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Kisikoni was surprised when Pel approached him again, and mentally braced himself for another round of bitching. However, when she made a quick joke and transferred some of his energy to him, he was once again confused. As she moved on, she mentioned to Kisikoni about keeping a girl waiting. Oh? Oh. OHHHHH.

He smacked his face with his hand, rubbing his nose. What a royal mess up. Was it his fault he was so tired he wasn't able to see properly back then? It didn't matter now. At least she wasn't angry anymore. He decided to make it up to her, but as of now, he was looking forward, like the rest of his fellow members, to celebrating their victory against the dragons. He'd had enough of flinching from shadows- to hell with it if the Dragons come and burn down the city while he was in a stupor. It wasn't like he didn't notice the hostile looks. His heightened senses caught brief scowls and looks of disdain. He couldn't let it ruin his victory. At long last, they were able to strike back against the dragons! Screw them!

Wrath let his troops go, and with a salute, Kisikoni disappeared into the streets.

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Lion's Mane Taphouse

Kisikoni sat at the bar, laughing as Sid climbed up and announced more drinks. Several glasses sat in front of him. The poor man had learned the hard way to hold his liquor, many years back when he first entered the Legion- and it was paying off here. Taking a deep swig, he slammed the glass down and shouted his affirmation to the idea of more drinks. Even the women were inebriated- much more so than Kisikoni- and to his delight they began dancing as a tune began to strum in the Lion's Mane.

Oh god, he hoped that Talae wasn't part of this. For some reason, the Deep Human just couldn't see the serious dark-elf performing such lewd stunts. It would marr his mental image of her for life.

"Woo!" He roared, as the party began to go in full swing. Fae was doing the craziest dance he had ever seen, and Kisikoni fell out of his seat when he saw Beelzes with her. This was the life. "Hhhh...HEY. Ha-halp meh uppa' bit, will ya'?" He called. A man heaved him up, and he stumbled back, catching himself on a table.

" 'Ey Deep Human! Ye may have won the fight but ye' don't knock over my glass fer nothin'!" An elf roared. He was the violent type- and Kisikoni was too drunk to get into a fight here and now. The view was too costly to get a black eye.

"Serr-er, SORRY!" Kisikoni slurred, slapping whatever coin he grabbed in his pouch. The elf eyed the gold with saucer-like eyes and waved him away, laughing at his luck. God damn, it was hot in here. He threw himself against the doors, opening it and falling down the steps. "Woo. Ahem!" He growled, pulling himself upright onto his unsteady feet. His vision was slightly blurred as he began walking down the street. Fae's dancing was enough to get him to leave- he would certainly be teasing her about it in the morning... if he could remember that much.

He slammed into the sides of buildings, his equipment rattling. He had disregarded taking off his armor, his weapons, everything. He didn't care- and besides he was in a hostile town. His paranoia still had some sort of say with his subconscious. Kisikoni was one of those drunks that was rather clumsy, but had a very clear mind when it came to discussion. You just had to force him into it. Think of it as a genius who is incredibly lazy and laid-back, but you want to have a discussion with him regarding the inner workings of magic.

That aside, he found himself in a park- darkness coating his aimless wandering. A figure near the fountain caught his eye. "Comman'!" He called, walking (stumbling) over and giving a clean salute. That, he had not forgotten how to do. "The damned rain is picking up again, eh? What're you doin' sittin' here all by your lonesome?" He asked, plopping down on the far end of the bench.