[attr="class","sbox"] The spare roll of bandages rolled far and fast along the dusty festival ground, bringing with it Lunarisclan's Master Warrior. He stumbled down to pick it up, then continuing to complete his handwraps. His way back up towards the clouds, known to others just as 'standing up', put him on a collision path with a guard. Reeling slowly back, Kwai Tze-keung dusted off his armor, whose metal plates clinked softly at the touch. "Apologies, I do believe my handwrapping to have been sabotaged, a deliberate act of sabotage at that. I am simply joking, I-- Oh. Winters. Winters? I didn't post you to guarding, did I? I'd have wished for the large majority of the clan to be enjoying the festivities." He tucked a thumb under the bandages on his left hand, well positioned to remove the wraps on a whim. "Should you wish to go have a look round, I would be happy to cover your post for however long, Winters. And, for your superior, you can certainly direct them to me, should they take issue. This is leisure time, meant to be spent at your, well, exactly that." He stamped his boot lightly in the ground, to reinforce his statement, with a jovial smile.
Insanity, the poison that plagues every one of us. At all costs, I must discover it, I must fix it. Its a lonely path. A far-fetched imbecilic cause, but I know that the old me would have wanted this. That me I will respect at all costs, until the end of time. Until the end of my god-forsaken life.
poison fills her veins as the clock hits midnight
Unfazed but slightly annoyed by Kwai's blunder, Midnight looked up and responded. "Although in name I am a Crafter, you still are the only one who could assign me to a post, Kwai," she reasoned, "So I am clearly here for my own sake. I was worried things might get out of hand. I was going to spend time working inside the comfort of my home, but that felt irresponsible." She paused and then added. "I don't like parties."
After a minute of regaining her composure, she continued, "If you mean what you say, then why aren't you taking your 'leisure time?' It is hypocritical to take my spot at your expense, don't you think?"
[attr="class","sbox"] The warrior could not help but make light at his forgetfulness: "I suppose, in keeping true to that which I have prognosticated, I'll direct me, to me. I'm sure it'll be resolved by supper. Hm." Hands all wrapped tight, he pivoted in speech now, to address her more properly. "Hm. If your curriculum vitae is anything to go off of, irresponsibility is hardly a word most would associate with you, let alone any member of the Winters. In any case, I've had more than enough leisure time, so have others at my own expense. My previous hand wraps, ashes. The crafters adjacent said to me it was heat, from friction. Do you believe that? Silly. In an- I've already said that. Going forwards," He blinked but his expression, his features froze. "What things do you feel could go 'out of hand'?"
Insanity, the poison that plagues every one of us. At all costs, I must discover it, I must fix it. Its a lonely path. A far-fetched imbecilic cause, but I know that the old me would have wanted this. That me I will respect at all costs, until the end of time. Until the end of my god-forsaken life.
poison fills her veins as the clock hits midnight
Elizabeth had hoped she had properly redirected her superior, but it was clear he was still going to be insistent on her joining the party. In truth, she really didn't think anything would go out of hand, but she was on post to keep an eye out on some of her friends. She didn't feel like explaining that whole mess so she told an unimpressive lie, "Terrorists. W-wanderer terrorists might come."
"But you don't have to worry, I am keeping an eye out for them. I'll be sure to report to you when I see them. So you don't need to worry."
She was glad at least he could have some fun during the event.