#❝ duty commenced; sugar quest iv. ( event )

[innerbeast]

( ! ) QUEST ACCEPTED

The Sweet-Smelling Spawner ( @impinged )

"ya did agree t' tag along, least ya could do is humor me with a bit o' enthusiasm!" though it's hard to compete with his own. despite the displeasure of having everything drenched in sugar, the challenges that came with the new scenery were always welcome. a chance to break away from the same old day-to-day, to strive towards the unknown!

an adventurer through and through, truly. one who benefitted a bit better when paired with others, at that. which brings attention to the traveler he's talked into venturing alongside him. nothing better to do, so he was told. a relatable statement.

"i've not had a proper task given to me like this in ages, let's have some fun with it, eh?" an arm extends to offer his companion a hearty pat against their shoulder, ears bouncing with the flash of a grin. " 'sides, reward ought to be good with all the slayin' required. sure if could be worth your while--..." huh.

dar finds himself pausing, mouth hung open as though more should follow. silence trails on, instead.

"what did ya say your name was again?" had he even asked, or had he gone and let excitement keep him from something so basic ( again )? immediately forgetting was also a possibility.

[innerbeast]

Dar'khol Moshantu ☼ Heartbreaker

weapon: candy corn axe armour 'flavour': caramel

SKILLS:

GUSHER BURST

TOFFEE STRIKE

SHIELD OF HARD CANDY

CINNAMON HEARTS

STATS:

STRENGTH: 10

MAGIC: 2

ENDURANCE: 5

SPEED: 3

[innerbeast]

( ! ) QUEST ACCEPTED

Sweet Sculps Resituated ( @wshingwells )

there's a short 'meow' that prompts dar'khol's response, a quickened jog set in its given direction. "didja find one? didn't think ya'd care to help me--" the warrior's voice trails off, approach slowing to a stop as shoulders sag with a sigh. he held the assumption his gaelicat had warmed up to the idea of aiding his search, but all she's done is found a new face to butter up.

"... me," dar breaths in soft defeat, palms dropping to rest against his hips. a tired stare meets boo's own, widened look. not an ounce of regret in those eyes, huh? go figure. as for her new source of attention...

"i see she's made herself comfortable with ya. sorry if she's gotten in the way at all, we were suppose to be gatherin' up lil' sculptures." eyes narrow, shifting back to the purring gaelicat before putting emphasis on his, "not cuddlin' up to th' next pretty face that passed up by."

[innerbeast]

( ! ) QUEST ACCEPTED

It Ain't a Fantasy Without a Dragon ( @swordsovereign )

"oy, syphon!" heavy trots quiet down, bibidi guided into an eased stop. the avian stretches its neck with a hearty squawk in greeting, matching his riders friendly demeanor. with a ruffle of feathers, the chocobo lowers ( barely ) and dar'khol drops from the saddle.

once more, seofon is greeted, this time with a risen hand. he'd hardly say he knows the guy, but he's familiar enough. they've crossed paths, what was it... twice now? memory blurred some recalling their first meeting, taking place in a dream the warrior would sooner forget. their second instance dar had barely taken a glance at the man, swallowed in the moment of angelic conflict. perhaps now things might go a fair bit differently -- positively, at that!

"i'd been considerin' pluckin' up a second set o' hands, and here ya are along the way!" from dar'khol's side, his partner seems to snort. an outstretched head bumping against the miqo'te's shoulder as if to insist his company not be forgotten. it wasn't, never could be. he reassures the bird as such with a hand through its feathers before continuing. "been meanin' to catch up with ya proper, anyways. huntin' down a dragon sure as hells' seems a good means of doin' just that. whaddaya say?" it's worked for the warrior in the past, surely it would benefit now. right?

[innerbeast]

"mallow, huh?" alright, they've earned a snort from the warrior with that, but it remains far from as upbeat as he'd prefer. beggars weren't to be choosers, though. he'd have to roll with the punches this new companion of his would bring and, so far, they were landing pretty softly. maybe there was some truth to that prior statement.

"sure! whatever ya say, siftin'." thumb pops up above a closed fist, dual-toned eyes watching the catapulted jellybean rise up, and fall back into palm. never much cared for chewy sweets like these, but it was proving a decent fidget. well, at least until it eventually melted in his grasp. something to deal with later, because up it goes, again! once, twice, thrice.

once it lands upon its last throw, dar rolls it between his fingers for a beat. right up until he's flicking it back towards siffrin. "aye, i do. i'm no stranger to takin' up jobs, be 'em odd or otherwise -- so long's they keep me busy! or they offer decent coin."

and there's the snag at his curiosity. hooked and tugged inward with the turn of the miqo'te's head, ears perked. "savin' the world, huh? so you're familiar with gettin' in the thick of it! good, good. ain't a stranger to it, either. i've set off to save my own." a few times, at that, but he wasn't here to brag. took the fun out of the journey, anyway.

"this certainly holds no candle to somethin' as grand as that, which is why--" dar's pace quickens a few steps, tail brushing against the others cloak in place of an urging hand, "-- we make some fun of it! th' caves are just ahead, let's move it!"

before there could even be room for complaint, dar'khol's practically rushing in. a giddy sway in the wagging appendage behind him.

"i bet this sweetened axe i can crush that spawner faster than ya can reach it!"

"Huh. Last I checked, I was practically drowning in enthusiasm!" You pat your hands against your cloak, as if enthusiasm is something one merely misplaces. You even make a show of turning one of your pockets inside out, though you narrowly lose a pouch of jellybeans in the process. You can work with that!

"Ahh, my mistake. Just jellybeans." Such an easy mix up! You reach into the pouch, pinch one between your fingers, and flick it in his direction. These ones are just snacks, so you don't have to worry about wasting your arsenal (yet.) The pouch gets refastened to your belt, double knotted for security.

Still, your newfound companion is right. You could have just wandered here and there, loitered if you so wished, but nothing will pass the time quite as quickly as you want. So you might as well help! Wouldn't be the first time you simply tagged along for an epic quest. You're not going to think about that though~!

The pat to your shoulder does not win him any favors. Your strained facade falters slightly as you readjust your weight, a stutter to your step. Surely you can play it off as tripping on one of the stupid chocolate rocks littered about this sickeningly sweet path.

"Siffrin. He/they, and I'd consider myself to have a more mallow personality, despite the licorice..." That's all your bases covered, right?

You take a wide step to the side to avoid another potential incoming hand against you. You see to fidgeting with your dagger, twirling it around your finger by its hook. "I'm not really desperate for a reward or anything, but I guess that's motivation enough." You are literally just doing this because you can! You don't want to know what this says about you though!! "But, you do this kinda stuff often, then? Last quest I was on was to save the world, so this feels a little lower on the ladder." Hey, didn't say you're not thinking about that?