9 Aug 2022, 20:54
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
⋖ 28/AUG/2022 @ evening | NORWEGIAN | SWEDISH | RUSSIAN | GERMAN | ENGLISH ⋗
INTERACTIONS @Boe Correa | MENTIONING @Theodore Duncain
───•─•────────────────────────────────────•─•───
───•─•────────────────────────────────────•─•───At some point, Greta found herself standing upright again. Pretty sure. Honestly, it was a little bit difficult to tell given the way her head was still spinning. She felt dizzy, out of breath, and more than a little warm all over. Not that she was thinking about it, but surely her face was as red-hot as a chili. There would be no risk of falling over, though, not with the large hand that rested so protectively over her own as though to ground her to the spot and provide reassurance that she was safe.
"Ehm... bwa...?" His words, carried on the cadence of his honeyed accent went through one ear and out the other, no time or focus to disimpact what he had just said despite the simplicity of the question. She could only smile and nod, caught up in the moment and still reeling with what had just happened. It was like a scene out of a novel no matter which way it was cut. Him...Muscular, olive-tanned, with dark wavy hair.. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
Her vision swam in and out of focus as though in a fevered dream as she watched him slip a silver ring from his finger. She hadn't even really registered the action until she felt the hard metal warmed by the glow of his skin press earnestly into her palm. Peering down at it, trying to make sense of it all, she would glow anew as his voice rose once more. The heat of his breath upon her ear sent a visible chill down her spine, hairs standing on end with the immediate eruption of total gooseflesh. Leaning slightly into him, she would subconsciously lift to her tip-toes. To better hear his words, of course.
"But I... I am.. Greta..." she breathed, speech halting with the vacancy of her intellectual capacity. Still, she felt compelled to try to clarify. Whoever this Senyorah was, perhaps he was somehow mistaking her for Greta. Not that Greta entirely minded, apparently. Struck as she was by an almost immediate attraction, she found it difficult to even convince herself to try to clear up that misunderstanding. But as he spoke to talking with her more (she had understood that without the help of her walking translators), she felt a little trill of excitement. "I... oh..."
Still... the ring seemed...What did it even MEAN?
Greta stared down as the piece of jewelry in her hand for a solid while, not sure what to make of it. With his retreat, she had fallen back onto her heels, rocking back, eyes raised, and face a blank canvas of confusion. Knees weak, she would actually falter back, stumbling a step and then another until she eventually just decided to go with the flow and let herself half fall, half lower onto her rear with a poof of her skirts. Fortunately, she'd hit a pile of pillows and would be spared the irritation of sand.
Left with too many questions and no answers, she would look in the direction of her only real source of familiarity in the group. Which, in hind-sight, was probably not the best place to be seeking given the most recent event. It also wouldn't help that as soon as she looked in his direction, she found herself blushing all over again, overcome by a profound sense of mixed guilt and embarrassment at the sudden recollection that he could have been watching. Exactly why that led her hands to fidgeting, defaulting to toying with the ring that had now made a home in her hands, she wouldn't quite be able to place. Never-the-less, she would lose herself to thought for a while as others span and acted, their activity going largely unnoticed by the little Norwegian.
Eventually, however, someone would prompt her back to attention. "Whu—" A nudge to her elbow would cause her to snap her head up, chin swivelling for the source and back again as though caught red-handed doing something she ought not be doing. "Oh, I am now to spin..."
Cheeks puffing with a blown breath, Greta slipped the ring into a pocket and clapped her cheeks. And then a couple more times for good measure. At least now the blushing would be from her palms and not... other things. Head in the game, Greta! Pushing herself to a rise, she crept forward towards the bottle. A hand paused upon its surface for just a moment before she sent it spinning, lips victimized by nervous chewing while it went round and round. Another clandestine glance was cast in Theo's direction, lips fighting against a small smile before pulling her gaze back to the bottle. Of course, when it came to a stop, she would stare out at the target. In that moment, no amount of slapping at her own cheeks would be able to hide the fresh blossom of a blush.
Well. She wasn't about to let him get the best of her again. Nor was she prepared for an encore of what had just happened lest she lose her head entirely and be sent to the medical tent. In a snap decision, she would rush forward towards the debonair duke, hands planting themselves on his shoulders. If he was standing she would coax him down to her. If sitting, she would bend at the waste. Either way, she would dart in with the intent to plant a quick peck to his cheek. And if successful and not otherwise detained, would skip back to her spot like a cat racing out an open door to hug her knees to her chest and bury her chin against them.Action: Swooning, confused, dazed, fluttering... Then trying to kiss Boe on the cheek on the second spin
@Opeila Winters @Jack Warren
9 Aug 2022, 23:18
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
@Elizaveta Mikhailov @Greta Fransson
Theo had no difficulties returning to the game. Sure, he had never expected it to go this way at all and- darn, that slap did hurt, but what did it help? If anything, he would deny the kid the satisfaction to see it bothering him. Whatever that was about anyway, why on earth would that kid have come to the conclusion that he was a Durmstrang? Didn't speak for his intelligence.
The bottle was spun again, this time not by him but by a blond girl who gave him such a nervous look, that he automatically responded with a reassuring smile. When she asked for a hug, he would open his arms, the smile widening into a grin. "If you promise not to hit me!", he joked, "I'm Theo by the way, nice to meet you."
As the young Thunderbird looked around at the other players, he found his gaze drawn to one particular pair. The boy was just stepping back from Greta who was looking at her hand for a moment- or something inside it?- before she took a few steps back and sat, no, almost fell onto a few pillows. Was something-? Something was wrong, wasn't it?
Theo's gaze found the boy who seemed to have affected the Durmstrang with whatever he had done- darn, why didn't Theo keep an eye on her?- and examined him for a few seconds, before he looked back to Greta, only to find her meet his gaze. "I- Excuse me.", he would say to Eliza with another smile and walk over to Greta.
"Hey, are-" Before he could even finish his question, it seemed the game was moving on again, Greta spun the bottle. Again it pointed at that dark haired boy who Theo seemed to like less and less. Oh, he knew exactly why he hadn't kept an eye on Greta the whole game. Maybe it was stupid that he had signed up for a game that was all about kissing, but he didn't like to see it. He just... he just didn't. Why would he make himself watch the girl he liked kiss other guys?
So when Greta got up and again walked to the boy, Theo would sit down next to the spot where Greta had just sat a moment ago and face the ground. Didn't look up again until Greta returned and hugged her knees. "Ist alles ok?" Is everything alright?, he would ask her quietly, leaning towards her a little.
@Samantha Salwis @Evelynn Decipio
11 Aug 2022, 00:52
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
‿︵‿୨✿୧‿︵‿
Interacting With: @Mathias Pride | @Aly Salinger as Manuela
Mentioning:
Why the hell did all these foreign students want to kiss her boyfriend? Why the hell did Matt seem willing to kiss them? A peck on the lips was one thing, but full on making out? That was reserved for WINNIE.
"Fine. You can do it. I understand. I'm not angry at you." The girl's anger was finally bubbling over and the group was about to find out why her nickname was 'pterodactyl.' "In fact, all of you--" Her hands gestured towards everyone remaining in the group. "Can go ahead and kiss my boyfriend all you want. It's 'just a game' after all. He's allowed to kiss WHOEVER he wants, but I'm not allowed to or I get a face full of feckin slugs."
She was about to leave, but suddenly remembered that someone owed her a kiss. She would (unless he dodged), grab Matt by his shirt and tug him in for a rather aggressive kiss. It was likely a bit too long for comfort as well, and when she pulled back she would bite his lower lip, not hard enough to cause damage, just a simple warning. "You can find me when you get bored, Matt, but you owe me 10 kisses every time you kiss someone else."
Winnie huffed, pushing herself onto her feet and flattening out her puff sleeve dress. "Caithfidh tú a bheith ag magadh orm!" You've got to be kidding me. She grumbled under her breath as she pushed past anyone who might be standing in the way of her and the tent's exit.
Action: Winnie tries to leave the thread.
│ │ | │ │ | STA: 12 • EVA: 15 • STR: 8 WIS: 11 • ARC: 7 • ACC: 17 | │ │ | • Healing Sage • Muggle Condition • Paragon of Health • • Poison Resistance • Animagus • Wandmaker • | │ │ | │ │ |
11 Aug 2022, 02:35
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
Interactions/Mentions: Raul Correa (@Nicholas McCowan's iNPC) Boe Mirales Correa (@Jack Warren's iNPC) @Winnie Harper & Manuela "Manu" Marcado (@Aly Salinger's iNPC)
This was how or perhaps why he was going to die. If not by the lust of Brazil, apparent home to canoodling then by the wrath of his very beefy lover Winnie Harper. The girl was absolutely terrifying, but in a tingly good sort of way.OC: Sorry, this is not my greatest work but there was so much happening I did not want to get skipped since it seems like it will be relevant for my cause of death later.
It was for the sake of pride, his namesake that Mathias Pride did not back down from the challenge of snogging the looker of a foreigner. It was duty, not lust woman! Not that it mattered, of course she had no problem kissing the pervert. She had terrible taste in men, look at who she was still dating!
He would have relished an effective curse ruining his composure, his weird accented gibberish replaced with retching and most importantly a terrible searing memory for him averted and perhaps a dose of sense for Winnie. Truth be told, Mathias was petty, jealous and as insecure as any teenage boy would be in spite of all of his peacocking and snarky comments.
It was over now, he was 'safe'. He could shake hands, peck someone on the cheek and Winnie can leave this thing only mildly perturbed, honestly it was best the madman could hope for. Bringing your girlfriend to spin the bottle... whose idea was this anyways?
He sat down with a thump on the ground, arms crossed over his chest like a stubborn, irked child. The Brazilians were speaking brazilish, it only irritated him moreso. Had he known what was being said, he would have spoken up sooner. Her might have fled. He should have fled.
"Let's let him decide, then." [Portuguese]
He probably would not have heard it over Winnie, she was demanding kisses. "We kiss all the time," he whined. Yes, he whined like a man-child over a problem plenty of young men wished they had. "I need to get the taste of his school out of my mouth anyways," he complained.
When a girl had approached the bickering duo, Mathias barely shot her a glance. He knew better. he still had all his boy parts and unless he wanted to wake up missing something since she knew where he slept...
"Excuse me," the girl said with an accent. Another one of them, likely one day his mortal enemies.
"There, you have her," he relented with confidence that would be absent had he thought she might be into girls. He might end up hating everyone, so hopefully that was a secret he would not learn.
"Just... know that I have to do this because of my honor, I would like to protect it. And also, I would love to be friends with you after this. You seem like... tipo ... você merece até a lua . So, tipo , no bad feelings, right?" was that good? Yeah, it had to be good?
"Yes, very tipo?" He agreed with the inflection of confusion apparent. "The most tipo..."
He was expecting her to go for Winnie. So when she slung her arms around him and used her strength to hoist herself up to where his lips would have been, a muffled scream would be heard. Not intended. Not planned. With the presumption of 'making out' involving togues, all that meant was she had ample opportunity to invade. Mathias would topple over gracelessly, he was not a strong boy in spite of his best efforts to 'beef up' but he did not choose this pasty pale, freckled, doughy body. That did not help the scene, the one that Winnie would suffer through if they ended up on the floor at this point.
When the kiss broke, it had to break right?
Winnie's risk of aneurysm almost at great at Mathias' own risk for death if not by her crazy 'brother' then by her personally. Mathias would take a gasping gulp of air, grateful for release and immediately try to wiggle out from beneath if she was still on top of him or if she ever was. Perhaps she was only adjacent by the power of suction. "Winnie I can explain?" He called out uselessly once free, if free. He really could not explain, he was not sure what was going on.
She was yelling at him, it was not an entirely novel concept. He got in trouble often enough as one would expect. Saying the wrong thing, disliking something she loved or saying something insensitive. Still he felt small somehow despite the fact that he suspected she might have a hint of ginger goblin in there because he was pretty sure her growth had been stunted since they had started to date. "I-I" he gestured towards the girl. "I did not start this!" He attempts to reach out and grab her with his not-so-awesome strength. "I do not know why the Brazilians are horny for me!" An awkward phrase to be sure, thankfully it was outside of the school year so it would hopefully not make it to a quote in the yearbook.
Event NPC
11 Aug 2022, 13:02
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
If there was any way in which this particular group could be described, it would be adjacent fantasy worlds. Somehow, the members seemed to be divided, many occupied by their own motives and distractions that blinded them to the commotions and happenings right beside them. Overall, emotions were riding high. There was only so much escalating that could be done before hte top blew off and everything boiled over. For some in the group, that moment had come.MODERATION POST—Round IV
Sophia Nelson would not be among those overly emotional few. Content where she was, she kept cuddled up with her new friend, taking the moment to reflect upon her beliefs and rearing. As well as her own romantic inclinations. The spin of the bottle would land itself on Della Barfield. For someone who definitely assuredly absolutely pretty sure maybe wasn't gay... and certainly most definitely completely wanted to make her first kiss special... Sophia would confound the universe with the request for a kiss. Della was happy to oblige and even injected it with a bit of a (slightly more) learn'd movement.
Elizaveta Mikhailov seemed almost smitten with her new blue-haired friend and continued to chatter away. Eyes would watch the interaction between Sophia and Della with far too much interest than was healthy, and a sheen of green would pull over her as soon as it had ended. Hello, angst, our old friend. The silent treatment would ensue as she put as much distance between herself and the returning Sophia as she could to take her own spin, providing her the dashing Theodore Duncain. From him, she would request a hug. Good natured as always was usually the case, Theo would offer a jest before acquiescing.
Greta Fransson, dizzy and confused from her encounter with the South American, would soon find the bottle passed her way. She had barely sat down before it was her turn to spin again, the bottle turning to point at none other than Boe Carrea, that same foreigner. Quite certain she would just die on the spot if the whole scene repeated itself again, she would dart over to kiss his cheek before returning back to her seat and finding it brushed up against a new neighbour.
Winnie Harper was the one whose fuse had burned to soot. What appeared to be jealousy mixed with insecurity coiled about her, gradually sending her into a tizzy that led her to lash out against her boyfriend. Although not quite reaching the crescendo of her pterodactyl screeching, she still gave him a piece of her mind right before manhandling him into an overt display of intimate affections to rival Raul's advances. No mind would be given to spinning the bottle or responding to anyone that might have spun her. She was done for the night.
Mathias Pride did not seem to be having a good night. Or maybe he was. Honestly, it was difficult to tell. The ample tongue to girlfriend screeching ratio certainly seemed to be tipping in favour of the former given the latter was an already common occurrence. Plus he had scored a hot Brazilian babe kiss, as well as demands for more kissing from his girlfriend at a ratio of 10 to 1. He could really take advantage of that. But his expression would suggest an anguished panic in complete contrast to any fun that he might have been having. As his girlfriend stormed out, her would try to grab for her.
Unless Winnie allowed herself to be ensnared, thereby interrupting her retreat, she would easily rip herself from his grasp to storm out unimpeded.Contested strength Roll
Mathias: [d20]:11+3=14
Winnie: [d20]:18+8=26
@Rita Su did not post this round and thus will not be included in the next rounds spinning. They are free to continue RPing or to make exit posts as fits the circumstances.
@Noah Jupe provided a head's up that he is voluntarily withdrawing from the thread. It can be understood that Edward Smith is continuing to struggle against the body bind curse for the duration of the thread.
Boe Mirales Correa (@Jack Warren's iNPC), Raul Correa (@Nicholas McCowan's iNPC) and Manuela Macedo (@Aly Salinger's iNPC) oocly expressed intent to continue with the thread but were unable to post before the deadline as was made aware prior to moderation.
THE BOTTLE HAS CHOSEN AGAIN!Reducio@Elizaveta Mikhailov (@Samantha Salwis's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Mathias Pride
@Della Barfield spins the bottle, and lands on @Manuela Macedo (@Aly Salinger's iNPC)
@Boe Mirales Correa (@Jack Warren's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Theodore Duncain (@Opeila Winters's iNPC)
@Greta Fransson (@Evelynn Decipio's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Sophia Nelson
@Raul Correa (@Nicholas McCowan's iNPC) spins the bottle, and lands on @Elizaveta Mikhailov (@Samantha Salwis's iNPC)Additionally:
—The order of the spins listed is not necessarily the order they happen ICly, nor do they have to be posted in that order.
Players have until Midnight on Sunday, August 21st to post
14 Aug 2022, 13:02
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
*the stats in the banner are old
|
There were so many alternatives like a simple hug or even a fist bump but Sophia had gone straight for a kiss on the lips. When Eliza saw the girl lean in for a kiss and wrap her arms around the other girl, her jealousy grew with the second. The stupid kiss was way too long for her liking, it shouldn't even have existed in the first place if you asked her. When Sophia returned with a redhead, the blond avoided eye contact with her at all costs.
The boy she had approached so nervously didn't seem that bad at all and even made a little joke about not slapping him. "I will not slap," she promised him. "I'm Eliza," the Russian girl would introduce herself. Her arms were loosely wrapped around him, giving him a quick hug, before retreating as she still wasn't completely comfortable around him, his aggression towards the rude boy on her mind. "Bye, Theo," she said with a small smile as she turned around.
During the interaction with the boy, she had shortly forgotten about Sophia's kiss but when she turned around and her eyes spotted the bluehead she remembered the betrayal again. The jealousy slowly surfacing again, Eliza sat down next to the other girl, still trying to avoid eye contact. She watched the others of the group, which got smaller every round, spin the bottle and would only say something if Sophia say something first.
Nothing much happened before it was her turn to spin the bottle again, there was some drama between one of the boys and probably his girlfriend but that was about it. Once she had spun the bottle her fate was in its hands and the bottle didn't like her very much this round as it stopped while pointing at one of the boys from the extreme make-out session. She quickly looked at Sophia, hoping to find an encouraging look, before making her way over to the boy with red cheeks. "High five?" her voice a little bit higher than normal.
|
|
|
15 Aug 2022, 00:41
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
Sophia watched nervously as Eli returned to their little spot in the circle after hugging one of the older boys. She'd made the Russian girl angry somehow, but she wasn't sure what she'd done. Maybe she actually had been offended by the cheek kiss? She hadn't said anything, but maybe it only just dawned on her that Sophia had kissed her cheeks? Did she think Sophia was some kind of kissing fiend?
"Psst," she whispered to get Eli's attention, frowning when the girl didn't even acknowledge her.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked, scooting closer to Eli in an attempt to regain their earlier position. She didn't try to put her arm back around the girl because she didn't want to make her upset, but she did rest her arm on the ground behind Eli's back, with a bit of contact between them.
"Is it about the kiss?" she asked bluntly. If Eli was angry because Soph had kissed her on the cheek, that was something they could work through together, as friends. That was what friends did together.
When Eli got back up to give the old bottle a spin, though, Sophia felt sad to watch the girl stand up and walk away from her. Sure it was part of the game, but she was afraid she'd ruined her new friendship before it even began. Before she even realized they were forming, a few tears raced down her cheeks.
As Eli peeked back at her, she tried to hide her wide, tear-filled eyes. Staring back down to her lap, she began to twiddle her thumbs, wishing her friend would come back and tell her they were still friends.
As she sat quietly, watching her thumbs twirl together, she looked up to see that Eli's moment with the boy who'd kissed Della had ended, and she had to fight back a familiar sting of jealousy. What was up with Sophia today? Something had to be wrong with her. She'd have to talk to Father Lamb next time she went home to Ireland. He'd know what was wrong with her.
To her surprise, the bottle was now pointing at her once more. That was a bit less stressful, since at least she didn't have to initiate anything. She could stand there and be hugged as the other girl - who seemed to be quite a bit older than her - wished. There was no pressure for her.
"H-hi," she said to the girl with the golden hair, hoping her smile didn't look shy. Despite the eventful night, Sophia was still quite awful at talking to strangers.
Notes:ReducioPoor Eli.Soph is heartbroken.</3 Also, Greta, dealer's choice
Interacting:
@Evelynn Decipio as Greta || @Samantha Salwis as Eliza
Mentioning:
@Della Barfield
@Kim Sato || @Colin McCoire
15 Aug 2022, 12:58
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
Languages: Portuguese & English
OOC: Pretend the first part of this post was last round, I was out of town and Eve was generous enough to allow me not to be skipped. Also, excuse the relatively haphazard nature of the post, same reasons as above.
The kiss that Raul laid upon the white-haired English girl was more reserved than the one he’d shared with the redheaded English boy. After all, that had been a masculine context of strength, here he was attempting to finesse a lady. Yes, he still probably used too much tongue, truthfully any at all was probably too much, and almost certainly a bit too sloppy, but he did at least attempt to pull back his usual over-the-top nature. After all, you had to romance attractive girls, did you not?
When it finally broke, he would shoot a cocky grin to the girl, arrogance and gratitude equal parts caked into his sole response, “Charmed.”
Of course, his self-assuredness meant that he lacked the proper frame of mind to react to Manu’s challenge, and her subsequent lunge at the redheaded boy. The boy that Raul had once again spun. Instead, for the first time in a long time, the Brazilian was left speechless. No ichor ran from his tongue, and his usually serpentine demeanour brumated, at least for a moment. His eyes widened, and he bit his teeth together. She’d challenged him, challenged his family.
The second their kiss broke, in the midst of his desperate attempts to explain himself to his girlfriend, who was shouting in something other than English, maybe she was Russian, Raul grabbed the English boy by the head and planted another passionate kiss upon him, all but manhandling the no doubt beleaguered and exhausted Hogwarts student. A grumbled, “Must be fate, no?” Was all he was offered as foreplay.
There wasn’t the same demand or desire to prove himself as there’d been with the first kiss, and Raul would attempt to break it off after the customary tongue jostling and tonsil exploration.
Not bothering to look over the unfortunate recipient of the kiss or his equally rosey girlfriend, Raul instead focused on the next round of the game. Playing with the English couple was growing trite, he’d wanted to show off to foreigners, not engage in yet another tiresome sparring session with Manu. The half-blood couldn’t be stopped. Of course, in the midst of Raul’s short sulking session, he found that the boy he’d just kissed was approached by his next would-be target.
She was offering something that was certainly not a kiss to the red-faced redhead. Well, that wouldn’t do. Not bothering to even introduce himself, Raul would move in for the kill, and would attempt to grab her face with both hands and pull her into yet another of his trademarked sloppy kisses.
It was time to show off by branching out.
@Matthias Pride, @Jack Warren, @Aly Salinger, @Winnie Harper, @Della Barfield & @Samantha Salwis
Attempting to make-out with Matthias and then attempting to make out with Elizaveta. Of course, you can dodge, run, etc.
Vae Victis| Speech: #5C2B2B
I am best reached through discord
I am best reached through discord
21 Aug 2022, 10:14
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
interacting: @Aly Salinger as Manuela | @Sophia Nelson
The kiss was. . . good. Great, even.
Della felt Sophia's arms wrap tightly around her waist, and she returned the gesture with a palm on Sophia's cheek. (This was something she remembered seeing in movies—and, wow, her face was so soft.)
They caught what Della felt was a good rhythm—neither too reserved nor greedy. Della didn't want it to end, but they came to an easy stopping point, pulling apart. Sophia stuttered a few words, and Della caught "good" and "thanks," which she responded to with a quick breathless "yeah, that was wonderful."
Once again, while Della was reeling, the game moved on. Sophia took her spot next to that other girl. They were sitting awfully close. Pangs of jealousy catapulted around Della's head—she wasn't able to process them properly. Why be jealous of a girl that she just met and kissed and who was so sweet and soft and well Della didn't know her and no reason to be jealous but she was really mad that that blue-haired beauty was sitting with someone else but still no reason to be mad—
It was Della's turn to spin. She kept glancing at Sophia—Was she hoping for a second kiss? It was all so confusing. Instead, she landed on a girl from another school. This girl's exploits in the game had escaped Della because she was so preoccupied with her own—speaking of which, Della caught Sophia looking at the girl she was canoodling with interacting with the boy Della had had her first kiss with. That's quite a mouthfull. But it was enough to know that Sophia's attention was on someone else, and the jealousy turned into rashness and bravery.
Della looked at her new target, the older girl with the hazel eyes and dark curly hair. "Hi, I'm Della. I'd like to kiss you if you don't mind."
Action: asking Manuela for a kiss and completely oblivious to her jealously making decisions for her
stamina 8 | evasion 16 | strength 5 | wisdom 11 | arcane power 5 | accuracy 13
Parselmouth | Evasive Maneuvers | Beast Master
also Ruckus Weems | Quentin Gagné
23 Aug 2022, 20:24
Twirl the Flagon — Group 3
Interactions/Mentions: Raul Correa (@Nicholas McCowan's iNPC) & @Winnie Harper
Mathias was going to have to spend a lot of time or more likely money making this up to Winnie. He was not match for her brute strength and her estrogen-fueled righteous anger. "Winnie, wait! Hot guys mean mostly nothing to me!" He called out after her uselessly. He started to scurry after her of course, "I don't even think they speak English!" He huffed, he was not selling himself as he normally would, he was knocked off kilter when someone used his tricks against him.
The beanpole of a lad would try to catch the fast dwarf of a girl as she stormed off. her little legs... how! It has to be two steps to match his single stride. The Brazilian had moved on, channeling his 'charm' on some unfortunate broad. He could thank Merlin for the distraction, but comparatively more chase exchange with the girl would do him no favors if Winnie was on the other side of the stadium. "Good god woman," he complained yelling after him with all the charm of an obnoxious tyrant. "How are you so fast and tiny!"
He was distracted by his attempts to extinguish the flames that had engulfed their relationship when the Brazilian came in for seconds (feel free to roll, he would attempt to dodge). "It's not our turn!" He would shout, his voice might (definitely) crack as he attempted to break away if Raul was successful or not. Winnie, these men are too strong and rough for my delicate well everything! He did not say it, but he definitely thought it.
Winnie was likely long gone, and Raul had already moved on to some other chick. he was not going to quit until he licked everyone in the room's tonsils. Well, at least the Brazilian left his girlfriend out of the tasting session. "Shit," he complained as he looked uselessly at Winnie making more distance. He would look back in at Raul, how dare he use Pride's own tactics against him! "This is not over," he griped through gritted teeth as he tried to run after Winnie.
Enter a summer of being ignored and/or groveling.
Action: Mathias attempts to leave the tent.
Event NPC