[which is to say that yes, i did because i'm lazy.]

i.
[there sure is a candy house right in the forest.

and there sure is what looks to be a pale-skinned teenage boy casually tearing off a piece of it, before holding it up to the light to examine it.]


... A house constructed of food seems like such a waste to me...

[this does not stop him from now trying to eat the piece, because he apparently has no sense of self-preservation.]

iii.
[Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color.

for whatever bizarre reason, you're working with gandharva (or ruva, as he's going by) i guess?? they've been traipsing through the forest for a while, gandharva seemingly unbothered by all the forest-ness. then, he speaks up, an innocent expression on his face.]


By the way, I have a question.

[a beat.]

... What exactly is a cockatrice, anyway?

[THEY'VE BEEN IN THIS FOREST FOR LIKE. AN HOUR ALREADY.]

iv.
[anyway he's chucking his picture book right into the harbour.

bye!!]
 
 
09 October 2017 @ 05:06 pm
I
[It's a lovely day—the kind perfect for a cup of coffee and some sweets. Whether you're outside of the cafe, though, or already inside—well, you might notice one (1) weirdo pressed up against the window, peering into the building with a wide-eyed look.]

...

[Nothing to see here, move along—]

II
[Kai and Master seemed to enjoy it, so why not give it a try...?

And that's how Bruno ended up sitting on the edge of a fountain, tossing out pigeon feed. This would be great, except none of the pigeons are approaching.]


Why...!? Why will they not come to me?

[WHY DO ANIMALS HATE HIM.

... In any case, after it becomes clear that this is a failure, he turns to the nearest person and holds out the bag of feed.]


Would you like it? It appears I have no use for it.

III
[Evening falls upon the town, and—]

Thief!

[As a man grasping a book runs by, weaving into an alleyway, Bruno's call rings out in the air—with Bruno in pursuit of said thief. Help him out, Y/N??]
 
 
27 September 2017 @ 03:46 pm
[It'd be a nice day today, if it weren't for the heat. Still, it's bearable, if you have common sense. Stay hydrated, don't wear heavy clothing, etc.

Ferim doesn't have common sense.

And the thing is—well, his outfit? It made him to carry him through the Ice Ages. At that time, he'd learned the valuable lesson of "human bodies don't react well when exposed to freezing temperatures". On the other hand, he has little experience with warm days, and so, at first, he's confused. Why is his body so sluggish????

Then, it occurs to him that oh. He's overheating.

AND THEN HE COLLAPSES ONTO THE GROUND.]
 
 
11 January 2016 @ 03:37 am
A:
[It's late at night, a time where few else are awake, or at least few are out on the streets. This would be because it's reaching dangerously close to the curfew imposed when the town—and the country as a whole—was invaded not long ago, meaning few dare to step out now (so what are you doing out here, huh?).

Clearly, this is the best time to find dead bodies.

... Two dead bodies, to be exact, and those of soldiers. And look, you even caught the assailant at the scene of the crime: a young man holding a bloody sword (though no sheath—the only ones with such a thing are the corpses, indicating where the weapon may have come from), spare hand pressed to his side where red spreads. It's fairly obvious that he's injured, from the way he's bent over, expression tense in pain. He's also bleeding badly; it could very well be a fatal wound.

Do you help the person who, for all you know, is some psycho serial killer, or do you run away (or none of the above)??]

B-i:
[Who even knows what's going on, but you're sick??? And you should be in bed, but you're not for whatever reason, you crazy person, which happens to be the point where your handy caretaker Jiros walks into the room, holding a bowl of soup.

Pausing, he stares, before blandly:]


I would advise against your current action of choice. A lack of proper rest will only delay your illness further.

B-ii:
[Alternatively, Jiros is sick and you're the one looking after him, and he's apparently a massive hypocrite because guess who's not resting??? Instead, despite being pale(r than usual) and looking unsteady on his feet, he's picking up his bow, suggesting that he's about go out and shoot things.

... For training, okay!! Nothing questionable!!! But either way, he's... not resting...]

WILDCARD:
[idk do whatever]
 
 
[A: SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW]

[Lief misses his friends. He can't say he misses home, given certain... complications, but he misses Jasmine and Barda and Doom and everyone else. It's foolish, he tells himself, for he has duties he must achieve and so missing his companions should be the last thing on his mind, but still, the feeling persists.

And besides, though he can do nothing about the obligations that he presently can't fulfill, perhaps he can and try fill the void in his heart.

Anyone passing by the area might see Lief, practicing his sword swings (and with quite the nice sword, at that). Barda, at least, would probably want him to keep up his training, even in a strange land.]


[B: YOUR RAINBOW]

[By which I mean your home country, thanks.

Greetings, (hopefully) kind and helpful stranger. A young man (or perhaps 'boy' would be more accurate still) will be approaching you, a polite smile on his face.]


Hello, my friend. Would you be so kind as to point out to a traveller where he may rest for the night? Preferably somewhere of low cost, as luxury is hardly needed. Merely a good, warm bed.

[C: DELTORA YO]

[You've probably been travelling for a while and are quite thirsty and hungry. Have no fear, though, as a stream is nearby, with trees bearing golden fruit growing nearby. Should you try eating the fruit, you'll find that the skin is disgustingly bitter, but the fruit underneath is rich and sweet. Unless you like eating awful things, you'll probably peel off the skin and eat the fruit on its own.

Afterwards... well, it's a pleasant area. Nice and peaceful. In fact, you're getting strangely drowsy. It's probably since it's early afternoon, and you just ate, so maybe take a break...? Before you know it, you'll find yourself lying in the (thankfully shallow stream). The water's nice and warm, though, and the stones that line its base are flat and smooth, so it's probably pretty comfortable in its own way. You're getting rather sleepy now, and a nap wouldn't hurt, right?

... Except it would, because that sure is a giant bird—as large as the trees—moving towards you. Congrats, you're its next meal (oh, and those stones you're lying? They're actually skulls).

This would be a good time to run—except you'll find that you don't even have the strength to cry out, let alone move a muscle.

That's what happens when you eat Sleeper Fruit flesh.]