Zavien
The ultimate demise of the gourd is quite a spectacle to behold, electricity and fire sparking across the plaza in a cacophony of screeches and chaos. However, perhaps the most shocking part is the blast of debris and pumpkin innards that slams into his shields. Had he not been certain the gourd was no longer a threat, Zavien wouldn't have dropped his arms in silent resignation. As such, he found himself standing in a puddle of Deja vu, sticky and stinky all over again.
When Koa comes by with unhelpful comments, he glances around frantically as if he [i]doesn't[i] feel the guts dripping down the front of his shirt, "What?! When did that happen?" Chuckling, he throws his garbage lid back on the can, closing his shield and sheathing his sword. As he moves, he tries not to spread the mess too much. "Good job finishing off the gourd. Although I might have some tips for next time." Like how to keep your allies clean.
Lena steps up next to him and Zavien has to laugh at the compliment, sure he looks somewhere between a drowned rat and a child's art project. He offers out a hand full of seeds and gourd strings. "Oh really? You want some? I'm sure it'll look great on you too." Laughing lightly, he finds that his uniform is much less stiff than before.
When Koa comes by with unhelpful comments, he glances around frantically as if he [i]doesn't[i] feel the guts dripping down the front of his shirt, "What?! When did that happen?" Chuckling, he throws his garbage lid back on the can, closing his shield and sheathing his sword. As he moves, he tries not to spread the mess too much. "Good job finishing off the gourd. Although I might have some tips for next time." Like how to keep your allies clean.
Lena steps up next to him and Zavien has to laugh at the compliment, sure he looks somewhere between a drowned rat and a child's art project. He offers out a hand full of seeds and gourd strings. "Oh really? You want some? I'm sure it'll look great on you too." Laughing lightly, he finds that his uniform is much less stiff than before.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine,
and man cannot live without love.
and man cannot live without love.
