Fantasy Paradisia ✧ Another Tale (always accepting!)

The situation began to evolve in new and unexpected ways. He thought surely he would receive an apology, and this whole kerfuffle would be over. He should have known better. A royal guard should consider all the possibilities, and instead he had cornered himself into one version of reality. Now, he was faced with something he simply was not prepared for, Emotional bombardment. He expected to feel satisfied as she realized his status and her mistake, but instead he just felt guilty as her apparent fear rose. The girl burst into tears making a startling and unexpected confession and accusation. This is not what he had wanted in the slightest. He wanted to move on and enjoy the festival, and now he had actual responsibility to figure out what was actually going on.

The boy looked between the three of them trying appraise the situation. It could be a complete fabrication. But he couldn't take the chance. He stifled his nerves, and looked to the soot covered gentleman. "Have you anything to say on the matter?" Then to the girl that had handed over the purse. "Or what of you? I don't want to make this bigger than it has to be, but I will drag this in front of my superiors if I have to, regardless of the consequences." He looks noticeably uncomfortable as his eyes flick back to the sobbing girl, and he frowns. If this was some kind of ploy he was going to be properly cross.

Ernest Bochart
Location: Tournament
Interactions: None currently

There was a temporary period of blackness for the rich fellow. After attempting to down another bottle of wine, the man had passed out on a bench, wine bottle still in hand. Many passersby ignored his state but some took it as an opportunity to take from the rich fellow while he couldn't notice. Slowly but surely, his jewelry began to disappear and soon enough, the man's jewelry was almost completely gone by the end of it. After what seemed like a short period for him, his eyes begrudgingly opened to the barrenness of what was now a lack of jewelry and even in his extreme drunken state, the realization struck him fast and sobered him up enough to rationally think. Ernest slowly rose from the bench and was able to sit up but his drunkenness was still ever present. He tried to bring the wine bottle up to his lips but stopped in the process as he slowly realized it was empty. He tossed it to the side and it broke against the ground. Somebody else could clean that up for him.

His head was swirling around like a chicken running around without its head but was able to come to the conclusion that he was just robbed. "Damn bastards..... took my jewelry." Ernest said to himself trying to find the right words. This was not the first time that this has occurred to him, Ernest's tendency to go on drinking binges tended to bite him in the ass. He felt around for his coin pouches and all but one were gone. " At least I have enough to buy another bottle." Ernest mumbled to himself trying to lighten himself up. Being robbed definitely wasn't a great feeling and Ernest wasn't one to take it lightly. Ernest doesn't hate many things but criminals would receive no mercy nor sympathy from him. He thought thieves were the low of the low and deserved to get the justice coming to them whatever it may be.

Ernest took a few moments to try and regain his composure and put a smile on his face. People knew him for the happy fella he was and he liked to be portrayed as one. Once he was able to muster enough strength, he stood up and immediately faltered but was able to regain his balance. His head still pounded and swirled but it was nowhere near as bad as before passing out. His stomach briefly heaved and he almost threw up all of his contents of the day but he was able to keep it in. He didn't want to give the people the unpleasant gift of a mess. He needed something to keep his mind off of the thought of throwing up and an opportunity to sober up for the display at night. A tournament seemed like the best choice, watching people fight for his pleasure definitely was tempting. His feet and legs finally started to move in the direction of the tournament and the swaying man made his way towards the event.

Once at the event, Ernest almost purchased another pint of ale for the stands but fought off the temptation. One more drink and all of the contents in his stomach surely would go everywhere. Despite living in the city for many years, this is the first tournament that Ernest has been to so he didn't really know what to expect from it. After wandering around for a few moments, he finally found the stands and decided climbing to the very top would give him the best view. His drunken state made it like hell, climbing up the stairs was not a simple feat. Every step he took he felt like he was a baby taking his first steps. Every step he went up, he had to concentrate on the next and this process repeated quite a few times. Once he finally reached the top, he sat his bottom on the seat nearest to the stairs as he was too drunk to go any further into the stands. As he sat down, a wave of nauseousness hit him like a hammer. He tried to cope with it as he tried to focus on what was on the field. A fight was occurring but he was too drunk to discern much from it. All he saw was movement and that was good enough for him.

"Kick his head in! Do something!" He drunkenly yelled from the top of the stands. He didn't know what was going on but the sounds of fighting excited him, almost too much. This surge of excitement from him is surprising in his current state. Ernest had never been in a fight himself and seeing it definitely told him that he was missing out on something. If he had known being at a tournament was this much fun, he would have gone the year prior. Now, he was seemingly invested in what was occuring on the battlefield and the occasional yelling mirrored that. "It's not a fight if there is no blood!" Ernest shouted from the stands, voice projecting into the air. Many thought he was a lunatic but he wasn't a lunatic. He was a drunken lunatic.

His investment in it continued as the battle went on and to the dismay of many of those around him, his yelling and shouting continued on throughout the match as well. Being upper class, he wasn't exposed to this as a child and because of that, he was almost acting like a child. The alcohol in his system did not help with the situation. Once the match came to a close, his yelling seized and the man's focus quickly shifted to those around him. Ernest leaned into to a man sitting next to him and spoke, "What a fight eh? Hopefully the next one is just as exciting as the last!" He said to him, fumbling with a few words as his drunkenness was ever present. In response to Ernest, the man slid aside a few feet away from him. He did not notice as his attention quickly turned to another man and was annoying him as well. Ernest was such a pleasant fellow to be around.

"I am having the time of my life," Max gasped out, grinning all big. As Tex spoke, Max nodded along, then smirked up at him. "Haha, very funny!" She clambered up onto the seat and looked into the bag, her eyes sparkly. "Ooh, very nice, very nice." She hefted her own bag onto her lap and took some deep breaths. "Check out my haul," Max pulled out several treasures she'd bought. "Ok so I saw this shirt and had to have it in all the colours, and here's some candy that just smelt awesome," She puts the candy in her mouth and offers Tex some, "I'm usually not into jewelry, but I also got these..." And she went on and on.

Max slowed down and took some more deep breaths. "So, have you just been performing, or have you gone and explored a bit...?" She kept her head down as she asked this, knowing Tex could be a bit shy. Asking about what he'd been up to today should be fine though, she thought. Today was fun! You could do whatever you wanted.
"I rode a horse, you know. I couldn't reach the...the, um. Hmm. The whatchamacallits you put your feet in. But it was so fun! Reminded me of when I was little." Max frowned. "Well, littleer."

"I know, im a genius." He retorted with a string of laughter. He placed the pouch back under his belt and crossed his arms, leaning back on the bench. Tex nodded along as the faun rambled along about their day and their treasures. He enjoyed small trinkets as well, keeping them on shelves in his home. His racing heart from the performance had slowed down, returning to a dull and even thumping. Mostly because Max had this relaxing aura around her that he enjoyed bathing in.

He nodded and chuckled, taking the piece of strange confectionery and placing it between his teeth. He began chewing on it, realizing it was..a caramel? The invasive candy began getting between his teeth and gumming up his mouth. He struggled, using his tongue to pry it out. He let out a deep exhale in defeat, instead just sucking and enjoying the taste. "Youd look good in these lil.." he made motions above his head, twisting his thumb and index along an invisible structure, "horn caps? Gold tips with bells. Perfectly encapsulates your joyous and energetic personality." He added once she mentioned jewelry. His voice somewhat strained as he picked his teeth with his claws.

"Ive mostly been performing and drinking. Fire burns hotter under alcohol...i am also slightly intoxicated. Do you wish to explore; that why ya askin'?" He looked over to her lazily, his eyes widening, glinting in the light.

"Ahaha, the footrests? I think you can adjust them to fit your height. Dont quote me, this city is lacking ingenuity." He scratched his chest, a couple of scales flaking off to the dirt. "Well dont let it getcha down. Im boutta get me some cake. Wanna come, girlie?" He asked, standing up with a creak of the bench and a exaggerated groan. He picked out the rest of the chewy delight from his teeth.
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"Joyous am I?" Max laughed, pleased. "I'll keep an eye out, sounds like my kind of jewelry!" She flicked her ear, looking up to see Tex was struggling with the candy. "Whoops," She laughed. "You alright there, Tex?"
"Yeah, I haven't seen everything yet. I want to see as much as I can before everyone packs up!" Max hopped off the seat, pulling the bag's strap over her horns. "'Footrests, huh?" She nodded. At the mention of cake her tail wiggled all about. "Ooh! Yes yes!" Max started jumping around, her words mixing with excited 'baas'.
"Listen, I was craving cake the other week, but it was super late and I couldn't get any. So I got real sad about it. I'd been thinking about it all this week, but of course I forgot because of the festival." She took a huge breath. "So yes I'd like to come and have some cake," Max giggled.
Today was just going so good she couldn't help expressing herself. Everyone was happy and having fun, she'd bought a ton of nice things, and now there was talk of cake.

"Dalrighty, lets get a move on. I heard the best funnel cakes are out west, fried in lard and served with a chocolate paste. Best thing too." He licked his lips and began walking in a heavy pride-filled stride. He placed the silver dragons skull mask on his head, the bells on the horns making a happy shine to every one of his steps that lifted dust from the ground. He stomped to the sound of people clapping around them and parade caravans move by, carrying brightly colored people dressed in feathers and metal rings. They hooped danced as a man choir began singing out to the honor of the queen. A deep, sonorous and bone rattling pitch that started slow and low then heightened. It was almost as if they were praising an angel. The rattling of hollow rings being tossed in the air then caught belly dancers that seemed to swing their hips in impossible ways to accommodate the hoops on their waists. He noticed her small tail fluttering around like a wild animal. His own tail was high and waving around, on alert and happy to be there.

Tex slowed down to make sure that Max didn't get swept away by the crowd, bodies mashing against once another as children carry special tubes that released a colorful fire magic into the air, paired with some minerals. Green, purple, blue, and pink exploded with a whistling shriek. Ingenious, he thought. As they escaped from the crowds down into the thinner paths of festival games and delicious confections, and cheap trinket shops. His nose caught on the sugary-grease smell of funnel cake being fried and powdered with fine sugar. "You said you forgot about the cake? I've been making special fire flake sponge cakes for years. Sweet and spicy..kinda an acquired taste. Working on a recipe that includes a monster extract." He pats his hip, grabbing a bag of coins and smiling wide, the rarest sight that any has seen. Tex slid a couple of gold coins onto the still, kneeling slightly to see the menu. The female shopkeeper flinched at the sight of the mask but quickly began their work again, cleaning the counter, and started the fryer once more. Or rather a large wok with hot oil. "Hmm...whatcha want, Max? Cheesecake sticks?" He asked with the offer to pay for whatever she liked. he never really liked keeping money on him all the time due to the high pay and the near invisible need for things. Couldn't be bothered to have more than furniture and painting supplies.

What in all of the Ancestors' name was happening!? Is this really what happens when someone steps in to resolve a situation between two people- one simply just... takes advantage of their benefactor? Kel felt a brief flash of anger at the girl accusing him; of course, as soon as those words left her mouth, he let her go in surprise. At Jardyn's introduction and explanation that he was a royal guard, Kel had given a nod of his head in recognition of that. So did the deceptive girl, apparently. And she wasted no time accusing him as soon as she could. The young man sighed, and after giving Rina a look that mixed his feeling of irritation and betrayal, he turned back to Jardyn.

"This is not true at all!" Kel took a moment, breathing in to calm himself down and not sound like he was blustering. "If I was blackmailing her, then why would I come over when it was clear that she was being chased? I would think that someone doing blackmailing would not want to associate with the person being blackmailed when they're caught doing the deed that the blackmailer blackmailed them to do...." Kel frowned, and waved his hand. "Or however you explain it! Either way, if I did blackmail her as well, then why would she try hiding behind me as soon as she heard that you were a royal guard? I'm fairly certain that someone in that position would clearly run towards potential aid, and not hide behind their source of trouble."

Kel was quite proud of coming up with that last bit. Admittedly, it felt like a low blow, but Kel was NOT going to get arrested mere weeks after coming into the city, because he was trying to help someone! Uncle would KILL him! Speaking of... Dung. That shipment was going to be late, wasn't it?

Uncle was still going to kill him, one way or another.

After sighing, he turned to look at the poor girl sitting on the bench; she was probably dazed at the speed at which everything happened. Kel knew he was. ...Then again, she could be a thousand times smarter than me and keeping up with this far better than I. Still, he bowed at her- not too much, mind you. Kel was tall, and he definitely did not want to get in the girl's space. Not the most appropriate time for this... but I still need to apologize for this mess somehow. "I'm sorry that this is happening; and it looks like you wanted peace and quiet."

Of course, the girl probably thought that he was some sort of criminal mastermind. All because of that young deciever. Kel groaned internally.

Leroy was exhausted, his fingers had become numb from playing non-stop. This combined with the fact that he still hadn't eaten meant it was time for a break. He played the last note to his song, stood up, and bowed. Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, the crowd dispersed. Many would toss a coin into his open bag as they left, adding up to what Leroy assumed was enough to buy some food. Leroy gathered his things together and began walking the stalls looking for something tasty to eat. As he wandered he noticed the many stalls selling sweets and pastries he'd never tried before. Not knowing which one was better than the other Leroy just got in line at the closest stall, whatever it was, it sure smelled good.

As leroy was patiently waiting in line he began looking at everyone passing by. As he did this, he quickly noticed something very apparent about Paradisia. There were many species and races that Leroy had never seen before. In the time since he had started waiting in line he already saw an elf, several people multiple feet taller and shorter than a normal human, a lizardman, and even a girl with goat legs and horns, even among regular humans there was many strange and peculiar looking characters. Clearly Paradisia is a city of great diversity.

Ernest Bochart
Location: Tournament
Interactions: spookie (Glimmer)

Ernest continued his hollering for a few minutes until a man making his way through the aisle made a proposition about to him about potions. He was having a hard time understanding his words but they finally processed in his mind. Ernest looked up to him from where he was sitting, eyes kindling with an idea. "A potion you say?" Ernest asked more to himself as he delved deep into thought. Those potions do look quite throwable. Ernest's eyes shifted to the field and saw none other then Lucien forefront on the field. He liked most people that he came across but Lucien was the exception. There were no redeeming qualities in that teen, he hated to say it but that Lucien was an asshole. Ernest's drunken state made his thinking more irrational and he came up with an not-so legal idea. He turned his attention back to the man. Now that he studied him more, he seemed more familiar but the name wasn't coming to his mind. Maybe when he was sober, he'd remember the name.

"Give me that potion fair man, they look quite throwable." At this point, Ernest wasn't really asking and he grabbed a potion from the hands of Glimmer. He reached to his side and put his last bag of coins in the hands of Glimmer. He stood up and almost lost his balance due to the rush of blood to his head. After steadying himself, he then began to prepare to throw the potion. "If you have more, keep them coming. I'm gonna hit this kid one way or another." He said with a slight slur to his speech. He was still pretty drunk but he was able to function more now. He wasn't sure how well this was going to go but he was going to give it a shot. Ernest tried not swaying and focused on throwing that potion on the field. He wound up his arm and brought his arm forward, letting the potion go into the arena. His drunkenness greatly hampered his throwing ability but to his surprise, the potion ended up quite close to Lucien but not a direct hit.

When the potion landed, it exploded to Ernest's delight. When the potion exploded, pieces of glass were sent in every which direction but none of which reached the stands. Ernest was quite happy with the result and was ready to throw more. "Not bad, eh?" He asked Glimmer turning to him. As his eyes landed on Glimmer again, he finally recognized him. "I knew I've seen you from somewhere, you were with the queen weren't you? If you were with the queen then you'd know how a kid like Lucien became the captain of the guard for the city proper. O'boy it gets me mad to know we have such a child in charge of defeating crime in this city." Ernest said his temper starting to boil, "He's in this tournament when he should be out there patrolling the streets. I got robbed while I was passed out on a bench, they stole all my Jewelry." He said venting to Glimmer, having no clue that Glimmer was the one who in fact robbed him.

Delilah

She barely heard anyone as they spoke, she was beginning to get lost in her own thoughts again. A moment ago she was just drawing on a bench, but now? Well, she didn't even know what was going on. Oh wait, a mess, she thought, that's what's going on.

She looked up, the young man seems to be winning. He looked at her and bowed slightly, he was right, she did want peace and quiet. But she wasn't sure she could have peace after this situation, it would race in her mind all day. Furthermore, she didn't think the blonde girl was the type to lie and steal, yet looks can be deceiving. It was all happening so fast. "I..." she said in a hushed tone while clutching her notebook close to her chest. There was a subtle pause in between her words. "Y-yeah.."

She looked away from him, she wasn't sure what she should do. Should she try to comfort the girl? She didn't have much experience with her type, all of her searches for something to say would all come up fruitless. Continue drawing? No, that would just be plain rude. Apologize and run off? No, no, that's still rude. She decided to stay out of it for the time being, this situation was too much for her to handle.

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"T-That was because you pushed me behind you! I'd never hide behind a miserable raggabrash that took to defiling me so... so eagerly!" she yelled, furiously rubbing her dirtied shoulder pad. Damn it! That mongrel has a point! Why can't you just accept your punishment for dirtying my shoulder pad? Is there no honor among people like you? Rina kept looking between everyone, nervously biting her lip. If this was dragged out any longer, the child would surely contact his superiors, and there'd be no wiggling out of that. She had to end this petty squabble with her running scot-free, and her defiler getting what he rightfully deserved. But how else could she prove she was wronged? The answer came when Delilah responded to Kel's question.

This girl... she's so timid... that's... that's perfect! Rina bowed her head down again, hiding her face with the rim of her hat. Only Kel could see her face, and if he paid attention, he would have noticed her devilish grin. "She will vouch for me!" Rina pointed at Delilah, raising her head with the same sadness and horror she feigned. She trudged over, placing her hands on Delilah's shoulders. "You must have seen how nervous I was when I arrived! You must have! I was so afraid that I'd messed up and he would..." Then, in the one of the most trembling tones she could muster, she whispered, "I'm begging you, tell them I'm innocent... If he somehow convinces them that he's innocent... I can't be free, ever..." People like her make life so much easier! Just guilt trip them and they should just go along with whatever you say! It'll be just like with Mother and Father's maids!

She was technically telling the truth: how she was nervous when arriving in this area, and that she wouldn't be free if things didn't go her way. Things seemed to be going swimmingly for Rina. If only there was a way to get her to spill the beans... If anyone paid close enough attention, they'd notice her constantly casting a fearful glance at a few pigs off in the distance, not yet herded away by their owner.

Avril Moses
Interactions: Any.
Location: Tournament Grounds.

At an inconspicuous coffee shop a woman sat, Detective Moses, she stared over the festival going on. She has always disliked festivals, they are loud, messy, and input high amounts emotion into the Veil. To most the festival appears normal, however to Moses monstrosities wander the streets, buildings have eyes and fangs. What most would see as a simple ball throwing game, instead showed each of the balls as sleeping spiders and the stall as their web. The Veil was rampant in the streets, however despite these horrific images, they were still far from leaking into the world. The detective slowly sipped her beverage, taking time to savor it. A man in royal guard attire sat down across from her, although she noticed him, she did not take any motion to address him.

"So, detective, whats the situation with the Veil today, I hope it doesn't interfere with her majesty's big celebration."

This man was Gregory Hans, a captain in the royal guard and someone once saved by Avril; they became good friends since. Moses took a long sip before speaking.

"Aside from multiple rank 0s, it looks like the Veil in this area won't have any issues. Once I finish my drink i'll be checking the Colosseum as the aggressiveness will most likely cause a minor case."

"I'll leave it to you, doubt anything big enough to cause problems will occur without you knowing ahead of time. We'll I'll leave you to it, I've got to celebrate today with my daughter."

Gregory stood up, nodded, then headed out of the coffee shop, quickly fading into the crowd. Avril downed the rest of her coffee, and began heading out into the streets. She took out her pipe once outside and lit it. The detective gradually made her way to the tournament grounds, smoking her pipe and observing her surroundings as she did so. When she finally made it to her destination, Moses stared at the sky. The sky was clear and blue, at least to everyone else, to the Detective a maelstrom was forming around the arena. She muttered to herself.

"A Rank 2."

Where is my cafe? The cafe owner wondered, as he strolled out of the open door. “It’s...you know where the palace is, yes? It’s down there, left closest to the palace, first right, then at the end there’s an intersection, I’m the right corner.” He pointed in the general directions she would need to go.

“Anyway, to the fun stuff!” He said brightly. “I know sometimes betting seems bad.” He agreed, with himself of course. “I heard Isen the Knight was a sure bet though! Obviously, I’ll bet against him! Pretty much every betting rumor is false, I think?” He said uncertainly.

Limon shrugged it off, instead changing the topic to, “Hey, you’re a fairy aren’t you?” He asked, something he probably should’ve seen earlier. “Fairy are good customers.” He assessed, “Well, most of the time.” He glanced at her to make sure she would stab him or something for besmirching her races name, or whatever they did. “I traded one for this little jewel.” he said, tapping an earring on his right side. “Said it would lead me to great fortune, or love, or...” He stared up dramatically at the sky. “...other things.”

“Anyway, back to the festival. Some of the food is delicious, some probably don’t count as food. Some objects are well made, others will probably break before you even get home. Still, lots of good stuff.” He judged. “Tournament has lots of famous people, but I th-should probably let you talk.” He interrupted, remembering the whole thing about how people like talking about themselves.

“How’s your bakery doing? I know breads a pretty stable thing...everyone needs bread.” He said confidently. “Hey, do you come from way...up on the map? I think you look like it.” He said, unsure of exactly what he was saying. “It’s not exactly a friendly place, I know.”

Herbert’s tail swung happily as his attention was once again taken away by Luka who was impressed by the demlomon’s ability to multi-task, even the Herbert kept drawing and writing “yes Its not too hard for one like myself naturally having multiple arms does make one capable of using all of them together“ he‘d explain with a little nod. Luka’s curiosity wasn’t all that unexpected Herbert has expected it. Continuing to write, Herbert would move the sketch book over so Luka could get a better look at it “well i understand if you feel somewhat offended by me drawing you without your permission, but umm.. what do you think so far?” Herbert answered with some shakiness In his voice as he’d then ask for Luka’s opinion. In the short time Herbert had had to draw so far he’d managed to get a suprsingly good sketch of Luka’s head uncoloured of course, though on the page there was fully coloured sketch of another Kitria, this sketch highly detailed a fully coloured in there clothing adorned with various trinkets and shiny thing not to mention the cloth themselves being very outlandish in colour and appearance frills and tassels abound.

Ernest Bochart
Location: Tournament
Interactions: spookie (Glimmer)

As Ernest listened to Glimmer speak, much of it was muffled, especially once Ernest's eyes focused on the orange potion in front of him. "The damn brat deserves whatever comes to him, I mean what was the queen think-" Drunk Ernest cut himself off so he didn't finish the sentence. Even though he was quite filled with alcohol, he knew better than to bash the queen in public, especially in front of a royal advisor. "Just give me the damn potion." Ernest said grabbing the orange concoction into his hands. He studied it for a few moments. It almost looked drinkable but it probably wasn't the best thing to do after seeing what happened to the last one.

His eyes shifted away from the potion and back to the arena, specifically Lucien. Ernest steadied himself as he prepared to toss another one in the direction of the brat. He wound up his arm and set his sights on him. He pulled his arm forward and let the orange potion fly through this air. This time, it would seem that Ernest's throw was much closer to his target. He may hit him this time depending on what the brat did. The drunken man watched the potion fly through air, hoping for a direct hit. He had a scary smile on his face as he watched it, Ernest could get involved in things quite deeply some times.

It was a pity. A pity! Hemry sat among the crowded audience, watching in forced awe at the gentleman attempting to balance a chair on top of his head. He was a rather plump man, wearing a stained white shirt that revealed his belly button. His trousers had noticeable grime on them, a telling sign that this man enjoyed bathing with piglets. And for whatever reason, he wore a red bow-tie to compliment his unsightly attire. This made Hemry scowl. Why? There was zero effort in his performance. The piglet man laughed at himself when the chair fell down. Much to his surprise, the crowd seemed to enjoy watching him fail. Or was that a part of the act? Upon closer inspection, Hemry could tell that it was no ordinary chair. The man placed his finger to his lips, facing the audience. He then sat on the chair, as if in thought. He pulled out a flower from his unsightly trousers, and made a display of dropping the flower into his mouth.

Burp. How utterly fascinating, Hemry thought. But he wasn’t done. After a few seconds, he began to pull something out of his mouth. A flower, then two, then three, then four, then five! But he had only ate one! The crowd soared. Hemry crossed his arms, audibly hmphing. He looked more the part, his face being painted white and red, the fun colors! His style was also more aligned with that of a show-man, wearing suspenders and pristine black shoes. His black eyes fixed on the crowd. The woman in front of him, she smelled nice. It wasn’t just her smell, but her braided hair decorated with flowers. He leaned forward, and whispered, “Whatever you do, just don’t bite.”

With that, he stood up, not waiting for a reaction. The plump man was still somehow pulling things out of his mouth. Hemry made a show of it and began clapping slowly, now standing next to the man on stage. He had a hat of coins beside him, and even that wasn’t impressive. This man’s career was probably… this, and Hemry couldn’t help but to frown. He had the look of a sad gentleman—tears painted on his face, and a red frown that could be seen from miles away. The crowd wasn’t sure how to react, so they just laughed. Maybe they thought he was a part of the man's show.

Hemry put a hand up and the laughter stopped. He found the person in the front of the row, who was holding a basket of apples. He made sure to find her early on. He motioned to the apple, and then to his mouth. The girl looked clearly confused. Hemry didn’t speak, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head. The crowd laughed. Finally, after a moment of realization, the girl gave him the apple. After making a show of cleaning the apple with his sleeves and blowing on it, Hemry bit into it. The silence that followed after was soon replaced by a myriad of gasps and ahhh! and oooh!

He sat his apple bottom on the ground, now being turned into an apple. He rolled and hopped himself toward the girl with the braids. Of course, she screamed when he jumped onto her lap, but she seemed to remember his request. She held him tenderly, in awe with the rest of the crowd. The plump man, now clearly not the center of attention, had started to vomit in his hat. The show was far from over.

Ernest Bochart
Location: Tournament
Interactions: spookie

Ernest cheered as he almost hit the brat. To his dismay though, the brat managed to get the win and he began booing him. Hopefully his next contestants would be harder. Ernest turned his attention back to the man who started to make his way somewhere else, "Too bad you didn't have more potions." Ernest drunkenly called after him. He continued to boo Lucien and some people in the stands started to join in with him. It seemed that he wasn't the only who greatly disliked the kid. There boos started to die down as two figures started to approach the drunk. Ernest noticed the lack of booing and turned to the crowd, "Come on you pussies, what are you so scared of? If I could put my own foot up the boy's ass I would. " He said directing his attention back to the arena to gaze at Lucien. Even though he was drunk, didn't mean he couldn't be aware of his surroundings. He spotted two purple haired individuals coming in his direction and the dots started to connect for him. He quickly realized that his potion throwing may have some consequences.

"Royal guards? The last thing I need to do is have a run in with them." Ernest said attempting to take a step to move but there were too many people to make escape possible. Wait. Why do I have to worry about being in jail? I'm fucking rich. Ernest thoughts kept him were he stood and he no longer made any attempt to escape. Instead, he started shouting insults at Lucien and some insults about Royal guards to make a scene. If they were going to drag him off, he wanted to make a whole ruckus. "If the Royal Guards are headed by a 16 year old then the rest of them couldn't be any better. The only thing that is a bigger joke than the Royal Guards is Lucien hitting puberty because it's seems that his height hasn't changed since he has gotten out of the womb." Ernest said ranting loudly, some laughs could be audibly heard from the crowd around him. He hoped that the guards heard him but he doubted that Lucien would hear. His voice was loud but not enough to drown out the noise of a crowd.