By the time Harrowheart sees Oraskis alone for the first time that night it's long past sundown – closer to sun-up, more likely – and while some of the living may be flagging from the hour, Harrowheart is alive as ever through the magic of magic alcohol. He stumbles through the crowd, his metal shoulderpad slightly crooked, half of his split cape wrapped around his neck like a scarf, all the parts of his face discoordinated from the drink. He holds a half-empty tumbler of something amber and sweet-smelling while he staggers his way through the mansion, voice loud as he excitedly grunt-shouts at the faces he recognizes.
But Oraskis? Oraskis deserves more than a hollered 'HEY!' Even addle-brained Harrowhearts know this. Instead he makes a show of his approach by loudly sing-chanting, "Orry-orry Oraskis, banana-fana-fo-faskis, me-mi-mo-maskis... 'RASKIS!"
If anyone didn't know the seer was there previously, they know now. Ah, but Oraskis has a protector at his side to keep him safe from any ne'er-do-wells who have yet to receive their fortunes! Harrowheart drapes a heavy arm around Oraskis' shoulder without first asking permission and absolutely beams at the older man.
"I'm so – I'm so glad to see you, man! How's it going?!"
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Date: 2017-10-16 01:20 am (UTC)magicalcohol. He stumbles through the crowd, his metal shoulderpad slightly crooked, half of his split cape wrapped around his neck like a scarf, all the parts of his face discoordinated from the drink. He holds a half-empty tumbler of something amber and sweet-smelling while he staggers his way through the mansion, voice loud as he excitedly grunt-shouts at the faces he recognizes.But Oraskis? Oraskis deserves more than a hollered 'HEY!' Even addle-brained Harrowhearts know this. Instead he makes a show of his approach by loudly sing-chanting, "Orry-orry Oraskis, banana-fana-fo-faskis, me-mi-mo-maskis... 'RASKIS!"
If anyone didn't know the seer was there previously, they know now. Ah, but Oraskis has a protector at his side to keep him safe from any ne'er-do-wells who have yet to receive their fortunes! Harrowheart drapes a heavy arm around Oraskis' shoulder without first asking permission and absolutely beams at the older man.
"I'm so – I'm so glad to see you, man! How's it going?!"