[Voice teeeeeeest time and I'm gonna just cp that prompt I used for Madhuri.]
[A] [Goliath is just lurking around in the background. A seven foot lavender dragon-man in a loincloth is hard to miss under the light of the bright moon and there's a terrible lack of cliffs or tall sturdy buildings here, so he's staying back among the trees. This is something better investigated by Elisa or the trio, but he found this place on his own. The skies are different here and the rumble and cry of traffic is loud in its absent. This is not New York.
The people here... Few of them could be taken for gargoyles, though admittedly gargoyle features vary in the extreme, but they would cause as much consternation walking among humans as he would. Could they be Children of Oberon? He's from too early a canon point to have met any himself, but he knows of the lore.
Well. He should not stand out too much, for once. It feels strange to walk out amongst a crowd, not drawing more than a cursory glance. Maybe you saw him lurking, or as he came out into the crowd, or while he's just kind of staring at the admissions clerk because things of value what look, he's a gargoyle, he doesn't do money or large collections of items.]
[B] [Orrrr he's climbing steadily up the stopped ferris wheel, the highest point in the carnival and the best vantage point if he wants to get a look at the lay of the land or start gliding anywhere. His weight is enough that you can feel it in the cars as his big clawed hands and feet land, and while he glances at the cars here and there, mindful of the thought that they could be poorly attached, he doesn't stop unless you call out to him or something.]
Goliath | Gargoyles
[A] [Goliath is just lurking around in the background. A seven foot lavender dragon-man in a loincloth is hard to miss under the light of the bright moon and there's a terrible lack of cliffs or tall sturdy buildings here, so he's staying back among the trees. This is something better investigated by Elisa or the trio, but he found this place on his own. The skies are different here and the rumble and cry of traffic is loud in its absent. This is not New York.
The people here... Few of them could be taken for gargoyles, though admittedly gargoyle features vary in the extreme, but they would cause as much consternation walking among humans as he would. Could they be Children of Oberon? He's from too early a canon point to have met any himself, but he knows of the lore.
Well. He should not stand out too much, for once. It feels strange to walk out amongst a crowd, not drawing more than a cursory glance. Maybe you saw him lurking, or as he came out into the crowd, or while he's just kind of staring at the admissions clerk because things of value what look, he's a gargoyle, he doesn't do money or large collections of items.]
[B] [Orrrr he's climbing steadily up the stopped ferris wheel, the highest point in the carnival and the best vantage point if he wants to get a look at the lay of the land or start gliding anywhere. His weight is enough that you can feel it in the cars as his big clawed hands and feet land, and while he glances at the cars here and there, mindful of the thought that they could be poorly attached, he doesn't stop unless you call out to him or something.]