Welcome To The Show [Complete]

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Character: Sir Daniel Fortesque
Content: Dan enters Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: None

The first thing the knight had noticed was the warm, radiant light that descended from the skies above. It had been some time since he had last felt the sun against his ancient bones. A good hundred years, at the least. It was because of this, Daniel knew Gallowmere, no more than a dark, dreary, land these days thanks to Zarok, was undoubtedly behind him at this point. However, it is to be noted, when one is to suggest something is behind them, such as a kingdom in this case, it does not always mean it is still within' view. So, perhaps a certain corpse should direct his attention more to where he is walking, rather than what is behind him before he-

Startled, Sir Dan lept back, his Short Sword drawn and at the ready. Completely oblivious to what he had mistakenly bumped into, Daniel found himself in store for a much greater surprise when he came to realize it was a woman. Not for the fact of what she was, certainly not, but rather the high pitch shriek she gave out when catching glimpse of the man... No, the skeleton, who had shoved her so suddenly. It obvious her he intended to harm her, especially with his sword pointed directly at her.

Daniel's eye followed the womans as she continued to holler out in hopes of receiving help; he definitely did not look too good with a weapon drawn against a innocent woman. He immediately dropped his Short Sword, his hands raised before him in defense once drawing to the same conclusion the woman had.

"No! I didn't mean... I wasn't trying to... You've made a mistake!" Walking toward the woman, who had now fallen to her feet, he tried to explain. But, you see, it's very difficult to speak when one is missing their jaw. And by the reaction he received from this frightened young woman, it grew all the more clear that she could not understand a word he had said. None the less, that did not prevent him from continuing his efforts of explaining his actions.

Suddenly, Dan felt something knock against his skull, the strength behind it enough to force his head spin in a complete three sixty before he managed to catch it and lock it back into place. Shouting didn't appear working for the woman, so perhaps hitting the skeleton with her purse would work.

Receiving a great number of smacks to his head, Daniel eventually drew back, retrieving his sword and placing it safely away (his hands still raised in defense whenever possible). How a weapon could ever be safe in Dan's hold, though, is a mystery to this narrator. Er, anyway. After his retreat, the woman, as well as a number of spectators, left the area leaving the knight alone. Ah, almost alone. There was still the woman sitting in the small booth he had seen people lined up for.

Curious, he began his approach, rubbing his sore head. That woman had certainly packed a decent punch. He hoped others he ran into would not react similar to her. Daniel was unsure how much more his head could take. Then again, had a wise hero been listening to their narrator, perhaps the event of embarrassing themselves could have been avoided.

Oh well. Paixao would hold a much greater headache for Sir Fortesque once he passed through its gates...