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Simple favor

ask a favor memebecause everyone needs a little help sometimes!don't leave your top level blank. instead, start with a favor your character would (or wouldn't, if you need to sprinkle in the meme-forced juice) ask of others. get somebody to help them with their groceries! pretend to be their boyfriend at thanksgiving dinner! fight alongside them in a galactic uprising!
others will help out. or not.
return some favors.

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(( Info- A genius wizard who never lived up to his potential, finding that unwilling adventure is good for the soul. ))

No time to explain. Drink this- [ He thrusts a potion towards the person in question. It's bubbling. ]

If this turns me into a slug, you better turn me back before somebody sees me!

[But she has a reckless sense of adventure, so she knocks back whatever it is without so much as a sniff of caution.]

[ Felix's easy agreement is a relief. This is all part of a perfectly logical series of events, that's for sure. ]

Not... quite.

[ 'Not quite' he says. She's not 'not quite' going to turn into a slug. The effects kick in quickly- she might not be turning into a slug, but she's quickly getting to be the size of one. Down, down, down, until she knows how Thumbelina felt. He's squatting, and trying to make it look like he's tying his shoes while offering a hand now as large as a wagon to her.

The whisper is a bit frantic. Time is of the essence, it seems... ]

Quickly now. Can't have you getting seen. Or stepped on.

[She seems to take this surprisingly well. He's supposed to be a genius, right? He can probably change her back. Or maybe this is on some kind of timer?

She hops up into his hand.]

You wanna tell me what this is about?

[Ooo, maybe he needs her to slip through a keyhole to look for treasure. That would make this whole business of being shrunk down so tiny worth it.]

Edited 2024-02-07 23:35 (UTC)

[ This deeply surreal moment is quite exciting for him. Cunning plans and daring do, magical mixtures. Cute women in the palm of his hand was meant to be more of a turn of phrase but he’ll take it. ]

No time to explain.

[ He cradles her gently in his hand as he stands, then conceals her under his hat. Good thing his hair is so luxuriously soft and scented with a hint of rose petals.

Probably pretty hard to tell what's going on from in there, but he's pretty clearly getting yelled at, smacked and dragged off somewhere.

Sadly, not treasure. Escape plan. Tiny Felix beats a file in a cake, right? ]

[Usually bursting with questions, Felix has the good sense to be silent as he tucks her under his hat. She does her best to grip his hair in a way that won't be too uncomfortable, though the way he's getting smacked around, a little light hair pulling is the least of his problems.

She hangs on tight and waits for things to simmer down out there beyond the frustratingly opaque fabric of his hat.]

[ It's a while before Wrythin puts the next part of his plan into action. When he lifts his hat off, it's to reveal a dingy basement. He reaches for his little helper, and lowers her into view. ]

They never take the hat.

[ His smile is a bit forced, but that's not surprising considering the shiner he's sporting and the split lip. He's missing his staff and spellbook, but tricks up your sleeves (or in your hat) are what he's all about. ]

We've got a moment or two. Do you want explanation now, or save it until you've saved me?

Tell you want? I get you out of this and you can change me back and then tell me all about it over a drink when we get out of here.

[She takes stock of the basement, biting her lip thoughtfully, taking in the room and anything that might be to her advantage, small as she is.]

Deal. From the top shelf.

[ Gosh, he's so lucky to have her. He holds her up in his palm, so she has a full view of the place- it's your pretty standard dingy basement, not a jail cell. But reinforced with this sort of situation in mind. Including a metal-plated door to stop him from using his cantrips to blow his way out. Standard clutter like a broom, rotten tomato, dust, a cute lil' rat, anything you could want from a low rent dungeon. ]

Hmm. If that little fellow can get in and out, so can you. Or would you prefer to try the keyhole?

I'll ask the rat, if you'll be so kind as to set me down?

[She feels about in the pockets of her coat until she can produce a small vial of Speak with Animals and knocks it back. She figures not only can the rat show her the best way in and out of the makeshift cell, but might be willing to tell her where one might be able to get the keys. If she's lucky, maybe it'll offer her a ride, the floor seems impossibly huge at this size.]

[ Wrythin usually swigs one himself in the morning, but he'd decided to save it in the city. Why not? He could always pop it out when needed. Unfortunately, all of his precious hoarded potions and scrolls (he loves his scrollies) have been confiscated. ]

Very well. Do be careful.

[ He lowers himself to one knee and places his hand down so she can step off.

The rat speaks first, with a deliberate and punchy voice. ]

You got a nice ride. Looking for a guide?

[ The ride he's referring to is, of course, Wrythin. ]

[She chuckles.]

He's nice but he gets himself into trouble, apparently. Don't suppose you'd be willing to lend me a hand in a little jailbreak?

[ Wrythin scrunches up his face a little at her chuckle- he really wishes he knew what was going on. Knowing things is why they keep him around! ]

Promise me cheese, I'll get you out with ease. I'm smarter than the average rat, you see, I'll set you free.

[ The musical rat seems pretty chill about all this. ]

[Oh, how fun! If she had unlimited time, she'd eagerly play along with his rhymes. But she's got to be all business, for Wrythin's sake.]

There's a snooty cheesemonger in the upper city with an incredibly smelly, crumbly cheese that costs a king's ransom. I'll leave some by the doorstep if my friend and I can get out of here post-haste, my clever wordsmithing friend!

[ The chill rat gives a nonchalant nod, whiskers twitching to a beat only he can hear. ]

Those are my kind of eats, you'll get back to the streets.

[ He starts to scamper off, towards a masterfully concealed rat hole. A little pile of dislodged broom bristles disguised it wonderfully. He pauses to look over his little ratty shoulder, giving the pair of humanoids a moment to communicate. ]

I take it you're joining him? Good work. There's 3 of them. One's a mage who has prepared for other spell casters. The other two are just thugs.

[ He's concerned, of course, but when it comes to adventure mode, he's the ever the resolute tactician. ]

If you need it, the word to recover your original size is 'alesco.'

Got it. Hopefully I'll be back with the key shortly and nobody will be the wiser. And if not, well, I guess I'll blast my way out.

[There she goes, a girl with no plan, as ever. She whisks out the rathole and waits for her guide.]

((Help tracking, trapping, preparing to own, or avoiding any dangerous creature. The more dangerous the better, really.

He'd also do pretty much anything to help a friend out of a tight spot. Or anyone if it was an awkward enough situation. Drive several hours to pick you up from a godawful party? 100%. Your only volunteer dropped out of your event? He's there. He'd just much rather help out with dangerous terrain/animals.))

Dodge!

[ Pew! He shoots a blast from his hand- thankfully nothing deadly. ]

Please, do me the slightest of favours, good fellow, and silence that atrocious picture box. If I have to hear that grating voice for another moment, I promise you the consequences will be quite unsavoury.

[The smile is still in place, if a bit strained around the edges as he pinches the bridge of his nose, not regarding whomever he is speaking with so much as a glance.]

Please, tell me of the world you inhabit. I may wish to go there but simply hearing your life's tales will be sufficient for now.

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