Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28718853-20180110110723

(S9) Rix doesn't answer, but instead she snarls at the Werewolf and pulls Forjod close to her. Forjod can only chuckle nervously. Dravela takes in another gulp of her beer, a massive contrast from Rix and Forjod's preference of juice, and spots Despoina and Lumbre in the corner. She smiles at them, they both notice and smile back.

"Such a lovely behemoth she is," Despoina says as she looks up to Baku once more, and when she sees that he's no longer talking to Jorge, she flies up to the platform and gives the pink giant her idea, "Excuse me Mr. Baku, I was one of the participants in your Hunt game and if I may I'd like to make a suggestion. For next year's event, there should be a power reduction field around the arena, that way it isn't just a few people destroying the competition and everyone has a fair shot at winning."

Lumbre simply stares longingly at her empty bottle of scotch.

After hearing Clarabelle's suggestion, Radono places a hand on her husband's shoulder and says, "So aside from the drinking, would you like to see if there's any other kinds of fun around here?"

Jeff nods and says, "Let's go see."

The couple move about, searching for activities that could bide their time.

Xinderas's agitated eyes roll over to Clarabelle and she groans, "I wanted to show Aramata the unmatched might of a Hellhound, but my 'oh so caring' sister here knocked me out TWICE! Her acts of cowardice cost me that opportunity.  On top of that, in the third round I get taken out not by the Destroyer, not by Tirush, but by a Centaur dressed like a clown!"

She brings her head down onto the table and frustrated sighs could be heard from her. "Sorry Sis," Dravela mutters with an innocent smile as she continues to down her beverage.