ASK ME ABOUT MY ___

[anonmeme]

THE ASK ME ABOUT MY [BLANK] MEME

You're now mingling in a place of your choice-- a party, your usual headquarters etc.-- when you find yourself with a sticker/pin/label of some kind that only reads ASK ME ABOUT MY (PROBLEM OR EXPERTISE OF CHOICE). You did not put this on yourself, and you cannot remove it, but it clearly states one or more of your most embarrassing, darkest, secretest or proudest feats. 

RULES:
-Comment with your character and their name/canon on subject
-Fill the comment with what their pin states
-Embarrass the hell out of them
-Take revenge by embarrassing others and comment around!

Comments

[jingly]

[There's a button covering Malone's belt buckle; he doesn't actually have a shirt to have it pinned to. It reads "Ask me about my projected life expectancy."

He's not really paying any attention to it, not in the least because he can't actually read; he's paying more attention to Gangryn, Gangryn is the first person he's seen around here and he's nothing like anyone Malone has seen before.]

So! What brings someone like you to a place like this? [Ironic coming from him, yes; Malone is also... hanging by his legs upside-down from the branch of a tree, having swung down to say hi.]

[flightlesser]

[Gangryn shrieks and jumps a foot, turning around and then half relaxing because at least it's not a Dramen come to drag him back inside. He comes out here to think, to plan - inadvisable plans - to collect his thoughts and breathe and to be away from the heat of Warnado's interior, the close smothering walls and the architecture 100% designed for a creature of flight. There's a reason he has to be carried everywhere by mooks. "The Floor is Lava" isn't a game he plays so much as a way of life.]

...Euh. You. Startled me. [As if that wasn't obvious. The urge to genuflect already fading, as he realizes from all the hair and the delicate looking skin that this is a human, but not quite sure who or from where, not armored like a dragonator, or seemingly with any escort. But humans in general make him suspicious, even ones who act friendly. Someone like you, indeed.]

I was born here; it's you who belongs elsewhere. How did you get down here without a dragon? And--[He does read a little human languages, some very broken up English, culled from ancient texts called 'ebooks' surviving in fragmentary form from salvaged spaceships. It's partially how he got his medical knowledge, he spent long hours deciphering letters until he could read, more or less, at least enough to understand things with pictures and take educated guesses.] ...Are you in danger?

[Based on what he thinks that badge says.]

[jingly]

[Malone blinks, and can't help snickering a little at the jump after it happens; no offense to Gangryn, he just has an odd sense of humor and anyone who isn't him freaking out doesn't bother him, usually.]

A dragon? [That makes his eyes widen, and he drops down, hitting the ground in a roll that turns into a tumble and lands him in a crouch, jingling to a stop in front of Gangryn.] I don't know where I am. Is there somewhere up there? [He looks up, but they aren't underground! Interesting.]

Why do you ask?

[flightlesser]

[Well, that was an impressive move. Laugh or no laugh, even the well trained humans don't usually exhibit that much flexibility. Of course, most of them are just trained to punch people and ride on giant lizards, and steal other peoples' amber. He smiles anyway, though.] You little showoff.

--Hmm... You're on Old Earth. A few miles away from my master's kingdom home. You're too old to be an orphan, too young for senility... [He waves off the question about 'somewhere up there'.] Airlandis. Creatively-named home of all humans, unless they've started exiling their criminal element down here. That would be just like them.

[He reaches forward, actually grabbing the button and the belt it's attached to, although his arms are thin and little, and there's not much he can do with the grab, the only muscle on him anywhere seems to be his tail.] This. 'Ask me about my something life expectancy.' I have one too, I thought it was one of Fryte's pranks at first, but he can't read or write. And his pranks usually involve.... physical humor, or farts. [Long suffering sigh.]

[jingly]

I'm a jester! I'm supposed to jest. [That was absolutely all the explanation needed, obviously. The smile was a better response than Malone's japes usually got, though, and it encouraged him.

'Old Earth', a kingdom, a place called Airlandis that he's never heard of...] Sounds like I'm a long way from Mongonda. [But even that was only a moment of not-terribly-strong concern.] I've never heard of Airlandis before. Is it up in the trees? On a cliff? Does it float?

[Oh okay just grab Malone's belt buckle, that's fine, he'll just roll with the 'friendliness'.] Is that what it says? [Well now he's just curious. And not particularly wanting to talk about his life expectancy, so he sort of subtly turns it back around.] What does yours say?

[flightlesser]

Now I've seen it all. A traveling jester. [Though perhaps that's not fair, perhaps he was abandoned, like a dragon will sometimes abandon a misshapen egg, only to have it hatch later and yield up a confused cub, wandering around with big eyes and a bigger appetite.] You must be hungry...

'Mogonda?' I don't suppose you could draw a rough map, if someone gave you paper. Dreadwing would be interested in other settlements, especially if other humans are there.

[She lets go of the belt after a moment, and then goes to scrabble at her own.] Mine is boasting. 'Ask me about my self taught medical abilities'. --Everyone is self taught, there's nothing special about what I can do or how I came by doing it. And I wouldn't brag about it.

[jingly]

Oh, I don't travel much. I'm usually needed by Lord Kortan's throne! [And when he did travel it was because Kortan was traveling and wanted Malone to come with, for whatever reason. Sometimes as a personal servant, sometimes just as a person to take his frustrations out on.]

But I could probably draw a map... as far out as I've been. [Which didn't include how to get there from here, but still!] Would that be worth a meal, stranger?

[That last bit was sing-songed; Malone was entirely unbothered to be maybe bartering for food. It had been a while since he'd last gotten to eat.]

You're a doctor? [Okay instead of 'stranger' she's getting called 'doctor' from now on.] If your button's bragging, does that mean you're good?

[flightlesser]

[The last time someone had tried to call themself 'ruler of all they surveyed' in front of Dreadwing, it had led to a comical half hour long yelling and punching fest, which fortunately Gangryn had not personally witnessed, but had heard about from Nocturna.] Lord Kortan. [well, perhaps Dreadwing didn't need to know everything, just yet.] My master is jealous, it may be a good idea to keep that name secret, for now. At least until we've figured out how far you've come, and gotten a warm meal into your belly.

It would be, yes. [She didn't seem to see anything wrong with negotiating - but to her credit didn't seem to want to increase his vulnerability to exploit him, either, giving the belt buckle a light tug, sort of astonished she can't just pull the pin off, but not willing to try harder and rip his pants or make him mad, getting punched would probably be an earned response. She lets it go.] Come with me. I have a secret underground tunnel that leads to my laboratory, and by secret underground tunnel, I mean please don't tell anyone.

--You might as well call me Gangryn, jester. I was waiting to see if you'd give me your name first. [But she always loses games of chicken.] Good? ...Comparatively. And I enjoy it, which makes me want to get better. There's something about taking care of the sick that feels... productive. [Plus, there's nothing to fear from people and animals who are ill, besides infection, which isn't a major concern for her. They're too weak to be a threat, so she can go about her business helping them without worrying too much.]