#taako 01

[spiderstaff]

@taalko​

Kay’s sitting at a table at an outdoor cafe, blinking slowly as she stares down the street. Buncha new arrivals, but... huh.

She realizes she’s staring at this guy, and she really isn’t hiding it. In fact, she kinda wants him to notice her staring. Hopefully he’s suitably intimidated. When he’s close enough, she tugs on his sleeve to get his attention.

“Hey. Why do you look like my Mom?”

[journalskeeper]

@taalko​

Lucretia would know that hat anywhere.

It’s strange to see it with no Taako in sight, but instead a tiny elf child. On one hand, the kid could have stolen it, but after what had been happening with Barry and Lup...

This wasn’t how she expected to be reunited with him, hell she didn’t even know he was here. Lup’s going to be happy, assuming this is all fixed soon, but she can’t help the pit in her stomach at the thought of confronting him again.

She kneels down to his level, taking care to keep her distance. Lucretia knows how Taako feels about her on a normal day, and she can’t imagine he was more trusting at this age.

“...Taako? Taako, is that you?”

[lxfemmerouge]

@taalko​

“Oh, hey! Love the hat. Did you make it yourself?” It’s a casual question, and Carmen hides her true intentions behind a smile. She’d been hoping to blend in with the crowd-- not hard with her current getup, and the mishmash of different styles being shown off here. It’s not a lie, though, she does think his outfit’s pretty neat.

They’re near the entrance, and it'll do her good to mingle a little before she goes in-- it’ll take suspicion off of her, especially given all the stolen jewelry she’s currently got in her own hat and pockets.

...but this stranger doesn’t need to know that.

“You here for the fashion show? I’m so interested to see everything this place has to offer.”

(Especially the jewelry)

[rauubtier-blog]

@freshflipwizard

This fellow kind of looks like a drunk who’s been booted from a renaissance festival. But well, Wolf isn’t about to say that. She knows better, though she’s not the best at playing nice with others. So, she rolls her shoulders back and tries to steady herself against the oddity of it all. 

“You seem confident enough. I assume that way you dress doesn’t turn heads where you’re from?”

[bloodcloakeddragon-blog]

@itstaako-fromtv

Three Jailers, in a small space, with more goblins and creatures crawling for action. To think he was getting exhausted–those five minutes have to be coming up soon, he thought. He’d think it inconvenient parts of a building had suddenly appeared around him. But it was dismissed as, well, his entire life had been unlucky.

So much metal to punch through, all he could do is bide his time slipping through their bull-like charges and wild swings. Without his strength to back it up, his sword flies from his hand trying to block the hammer of one of them.

Cussing under his breath he makes a sprint for it, only to be grabbed by the cloak and swung abruptly by the same brute he tried to block. 

He knew better to beg in his mind...please let those five minutes come to him soon.