[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

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[zenpc]

As far as Roman was concerned, this was work, and there was no room for goofing off. He hung close to Zale because otherwise the kid would just get himself in trouble, but he hated it.

The berserker was dressed simply, in jeans and a T-shirt with a denim jacket over it. He looked like any other average American citizen in the room. Except, if you looked closely, there was a pair of plated gloves hanging from one of his belt loops.

"Quit stuffing your face," he replied, giving Zale no more than a single disapproving sidelong glance.

[zenpc]

Zale dressed himself with a collared shirt and a black jacket, which looked a little too formal for the rambunctious behavior that followed. He had been forced to dye his hair brown (almost, almost he had managed to "accidentally" dye it green) to keep from calling attention to himself.

It would have worked if he didn't move like a whirlwind, planting himself in front of Roman to holding up one of his loukoumades on a toothpick.

"Come on! Say 'aaah.'"

[zenpc]

He unfolded his arms to shove a hand in Zale's face, pushing him away. "Go feed that shit to Noelle."

[zenpc]

Zale didn't flinch as he was shoved back, sliding across the ground on his heels. Once freed, he spun around, thrusting a fist up-- and the food with it-- to try and get Noelle's attention.

"Hey! Noelle!"

[catchingseasons]

Noelle lifted her head towards the call, brows rising a fraction of an inch at Zale's display. "Yes?"

In her left hand was her bow, wrapped in a plain white sheet, cumbersome in size. Its identity was not really being concealed, but the hunter had not the advantage of small weapons like a rogue or the brute strength of a berserker, and XDAV had been keen that she not display the bow so easily. Her quiver was similarly contained, leaving her with no free hands.

[zenpc]

Once he spotted her, he bounded to greet her and held out his snack as an offering. "Here." He stopped, looking to her bow and realizing her hands weren't free to take it, then changed his offering to point more toward her mouth.

"It's no good to come to something like this and not enjoy it, yeah?

[catchingseasons]

She leaned back an inch, the snack nothing but a golden blur so close to her face. "I ate."

[zenpc]

He pulled back himself, head falling to one side before his glasses started to slip, forcing him to right himself. God, those things were annoying.

"You didn't like it?"

[catchingseasons]

... What did 'it' mean in this case. Was 'it' the food she had eaten prior or the food he was offering her now?

Was she stupid for not understanding what it meant?

"It," she started, the word sounding not like a word to her after she had over-analyzed it, "was fine."

[zenpc]

He brightened with that, then ate it himself. No use letting it go to waste. "Right? This stuff is great." He glanced over his shoulder at Roman. "Maybe he'll relax later in the night. It's not like anything is going to happen."

[zenpc]

At the look, Roman shot back a glare. It was his, 'quit goofing off, Zale, this is serious business,' glare, which Zale could translate expertly by now.

[catchingseasons]

She followed his glance. "If Roman relaxed at all, it is a mystery how he does it," she said quietly, thinking of all the times she had seen him. His posture was the same, sturdy, stiff.

She returned her attention to Tiberonne. "You don't think anything will happen." The way she said it was a mix between a statement and a question.

[zenpc]

Zale flashed a bright, wide grin at Roman in return. It was his typical response.

He looked back at Noelle, snatching something from a passing waiter and chewing on it while she spoke. "Think of it this way," he said, mouth full, "Expecting something to happen won't make it happen less if it's gonna."

[catchingseasons]

She watched him talk with his mouth full with no disapproval, though she disliked it because it made some of his words difficult to decipher.

He ate... so much...