Apr. 15th, 2010

[info]war_ensouled

Gaav: Event: Doodling

Gaav has come into the pub, leaving two bikers on the street throwing punches at one another for something even they aren't sure about in his wake. His smile is as satisfied and wicked as a cat's with a struggling mouse in its paws. Out of his pocket he pulls out a large tankard and sets it on the bar counter with an order to fill it before he takes up a chair and plunks his booted feet onto another across from him.

His fingers tap idly on the table top as he waits for his drink to be brought to him and has he drinks in the rage from the streetfight, its a small snack but appealing for its burning violence. After a moment he looks down at the table top and there, singed into the table top is something very familiar.



Its part of the tribal style tattoo that covers the entire back of his body from nape of his neck to bottom of his calfs, this from just over his left shoulder, one of the three heads of the dragon that sweeps up his back. The rest of it is a network of flames and weapons that shimmer black to red like living hot embers. Each of his generals had carried similar flame tattoos somewhere on their body: Rigo along his left thigh and hip, Tulizi circling out from her always bare navel, others on upper arms, wrapped around shins, spanning their shoulders. Even his priest before Valgaav had one, ironically around his neck where Gaav's sword would later cut through ending Jorlis's service and life when he could not longer serve his master well enough to be allowed to live.

He huffs in amusement at the table's new decoration and wonders just what the pub owner will say about this. At least it wasn't pub owner or one of his patrons who found themselsves abruptly decorated.

Mar. 17th, 2010

[info]ex_iago979

March Event: "Not on my tablecloth!"

Each of Margate's less mundane residents wakes up, one otherwise normal morning (which should be a warning in itself), and finds themselves possessed of a craving, an addiction even, that overpowers all else. They wake with a sudden, sinisterly irresistible urge ... to doodle.

This month, your character will be idly drawing on the nearest flat surface whenever there's an implement in reach. Describe to us (or show us!) what they produce. The tag is, of course, "doodling."