The Great Hunt: Overlord!
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shiva_dancing_backup Who: Glenn, Reno, open
What: Hunting the mark Overlord, practicing new technique
When: During the Halloween Party
Where: From the South Gate of Rabanastre, then Phon Coast, and finally Sochen Cave Palace for the hunt
Rating: T for possible blood and language
Glenn leaned against the wall in the South Gate of Rabanastre, his left hand cross over his chest while his right held a document, a file on his mark, the Overlord. It certainly appeared to be intimidating with the malevolent aura and headlessness, and he couldn't forget about the spiked club, but Glenn knew the shot was taken close up, merely making the others think twice about accepting the hunt. The file in his hand though was proving to be useful in formulating a strategy. His only downside against facing such a beast was his use of elements, and out of the three people in his group, he was the weakest when it came to magic. But that was a Dragoon for ya, always preferring close-range combat. Glenn didn't know if he was overconfident or not, but anything at this rate beat would beat wearing the Chocobo outfit he wore earlier and going to the party; humiliation and celebration were not his favorite things to do.
He wondered how his friends were doing, hopefully talking to each other like old times. A week had passed since the Hell Hound incident, and all he could think about then was getting home before Porre seizes the land he and the others worked so hard to protect from the likes of Lynx and the late Dragon Gods. Now all of a sudden he worried about those two, expecting them to lock him out while they "caught up." Instead, what does he find? The two acting like they don't exist half the time!
He knew running the bar and taking care of themselves were their top priority, but they way the acted fueled his frustration. This time, while they were at the party, they would at least open up to one another. Then again, he'd probably need a backup plan in the event he got locked out, having never acquired his own key.
Looking at the various citizens in costumes as he waited for a partner, he sighed heavily, wondering where he/she was.
"For the love of the former Dragon Gods," he finally muttered. "What is taking them so long?"
What: Hunting the mark Overlord, practicing new technique
When: During the Halloween Party
Where: From the South Gate of Rabanastre, then Phon Coast, and finally Sochen Cave Palace for the hunt
Rating: T for possible blood and language
Glenn leaned against the wall in the South Gate of Rabanastre, his left hand cross over his chest while his right held a document, a file on his mark, the Overlord. It certainly appeared to be intimidating with the malevolent aura and headlessness, and he couldn't forget about the spiked club, but Glenn knew the shot was taken close up, merely making the others think twice about accepting the hunt. The file in his hand though was proving to be useful in formulating a strategy. His only downside against facing such a beast was his use of elements, and out of the three people in his group, he was the weakest when it came to magic. But that was a Dragoon for ya, always preferring close-range combat. Glenn didn't know if he was overconfident or not, but anything at this rate beat would beat wearing the Chocobo outfit he wore earlier and going to the party; humiliation and celebration were not his favorite things to do.
He wondered how his friends were doing, hopefully talking to each other like old times. A week had passed since the Hell Hound incident, and all he could think about then was getting home before Porre seizes the land he and the others worked so hard to protect from the likes of Lynx and the late Dragon Gods. Now all of a sudden he worried about those two, expecting them to lock him out while they "caught up." Instead, what does he find? The two acting like they don't exist half the time!
He knew running the bar and taking care of themselves were their top priority, but they way the acted fueled his frustration. This time, while they were at the party, they would at least open up to one another. Then again, he'd probably need a backup plan in the event he got locked out, having never acquired his own key.
Looking at the various citizens in costumes as he waited for a partner, he sighed heavily, wondering where he/she was.
"For the love of the former Dragon Gods," he finally muttered. "What is taking them so long?"
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