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.....Despite what it may look like, the youth was not at all mimicking anyone's movements from anytime before now. He was simply bored, and somewhat curious as to what he could do here, and was taking his leisurely time to stroll about the interior of the Club Orion.

He shrugged and put the skull under his arm.

"It was my father's...Well...is my father. Anyway, my apologies."

He wouldn't even ackowledge the koala arm. He sighed through his nose and kneeled down, placing his father's skull on the ground before him.

((Damn the sleepies...They make me so lazy...))

.....Feeling rather out of place and awkward now that he realized he was not acquainted with any of those present, and it seemed he was not becoming acquainted with any of them, he would walk across to the double-doors once more.
.....He pushed them open and stepped into the night air, letting its brisk and crisp texture fill his lungs. He would then descend the steps and walk out several feet from the entrance to Club Orion and stop, staring toward the forest present before him.

(Wow a very busy night. .Anyway Deity, can I please be a judge for the match?)

((If we started a fight it'd either have to be incredibly fast or continue another night. Its past ten thirty and I've been trying to keep to a schedule where I wake up before 7am cause I work 4 days a week starting at 6:30.))

If anything, the koala looks to be smiling. Its a bloody smile and seems to contain a finger and bits of cloth, but its a koala smile nonetheless. On the far side of the room Tac looks down to his hand, "The ******** bit off my finger..." His left hand weapon was still in its holster when he looked to check, and now the right was slipped back into place with a strap locking it in place at his thighs.

Xaith smiled and put a hand up in front of him as if to stop the man.

"I understand. So I take it you're a dragon? I hate to assume, but from past experience, dragons tend to get upset when seeing my carrying this guy around--"

He reached out with his right hand and planted his palm in between the horns of the skull.

"And jump to the wrong conclusions. But you're right, that is the normal reason for people to carry these around is for recognition."

He picked the skull my the horn and slid it back onto his head.

((Damn shame I responded too late. I've been hoping for a battle for a long time.))

And indeed it did, though instead of wondering what had happened or try to escape it settled down and began gnawing on Tac's finger. Oddly, the little guy, or girl, didn't seem to be tearing it to bits, but gnawing on it as if it were an infant teething. The fact that it seemed happy as a clam also likely indicated it wasn't demonic or otherwise crazed. Tac started to move closer, grumbling to himself and bleeding a viscous orange and green fluid onto the ground. The fluid would quickly begin to dissolve once it hit anything solid that wasn't Tacitus.

((********, I gotta run. Kythe, I will make sure our characters meet again. Until then, goodbye everyone.))