[ Pre-note: Beat's a CRAU coming from Ryslig so his appearance is definitely different! While he tends to wear a cloak around himself to hide most of the changes, they can easily be spotted. ]
1A
[ Beat honestly has no idea how he managed to get himself into Bonnie's good graces but there he is, holding a large tray of mugs filled to the brim and moving around the room, dropping drinks off and going back to more. He looks just as confused as he feels, he walked up to her to ask for information but what had come out of his mouth was do you need help, because she had looked so harried...
And now he's been designated temporary barboy and he's not getting any information at all. In fact, he looks like he might need someone to get him out of the situation he got himself in to, because he looks harried himself now and growing more than a little angry at the situation, especially as someone yells at him that it's not the right ale. He'd ordered a stout and this is CLEARLY a porter.
The way Beats fingers tighten on that tray says he's ten seconds away from smashing it into the mans head. Distract the boy before he rages and starts a brawl? Or join in, hell, he'll be fine with that too. ]
2B
Really? We can't jus', you know, pay wid money? [ He shakes his bag of coins hard as if to indicate the money within. It doesn't seem to phase the man, however. He simply points out no writ, no weapon and here's the location you can go and pick one up, good day. A growl escapes from the teens throat before he turns to leave and almost bowls you down in the process, the growl turning into a yelp of surprise as he side-steps vigorously to keep from doing just that. He might stomp on your foot in the process though, sorry. ]
Shit! Sorry yo, ain't seein' you there! If you're here to pick up somethin', don' bother 'less you got a writ... [ He pauses to breathe and a puzzled look crosses his face. ] Don' even know what that is, but the dude here won't take anythin' else. Know where to get one though, if yer lookin' to do the same?
4C
[ Honestly, by the time they reach the madman at the middle of all this, Beat's Had Enough. He's soaked to the bone from the whirlpool and the rocks embedded in his skin means the chill stays so he's shivering to boot, and now it looks like there's going to be a fight. Which is at least something to look forward to, from his perspective. He ignores the Captain and turns to his companion, looking like a dog begging for a bone. ]
Yo, can we jus' kill him an' get done wid it?? It's cold an' I don' wanna be here any longer an' I'm gettin' hungry. [ At this point he does turn to eye the Captain, something in his eyes saying he's not trying to figure out whether the clothes would look good on him or not. He definitely doesn't seem at all disturbed about a snake tongue, he's seen worse. He might be trying for intimidation or just talking casually when he speaks up again. ]
Think he'll taste good?
wildcard!
[ Honestly if you want Beat for any of the other prompts or just something completely random, hit me up for it! ]
Daisukenojo "Beat" Bitou | The World Ends With You | CRAU - Ryslig (Troll) | Barbarian
1A
[ Beat honestly has no idea how he managed to get himself into Bonnie's good graces but there he is, holding a large tray of mugs filled to the brim and moving around the room, dropping drinks off and going back to more. He looks just as confused as he feels, he walked up to her to ask for information but what had come out of his mouth was do you need help, because she had looked so harried...
And now he's been designated temporary barboy and he's not getting any information at all. In fact, he looks like he might need someone to get him out of the situation he got himself in to, because he looks harried himself now and growing more than a little angry at the situation, especially as someone yells at him that it's not the right ale. He'd ordered a stout and this is CLEARLY a porter.
The way Beats fingers tighten on that tray says he's ten seconds away from smashing it into the mans head. Distract the boy before he rages and starts a brawl? Or join in, hell, he'll be fine with that too. ]
2B
Really? We can't jus', you know, pay wid money? [ He shakes his bag of coins hard as if to indicate the money within. It doesn't seem to phase the man, however. He simply points out no writ, no weapon and here's the location you can go and pick one up, good day. A growl escapes from the teens throat before he turns to leave and almost bowls you down in the process, the growl turning into a yelp of surprise as he side-steps vigorously to keep from doing just that. He might stomp on your foot in the process though, sorry. ]
Shit! Sorry yo, ain't seein' you there! If you're here to pick up somethin', don' bother 'less you got a writ... [ He pauses to breathe and a puzzled look crosses his face. ] Don' even know what that is, but the dude here won't take anythin' else. Know where to get one though, if yer lookin' to do the same?
4C
[ Honestly, by the time they reach the madman at the middle of all this, Beat's Had Enough. He's soaked to the bone from the whirlpool and the rocks embedded in his skin means the chill stays so he's shivering to boot, and now it looks like there's going to be a fight. Which is at least something to look forward to, from his perspective. He ignores the Captain and turns to his companion, looking like a dog begging for a bone. ]
Yo, can we jus' kill him an' get done wid it?? It's cold an' I don' wanna be here any longer an' I'm gettin' hungry. [ At this point he does turn to eye the Captain, something in his eyes saying he's not trying to figure out whether the clothes would look good on him or not. He definitely doesn't seem at all disturbed about a snake tongue, he's seen worse. He might be trying for intimidation or just talking casually when he speaks up again. ]
Think he'll taste good?
wildcard!
[ Honestly if you want Beat for any of the other prompts or just something completely random, hit me up for it! ]