[Those visiting the park restaurant for some nice comfy fare may happen upon one particular redhead in a booth all by his lonesome. He has food for at least six people spread out in front of him. Funnel cake, elephant ears, mulled cider, questionably deep-fried this and that, breakfast items, savory lunch items, snack items, at least ten different drinks both hot and cold...
Did this guy order everything on the menu?!
If he notices someone looking and makes eye contact, he'll grin broadly and call out:]
Hey, want to try some of this with me?
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[Well, this could be going better.
Amal is currently locked in combat with the Valkyrie, and judging by the assortment of mussed snow, broken stone, and the state of the winter coat he'd borrowed from someone, he has been at it a while. Yet for all the property damage Amal looks nearly unscathed; he wears merely a few scratches and smudged dirt on his face and feet. Granted, bringing sandals to a boss fight was probably not his best idea but he seems to come from the Naruto school of fashion where you wear whatever you damn well please.
His weapons of choice are a pair of sharp-edged chakrams for throwing, but he is facing down this thing and realizing he might get tired long before she even starts to show any signs of weakness. He really did lose the strength he's gotten used to... That's a problem. He throws his chakrams at the Valkyrie again and again, and catches them gracefully each time. But when she slams her scythe down toward him, he just barely manages to twist out of the way. His counterattack in the form of another chakram to the back of her head simply bounces off and clangs to the ground.
His frustrated voice echoes across the stadium.]
Are you kidding me? You look like a gaudy throne room decoration! Why do you get to have your full strength and I don't?!
[Please absorb this DPS into your light party before he gets another concussion.]
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[Later on after the Valkyrie's defeat—whether he had a hand in it or not—there are still plenty of people looking to cash in on the resource request. The eerie peace of the foggy wasteland is interrupted, however, by the sound of angry cawing—the telltale sign of agitated corvids.
And what a sight it is. Amal, dressed in a beat-up winter coat and wearing precisely one flip flop, streaks across the landscape like his life depends on it, with a couple bags of Hel's Bramble in his arms. Behind him is a flock of crows giving chase, some of them pecking and divebombing his head.
And a few seconds behind them is a massive raven the size of a modest high-rise, giving a great piercing CAW. It opens its wings and swoops down toward Amal, claws extended—and of course Amal yells, because that's what you do when accosted by a Dark Souls monster—]
[—until he yeets himself through the shifting gate, screaming all the while.
Their prey lost, the massive bird beast flaps its wings and takes off back toward its arbor home, with its flock scattering back to their normal places. It's like nothing happened.
Amal can be found on the other side of the portal, somehow not carved into pieces, but he is also face down and not moving. That was a lot of running.]
Amal Vasiya | OU | OTA!
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