Ale King - Quinn vs. Seigi

Quinn was rather gone now, the blood has drained from his face, leaving behind deep gullies that were once full cheeks, his skin no longer porcelain white, but a sickly pale beneath heavy flustering. He was a zombie, who was agreeing to any matches that came his way. The next competitor, some random girl.

"Uuuh... muuur..."

@Seigi

Wellness: - 15
Drunkenness: + 40

Thrown dice:

98

52

39

66

57

24

32

51

444
Win: 1 / Lose: 4​

 

"AN ALIEN!" He was... green! Totally. Aliens were evil. The bane of humanity. Despite how intoxicated she was, in face of an Alien, her Justice senses were tingling. "I shall drink you into oblivion, you evil alien scum thing! Get. Out." Yeah he was, like, totally green! ... But also looked kinda dead? A zombie alien?!

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 85

Thrown dice:

23

94

15

30

55

89

72

92

Result: 555
Win: 4 / Lose: 4
​

 

The blonde scanned her surroundings, asked people around her for directions to find her destination where a certain someone was in dire need of help, because the coordinates system wasn’t exactly perfect. Perhaps it was because of the whole festival going on, but the blonde eventually noticed the directions she received by the people around her weren’t quite... Accurate, either. That was a given considering the party, drinking and games happening. “Woebegone. What have you done, Quinn…” the blonde scratched her chin with her index finger. Her eyes widened as the realization she was approaching the problem at hand incorrectly.

She just had to look for his spiky green hair amidst the crowd. Sure, there were a lot of colors. But the blonde magecrafter was hesitantly confident(?) on her skills to find her party member. Eyes squinting on her surroundings, Indra tried her best to spot the green hedgehog… Except she spotted a zombiehog instead. Her hands reached out to him as she supported his right arm on her shoulders. “Strict. It appears I really cannot leave your side for a few hours, drunkhog. I am hereby declaring you may not drink any more alcohol during this festival, do you hear m-- Kyaa.”

Due to his awkward balance and wonky steps, they lost their balance and planted their face on the ground. Both of them covered in dirt, her monotone grumbling and Quinn’s zombified attempts at communication combined would make anyone mistake them for two risen lumbering in the Dark Harvest.

They had a long way to go before reaching the medical booths…​

@Quinn

 

Quinn could barely stand straight In his zombified state, his body was beyond his control as he swayed to and from, eventually finding himself being propped up by the smaller girl who had come to pick him up. Seeing that he wasn't like his usual self, Quinn grabbed onto tightly not knowing where to put his hands. Even in his drunken state, he didn't want to grab the wrong thing. And so, he decided he would hold onto Indra's cheek, because it felt right? Though, it did result in him pressing his flustered face against the girl's neck.

"Ohm my, I didn't know you had sisters, zoomba ex, quintuplets at that, ehehe, so many Indra!"

Quinn commented as he reached for what he saw in his field of vision, only to have confusion dock his face as he looked at his hand, not knowing how he couldn't feel Indra's sisters. Quinn had a mild existential crisis on the level of Jaden Smith's twitter before he turned toward Indra. He then turned her face toward him and looked right into her eyes.

"How can mirrors bee real if our eyes aren't real?"

@Indra