#aspiringartisan

               Company is dared to be called  DANGEROUS  in his own right ,  nevertheless put in  danger  within the retinue and along their path .  from the moment they set out has luck applauded and scorned them  —  the ferry .  insomnia .  rumored deaths and those to be proven true .   it is not something most would choose to follow . yet  he  had always been an  odd soul  since their first meeting .  

“  should you bow out ,  there are no hard feelings .  ”    he’s proven his worth in his own way .  provided conversation if not entertainment .  a  well-received change  in pace from hunting around for stones .   dino has ,  in his own way ,  earned a  place  with them .  

             “  ... we have no way of knowing what the disc may hold .  it  will  be dangerous .  ”  

He never much liked the smell of salt, nor the spray of the sea when he stood near the edge of the docks. The sand, the sand was everywhere. But this was the cost to meet with the Prince, to start the plan that had been years in the making. He had no other option, no other place to go. 

He had paced to and fro, stepping over the same creaking board ten times over before deciding to return to the bench down below where the boat should be arriving. However, when he had returned to his previous perch, there sat another in his place.

How irritating. 

Yet in the hatchlings haste the porcelain was pulled down alongside the food it carried, CRASHING onto the wooden panels below. Instantly the alarm came, feet thudding heavily as they made to CAPTURE the young beast. But they were determined ; the worth of a bass did not matter to them, be it two or two thousand gil, for food was FOOD and the little one had been devoid of it for FAR too long. Nevermind that the fish was nearly as big as it, proving running to be a difficult task -- but they were determined, and it was a mad dash without care for direction as the entirety of the Quay was thrown into disarray. 

Claws scuttled down steps and darted off to the side, water making the hatchling balk as it scampered onto the dock. A dead end awaited it, devoid of people except for one unassuming two-leg on a bench, and with the inability to swim the beast had LITTLE other choice but to SCRAMBLE between his legs -- desperate to hide somehow.

No Items, Chocobo Only, Final (Fantasy) Destination

     Now there is an idea, certainly.

leorugiet replied to your post: “     Concept:      All of us, throwing our muses in a big, empty pit,...”:

do we get weapons or not because it'll end pretty quickly otherwise.

     A part of me is tempted to say we ought to do this Hunger Games style. A limited amount of weapons in the center of the arena–

aspiringartisan replied to your post “     Concept:      All of us, throwing our muses in a big, empty pit,...”

spoiler: Dino wouldn't

     Perhaps... perhaps that was the plan all along.

amiiciitia replied to your post “     Concept:      All of us, throwing our muses in a big, empty pit,...”

that would be fun