand aside, please!" smooth and practiced, balanced with jovial authority. What they'll find upon breaking through is that the fountain is currently being bogarted by a massive possessed gourd. Large enough to fit a medium sized child in, the monstrosity floats at the top of the fountain, cackling and spitting at anyone who deigns to get too close. And it's not just water the thing is spitting - among the streams are glinting coins, ready to bruise and maim any passersby. Already a series of victims sit upon a nearby stoop, wet and bruised and, in a couple cases, bleeding.
"Ah. Great." Pursing his lip and glaring up at the gourd, Koa flexes his jaw. "Alright. Thoughts?"
Today, the Fountain is surrounded by a small crowd of busybodies and gawkers. Koa leads the charge in elbowing through, his declarations of "Dragoons incoming! Stand aside, please!" smooth and practiced, balanced with jovial authority. What they'll find upon breaking through is that the fountain is currently being bogarted by a massive possessed gourd. Large enough to fit a medium sized child in, the monstrosity floats at the top of the fountain, cackling and spitting at anyone who deigns to get too close. And it's not just water the thing is spitting - among the streams are glinting coins, ready to bruise and maim any passersby. Already a series of victims sit upon a nearby stoop, wet and bruised and, in a couple cases, bleeding.
"Ah. Great." Pursing his lip and glaring up at the gourd, Koa flexes his jaw. "Alright. Thoughts?"
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