This is honestly really impressive! Way better than Popp was expecting from a bunch of people who live in the woods and play dumb pranks as a way of life. He's less overtly gawping once he settles into the party, but wow, look at this place! Against his better judgement, he's let the forest folk dress him up - he thinks he looks pretty sharp, if seasonally inappropriate in a red and green formal suit. The jinglebell cravat would be obnoxious if he had to sneak around anywhere, but this is a party; what are the odds of that?
"Slayd was so right about the apple crumble."
He's visibly in the thick of things, eating and making merry and playing games, talking to various forest creatures once he's done jumping in surprise. Occasionally fishing out the list of rules and referencing it and then checking his shadow real quick.
Battleship
After a strong lucky start, is he really going to bow out after a couple of silly hexes? The only thing on the line is his pride and that's a sacrifice he is generally willing to make. He was already a little self conscious about the fingerless gloves showing off his new claws, did they really have to make them bright red!? Oh well, he's still not the weirdest looking person here.
"You just want an excuse to curse people, don't you? There's no strategy in this; it's all guessing! Fine, fine - that big sunflower, I know there's someone hiding away in there!"
He points at what is a suspiciously obvious hiding spot. Giggles abound from the flower field. Presto, he's grown a beard made of moss.
"Oh, come on, am I gonna have to shave this? Uuuugh. Does it at least look good?"
Whining and patting at his face to see how much beard is on it (not much) and how weird it is (very), Popp turns to whoever's watching him make a fool of himself. Pleeeease. He needs emotional support.
Crash Consequence Crafts Course
Normally, when you fly overhead with your amazing magical levitation powers to get from one point to another to refill your drink in a hurry, you don't consider cross traffic. Normally, you don't have a lot of pixies and owls swooping around overhead. After a blistering high-pitched lecture from a little lady the size of a large moth, Popp has been sentenced to repair all the garlands and flower crowns that were dented in the collision.
He's surprisingly good at weaving a bunch of stems together, but the pixie-sized crowns... yikes. He waves over the closest possible ally.
"Hey - can you get me a couple toothpicks from the banquet table? My hands are way too big for this nonsense."
Popp | Dragon Quest: Adventure of Dai
This is honestly really impressive! Way better than Popp was expecting from a bunch of people who live in the woods and play dumb pranks as a way of life. He's less overtly gawping once he settles into the party, but wow, look at this place! Against his better judgement, he's let the forest folk dress him up - he thinks he looks pretty sharp, if seasonally inappropriate in a red and green formal suit. The jinglebell cravat would be obnoxious if he had to sneak around anywhere, but this is a party; what are the odds of that?
"Slayd was so right about the apple crumble."
He's visibly in the thick of things, eating and making merry and playing games, talking to various forest creatures once he's done jumping in surprise. Occasionally fishing out the list of rules and referencing it and then checking his shadow real quick.
Battleship
After a strong lucky start, is he really going to bow out after a couple of silly hexes? The only thing on the line is his pride and that's a sacrifice he is generally willing to make. He was already a little self conscious about the fingerless gloves showing off his new claws, did they really have to make them bright red!? Oh well, he's still not the weirdest looking person here.
"You just want an excuse to curse people, don't you? There's no strategy in this; it's all guessing! Fine, fine - that big sunflower, I know there's someone hiding away in there!"
He points at what is a suspiciously obvious hiding spot. Giggles abound from the flower field. Presto, he's grown a beard made of moss.
"Oh, come on, am I gonna have to shave this? Uuuugh. Does it at least look good?"
Whining and patting at his face to see how much beard is on it (not much) and how weird it is (very), Popp turns to whoever's watching him make a fool of himself. Pleeeease. He needs emotional support.
Crash Consequence Crafts Course
Normally, when you fly overhead with your amazing magical levitation powers to get from one point to another to refill your drink in a hurry, you don't consider cross traffic. Normally, you don't have a lot of pixies and owls swooping around overhead. After a blistering high-pitched lecture from a little lady the size of a large moth, Popp has been sentenced to repair all the garlands and flower crowns that were dented in the collision.
He's surprisingly good at weaving a bunch of stems together, but the pixie-sized crowns... yikes. He waves over the closest possible ally.
"Hey - can you get me a couple toothpicks from the banquet table? My hands are way too big for this nonsense."