There weren't many ways to glam up 'rat shifter' to be something you'd want on a float like this. It had, however, been managed. Someone had, apparently, decided that the best way to make a rat theme look cool was to go for a distinctly Nutcracker-esque approach, with Roddy dressed as the Rat King, complete with mask. He also had a grey and white double breasted doublet, slim fitting black slacks, and tight, darker grey boots that went almost to his knees. And, of course, no rat costume was complete without the tail, which this outfit most definitely had, with special care and attention given to the little hairs sticking out of it and the scaling that gave rat tails their unique texture.
The Nutcracker theme spread out into the float itself, which was decorated with figures of rats devouring nutcracker dolls that looked suspiciously like they had been gnawed on a bit by real rats.
Roddy, of course, wasn't quite sure how to deal with all the glitter and pageantry of the parade. On one hand, he wanted to seem reasonably enthused to be here. On the other hand, he didn't want to mislead people into actually thinking he believed he was going to win. And so he settled for something in between, smiling and waving for the crowds, but not bothering to hide the fact that it was a small, slightly nervous smile.
Mingling
Roddy was a person who had the unfortunate habit of frequently making questionable life choices. Entering the tournament would seem to be one of those things, since Roddy was not the type of person people thought of when they considered people who would be considered a 'combatant'. And they'd be reasonable in not thinking that. He'd been figuring that even if he loses horribly in round one, he'd be great at the cunning portion of the competition, and that maybe the difference between the two would balance things out. And, there was the off chance that he'd actually do well enough to win prize money, and since Roddy was perpetually broke...well...
As he listened to the performers, however, he began to question his life choices. Maybe, just maybe, he should have tried to find out if there was any chance of him getting a slot to perform in one of these acts instead of actually competing. Well, it was too late for that now. For now he'd just enjoy the celebration, the drinks, and try to gauge the competition.
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There weren't many ways to glam up 'rat shifter' to be something you'd want on a float like this. It had, however, been managed. Someone had, apparently, decided that the best way to make a rat theme look cool was to go for a distinctly Nutcracker-esque approach, with Roddy dressed as the Rat King, complete with mask. He also had a grey and white double breasted doublet, slim fitting black slacks, and tight, darker grey boots that went almost to his knees. And, of course, no rat costume was complete without the tail, which this outfit most definitely had, with special care and attention given to the little hairs sticking out of it and the scaling that gave rat tails their unique texture.
The Nutcracker theme spread out into the float itself, which was decorated with figures of rats devouring nutcracker dolls that looked suspiciously like they had been gnawed on a bit by real rats.
Roddy, of course, wasn't quite sure how to deal with all the glitter and pageantry of the parade. On one hand, he wanted to seem reasonably enthused to be here. On the other hand, he didn't want to mislead people into actually thinking he believed he was going to win. And so he settled for something in between, smiling and waving for the crowds, but not bothering to hide the fact that it was a small, slightly nervous smile.
Mingling
Roddy was a person who had the unfortunate habit of frequently making questionable life choices. Entering the tournament would seem to be one of those things, since Roddy was not the type of person people thought of when they considered people who would be considered a 'combatant'. And they'd be reasonable in not thinking that. He'd been figuring that even if he loses horribly in round one, he'd be great at the cunning portion of the competition, and that maybe the difference between the two would balance things out. And, there was the off chance that he'd actually do well enough to win prize money, and since Roddy was perpetually broke...well...
As he listened to the performers, however, he began to question his life choices. Maybe, just maybe, he should have tried to find out if there was any chance of him getting a slot to perform in one of these acts instead of actually competing. Well, it was too late for that now. For now he'd just enjoy the celebration, the drinks, and try to gauge the competition.