Eula
Brook and his hearty misfit crew of odds and ins travelled back - back to the place they had all met, within the city surrounding the oh so high and mighty Sandwing stronghold. The heat on his scales and wings brought back pleasant- and painful memories alike... All of which culminated in Brook having a little bit too much to drink in order to drown his sorrows associated with the area- every sandstone step was disgustingly too familiar to him- when he was sober he could see the places him and his lover had spent their days as if he was still there, but drunk- all he could see was two of every dragon in the market. 

It was an oddity to see a Seawing of all dragons, loitering around the marketplace - he stood out like a sore thumb, and thanks to the quick onset of dusk due to his day drinking- he stood out even further with each swig he took- which amounted to his bioluminescent spots and stripes glowing enough to light up the city block- much to the annoyance of the locals. 

Out of the crowd of faces and in a half-drunken stupor he spotted something that stunk more than a scavenger- Royalty- ohhhh yes- he could spot it- smell it- feel it a nautical mile - no maybe just a few meters at *Best* - in the distance. The way the smug, pompous looking bastard walked- the apathetic look in his eye as he strutted through the common folk that quickly made ay for 'his majesty' - Brook couldn't help but smile- taking one last swig before trailing the noble into a less crowded part of the marketplace.

The shiteating grin on the young Seawings face spoke volumes as he sauntered over next to the Sandwing prince and loudly cleared his throat - trying to shake off the fading buzz as alcohol quickly passed through his system and he had slowed down quite a bit as the day passed since they arrived at the break of dawn. He never went into these kinds of interactions with a gameplan- and knew if Basalt were here right now- he'd be fuming Brook even got this close to Sandwing royalty while the Seawing was 'off the job'

"Well I'll be scuttled about the sands of possibility like an Emperor Scorpion - you're Jogger, aren'tcha?" 

Brook had a nasty habit of inflating his mockery of people he had already decided he didn't like from a distance- he watched with eager anticipation for the royal's response - but mostly their expression- yes- he knew Walker, he make it a point to know the court of every Kingdom just in case he got his big break in a kidnapping someday so he knew who to contact and when. 

"The name's B- " He caught himself- not particularly wanting to say his real name- "Bull- it's a fine evenin to come crawlin out from under your pretty rock, hm?~"
Landon
I'll respond whenever I can- probably will be Saturday when I have nothing to do between 10 am and 9 pm ish.

I'll get to this tonight- hopefully. After a Power Nap
Edward
He had been silently wandering around, his tail coiled up tightly behind him since he was wary of people around here. He wasn't really supposed to be here in the first place, if he was being honest. He wasn't always allowed outside of the castle, but he obviously didn't care. He had been walking to a less crowded spot to get some space for himself, before noticing the quite drunk Sea'Wing behind him. Hissing slightly, his ruffled his his wings before facing towards the Sea'Wing with his tail swaying. 

"It's *Prince* Walker to you." He muttered, a little bit offended they didn't neccesarily call him a Prince, not the fact they called him Jogger. He was slightly used to that, since he was... Strange in his own way. "Besides, you clearly shouldn't be following me or talking to me. I can very easily get you into jail and find out why you're here in the first place." He snorted, his tail flicking to a side rather quickly, as if he was warning them to not come any closer. 

"Bull, you say? A strange name for a Sea'Wing, let alone one who decides to drink out of their mind." He rolled his eyes, sitting down as his tail coiled around himself. He clearly wasn't taking much offense, his expression a bored one, mocking even.
Eula
Brook ate the attention up- surprised Walker even cared to oblige in a conversation with what he probably considered 'a scoundrel of the highest degree'. He grinned at Walker's correction- rolling his eyes slowly. "Aye- fine, 'Prince Walleye'~" He chuckled and looked him up and down as if assessing his value based on a set of criteria- not different from how he's assess the value of a pretty trinket he nabbed while out at sea. "'Should'... 'shouldn't' - I speak to who I please whenever I please- public, private, everything in between~ Plus- a night on solid ground's never finished without a trip behind bars." The seawing took Walker's threatening gesture as a challenge happily moving a few inches closer for the sake of sheer spite. 

"Bull's a strange name for a Seawing? And I reckon you fancy 'Walker' is common for a Sandwing?" He scoffed with a shit-eating smile on his face before laughing rather loudly- the rancid smell of alcohol on his breath was louder than the sounds coming from his snout. 

"As for *Why* I'm here- since you're quite concerned about that it seems... I'm actually celebrating if you couldn't tell. Had a quick stop in the Scorpion Den- but that's not really a place for partyin - nor a place for drinkin in the streets unfortunately." He softly chuckled before clearing his throat. 

"That does bring me to a question though, your 'sandiness'.." He did a sarcastic bow "What are *You* Doing in the marketplace of Possibility? It's safer than the Scorpion Den- but no place for a puff and fluff figure like yourself- plenty of dangerous miscreants walk the more... Unsafe streets. I would know of course." He nodded with a smile before correcting himself. "Nah that I'd uh kidnap and hold you for ransom on a street corner- I have more class than that, meet me out at sea and maybe we can change that though, hm?~ Your 'highness'?~" It was difficult to tell if he was being genuine or sarcastic in the moment
Landon
*Messaging in here so the thread is more easily available*

Gonna end this here. Held off too long, no motivation.