Despite all my rage... [Open]
Characters: The incredibly angry White Knight Leo, and anyone brave enough to approach him
Content: Leo has been in an exceptionally bad mood since this started, and now that he's actually in the race... well, poke the unicorn at your own risk.
Setting: Anywhere in the makeshift market village
Time: Daytime, after Leo was topped into joining the race
Warnings: So much rage it will give you a sunburn. Slight chance of Leo turning violent.
One could accuse him of masochism. Why else would he have sought out the betting counter and checked the odds? Nothing short of causing a large scene was going to change that... though honestly, he was so very tempted to cause some trouble and reduce this betting counter to rubble, and it was only fear for his own reputation that held him back.
Didn't he say that he didn't want any part in this filthy game? Why was he the second favorite?! In any other situation, he would have been proud, and only a little disappointed he wasn't the absolute top. But no, he had been friends with a certain gambler for too long, and he knew exactly how these odds were calculated. People were betting on him more than most of the other racers. It was like they were all doing it just to spite him.
Damn them all to hell.
Furious, Leo huffed and turned on his heel, heading back into the market. It was, unfortunately, a long walk back to the ship where he could practice his swordplay and try to work off some of his anger.
Content: Leo has been in an exceptionally bad mood since this started, and now that he's actually in the race... well, poke the unicorn at your own risk.
Setting: Anywhere in the makeshift market village
Time: Daytime, after Leo was topped into joining the race
Warnings: So much rage it will give you a sunburn. Slight chance of Leo turning violent.
One could accuse him of masochism. Why else would he have sought out the betting counter and checked the odds? Nothing short of causing a large scene was going to change that... though honestly, he was so very tempted to cause some trouble and reduce this betting counter to rubble, and it was only fear for his own reputation that held him back.
Didn't he say that he didn't want any part in this filthy game? Why was he the second favorite?! In any other situation, he would have been proud, and only a little disappointed he wasn't the absolute top. But no, he had been friends with a certain gambler for too long, and he knew exactly how these odds were calculated. People were betting on him more than most of the other racers. It was like they were all doing it just to spite him.
Damn them all to hell.
Furious, Leo huffed and turned on his heel, heading back into the market. It was, unfortunately, a long walk back to the ship where he could practice his swordplay and try to work off some of his anger.