[He's not actually playing the party game. He's... usually not much for games, at least not ones that don't begin with 'war'. He is, however, bored. Had this been home, well... first of all, he'd be nowhere near a beach. There were things that demanded his attention that were a little more important than dealing with more sand and more sun, regardless of the proximity to the ocean.
Perhaps he'd strayed too close to a cluster. Perhaps he'd just gotten peckish. It was hard to tell precisely what it was that made him choose to spend his time like this, but at it's core, this was bored.
There's the scent of burnt crab here and there, small patches of sand melted into glass in sections, the water hissing as it broke over it. As far as crabbing went, flinging bolts of super heated magic at passing crabs was perhaps a touch unorthodox, but in the grand scheme of things, perhaps it was better that he fry some crabs, rather than some locals. He'd seen flashes of the King Crabs as well, and it's become rather obvious he's invented his own variation of 'find the king crab.'
Maybe you could convince him to help you! Or, at the very least, convince him to hold off on zapping crustaceans long enough for you to grab the crab.
Good luck.]
B
Move.
[Been standing in the sun for too long right there, maybe? Probably. Maybe you only paused for a moment or two, really it wouldn't have taken very long for the shadow that fell on him to start getting on his nerves.
It'd be pretty hard to miss him, now that he'd spoken, it wasn't as if the man was subtle. Neither in his voice, nor his appearance. Even sitting, there was a good chance the top of his head might still reach the shoulders of someone standing near him.
And no, he doesn't look very cheerful, that amber colored glare looking about as friendly and welcoming as an approaching hurricane.]
Ganondorf | Legend of Zelda
[He's not actually playing the party game. He's... usually not much for games, at least not ones that don't begin with 'war'. He is, however, bored. Had this been home, well... first of all, he'd be nowhere near a beach. There were things that demanded his attention that were a little more important than dealing with more sand and more sun, regardless of the proximity to the ocean.
Perhaps he'd strayed too close to a cluster. Perhaps he'd just gotten peckish. It was hard to tell precisely what it was that made him choose to spend his time like this, but at it's core, this was bored.
There's the scent of burnt crab here and there, small patches of sand melted into glass in sections, the water hissing as it broke over it. As far as crabbing went, flinging bolts of super heated magic at passing crabs was perhaps a touch unorthodox, but in the grand scheme of things, perhaps it was better that he fry some crabs, rather than some locals. He'd seen flashes of the King Crabs as well, and it's become rather obvious he's invented his own variation of 'find the king crab.'
Maybe you could convince him to help you! Or, at the very least, convince him to hold off on zapping crustaceans long enough for you to grab the crab.
Good luck.]
B
Move.
[Been standing in the sun for too long right there, maybe? Probably. Maybe you only paused for a moment or two, really it wouldn't have taken very long for the shadow that fell on him to start getting on his nerves.
It'd be pretty hard to miss him, now that he'd spoken, it wasn't as if the man was subtle. Neither in his voice, nor his appearance. Even sitting, there was a good chance the top of his head might still reach the shoulders of someone standing near him.
And no, he doesn't look very cheerful, that amber colored glare looking about as friendly and welcoming as an approaching hurricane.]
I'm not asking again.