[BCOLOR=#33cccc]Garett Killian[/BCOLOR]
"Horse-bro, what happened to playing it safe here? Why are we splitting up if we don't even know what sort of---"
Garett didn't finish his sentence before the first of them decided to go to the market. Then, things became pandemonium all at once with everyone choosing whether to hit the palace, the market, or--in the case of one particularly over-eager bird woman--the training grounds. Garett didn't have any sore sort of feeling in regards to the city itself, and doubted they would receive any danger, but there was inherently a large possibility that any one of them might discover some sort of ability on accident and set something on fire, hurt someone, or perhaps even do worse.
"Look, we can't run off willy-nilly to go see the sights if we're doing that on our own. It's too dangerous, and most of us hardly know each others' names. Imagine, then, how hard it will be to regroup if something goes awry." He addressed the group as he spoke, before turning to Phillipos directly.
"You seem overeager to be in charge, so I sure hope you know the move you're making back to front. I would usually accompany you to the queen, but it appears one of us is now alone in a monster's body somewhere only vaguely referred to as the "training grounds", which, for all we know, could be some sort of fantasy gladiator pit. I'm going to head after her, but in dealing with this queen I'd very much like to know what sort of person she is when we reconvene. It will be useful for our group to know all that we can of this place's ruling caste before deciding if we need to strike out on our own or not."
Then, Garett turned back to the team behind him and said, "I'm heading to the training grounds as well if anyone wants to try and figure out just what the hell these bodies are capable of."
He was displeased by the lack of unity on the team, but then again he was extremely curious about the city of Noval. What sort of manner of people resided here, and what sort of culture did they practice? Garett's mood began to soften as he thought of how many things had surprised him in so little a time. The group was playing at a disadvantage: they didn't know the game board at all, their respective roles, or how to work as a team, but he figured that if ever there was a location where a group so strange as they might build those skills it would appear to be this city.
There was another reason he was heading to the training grounds though, and a less noble one at that. With a sideways glance, Garett examined the frosty white mist radiating from his fingertips. He felt a potential similar to how one knows they can move a limb or bat an eyelash if they wanted to. Whatever the urge was, he needed to test it--needed to feel it--but also needed to do so somewhere he figured there would be less to destroy.
After opening and clenching his fist to hold back the urge, he stepped apart from the group and meandered towards the part of the city the gatekeeper had mentioned. He had heard the girl call herself Candace, and so as he walked he began to call after her. "Candace! Candace, wait for the group, dammit! Candace?!"
"Horse-bro, what happened to playing it safe here? Why are we splitting up if we don't even know what sort of---"
Garett didn't finish his sentence before the first of them decided to go to the market. Then, things became pandemonium all at once with everyone choosing whether to hit the palace, the market, or--in the case of one particularly over-eager bird woman--the training grounds. Garett didn't have any sore sort of feeling in regards to the city itself, and doubted they would receive any danger, but there was inherently a large possibility that any one of them might discover some sort of ability on accident and set something on fire, hurt someone, or perhaps even do worse.
"Look, we can't run off willy-nilly to go see the sights if we're doing that on our own. It's too dangerous, and most of us hardly know each others' names. Imagine, then, how hard it will be to regroup if something goes awry." He addressed the group as he spoke, before turning to Phillipos directly.
"You seem overeager to be in charge, so I sure hope you know the move you're making back to front. I would usually accompany you to the queen, but it appears one of us is now alone in a monster's body somewhere only vaguely referred to as the "training grounds", which, for all we know, could be some sort of fantasy gladiator pit. I'm going to head after her, but in dealing with this queen I'd very much like to know what sort of person she is when we reconvene. It will be useful for our group to know all that we can of this place's ruling caste before deciding if we need to strike out on our own or not."
Then, Garett turned back to the team behind him and said, "I'm heading to the training grounds as well if anyone wants to try and figure out just what the hell these bodies are capable of."
He was displeased by the lack of unity on the team, but then again he was extremely curious about the city of Noval. What sort of manner of people resided here, and what sort of culture did they practice? Garett's mood began to soften as he thought of how many things had surprised him in so little a time. The group was playing at a disadvantage: they didn't know the game board at all, their respective roles, or how to work as a team, but he figured that if ever there was a location where a group so strange as they might build those skills it would appear to be this city.
There was another reason he was heading to the training grounds though, and a less noble one at that. With a sideways glance, Garett examined the frosty white mist radiating from his fingertips. He felt a potential similar to how one knows they can move a limb or bat an eyelash if they wanted to. Whatever the urge was, he needed to test it--needed to feel it--but also needed to do so somewhere he figured there would be less to destroy.
After opening and clenching his fist to hold back the urge, he stepped apart from the group and meandered towards the part of the city the gatekeeper had mentioned. He had heard the girl call herself Candace, and so as he walked he began to call after her. "Candace! Candace, wait for the group, dammit! Candace?!"