<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9b/13/67/9b1367821532b3e938305cda6d55cd5b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Geb (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15856903#msg15856903)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> <em>Green</em><br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Ninja<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Browsing the food stalls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Prince Darril</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The music from the arena filled the interior along with the cheers of the crowd that made the foundations vibrate. A figure in a black, tattered cloak passed quietly like a spirit by people perusing the shops and food stands. A wide-hood was drawn up over the figure’s head, bathing his face in a darkness that made a few guards double-take. Out of suspicion, one of the guards turned and challenged, “Hey you!”<br/><br/>The cloaked man stopped and held up over his left shoulder a plastic visitor’s badge on a red lanyard. The guard narrowed his eyes before he ordered, “Carry on.”<br/><br/>Lowering the badge, the figure continued. The corners of his lip-less mouth arched into a red-toothed grin. He wondered if he was giving off too much of a bad vibe. It seemed like fate that authorities could detect a killer and a crook without seeing or knowing him. Was he that obvious? He had been walking the interior ring, familiarizing himself with the various entrances and exits; the number of guards; and who and what was present. He had noticed the fat prince, scarfing down food, which alleviated one of his suspicions if the food was drugged—maybe. He watched the slob eat an entire plate for crying out loud. He could have been immune for all he knew. It was a habit of his to be careful. In his line of business, being careful kept him alive.<br/><br/>The music was somewhat nice. Geb didn’t usually have the time to listen to it. He also wasn’t around music as much. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed a plethora of colorful and sugary treats. They were artistically crafted and decorated with flowers, sprinkles, cocoa, and other edible designs. Reality slapped him in the face just then. He was at an event that offered <em>free</em> food. It wasn’t just any food. It was Ramdunan quality. He could have stolen a cupcake and sold it for a 100 gil outside of Caerduja. In some areas, he could have sold it for ten times more.<br/><br/>The machine’s red teeth parted and his similarly red tongue snaked out of his mouth and glided along his teeth like a scaled slug. He spent a good portion of his life stealing food to survive. He should indulge before the tournament started. Geb faced the dessert table and asked on an electronic voice, “This is all free right?”<br/><br/>The plump Ramdunan chef felt chills race up her back at the sound of the cloaked man’s voice. Her brown eyes gazed at the crimson teeth she could see grit in what looked like a grin. Was he a Fruit-Eater? But he wasn’t from Caerduja she thought. The baker sheepishly smiled and answered, “If you’re here to compete, then it’s free. I see you have your badge around your neck, so help yourself.”<br/><br/><em>Fuck yes</em>, Geb thought before he reached out with his hand for a chocolate-covered, vanilla cream-filled long john. The chef tensed at the sight of the cloaked stranger’s hand. His fingernails were a vibrant red like his teeth and his skin was black and appeared like stitched leather and plate. Was he wearing a suit? She wondered. It would explain his strange voice.<br/><br/>“Ahrmph!” Geb uttered as the whole pastry was passed into his mouth. He didn’t even take small bites. The chef jumped again. His suit seemed very real if he was able to eat without taking it off! Cream gushed through his teeth, creating a foam about his mouth that his tongue started to lap away. The chef looked away in disgust. Did he not have any manners?<br/><br/>Geb’s red eyes formed an inverted U of happiness as he licked the pads of his fingers. It had been like eating a light, fluffy cloud of sugar. The bread had been moist and chewy and the chocolate milky and cocoa-y enough. It made his tastebuds squeal. Geb turned away from the dessert table still wearing his content smile. As much as he wanted to keep pigging out on adorable sweets, he was conscious about how such temptations could ruin his physique. He was going to find himself some real food to pig out on.</span>