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The Bad Life Decisions Meme

So. Your character has just made a ~*stellar*~ life choice.
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Post with your characters, and others will post to your thread with the number they rolled using the RNG. The number decides what beautiful choice you or the both of you have made.

1. Morning After; The morning after. You guys may have been drunk or completely sober. You may remember or have no clue who this is in your bed or why they're there. But they're there. And you guys did it. Is this a total disaster or a blissful recollection of a night of magic?

2. Popo Shut Us Down; Oh crap, get to the getaway car! You may be innocent or have actually broken the law, but either way, you've got to escape those sirens! That, or spend the night in jail contemplating your lives.

3. Knocked Up; You're what? Can you hear the pitter patter of little feet?

4. Married In Vegas; Wow man, wasn't last night awesome? Yeah bro I can't remember half of it it was the bes--- hey what's that on your finger... and on mine?! Yeah, you guys got married. Wat do.

5. Anger Management; You don't know why, but you're hit with the overwhelming urge to punch this person in the face. So you do. And everything rolls on from there. Do you get in an overly dramatic fight full of fiery explosions? Is a friendship shattered? Who knows!

6. Kinda Hungry Dude; You're hungry! Either both of you or just the one posting to the thread. You have eaten questionable brownies. Suddenly everything seems kinda funny, and your hunger hasn't been sated at all. In fact, you could really go for some more snacks.

7. Nice and Breezy; STREAKING. YOU'RE STREAKING. And the person you're posting to gets a lovely, full-frontal view of your naked parts. Join in or question the person's sanity?

8. Wasted Together; You're drunk. The pair of you. So drunk. Shenanigans ensue.

9. Hay Gurl; For some reason, you're compelled to try out every pickup line you know on this person. Especially the horrible ones. Oh, god, why can't you stop this?

10. Deepest and Darkest; You've just blurted out your worst, mostly deeply buried secret. The dirtiest of your dirty laundry. And less blurted it than screamed it at the top of your lungs for reasons unknown to you.

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[It's even more obvious one is a tiefling when one has lost all of one's clothing: the pretty patterns of spots around her face also run down her spine, after all, right to the base of her long tail. Not that she really wanted to flash the whole city, but not all thieves succeeded all the time, and the current batch of goons chasing her managed to strip her down in addition to taking all of her worldly goods, in retaliation for her stealing a couple of their worldly goods.

But here comes a very naked Neeshka, barreling right at you, the only scrap of clothing hanging from her being a loose lace curled around one horn and a dagger in one hand that she managed to lift off someone else in the fray of her escape.]

[Hourglass eyes went wide as he watched the spotted nude...creature of some sort race by, completely nude. They went wider when he realized that she was coming straight for him. He didn't manage to get out of the way in time, and soon she crashed straight into him.]

Clumsy oaf! What do you think you're doing? [He rasped.]

[Neeshka happened to be looking over her shoulder at just the wrong-- or perhaps right?-- moment, and she crashed right into the white-haired fellow, all right, only managing not to topple over in the process by grabbing onto his cloak and tunic and wildly flailing her tail about for balance.]

Whoops! Sorry!

[Perfect time to lift a coinpurse, amirite? Since now she is completely lacking in anything at all. She made a quick pick-pocket before she let him go and hopped back-- hopefully without being noticed.]

Nice cloak! Mind if I borrow it?

[Looking over her shoulder again nervously, as she said it. She can hear the rattling armor and pounding feet, practically, of those thugs.]

[He leaned heavily on his staff and barely kept himself on his own feet between the force of her body, combined with the way she gripped his cloak.]

Yes I mind!

[He pulled his cloak tighter around him, as if though he was worried she might rip it right off his body. He was too busy with this to notice any pick pocketing, and if she was lucky she'd get some steel coins, though he also had pouches with various other things on his body, including feathers, sulfur, herbs, garlic and bat guano.]

Oh! Well, then.

[Neeshka struck a pose in front of him, curling her tail "seductively", since he was being rude about it all, and gave a laugh before bolting off again, since her pursuers were just rounding that corner behind her.

Of course, she was opening his "coin purse" as she ran, only to find there's nothing but sulfur in it. What a nasty joke to play on a tiefling!]

Eeeeew!

[So she spun around and hurled it back at Raistlin's head, despite now being visible to the thugs.]

You dropped something, mister!

[The pose, while mildly distracting due to the fact that this woman didn't seem to age and decay in his eyes, didn't change his overall irritable demeanor. In fact, it worsened when she tossed his bag back to him, and he reacted too slow, getting hit in the head with it before it fell to the ground. He glared at her a moment before bending down to picking up. He'd heard that before, usually from kender. He quickly began checking his pouches to see if anything else was missing, grumbling something about how he hadn't known that beasts and kender could produce offspring.]

[Lucky for him, that was all she had the chance to nab. She stuck her tongue out at him, for the glare, then bolted off again.

Maybe she'd find him later and see if he had anything more useful on him. Then again, someone who carried sulfur might not be someone a tiefling wanted to mess with... decisions, decisions!]

[Satisfied, Raistlin turned and began to walk away, hoping he wouldn't be bothered again.]

[Well, really, this is the "bad decisions" meme, so what fun would that be? Neeshka found herself some clothes, this time, before she sidled up to the cloaked, staff-weilding fellow-- much later in the day; just how she found him, we'll just leave up to her sneaky thief skills-- at a tavern or perhaps just in the marketplace.]

So you got anything else on ya besides sulfur? [she asked in a low, mostly teasing sort of voice.]

[Now sipping tea at a tavern, because he's the sort that goes to a tavern and asks for some tea, or at least some hot water so he can make his own, he finds himself again confronted with the strange creature. His eyes narrow.]

No, I wear the rest of these pouches for decoration, [he responds sarcastically. Then, thinking of why she might be asking, he added,] And no, you can't see what's in them. And I'll curse your hands to lose their fingers if you try to take a peek yourself. [He glared at her for a bit longer.] Are you part kender by chance?

Not that I know of. [Neeshka leans her elbows on the bartop, tail flicking idly back and forth, and grins sidelong at him.] Not unless 'kender' is another word for 'fiend'.

[Which, of course, leads her to ask:] What's a kender?

Pesky, short little creatures who have a penchant for walking off with other people's belongings.

[She didn't look much like one, but she seemed to have a suitable personality for one.]

Hey, I'm not short!

[Neeshka was happy to pout at him, for that, even though she really wasn't all that offended by the comment. A kender sounded kind of fun, actually. She was less happy about possibly telling him what she was, though.]

You seriously don't know what I am?

[She pointed to the horns as if they should be a dead giveaway.]

No. I see your horns clearly, but I have not seen your like before so that's hardly a help. And while you're not short, the rest of the description fits you perfectly.

[She stuck her tongue out at him, but more playfully than in actual offense. She did steal things and be annoying. It was fun! And, really, the only way she could make a living, being what she was.]

You've never, uh, heard of a tiefling, then? Because that's what I am. Tiefling.

[And if he didn't know what it was, she was totally not going to explain it to him.]

No, I haven't.

Well, then. Now you have! Hence the horns and the tail and stuff. The stealing I think comes special.

[He simply nodded indifferently, and went back to sipping his tea, keeping a close eye on the pouches around his waist while he did so.]

[Neeshka eyes him briefly, then decides abruptly:]

Gods, you are boring.

[And if she can't get anything out of him with that, she might just give up!]

"Yes, I am," he agreed, hoping that would make her go away.

Lucky for him, it rather did. She rolled her eyes, hopped up, and leaned over to pat him on the top of the head, if he didn't swat her hand away before it got there.

"Poor, boring old man. Guess I'll have to look somewhere else for excitement."

He swatted her hand away, content to wait for her to leave so he could continue his tea in peace.

She stuck her tongue out at him, then sauntered off to find someone less threatening to rob, or at least more fun to pester.

((heheh, thanks for the fun, and so sorry she's annoying ;) ))

[It was fun! And I didn't find her annoying, Raistlin did, but he finds everyone annoying.]

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The Bad Life Decisions Meme

The Bad Life Decisions Meme

Raistlin Majere | Dragonlance

Fantasy characters unite! Rolled a... seven >.> I'm sorry

If this isn't all right, I'll edit

works for me! =D also, please forgive my lack of icons >.>

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