would you rather
would you rather |
for my sins surround me 1. Post with your character.2. In your comment, have your character ask a question: Would you rather ________ or _________? where the blanks are anything your character would like to know from anyone who might respond. Maybe they're asking out of curiosity. Maybe they have a dilemma of their own. Who knows? 3. Respond to other characters! Reply to whatever catches your own character's interest or whatever they'd like to talk about. Maybe they can't decide between the two. Maybe it's an easy answer. Maybe they think the question sucks. Discuss. Chat. Take turns. 4. ???????? 5. Have fun! This meme was gently lifted from bakerstreet. |
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Whatever could have startled them, I wonder.
[it isn't a question; her tone is dark. she tips her flask backward, taking a bracing gulp of the selfsame warmwine estinien just sipped; hot chocolate would do just as well, in truth, but the benefit of the wine is that its spice lingers in her belly and her throat as she contemplates the horizon. as she screws the flask closed, she counts off a few possibilities on her fingers.]
There's not much that would trouble a pack of wolves in these parts. Ogres. Yetis. A messenger, perhaps.
[she stows the flask back in her cloak pocket, and then continues:]
Dragons... Heretics.
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[His dark tone suggest that he is not at all pleased by their newfound excitement. He stills himself, watching the edge of the forest a moment longer, but no ogre or yeti or dragon chases after the wolves. No, what he sees is a knight, battered and caked in blood, their mail torn as if it was made of nothing more than flimsy rags. They stumble out, using their lance to keep them steady, before they finally collapse onto the snow.]
Get the chirurgeon.
[His tone is firm, allowing no room for argument, and he readies his lance as he prepares to leap down to investigate. Hells, is that knight one of their own? Some foolish squire who broke rank and bit off more than they could chew? Or do they belong to one of the High Houses? It's too far to make out their colors, or anything else about them; if they wish to identify their potential comrade, they will need to get up close.]
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never one to suffer fools, ilienne grabs the man by his wrist and tugs him sharply along. "you're hurting me," he complains, but as his tone of voice is frankly apathetic, and he retains the wherewithal to push his spectacles up his nose while they are making their way through the snow, ilienne assumes he can't be that badly hurt.
"watch your step," is all she says in response. "we're not far now, and that knight was bleeding badly."
she will arrive on the scene soon enough with the chirurgeon. hopefully estinien has had a better time with the wounded knight.]