if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
At some point in the obnoxiousness, covered and contorted in flung paint, Deimos must have remembered he had a portion of the task to complete. Not quite drunk, but definitely tipsy, bemused, and content, he grabbed hold of his brush and further pursued the lines on his target – but they were certainly not of his usual precision. It took far more time to simply focus on the project at hand, and more than once he laughed at the wobbly lines, the wild chuckles rampant again, exuding along with everyone else’s (except for juice kid) amusement.
More droplets flew – landing pinpointedly from Kiada, mottling his hair, inciting another volley.Chulane suffered in the same regard, though no one seemed to really care – the true nature of the training grounds and the streaks of their overtures perhaps not quite visible, perceivable, until they’d sobered up. The Harpy’s target was finished and completed though, and Chulane missed the effigy more than once, executing more lines of the paint upon the floor than anywhere else.
Belril was successful in guarding himself from the interloping assaults and sieges; and would find his target had exuded a rather intriguing design from the various hues and blends flung across the chasm.
Aisha too had rendered her target complete, and would’ve made an excellent sneaking, crafty exposition, had she not been quite drunk and noticeable from the corner of the Sword’s eye. He saw her coming and laughed again, ensuing a shift, a turn, before the paint could be splattered across his head – though it did end up washing down his back, a sharp, cold, stark rally that left him short of breath for a second.
Subduing for a few instances – enough for him to gain insight as to where they were. He forgot about the rewards of the drinks entirely, blinking rapidly, usually scrutinizing eyes taking far longer to perceive what was all around them. “Those who have finished can clean.” Said with a smirk, because there were several of them, himself included, who weren’t nearly done.
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If your target is done, you can help clean up! ;D
Deimos has forgotten to reward drinks. Oop.
Deimos’ target is coming along.
Kiada’s target is finished.
Belril’s target isn’t finished but looks kinda cool.
Chulane painted mostly the floor.
Aisha’s target is finished.
More droplets flew – landing pinpointedly from Kiada, mottling his hair, inciting another volley.
Subduing for a few instances – enough for him to gain insight as to where they were. He forgot about the rewards of the drinks entirely, blinking rapidly, usually scrutinizing eyes taking far longer to perceive what was all around them. “Those who have finished can clean.” Said with a smirk, because there were several of them, himself included, who weren’t nearly done.
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If your target is done, you can help clean up! ;D
Deimos has forgotten to reward drinks. Oop.
Deimos’ target is coming along.
Kiada’s target is finished.
Belril’s target isn’t finished but looks kinda cool.
Chulane painted mostly the floor.
Aisha’s target is finished.
DEIMOS
