And just like that, he had lost another round. This was signified by the one time he could understand a word being heard, it was not his name that was called by the time the now named Uhmoneyy(?) had left the table as he waved her away. One thing was certain; the golden haired man didn't recognize that woman at all, nor her style of clothing or anything of the sort, yet she had willingly drank with him. Weeiirddddd, the word stretched in his mind, unable to cohesively think it all the way through. Zelrius knew things were bad, he couldn't even articulate a single word, silently, to himself, let alone out loud. Yet, his body wasn't compelled to do anything but sit where he was, watching the mugs get refilled and now, a slightly more familiar figure sat in front of him. One he remembered actually being quite fond of, but to be honest, between the fisheye-ing view, the wobbly terrain, and the forming dark spots in his vision, the swordsman couldn't really tell of who it was, just that his brain was screaming recognition. @Ueno Mizuki Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 100 Thrown dice: 69 58 72 76 25 80 7 57 544 TOTAL Wins: 8 / Losses: 4
Mizuki had been enjoying the festival by wandering through it without really partaking in any of the events and games that were being advertised and put on display. Her tail swished from side to side behind her as she watched with curiosity, wanting to learn more about what kind of things one could expect form a festival in Terrasphere but not knowing where to join herself. After the battle on the wall she had been feeling strange, so she'd been a bit more cautious about getting involved with others... especially since she found that she had a harder time than before keeping herself from saying something harsh or getting irritated. Her bet was that entering the berserkergang so fully and then staying immersed for an extended period of time had an effect on her mind, but she didn't have any way to prove that. She spotted golden hair a bit away, and she quickly headed in that direction. It looked like the people in this area were focused on a more straightforward and old-fashioned game, namely drinking yourself silly and seeing who could drink the most before falling over. That kind of game had always sounded very unhealthy to Mizuki, at least on Earth, but she figured that since this world had healing magic it'd be easier to get rid of the damage to your liver, since while healing magic didn't always have the same precision and thoroughness as medical care it did seem to beat normal medical aid hands down when it came to restoring damaged body parts to a pristine condition, and the main reason why it was difficult on Earth to heal the liver was because unlike healing magic doctors couldn't just purge the poison from the organ without damaging the organ as well. Anyway, it looked like Zelrius was one of the enthusiastic drinkers, and enthusiastic was certainly the appropriate term with how he looked like he could collapse at any moment. Mizuki raised an eyebrow at just how drunk he looked, but decided that it wasn't really her problem if he decided to drink himself into a coma at this festival. She might end up dragging him towards a healer (preferably one that wasn't drunk) afterwards, but if that's how he wanted to enjoy the festival all the power to him. In fact... Sitting down opposite of Zelrius Mizuki grabbed a drink for herself. "The faster I drink you into unconsciousness the faster you'll get to a healer I guess." With that she began to drink, figuring that with how drunk Zelrius already was it shouldn't be too difficult to beat him and get him to pass out. @Zelrius Wellness: - 10 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 95 78 20 81 92 83 72 77 TOTAL: 588 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
