#c:braso

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"Can I bring the dead back to life? I can, but, ah, it is not really a question of ability..."

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It may not be the fanciest hotel in the world, but it has a pool at least. Indoors, even. Heated.

And that's where Braso has spent the day. The entire day. Passed out. In the pool. It's unclear why no one has woken him up nor fished him out yet, but he's really not bothering anybody. He's leaning against the edge of the pool in such a way that his top half isn't really all that far in the water, so it's not like there's any risk of him drowning, either.

That is, until he shifts a little in his sleep and slips fully under the water. Still unconscious.

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He was a bit more tipsy than he usually got from Earth drinks, but it wasn't all the alcohol. He was having fun, why not lean into things a little?

"I do not know why I agreed to this..." His companion grumbles, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. No reason to keep her complaints to herself, after all, her brother was being a public nuisance, yelling much louder than she has since the drinks started flowing. "Didn't expect it to take this long..."

"Of course, my good sister, you could never turn down a good competition, could you!" He pats her on the back, mostly to steady himself, and she grumbles once again at his accusation. But she can't exactly deny it, as idiotic and pointless as a drinking contest is, winning even such a trivial thing would only reassert her superiority in Braso's eyes. And, reluctant as she was to admit it, getting on his good side could prove useful.

"But-" ignoring her grumbling, he continues, gesturing with his drink as he speaks. "'f you are so bored, why not a change of game?!" His voice nearly fills the place, despite being mere inches from the one he's speaking to. In one smooth, clumsy motion, he repositions himself across from his sister in classic arm-wrestling pose, still cradling his drink in the other hand. "Duel me!"

Well... Kym really can't turn down a fight. Or maybe the cheap shit they've been serving her all night really has had an affect on her. Whatever the reasoning, she takes him up on it, just putting on an idiotic show right there in the middle of everything. People had already been staring, but now there really was something to look at: a pair of siblings with arms almost as wide as their torsos locked in epic, arm-based combat.

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starter for @hcwthewestwaswcn

It had been far too long since Braso had returned to village he once thought of as a home. It was not customary for the gods to walk the Earth, let alone to live there, but his father had been dead for a long time, and he was never one for tradition nor rules. After his many years of traveling in disguise, no place had captured his heart like this one. It was time to return, now unmasked, to thank the mortals for their many kindnesses, all those years ago.

There is a light fog, the morning that he arrives, and even still he is visible on the horizon long before he arrives due to his height. He takes his time approaching the settlement, always one to enjoy and savor the natural world around him. After all, there are so many flowers to stop and smell... Slow and steady does it, though, and of course he arrives in the end, just as the sun has finished its rising, settling into its place in the sky.

He heads immediately, though still at a steady pace, for the tree in the center of the village, where he sits down. Flowers bloom and sprout around him, almost glowing in what sunlight beams through the branches.

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💪Braso

Braso, like many of the siblings, tends to exercise inside of the palace, not that anyone would notice or try to stop them, were Atieno (or really anyone else) were to wander in.

He is on push-up number 13,401 when he realizes that someone has walked in, though he finishes 9 more, ending on an even number, before he finally gets up and turns to face the intruder.

Just as he warned on their last parting, he looks rather different this time (and not just because he is sweating and breathing heavily). Instead of appearing roughly human, he is now in his True Form; dark purple skin, deer-like antlers, and about eleven feet in height.

He smiles, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Well, hello there!"

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“What are you doing?” - Braso

"Presently, I am gathering supplies that I will need in the coming days." He smiles, in an almost condescending manner.

The 'supplies' in question appear to be a shovel and a decent length of rope, and though the Prince is currently disguising himself to walk among humans, something is noticeably off about him...

"Is there a problem with that, friend?" His manner of speech and stance are both friendly, but firm; it is clear he is not going to simply run from an argument or altercation, should one arise.