foggydetective: (Yessir)
Adachi Tohru ([personal profile] foggydetective) wrote in [community profile] realmofstories2020-10-05 12:03 am

[Open] A poisonous feast

Characters: Tohru Adachi [The Evil Queen (Snow White)] & everyone / anyone
Campaign: Break
Format: Either
Open
Summary: Poison plot time.

Prompts are on the comments. Feel free to contact me via the original plotting post or the Discord Server if you have any questions.

The food is being distributed during the festival mentioned on the intro log.
blazeoflife: (What the?)

[personal profile] blazeoflife 2020-10-15 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I-I mean, I guess."

What a weird guy... he was like, one of those 'grizzled old american heroes' he saw in movies.

"O-oh! So like, you're immune to that poison shit that's been going around?"

Junpei meanwhile was reaching for an apple himself, not quite paying attention as he did.

"I keep somehow picking them by accident..."
steadypulse: (How can this happen to me)

[personal profile] steadypulse 2020-10-17 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

Yes he was immune, even if it started as a rough guess and testing it himself. Worked out well enough that he could pick it out. The aftertaste was something, and it gave him more energy in a way that normally eating food didn't quite do.

His ear flicked, some sharp whistle t catch attention. "Wouldn't touch any of the fruit here."
blazeoflife: (Bluescreening)

[personal profile] blazeoflife 2020-10-21 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Guh!"

[ Junpei quickly dropped the apple, turning to look back at the... man? Man-beast? The dude? ]

... A-ah, thanks dude. Uh...

[ He didn't want to impose, but with his new 'quirk'... ]

Do you ... think you could help me pick out the non-poisonous stuff? My essence changed recently, and I'm wondering if it's affecting things...
Edited 2020-10-21 04:42 (UTC)
steadypulse: (I made my mistakes)

[personal profile] steadypulse 2020-10-21 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[76 grunted a bit, wrapping the bite of fruit he'd eaten up to place away in to one of the spare pouches there on his belt.]

Then don't pick anything from this stand. [Eyeing the man at the stall before tossing a few coins and even a gem or two for him-] Because this one needs to be shut down.

[Or he'd do it for them was the tone, but t least the guy seemed only mildly irritated- but the money would compensate some.]

Come on.

[His voice was gruff, but the answer was more or less a yes to helping by the motion as he moved on.]