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realmofstories2019-02-03 04:12 pm
smallra) wrote in realmofstories2019-02-03 04:12 pm
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The Little Prince • 01
Characters: Lotor [ Reynard the Fox ]; anyone
Campaign: Break
Format: I start in [ brackets ], but you choose
Open
Summary: Lotor's introduction, settling in, etc.
A. An unexpected journey
[He hadn't been able to resist the lure of a mysterious book, especially since books are relics of the ancient past. Help us it had read. No one has ever asked him for help before, making it doubly mysterious. He'd been so eager to go on an actual adventure that he'd agreed. Father never lets him do anything! Well, Father had nothing to do with this.
Now he's—here, in the middle of an unfamiliar city, on his own. Well, not completely on his own. His cat is still with him. Kova is sitting on his shoulder and gives a sharp mew, not any less confused than Lotor is. Lotor notices an unfamiliar collar on Kova's neck and frowns at it, tapping it with a clawed finger. The collar has a small plaque on it which reads: Tybalt: Prince of Cats. That's not Kova's name, so it's odd, and he doesn't know what to make of it. What's also odd is the fact that Lotor's head... feels weird. Lotor reaches up to feel very real, very furry ears rising from his head. Furry ears aren't strange to him, but he shouldn't have any. He hadn't realized that would be part of the adventure. His ears and his fox tail twitch.]
Do I look like you, Kova? What do you think?
[Kova doesn't seem to approve or disapprove. He mews again. Lotor pets his head. He's still beyond delighted with his new cat.]
—Stay with me, and I'll look after you. We're going to be of assistance.
B. Home is where the heart is
[His new residence is... a cave. Well, more of a den, really. It has a low ceiling. It looks like it was dug out of the earth, and the bed is a raised platform of earth. And while the place is snug and cozy—as well as neat, in spite of its earthen walls—Lotor can't imagine anything different from his usual spacious rooms aboard the greatest ship in the Galra fleet, with their smooth, metal walls. It's so bizarre. And he's meant to live here?
After walking in, Lotor walks out. He could use some assistance. He's sure there must be something he can do about this. Maybe someone else has more information on the subject.]
Excuse me—do you know how to apply for a change of residence?
C. A book in the hand
[Lotor is sitting outside in the snow, still unsure of what to make of his new residence. The cold never bothered him (anyway). He's trying to figure out how the journal works. It's a completely mystifying new technology. Although it seems primitive, it's unlike anything the Galra Empire has created. He's apparently deep in thought, exploring all aspects of this curious device.
It does seem to be capable of sending messages to others. He finally uses his quill to write a message, viewable to everyone:]
I am Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire. Who are you, and what planet are you from?
[Handwriting. It's so old fashioned! As he's sitting and experimenting, a playful child throws a snowball at Lotor, as if trying to start a game. Entirely unused to the idea of "playing", Lotor plucks the snowball out of the air and neatly throws it back.]
D. The quick white (and purple) fox
[Having discovered his powers, Lotor is very excited to try them out, which why there is a small white fox with a purple-tipped tail darting (and sneaking) through the streets of the city.
Lotor is very curious about everything, and as a small fox, there's basically nowhere that he can't fit. He does blend in with the snow, but the touches of purple at his tail, ears, and paws stand out. He may even brush right by you.]
E. Wildcard
[Message my journal or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
teacuppity if you have any other ideas!]
Campaign: Break
Format: I start in [ brackets ], but you choose
Open
Summary: Lotor's introduction, settling in, etc.
A. An unexpected journey
[He hadn't been able to resist the lure of a mysterious book, especially since books are relics of the ancient past. Help us it had read. No one has ever asked him for help before, making it doubly mysterious. He'd been so eager to go on an actual adventure that he'd agreed. Father never lets him do anything! Well, Father had nothing to do with this.
Now he's—here, in the middle of an unfamiliar city, on his own. Well, not completely on his own. His cat is still with him. Kova is sitting on his shoulder and gives a sharp mew, not any less confused than Lotor is. Lotor notices an unfamiliar collar on Kova's neck and frowns at it, tapping it with a clawed finger. The collar has a small plaque on it which reads: Tybalt: Prince of Cats. That's not Kova's name, so it's odd, and he doesn't know what to make of it. What's also odd is the fact that Lotor's head... feels weird. Lotor reaches up to feel very real, very furry ears rising from his head. Furry ears aren't strange to him, but he shouldn't have any. He hadn't realized that would be part of the adventure. His ears and his fox tail twitch.]
Do I look like you, Kova? What do you think?
[Kova doesn't seem to approve or disapprove. He mews again. Lotor pets his head. He's still beyond delighted with his new cat.]
—Stay with me, and I'll look after you. We're going to be of assistance.
B. Home is where the heart is
[His new residence is... a cave. Well, more of a den, really. It has a low ceiling. It looks like it was dug out of the earth, and the bed is a raised platform of earth. And while the place is snug and cozy—as well as neat, in spite of its earthen walls—Lotor can't imagine anything different from his usual spacious rooms aboard the greatest ship in the Galra fleet, with their smooth, metal walls. It's so bizarre. And he's meant to live here?
After walking in, Lotor walks out. He could use some assistance. He's sure there must be something he can do about this. Maybe someone else has more information on the subject.]
Excuse me—do you know how to apply for a change of residence?
C. A book in the hand
[Lotor is sitting outside in the snow, still unsure of what to make of his new residence. The cold never bothered him (anyway). He's trying to figure out how the journal works. It's a completely mystifying new technology. Although it seems primitive, it's unlike anything the Galra Empire has created. He's apparently deep in thought, exploring all aspects of this curious device.
It does seem to be capable of sending messages to others. He finally uses his quill to write a message, viewable to everyone:]
I am Prince Lotor of the Galra Empire. Who are you, and what planet are you from?
[Handwriting. It's so old fashioned! As he's sitting and experimenting, a playful child throws a snowball at Lotor, as if trying to start a game. Entirely unused to the idea of "playing", Lotor plucks the snowball out of the air and neatly throws it back.]
D. The quick white (and purple) fox
[Having discovered his powers, Lotor is very excited to try them out, which why there is a small white fox with a purple-tipped tail darting (and sneaking) through the streets of the city.
Lotor is very curious about everything, and as a small fox, there's basically nowhere that he can't fit. He does blend in with the snow, but the touches of purple at his tail, ears, and paws stand out. He may even brush right by you.]
E. Wildcard
[Message my journal or
no subject
I dunno, it's just a greeting. One that's all casual-style, y'know?
[He smiles as the cat purrs.]
Awww! Hey there Kovu, little guy! I'm Finn!
no subject
[The Empire doesn't really do "casual", and Lotor has no frame of reference for the term, even though he understands what this alien is saying otherwise. Lotor doesn't like not knowing things, but so far, there seems to be no downside to asking questions here. Meeting a new alien—he never gets to do this kind of thing all on his own, back on the Command Ship.
Kova seems to take no issue with Finn, so, encouraged, Lotor introduces himself.]
And I am Prince Lotor.
no subject
Nah, I'm a human. Being casual isn't a species, it's just a way to be! Y'know, all relaxed and laidback. [He shrugs.]
Oh, a prince! Cool. Nice to meet you! [He's used to working with royalty and gives a little bow.]
no subject
[He is interested in the idea. Relaxed and laidback. That's—not like home at all.]
A human. I've never met one of you before. What planet are you from?
[This sounds like a safe place to start a conversation. He can't remember ever hearing about the Empire attacking humans, so—probably they're not enemies. This human doesn't seem hostile, anyway. And he even bows with respect, which pleases Lotor. He is very excited to be meeting a new person from an unknown planet. Father would never allow him to do this—which is part of the reason he'd agreed to help the Storyteller.]
Did you also make an agreement with the Storyteller?