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realmofstories2018-11-26 10:16 pm
decryptic) wrote in realmofstories2018-11-26 10:16 pm
Entry tags:
1. Bromeo Must Die
Characters: 9S | The Scholar, Alfyn | Johnny Appleseed, and you!
Campaign: Hollow Christmas Carol, Act II, Scene 5
Format: [ brackets ]
Open!
Summary: Ebegeeser and the Horseman of Christmas Present debate the life and death of Bromfred. Also, 9S kills time around the manor.
[ A: Scene 5 (closed to Alfyn)
9S's journal lights up red, which means it's time to play the part. He straightens from where he's been leaning on the second story banister, watching the couples dance below. He straightens out the coat of his modified outfit before scribbling out a message to Alfyn. His handwriting is uniform, almost text-like. ]
Hey, Alfyn. It looks like you're my Horseman. Can you meet me upstairs or is your horse going to be a problem?
[ Because 9S hated his own pony enough to start feeling prejudiced about all ponies, apparently. ]
[ B: Warming up (open)
Lacking a sword, 9S equips himself with a floor candelabra almost as tall as he is. It hovers a foot off his back, because magnets. Inside the manor, he finds an empty-enough space and practices with his new weapon.
He doesn't swing the candelabra as much as let it flow from him. He moves in staccato bursts, his form a study of some ancient martial art. With his every punch and twist, the candelabra swings out untouched -- a trick of magnetic levitation he adapted to this unintended use. Though his limbs are shorter and weaker than a combat model's, his entire body's momentum goes into the freewheeling spin of the candelabra as it whirls before him, around him, and stabs at imaginary opponents.
He grunts with exertion, making his presence obvious to anyone passing nearby. ]
[ C: Manor defense (open)
9S's interest in song and dance is purely observational, so there's that much less for him to do around the manor. He defaults to standing outside with his not-very-menacing floor candelabra, extremely prepared to clobber any blots who seem a little too rowdy.
If anyone steps out to join him, he'll mutter: ]
Have you seen that old bearded creep wandering around? I just know he's plotting something.
[ D: Cabin fever (open)
Time is doing something strange and messing with his internal clock. It feels like they've been in this manor forever, and 9S can only fiddle with code and practice his candelabra skills for so long before restlessness catches up with him. Desperate, he picks up his medallion and complains at it. ]
I'm starting to go nuts in here! What do you guys do for fun? I'm willing to try anything to beat this boredom.
Campaign: Hollow Christmas Carol, Act II, Scene 5
Format: [ brackets ]
Open!
Summary: Ebegeeser and the Horseman of Christmas Present debate the life and death of Bromfred. Also, 9S kills time around the manor.
[ A: Scene 5 (closed to Alfyn)
9S's journal lights up red, which means it's time to play the part. He straightens from where he's been leaning on the second story banister, watching the couples dance below. He straightens out the coat of his modified outfit before scribbling out a message to Alfyn. His handwriting is uniform, almost text-like. ]
Hey, Alfyn. It looks like you're my Horseman. Can you meet me upstairs or is your horse going to be a problem?
[ Because 9S hated his own pony enough to start feeling prejudiced about all ponies, apparently. ]
[ B: Warming up (open)
Lacking a sword, 9S equips himself with a floor candelabra almost as tall as he is. It hovers a foot off his back, because magnets. Inside the manor, he finds an empty-enough space and practices with his new weapon.
He doesn't swing the candelabra as much as let it flow from him. He moves in staccato bursts, his form a study of some ancient martial art. With his every punch and twist, the candelabra swings out untouched -- a trick of magnetic levitation he adapted to this unintended use. Though his limbs are shorter and weaker than a combat model's, his entire body's momentum goes into the freewheeling spin of the candelabra as it whirls before him, around him, and stabs at imaginary opponents.
He grunts with exertion, making his presence obvious to anyone passing nearby. ]
[ C: Manor defense (open)
9S's interest in song and dance is purely observational, so there's that much less for him to do around the manor. He defaults to standing outside with his not-very-menacing floor candelabra, extremely prepared to clobber any blots who seem a little too rowdy.
If anyone steps out to join him, he'll mutter: ]
Have you seen that old bearded creep wandering around? I just know he's plotting something.
[ D: Cabin fever (open)
Time is doing something strange and messing with his internal clock. It feels like they've been in this manor forever, and 9S can only fiddle with code and practice his candelabra skills for so long before restlessness catches up with him. Desperate, he picks up his medallion and complains at it. ]
I'm starting to go nuts in here! What do you guys do for fun? I'm willing to try anything to beat this boredom.