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bakerstreet2017-03-28 12:40 am
memeorabilia) wrote in bakerstreet2017-03-28 12:40 am
burning bright
-Okay so you're sitting around a sweet-ass bonfire in the countryside
-or on a beach
-or under the fucking water for all I care, fuck science, it's your choice
-There's probably like, s'more making or hotdog roasting too, who the fuck cares
-And cheesy sing-a-long songs
-And possibly even underwear burning or like throwing random things into the fire
-Or even dancing naked around it like the satanic witches you are.
-Since y'all are suckers for romance the bonfire is pretty fucking romantic
-It can also be pretty fucking platonic because let's face it sometimes you want to do shit with friends
-Just roll with the scenario, have fun, and enjoy the fucking bonfire because it really looks fucking awesome
Felix Antol | Original Character
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[The small conglomerate of weary travelers had sat in some measure of silence for a while — more so out of actual exhaustion from moving from point A to point B than from lack of social graces. Felix had fallen into this world after narrowly avoiding danger in the previous one; a terrible place, the last one, full of smoke and chimney stacks and roars of coughing as prevalent as chatter on the streets.
Boy, he's damn glad to be free of that one. But not quite free even still. Every adventure around other people is a danger to some degree; he can't give orders still, and he has to obey them, and for him that means a constant accidental threat. He's sure most people don't want to incidentally get him killed, but... yanno how it is.
He's found himself glad a lot of people don't want to talk here, but Felix is also a social creature despite his affliction. When campfire stories start up, he's eager to listen to them. By the time he's worked up his usual energies, he's talking about extinct creatures — tigers, as big as houses, stripes and teeth and fire-red fur. The inhabitants of this world don't know them, and the inhabitants of Felix's own home world never got to know them as they were. For that, it makes an interesting tale of taming one to ride over mountains.]
— and that's when our dashing hero decided to tempt the majestic and dangerous foe from its cave with fresh meat. It was as tall as a house, this tiger, and its eyes glowed yellow-green in the darkness...!
C: C:
It's not that this is the first time this has happened in his life. It's pretty common as far as occurrences go when it comes to his little brother and deciding to go drinking with Despil. Merlin could wake up on the back of a whale the next day, being crowned the king of LaLaLand and married to a Praying Mantis. It's just something that could happen. Not that any of it needs to happen. Or would happen. Just that there's a distinct possibility of any of it being true when he next opens his eyes.
Last time he woke up with five Ty'iga demons in a bed with him. He still doesn't know if sex was involved. And he really doesn't even want to know.
He palmed his pocket a moment before and spread a set of cards in front of him. At least he has a way back home. But for now he's pretty invested in hearing the end of this story. ]
How would the beast know the difference between the hero and the slap of fresh meat? [ he asked, just wanting to keep up with the story. His hands were wrapped around a cup of coffee, it seemed like a fresh cup of Starducks. ]
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[He grins and winks at the audience.]
The hero narrowly evaded the beasts teeth, as tall as him -- and when it was preoccupied with the little snack he'd left, he used a rope to scale it and clung to its matted red and black fur; the beast bucked and rolled, trying to rid itself of the man. But he was determined to get the creature and befriend it to ride back to his village, to defend it from the dreaded darkness.
[The kids are at the very least enraptured by the tale.
The adults all see it as silly stories, and that works for Felix, because he's pretty sure it's all hogwash. But it's fun hogwash, huh?]
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Merlin can't help but grin at the thought of the hero scaling the side of a mountainous tiger. He curled his hands like claws and roared quietly at some of the kids who giggled and pushed him away as he tried to claw their shoulders.
He rolled over easily and sipped his Starducks. ]
Alright. So what happened next? Did the hero tame the beast?
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Good question! What do you think happened next?
[Totally just put you on the spot, think quick, my dude.]
I'm sorry! I was sick this week.
I doubt the beast was that agreeable. [ He sits up and weaves a simple spell through the fire, making the flames dance in a way that produces a shadow on the side of a rock, a tiger roaring fiercely. ] It's a proud beast. House sized. Do you think it's going to be tamed that easily? [ He's asking the kids this and they whisper: no, like a crowd of trained monkeys. Thanks, little people. ]
The hero will have to work for it. How do you think he'll do it? Will he trick the beast? Use magic? Maybe he's just very patient.
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Felix isn't super well-versed in magic, really. He's a worldhopping sort, sure, but he's never really had any ability himself. He sits with deep interest and also is a trained monkey with his no. But you know, kids are the best, they know what's up. He's more than happy to be stuck among the likes of them for storytime.]
My mother always said patience is a virtue.
I mean, I'm too impulsive to know what that's like, but I'm sure it's a great thing to have.
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So, the hero just waits for the beast to tire itself. [ The flame tiger roars and twists and trashes until it finally yawns and lays down to sleep. ] And when the tiger is sleeping.
Do you know what the hero does next?
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"Has himself a nap!"]
Aaaa. [Those are good, and things Felix would do... well, if not run away, because there's no reason to face a tiger that big, no way. But he's got to think heroic here. Hmmm.] ... Yeah, I'd probably take a nap, too. It's kind of contagious. But, uh, that's probably not what the hero did.
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How does that help him tame the beast? Look, our hero is obviously a clever man. He's going to whisper to the tiger's ear and hypnotise him while he sleeps. [ Pretty obvious, isn't it? Who wouldn't have thought of that? ]
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The thought makes his smile thin a little, and he feels a cold wave wash up his spine. He doesn't like that the wording bothers him so much; it's just a fairytale, a silly little story. But when he thinks of what's currently plaguing him, it makes him feel uneasy. He was 'hypnotized'. In a sense. And sometimes he wonders if the mindwashing'll ever fade.
These kids and these crowds don't know the story, though.
They don't need that baggage
He smiles again, more determined.]
What's he tell him, then? This clever guy.
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And who wouldn't want to help a friend, hmm?
[ The kids nod, and he feels mildly guilty for cheapening friendship like that. ]
Do you have friends? [ he asks, wondering if he can turn this story around still and make it actually a nice one. ]
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I do, actually. A handsome cockatiel named King Kong. Dashingly handsome, like his best bud.
[He grins, framing his own face with his hands.
Fight away the sadness with silliness, right?]
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Would you do that to your friend? [ he asks suddenly. ] Hypnotise him like our hero did with the tiger?
What about you?" [ he looks at the kids, who shake their heads. ]
Yeah, me neither.
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It's not nice, to make anyone do something they don't want to.
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"What if the hero just asks the tiger nicely to ride him over the mountain?!"
Felix grins.]
A hero with good manners, huh. Great manners.
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I like it. Reason with the good tiger. Lean on its softer side. [ Almost everyone has one. Merlin has a giant one that's pretty hard to hide at times. ]
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Question is, does it work? I bet if you barter it will.
Maybe the hero could promise the tiger at least a steak a week. That's a pretty nice deal.
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But it's a start. Maybe throw in a backrub and health benefits, too.
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I'll trade with him; that doesn't sound half bad.
[But it's late — the parents of those rowdy kids start to lead them all back to their tents, and everything around here becomes quiet, the story woefully incomplete. Felix doesn't mind; he starts unrolling his sleeping bag and tries not to think too much about home and how far away it seems. The fire still burns — one of the elders in the group said letting it go out would be bad, real bad. Monsters bad. And like hell does Felix want to deal with monsters on top of everything else.]
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He adds a log every now and then, leans his back to a rock behind him and--
There's someone else awake too. His storyteller partner from earlier. He can see the whites of their eyes in the dark. ]
Hey, what's your name? [ he asks while stretching out his legs. ]
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Thank god. No concrete orders. Questions, questions he can definitely do. He smiles a bit, illuminated by the fire.]
Right, kind of rude not to give out names. And after all the narrating, too.
I'm Felix.
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Nah. Being caught up in a moment is not that bad.
I'm Merlin. Nice to meet you.
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