Crystal
Sword FFO Survivor:
Ghaleon
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OOC: For some reason, I almost always
type "OCC" and then have to go and correct it - wouldn't want
people to think that what I was writing was just "Old
Crocodile Crap" or anything.
*Clapclapclap*
Good story,
Magus! Too bad I missed most of it by starting with this
Tournament.
Thanks a ton, Minty! I owe you one.
You know what? Me write more
story now.
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Ghaleon looked closely at the candy provided him
by the goddess. No traces of evil magic, nor of more mundane
poisons. He breathed a sigh of relief. So, there is still
someone in this that I can trust. I will not forget this,
Valkyrie.
Ghaleon was growing weary of the waiting,
and so were the spectators. He was half-tempted to attack
someone, but he had no intention of violating one of his core
principles over simple boredom. He decided to entertain
himself, instead. He walked over to ZombieRonfar, now passed
out with no beer left to sustain him, and handed him a
six-pack from the nearby vendor's stand. ZombieRonfar's eyes
popped open, and he drank one of the cans straight away.
Ghaleon relieved the vendor of some of his popcorn, as well,
and sat backwards in one of the lower bleachers, looking up at
his dead-drunk (literally) companion, waiting for the
real show to
begin.
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OOC: I hope Daig's
still on.
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