in the cover of the night
Since the last one was so popular, here's a brand-new open post for all of you to post characters, mingle, and tag each other!
Seriously, post whatever you want. Empty toplevels? Open starters? Starters closed to specific people? It's all good — just enjoy!
If you feel like you need a couple of prompts to get started, though, consider any one (or a combination) of the following:
FITS: EVERYONE. No matter who you are or where you are or what you're doing, your clothes have suddenly — poof! — transformed into the Gold Saucer bunny uniform! Because now EVERYONE can wear it... EVERYONE.
PLEASE USE THE AUTO-TRANSLATE FUNCTION. You have the sudden urge to shout a phrase from the auto-translate dictionary at the nearest person! This can be a whole phrase or any combination of phrases. What are you going to yell? "We're chewing the fat"? "I seem to have misplaced my keyboard"? "Miqo'te" "rear"?!
THE CURSED SWORD. A shifty merchant sold you a remarkably beautiful Far Eastern katana for an absolute pittance — with just one catch: now that it's been in your possession for a few bells, the sword keeps whispering in your mind, telling you to
kill... kill... find stronger prey... hunt... The katana cannot be destroyed or abandoned; it is impervious to assault and any attempt to leave it by the wayside will simply find it in your belongings once more. Will your character succumb to its mystical influence? Find a new owner for it? Try to exorcise the evil spirit lurking within?
As always, tag out and have fun!
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"Fucking Aurum Vale!" On removing her axe from the morbol it was plain to see that all the chemicals present in the damn thing had eaten away at the metal of her axe, rendering it useless.
She whirled around when Sayano called her name. "What?!" It better be good Sayano, she's angry over the loss of her axe.
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Sayano's grip went limp on the axe as she looked at what remained of her ally's weapon.
"That would take more than a cleaning, wouldn't it!" And just like that, she was chipper again. "It's lucky I found another one! Over here!"
She braced a foot against one of the rocks to try to pull out the axe again, straining to budge it. She hadn't done any focused strength training since her pugilist days almost a year ago, and it certainly showed. Get a fine enough edge and you don't need much raw force behind it, after all.
It couldn't be said her attempt was amounting to much, needless to say. She was making it to the best of her ability, nonetheless.
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She grunts, "Thank the bloody Twelve for that." Athala lets out an annoyed sigh as she shunts Sayano out of the way and braced herself before wrenching the axe from where it was stuck and gave it a few swings.
"It'll do." She glowers at Sayano, "I swear by Rhalgr that if we end up here again, those morbals ain't being the only things cleaved. Got it?"
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"It's not my favorite, either, that smell takes ages to wash out, but you know - it's a cavern with a bit of treasure and monsters to stab and slash to death! What else does an adventurer need? ...Aside from possibly a spare weapon, of course. I wonder if the Blacksmiths' Guild has some kind of coating to put on their weapons..."
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Atha turns and spits on the oozing morbol corpse. "Fucking Aurum Vale." She whirls and starts to stomp back towards the entrance of the large room, growling, "Let's fucking go, we've done the Maelstrom's fucking bodywork." Scowl deepening at the thought of having to go back through the Vale.
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"And we cleared out a good deal of other threats on the way to it! Maybe it will be quiet for a while and nobody will have to come here for a few moons!"
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"If they don't send us here they're still going to send us somewhere just as shite, like haunted temples or pirate infested caves."
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She starts moving again, with a quick dash to catch up if needed. "But haunted temples? That sounds fun! And incredibly productive!" Here she pulls ahead of Athala, gesturing broadly and excitedly as she walks backwards ahead of her. It might be best not to ask how she's avoiding the bile pools. "The ghosts will be grateful to move on, the people will be grateful the ghosts are gone, and there's usually plenty of good things the ghosts left behind in life to find!"
Damn right, she's positive. She heard the insult and really can see no other course of action but to own it.