Racers! Start your... Animals? [Private, Renown] (Closed)
Oct 18, 2023 12:20:22 GMT -5
Post by Flint Caldwell on Oct 18, 2023 12:20:22 GMT -5
The sound of cheers erupted from the crowd as the duo crossed the finish line, and Flint could hardly contain his excitement. He attempted to wave at each and every person who cheered for him. Before the drake came to a full stop, Flint hopped off and threw his fist in the air a couple of times to rouse the crowd even further. "Come on! I want all of Charon to hear y'all cheer!" he cheered, breaking away from the crowd only when the announcer spoke. The praise made his heart race, and his cheers echoed one of the loudest in the cacophony, at least until the announcer brought up the rules. I thought there weren't any godsdamn rules, Flint thought as he grimaced and let out a loud "BOOOOO!" while holding a thumbs-down sign to the announcer, completely unaware that he was playing the crowd right into his hands. However, the switch-up in the rules only amplified Flint's excitement, his heart beating faster than it had during the entire race, to the point where he might combust if he wasn't careful.
Not fully paying attention to the details of the award ceremony, as he didn't really care as long as he got something out of it, Flint looked up to where he last saw his white-haired companion. To his surprise, he found the saddle atop the drake empty. His head scanned the surrounding area in search of her. However, the announcer's voice rang out, "And for our very first dual champions, come up to the stage!" The crowd roared, and Flint began to make his way to the main stage, still without sight of the other champion. He shrugged, assuming she was already up there.
To his surprise, he found himself the only one on the stage. Flint looked around, confused, and the announcer leaned closer to him, whispering, "Hey, where's the other one?" All Flint responded with was a half shrug and an uncertain "I don't know." The announcer squinted his eyes but let out a slightly annoyed sigh, "Fine, I'll just give you both the medals." He produced two gold-looking medallions on red ribbons, and Flint had to bend down to allow the announcer to place one over his head and around his neck. He held Sylvari's in his hand before grabbing Flint's wrist and raising his arm. "Alright, everyone, give it up for Flint and Sylvari... wherever she ended up!" The crowd erupted with cheers, louder than ever before, and the cowboy's heart raced. If it weren't for the deafening cheers, someone would undoubtedly hear his heart beating away like an engine. He needed to find a way to calm himself down before he actually combusted.
Flint hopped off the stage and began walking away without a farewell, as all good cowboys do. However, as he made his exit, he glanced down at the medal in his hand. He wasn't sure why he looked over his shoulder, but once he did, he finally spotted the familiar white hair of Sylvari. He froze in his tracks, his eyes darting between the path ahead and the group by the finish line. Letting out an annoyed groan, he muttered, "Ugh. Fine." He turned on his heels and marched towards the people being tended to. He placed the medallion on Sylvari's head and patted her on the back. "We really showed 'em what's what, didn't we?" he joked as he eyed the group of racers before him. As he approached one of the more injured individuals, they seemed to flinch when he raised his hand toward them. "Oh, calm down, I ain't gonna hit ya," he begrudgingly assured as he placed a hand on the man's chest. A 1soft radiant light glowed from the tattoo on his face, traveled down his arm, and transferred into the injured man. Flint retracted his hand and smirked, saying, "There, good as new."
1.) Major Healing
Not fully paying attention to the details of the award ceremony, as he didn't really care as long as he got something out of it, Flint looked up to where he last saw his white-haired companion. To his surprise, he found the saddle atop the drake empty. His head scanned the surrounding area in search of her. However, the announcer's voice rang out, "And for our very first dual champions, come up to the stage!" The crowd roared, and Flint began to make his way to the main stage, still without sight of the other champion. He shrugged, assuming she was already up there.
To his surprise, he found himself the only one on the stage. Flint looked around, confused, and the announcer leaned closer to him, whispering, "Hey, where's the other one?" All Flint responded with was a half shrug and an uncertain "I don't know." The announcer squinted his eyes but let out a slightly annoyed sigh, "Fine, I'll just give you both the medals." He produced two gold-looking medallions on red ribbons, and Flint had to bend down to allow the announcer to place one over his head and around his neck. He held Sylvari's in his hand before grabbing Flint's wrist and raising his arm. "Alright, everyone, give it up for Flint and Sylvari... wherever she ended up!" The crowd erupted with cheers, louder than ever before, and the cowboy's heart raced. If it weren't for the deafening cheers, someone would undoubtedly hear his heart beating away like an engine. He needed to find a way to calm himself down before he actually combusted.
Flint hopped off the stage and began walking away without a farewell, as all good cowboys do. However, as he made his exit, he glanced down at the medal in his hand. He wasn't sure why he looked over his shoulder, but once he did, he finally spotted the familiar white hair of Sylvari. He froze in his tracks, his eyes darting between the path ahead and the group by the finish line. Letting out an annoyed groan, he muttered, "Ugh. Fine." He turned on his heels and marched towards the people being tended to. He placed the medallion on Sylvari's head and patted her on the back. "We really showed 'em what's what, didn't we?" he joked as he eyed the group of racers before him. As he approached one of the more injured individuals, they seemed to flinch when he raised his hand toward them. "Oh, calm down, I ain't gonna hit ya," he begrudgingly assured as he placed a hand on the man's chest. A 1soft radiant light glowed from the tattoo on his face, traveled down his arm, and transferred into the injured man. Flint retracted his hand and smirked, saying, "There, good as new."
1.) Major Healing