<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, Shiloh <strong>Mentioned:</strong> None.</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">“Hmmm…?” Geb hummed as he heard the feminine squeak of a mouse. The android’s red eyes peered over his shoulder, settling on the silver-haired, and all too chipper girl. She liked to talk…<em>a lot</em>. Instead of feel intimidated or bothered by his appearance, the girl continued to flap her gums as though he had been just anyone. Geb turned to face her and silently stared at her both in surprise and disbelief. Nobody talked to him. Everyone just jumped like Baker Girl or stayed out of his way. The only conversation he could ever recall having was when he was with his old gang at their secret hideout. It was just before he left to travel to Caerduja.<br/><br/>As Shiloh apologized, the baker waved her hands, her arm rolls waving with them as she said, “Oh no! He was just leaving.”<br/><br/>Geb’s eyes slowly rolled to the corners of his eyes in the direction of the baker before his head tilted after. He gave her a silent and ominous side-glance before his eyes rolled down to see Yappy Girl bowing. She wanted to give him her dessert.<br/><br/>“There’s no such thing, dear. The food here is free for all competitors. As long as you have a badge, you can eat as much as you want. Everyone else has to pay.”<br/><br/><del>Geb cleared his throat and flicked his wrist, while his other hand rested on his hip. “We~ell~ actually I am competing. How kind of you to ask. You’re a visitor too? That’s awesome. We should go browsing together. I just love Ramdunan food. It is just so delish. I have to recommend you try the long johns. Or anything! It’s probably all delicious.”<br/><br/>Geb started walking with her. “I see you use a bow. That’s pretty cool. That takes quite some skill to use effectively. How good would you say you are?”</del><br/><br/>“I am competing,” Geb finally answered Shiloh. His voice had an electronic hum. “If we meet in the tournament, I’m going to choke you with your bow string until your head comes off.”<br/><br/>The android turned and walked away. It hadn’t been the response he had imagined. What he had imagined had just seemed too unrealistic. No one was that nice. She had a modus operandi that he didn’t have time for. Lost; alone; desiring companionship until she could dump him with cooler and more human friends. She wasn’t clever. She was probably used to using her helpless damsel routine on many a white knight idiot. No one would just outright approach someone like him without a plan. Fuck her plan.<br/><br/>The baker had a forced grin on her face. She had never heard or seen anyone treat a young lady in such a way. The man had matched how he appeared. He was a brute. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat, hoping to break the awkwardness. “Might I interest you in an éclair?”<br/><br/>Geb found a wine tasting table. The short sommelier smiled and greeted, “Step right up- oh…”<br/><br/>He saw the red, grit teeth from beneath the hood. The corner of the mouth was smudged in a white cream of sorts. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at, but it gave him the creeps. There could have been a human skull under there. The fruit-eaters were often creepy folk.<br/><br/>“I want something strong, dark, and sweet. I don’t want any of that dry shit,” Geb demanded. “Something with a nice bouquet.”<br/><br/>“Uh...oh! A nice bouquet you say. You should try our traditional wine. Our Ramdunan red is quite strong, full, and has sweet flavors like black cherry and strawberry. There’s a bit of an earthy, soil-like taste too—some customers note.”<br/><br/>“I’ll try it.”<br/><br/>The sommelier bent over to retrieve the bottle from a collection lined at his feet. Geb peered at the fat man’s ass, raised and pressing against his blue trousers, expressing a temptingly-thick wallet.<br/><br/><del>Geb reached out to quickly snatch it.<br/><br/>“Hey!” cried a guard as he charged toward him.</del><br/><br/>Geb glanced over his shoulder at the passing guard. There were so many people passing by him that someone was bound to see him and report him. They moved like a river constantly going from one amusement to the next. He might not have been able to pick the sommelier’s pocket but there were hundreds of pockets to pick while he was competing. There was no hurry. His attention returned to the man when he straightened, setting the bottle on top of the table. He huffed as though bending over had taken some effort and picked up the bar towel to wipe the light perspiration from his round face.<br/><br/>“Got it,” he said happily. He grasped the bottle opener and started screwing it into the cork.</span>