if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
The restitching of the targets went very well, and the Sword was mildly impressed, especially with the amount of tipsy individuals beginning to thread needles into fabric. Perhaps they all had far stronger concentrations or constitutions than they’d been led to believe – as he downed his fourth drink, pleasantly buzzing. The weaving process was natural and inherent by now, and the goal was stuffed neatly, properly. Satisfied with his arrangement, he allotted himself two more drinks and another piece of bread, wandering down the ramparts towards the others – stride much less savage and sinister, and more of a stroll.
Aisha’s was sufficient as well – though she seemed borderline tipsy – and while he passed through he proffered some more bread and water. “Two drinks,” he announced, a Cheshire grin wrapping around his features, the reticent mask entirely dropping now, forgotten in the haze of contentment.
Juice boy (Belril) hadn’t fared as well as the others, but he was rewarded for his efforts just the same. “One. And a snack.” Which the temporary Warden provided – some form of chocolate he’d smuggled and snuck away.
Which then left time to taunt Kiada andChulane – but both of their efforts were more than satisfactory. His eyes glimpsed towards the Harpy’s target, not recognizing the features painted into the surface. Perhaps she had more adversaries than he’d noted or realized, and shrugged his shoulders, holding up two fingers to ascertain her success, and then the same to the ningo farmer, as his target had been sufficiently stitched as well. Huh.
He made no note of the nightmare lurer of children. Best to leave that out of his mind.
Then, drink still in hand, the monolith meandered back towards the archery target. “More painting!” He announced, tilting his head vaguely, studying the effigy. “You can make a smaller enemy right in the center.” And he pointed to the middle of the faded bullseye, as if none of them could understand his meaning. He might not have comprehended it, to be fair, attention span beginning to wane and wander.
He grabbed hold of the nearby white and red cans, glass in one hand, paintbrush in the other, and dipped it into the ivory liquid first. And quite purposefully, on airs of alcohol-induced mischief, flicked the brush upwards, so droplets of the hues and pigments cascaded directly upon and towards Aisha and Kiada.
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Deimos has earned two drinks!
Aisha has earned two drinks!
Belril has earned one drink and a snack!
Kiada has earned two drinks!
Chulane has earned two drinks!
Next up is painting the bullseye targets!
Deimos has also flung white paint at Kiada andAisha.
Aisha’s was sufficient as well – though she seemed borderline tipsy – and while he passed through he proffered some more bread and water. “Two drinks,” he announced, a Cheshire grin wrapping around his features, the reticent mask entirely dropping now, forgotten in the haze of contentment.
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Which then left time to taunt Kiada and
He made no note of the nightmare lurer of children. Best to leave that out of his mind.
Then, drink still in hand, the monolith meandered back towards the archery target. “More painting!” He announced, tilting his head vaguely, studying the effigy. “You can make a smaller enemy right in the center.” And he pointed to the middle of the faded bullseye, as if none of them could understand his meaning. He might not have comprehended it, to be fair, attention span beginning to wane and wander.
He grabbed hold of the nearby white and red cans, glass in one hand, paintbrush in the other, and dipped it into the ivory liquid first. And quite purposefully, on airs of alcohol-induced mischief, flicked the brush upwards, so droplets of the hues and pigments cascaded directly upon and towards Aisha and Kiada.
--
Deimos has earned two drinks!
Aisha has earned two drinks!
Belril has earned one drink and a snack!
Kiada has earned two drinks!
Chulane has earned two drinks!
Next up is painting the bullseye targets!
Deimos has also flung white paint at Kiada and
DEIMOS
