Shadow Slayers

Kama and Daryn were somehow capable of understanding each other with their mouths full as Kama shouted "YOU ALREADY HAVE SO MANY GOD DAMN CROISSANTS IN YOUR MOUTH, AND BESIDES THIS FLOOR IS MORE CLEAN THAN MY OLD FIERY ASSHOLE! JUST EAT THE DAMN THING! I'LL GET YOU A DIFFERENT STEAK YOU SHITHEAD!"
Kama picked the croissant off of the floor and threw it at Daryn's face. Immediately afterwards Kama ran over to the table and was about to pick up another steak to throw the steak at Daryn's face as well, instead of handing it to her like a civilized human being.
(([EDIT] credit to Rannie for coming up with the Kama's old fiery asshole joke lol.))

Daryn attempted to catch the precious croissant but it ended up hitting her forehead instead. She caught it before it hit the floor again, but her anger remained.

"You idiot, YOU could have gotten a different steak, you know!" she shouted back, now no longer with her mouth full. She approached the table to get herself more food now that the food she had already gotten was either stuck to Kama's face or in Kama's stomach. She didn't notice Kama's intention was to throw the steak at her face, and was immediately blinded by meat causing her to trip and fall to the floor. Her reaction was to shoot back up, grab the same steak and throw it back at Kama's face.

"YOU GOD DAMNED IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Osseus woke up from his slumber, barely catching anything Kama said or noticing Luair's close proximity. The only things he could catch were "darik castle" "eat" and "ours". But that was more than enough to excite him to clean up and get going. But first he had to get all the blood and gunk out. He scurried off to another part of the colosseum, wiping himself off with his ruined shirt and tossing it afterwards. Sifting through his bag, nothing was really going to fit considering how long ago he got his stuff. But one outfit remained at the bottom, staring him straight in the face. But he would have to deal with wearing it until he got someone to fix his stuff, or stole Tairaga's clothes. He ducked under the seats and quickly changed, hoping to dear Yakoshi no one saw anything. That would be a perfect basis for him to hire hit men.



He cringed slightly, realizing how ridiculous it looked on him considering his dark elven heritage, but it was something. He scurried off to collect his stuff and make his way to the castle, discovering mountains of food waiting for him to completely devour it. Unfortunately, everyone else was hungry too, so they easily got to it faster than he did. But he had plans.

He snickered slightly as he picked off bits of Kama's steak and fallen crossaints from Daryn along with other morsels from everyone else's plates, basically making sure he had the food he desperately needed. Whether or not anybody would notice he didn't care. He had to eat.

Then again, this was Darik Castle. Tairaga's house. And he was going to f-cking trash it like the child he was. A full-body portrait in particular caught his eye, depicting Tairaga in all of his "splendor". An idea struck him as soon as he swiped a pencil from Zerah's bag. He made his way over to the portrait, defacing it by drawing an unusually small phallus where such a thing would normally show up. He then wrote insult after insult all over the painting, poking fun at every part of his person as possible. Proud of his handiwork, he nudged Kama and pointed to the vandalized property. (basically saying stuff like "your asshole is a god damn one-stop-shop for demons","your hair looks like a god damn bulk fearen licked that shit in one direction" "ur dumb ass momma must have dressed your ass in her sleep")

"Look at this shit," He gestured, later making a request "You feel like doing this to all his other shitty ass portraits?"

It was certainly a nice alternative to moping around thinking about Luair. Whatever he was feeling, he had to work it out. Maybe it was that feeling his dad had for his mom, but there was no way he could ask them: they were decomposing fearen shit as far as he knew.

   Ooro's jaw nearly dropped at the sight of such grandeur. Her eyes flickered around the room, scanning each of the objects tentatively as she strolled past the portraits and paintings that aligned the castle's towering walls. A feast had been prepared, and a few of the recruits wasted no time in indulging the luxurious banquet. Daryn and Kama had even scurried off around the palace, quarreling over the morsels they had scampered away with. A chuckle escaped her, as the two were back to their regular selves once more. Yet as she sauntered over to take a seat at the table, she found herself with cold feet.

   ...It had been sixty years since Ooro had used proper etiquette. Granted, she wasn't going to be forced to use such, but upon seeing all the meats, breads, and greens organized so intricately and neatly made her gut riddled with anxiety. It was already different to be under an actual roof but even more so being that she had never stepped foot into a royal location of commerce as well. To not act as though one was put together felt... off. Needless to say, the whole situation presented itself intimidating. Surely, no one would hold her accountable for it? After all, Daryn had just launched a steak at Kama- who threw it back despite chasing after it in the first place. With her decision made, she grabbed herself a plate and piled an assortment of food onto it. After living off the land for so long, she hadn't been a picky eater- and adjusted to the bare minimum. However, while her plate's contents were essentially chosen blindly, the quantity was rather significant; it would appear she wanted more than just minimum than she was used to.

   Carefully, she picked at it with her cutlery with a few peeks to her left and right occasionally. Osseus had acquired a new change of clothes and was now... defacing, to put lightly, the portraits of the deceased tyrant. She raised an eyebrow at his colorful "vocabulary", almost wondering where he acquired such a vast accumulation of invective language. Kama had chimed in with Osseus' rampage, and she continued to watch as they vigorously scribbled over the once known "king."

((Okay so I don't want anyone to feel like their characters are forced to stay at the dinner table so if you wanna make your character wander around the castle but still want to attend the fearen discussion meeting that I had planned then let me know that your interested, and when I start the meeting I'll state in my post that your character came back to the table.))

Oxy was so preoccupied with everything going on in the room that he didn't even notice his mother sitting somberly by herself, or even glance in her direction when she finished the bread and slipped out of the room undetected. He was far too interested in Daryn and Kama, who were throwing food at each other aggressively. "Game?" He asked to no one, but by then Daryn had already started walking away and Kama had gone to write profanity on pictures of his recently deceased father. He felt left out and decided to try and start the game again, climbing up onto the table and reaching into a large bowl of pudding. He weighed it in his hand before aiming it at the guild leader's head and tossing it with surprising accuracy. It made a satisfying squish sound and he raised his arms above his head, jumping on the table.

"Goooooooal!"