Figure of Hourai
"Well..." Ozone said, leaning forwards and getting far too close to Tanya's face for comfort—something of an achievement, as she was actually smaller than the other girl and now balanced on tiptoes—"They do say that it takes one to know one."
With that, the blue pirate fell back onto her heels, taking another swig of the strange mix she had ordered for herself.
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Tiptoeing pass the pirate and the paladin, Joezar makes her way to the bartender, "Hey, Billeck!"
Sanity not included
Rot stared with increasing amusement at the antics of the pantsless one and her victim, then amusement giving way to amazement as their faces came incredibly close-
-come on, come on, come on-
-and then to disappointment as the tease moved away. And with that disappointment came his less playful side. The side that disliked seeing others being picked on.
"C'mon, leave the paladin alone, before she has you arrested for harassment," he called.
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
"Of course, Satsuki-sama."
When the shameless pirate leaned so close to her, Tanya couldn't help but blush and attempt to lean back. However, it was rather difficult to do so, especially without spilling her milk. Which she certainly did not want to do. Was... was the pirate seriously going to try and kiss her? But... but...
... And then she leaned away.
"... I-I... I... y-you..." embarrassed and barely able to form coherent words, Tanya found herself shouting one, simple word. "I-I-Idiot!"
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."
Iron Father
"Hmmm, I don't think anyone really wants cake," Pat the Baker said aloud to himself. "I suppose I can bring it into the tavern anyway, might be able to sweet talk my way into a quest with it even." he chuckled to himself.
The flesh is weak!
Lord Mathias Punchington, outside the Wolf's Paw
In the baking noonday sun, a humble carriage rode its way into the town of Northglen. The carriage itself was quite unassuming, simple oak frame, a single horse, and a peaceful, yet rather exasperated looking driver, dressed in a muddied suit, clearly well tended-to, despite the filth that caked it.
It was a sight no different than most of what the citizenry were used to—that is, were it not for the giant of a man standing atop its roof.
With a body that looked as though it was sculpted from bronze, and a bald head just as reflective, the man stood firm and stoic, unfazed by the rattling of his transportation. His bushy, immaculately-groomed mustache flowed and swayed in the wind, and his eyes were locked dead towards the horizon, as if focused on a great beast only he could see.
"Sir..." the carriage's driver called up to his passenger, utterly deadpan, "Perhaps now you could sit inside the carriage like a normal human being? We are getting stares."
"Let them stare, Stanley!" The man called back, his gaze never once leaving that invisible beast, "The queer looks of a few passerby will not stop the whiskers of Mathias Punchington from attaining much-needed fresh oxygen!"
With a sigh, Stanley's eyes returned to the road. After a ways driving, Punchington's gaze turned to a nearby inn, a broad sign told him its name: The Wolf's Paw.
"Dainty, yet masculine...." Punchington mused to himself aloud, "...I have found it! Stop the cart, Stanely!"
On a dime, the carriage ceased its progress, and Mathias leaped from it's roof and onto the dirt below. He pointed at the Inn and turned towards Stanley.
"Here! Here is where I shall begin my quest!"
"A tavern, sir?" Stanley replied quizzically, "Surely there must be a better place for you to be of service. The local Lord's abode, perhaps."
"Nonsense! Haven't you ever read any of my storybooks? The adventurers always meet at the tavern!"
"Reality is a much different place than your novels back home, milord. I doubt that anyone seeking aid would try to look for it among drunkards."
"Ever the voice of reason, Stanley! That's why I hired you! However, this time, I must act on my intuition, and my intuition tells me that beyond that tavern's door lies adventure galore!"
"...Very well, sir. I'm only the driver. While you and your intuition go adventure-seeking, I shall find a stable."
With a hearty laugh and a wave, Lord Punchington saw off the carriage of his most trusted servant, then made his way inside. Putting on his friendliest face, he heaved open the door, strode inside, and shouted aloud.
"Greetings, Northglen!"
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"and then there's this guy." Joe murmured.
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"Wh-what..."
Trembling in a mixture of embarrassment and anger, Tanya was struggling to articulate her response. What was with this... this shameless girl?! Why was she so set on doing this?! Her efforts to embarrass and frustrate Tanya were... working perfectly, but to what end!? Grrr, this was so irritating!
"How would that make me more of a pervert?!" Tanya snapped, "Only a truly perverse individual would believe whatever they say, especially about Reon Herself!"
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."