bang bang (my baby shot me down)

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RP SCENARIO GENERATOR MEME

Post your character and your preferences. Insert your character and [character b] into the RP Mini Scenario Generator. Post the results in your top level comment. Other people respond with starters.

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[burlyboy]

[ Magnus may have absolutely no interest, but Magnus also can't help but flirt every now and then. He's naturally friendly! Sometimes it just comes out that way! ]

So this is how we're doing it, eh, big boy?

[ But he hops on, cheerfully enough. He has no idea what Estinien is going to do, but he's got an inkling. Maybe he's got some sort of magical flying spell! Maybe he has Haste cast on him! Maybe he has an invisible floating carpet!

Oh, Magnus hopes it's that one. That'd be dope. ]

[ohwyrm]

[Estinien simply rolls his eyes as he scoops Magnus up in his arms, hoisting him up as if his big, burly bulk is nothing at all.]

Don't get too excited - we've barely just begun.

[With no other witty comeback in mind, Estinien bends his knees and prepares his signature spell: jump real fucking high.

WOOSH. In one leap, he launches them high into the sky, soaring over the forest before Estinien lands again. His feet barely touch solid ground before he jumps once more, and they travel like this a while, jumping in leaps and bounds across the dark and treacherous forest (though, it is worth noting that it might not have been so treacherous if not for Estinien's presence. Possibly. Maybe.) When he finally lands for good, he isn't winded in the slightest, and he loosens his grip on Magnus so he can disentangle himself. The village is not in sight yet, but there is a clear path in front of them; for whatever reason, they are to make the rest of the trip on foot.]

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus lets out a whoop the first jump. And the second. By the third he seems to have calmed somewhat, but that's only because he's made the wise decision that whooping any more will probably get him dropped, and while he's pretty sure he'd survive the fall, it wouldn't be particularly fun for him. Still, this had been the last thing he was expecting, and he's absolutely and utterly delighted by it without any desire to hide it; why hide what excites you, right? Life's too short! ]

Hot damn! [ Magnus exclaims as he hops out of Estinien's arms. It may be what some could call yet another whoop. ] That was amazing! What was that spell called?

[ Wait, wait, he knows this one -- ]

Jump?

[ohwyrm]

[Estinien looks quite pleased with himself when they land... which lasts until Magnus calls it a spell. He furrows his brow in confusion, before finally shrugging and returning to his usual aloof demeanor.]

It was certainly a jump. I have never heard anyone refer to a dragoon's leap as a spell, however - for all our skill with commanding aether, spellcraft is not one of our specialties.

[Ugh, aether, spellcraft. He's so pretentious. Shut up, it's fucking magic.]

Anyroad, we should be able to make the rest of the way on foot. It should take no longer than-

[He stops mid-sentence, his sensitive ears picking up the sound of twigs cracking underneath somebody's feet. Estinien reaches for his lance once more (how does he do that so quickly? again, mysteries) and readies himself, just in time for someone to come barreling out of the woods, charging towards them on all fours. Its another burly boy, with hair as red as Magnus', but that's where the similarities end: this man's as naked as the day he was born, and his long, scraggly beard and longer, more scraggly hair are tangled and matted, full of leaves and twigs and burrs. However, he does not launch himself at them; instead, he stays a few feet away, growling and snarling at them both as he crouches in the moonlight, blocking the little dirt path that leads to the village]

[burlyboy]

I've never heard of aether. But it sounds like magic. Looks like magic too.

[ But hey, what does he know? All he can do is punch things really fucking hard. Anything more than that is, as far as he's concerned, magic. ]

Whoa!

[ This man looks... a lot like him, actually, if he decided to go full feral when he arrived here. He takes a couple of wary steps forward, one hand held aloft, immediately going into Animal Handling mode -- this isn't an animal, but he's got Rustic Hospitality too, so he's pretty sure that the two combined will probably work. ]

Don't go sticking him with your lance just yet. Not a good way of making friends. Hail and well met, stranger! We're not here to give you any trouble. [ He looks pointedly at Estinien. ]

Right?

[ohwyrm]

[And Estinien returns that pointed look with one of his own]

That's right... so long as you do not trouble us.

[Estinien isn't putting his lance away just yet, but he is standing still instead of outright attacking him. The stranger, however, does not seem to care; his attention is purely on Magnus right now, and when he steps closer, he rears back and snaps his jaws at him like a wild beast, only to let loose a pained whimper when he lands back on the ground, hands planted in the dirt.

While Magnus' rustic charm isn't quite enough to soothe the man's nerves, he's at least close enough to see something strange: there's a large horn stuck in his hand, right in the spot where his thumb meets his index finger. While that does not explain everything about his... everything, it at least solves the mystery of why he's in such a foul mood.]