Cannon fodder (fantasy superpower rp) (closed, started)
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Ivaan wasn't sure if it was because of the day's excitement, or the sheer tonnage of the salad and potatoes he had managed to eat, but he had begun to feel drowsy.
"Does anyone have a problem with that plan?"
"I agree, but I'll sit out the talk with the villager. I don't think he enjoyed my company. Well, I think it's also about time I went to bed. "
He sleepily bid a polite goodnight to his companions, and went to find a room to sleep.
"Does anyone have a problem with that plan?"
"I agree, but I'll sit out the talk with the villager. I don't think he enjoyed my company. Well, I think it's also about time I went to bed. "
He sleepily bid a polite goodnight to his companions, and went to find a room to sleep.
I vote for a time skip also.
Ivaan was the first to wake, groggily, his brain tried to make sense of the situation. He looked out a window and saw bom running towards the inn.
Ivaan threw out a lifeline to bom; sending him a little energy, in case he had been attacked, before getting up and putting on his cloak.
The fur on his bottom half had grown back nicely, and now only a slight difference could be seen in the hues of the fur.
a minute later, Ivaan lumbered down the inn's stairs, seeing Bom enter the inn.
"Bom! What's going on!?" he asked in a coarse whisper
Ivaan threw out a lifeline to bom; sending him a little energy, in case he had been attacked, before getting up and putting on his cloak.
The fur on his bottom half had grown back nicely, and now only a slight difference could be seen in the hues of the fur.
a minute later, Ivaan lumbered down the inn's stairs, seeing Bom enter the inn.
"Bom! What's going on!?" he asked in a coarse whisper
Bom burst into the inn. He saw that some of the others were already up, preventing any chance of him sneaking back to bed.
"Bom! What's going on!?"
Bom then realized he didn't have any kind of story worked out in his head.
"What do you mean, 'what's going on'? Is something going on? I don't..."
He glanced around the inn, expectedly.
"Bom! What's going on!?"
Bom then realized he didn't have any kind of story worked out in his head.
"What do you mean, 'what's going on'? Is something going on? I don't..."
He glanced around the inn, expectedly.
Rias was still out, having been the last to go to bed, having cleaned up her mess in the kitchen, dishes and all, before going to bed.
Karen on the other hand awoke with the others, and walked out of her room in, in typical 'Karen' fashion time to see Bom come in.
"Bom! What's going on!?" she heard Ivaan ask, and Karen leaned against the railing and waited for an answer
Karen on the other hand awoke with the others, and walked out of her room in, in typical 'Karen' fashion time to see Bom come in.
"Bom! What's going on!?" she heard Ivaan ask, and Karen leaned against the railing and waited for an answer
for the 'new' people, Karen isn't modest in the least, so 'typical fashion' would be her nude or next to it
Claire crawled free of the bed at the sound of the animals, very much awake. The words of the elder yama were still resonating in her head; they had ruined her sleep long before the animals interrupted it. Thinking worst case, she bolted from the room, still in a sleeping gown, her longsword in hand.
She arrived in the main foyer a moment later to find Ivaan looking expectantly at Mr Bom, who in turn looked guilty as hell, along with Karen "dressed" immodestly. Having missed Mr. Bom's entrance and words, Claire could only try and make guesses about the situation - some of them more or less then likely then others, some innocent and others with disturbing implications. Most of the later group were the result of consolidating Karen's lack-of-dress and Bom's guilty looks.
lowering her sword until the tip hit the wooden floor, she shook her head and said "Do I even want to know?"; less of a question to be answered and more of an indictment of the universe's less-than kind attitude to her sleep cycle.
She arrived in the main foyer a moment later to find Ivaan looking expectantly at Mr Bom, who in turn looked guilty as hell, along with Karen "dressed" immodestly. Having missed Mr. Bom's entrance and words, Claire could only try and make guesses about the situation - some of them more or less then likely then others, some innocent and others with disturbing implications. Most of the later group were the result of consolidating Karen's lack-of-dress and Bom's guilty looks.
lowering her sword until the tip hit the wooden floor, she shook her head and said "Do I even want to know?"; less of a question to be answered and more of an indictment of the universe's less-than kind attitude to her sleep cycle.
William hadn't been sleeping very well. He had been having quite a lot of nightmares recently, A loud sound of an animal was heard. William woke up and looked around the room, he jumped out of bed and grabbed his sword and shield. He ran down the stairs wearing a pants and simple shirt. He heard Claire say "Do I even want to know?"
William entered the room and looked around. He noticed Karen's choice of clothes, and he quickly looked away. He saw Bom looking guilty, and most of the party standing in the room. The ash began to move out of his armor, it slowly went down the stairs and began to gather around him. "Bom what happend?" William sounded a bit annoyed but mostly worried.
William entered the room and looked around. He noticed Karen's choice of clothes, and he quickly looked away. He saw Bom looking guilty, and most of the party standing in the room. The ash began to move out of his armor, it slowly went down the stairs and began to gather around him. "Bom what happend?" William sounded a bit annoyed but mostly worried.
Back in his room, Reetch didn't stir. A combination of a heavy meal and the use of his powers had taken alot of energy out of the young Buvor. He remained fast asleep through the shouting, hurried footsteps and talking outside his chamber door. Even with William's shouting "Bom, what happened?" Reetch didn't wake, instead clutching his pillow and turning over, making a sleepy gurgling noise as he did.
"Do I even want to know?"
"Seeing as Bom just came in, and all kinds of noise is going on out side, yes, I kinda think we do wanna know." She said, noticing William turn away from her "what?" generally oblivious to general 'modesty'
Rias on the other hand sleepily poked her out out off her room "Whats going on .... She said around a yawn "And whys it so noisy ..."
"Seeing as Bom just came in, and all kinds of noise is going on out side, yes, I kinda think we do wanna know." She said, noticing William turn away from her "what?" generally oblivious to general 'modesty'
Rias on the other hand sleepily poked her out out off her room "Whats going on .... She said around a yawn "And whys it so noisy ..."
In the distance was the elderly yama, his hands had a white mist around them, a couple of meters in-front of him was a creature about the size and shape of a wolf, it lacked eyes, ears or a nose and its limbs had long bony hands instead of paws. The creature was sitting but looking directly in boms direction despite the walls of the inn being in the way.
Rias was coming around, stepping out wrapped in a bed sheet, while the others questioned Bom, she peeked out the window with Claire "Joy, a Swamp Wolf" she said in an annoyed tone, before retreating to her room to put some clothing on
Ivaan narrowed his eyes at bom, trying to figure the man out, before joining Claire by the window. Seeing the strange creature with the Yama, he instantly sent out a stream of energy to establish a connection with the beast, to see if it was alive or dead.
what manner of creature is that? as if in answer, rias spoke; "Joy, a Swamp Wolf."
"It would appear your actions have brought trouble upon us, Bom. I suggest that you tell us what happened. Quickly."
what manner of creature is that? as if in answer, rias spoke; "Joy, a Swamp Wolf."
"It would appear your actions have brought trouble upon us, Bom. I suggest that you tell us what happened. Quickly."
Bom watched the advancing animal through the window.
"Oh. Erm. They're coming this way."
He turned to the others, and realised they were still waiting on a real answer.
"Okay. Okay. Okay...Okay... To set the record straight, I was just minding my own business, out having a nice, midnight stroll, all right? That's all. If anyone asks, that is what I was doing. No wait! In fact, come to think of it, don't mention the stroll at all! Just say I was here the whole time. It'll only complicate things with needless questions, yes?"
He crossed his arms, and tried to look casual - whilst making sure to keep away from the windows.
"Oh. Erm. They're coming this way."
He turned to the others, and realised they were still waiting on a real answer.
"Okay. Okay. Okay...Okay... To set the record straight, I was just minding my own business, out having a nice, midnight stroll, all right? That's all. If anyone asks, that is what I was doing. No wait! In fact, come to think of it, don't mention the stroll at all! Just say I was here the whole time. It'll only complicate things with needless questions, yes?"
He crossed his arms, and tried to look casual - whilst making sure to keep away from the windows.
"Okay. Okay. Okay...Okay... To set the record straight, I was just minding my own business, out having a nice, midnight stroll, all right? That's all. If anyone asks, that is what I was doing." Mr. Bom said, the guilt on his face apparent. Suddenly it was starting to make sense. The weapon shop! He'd asked her to use her teleport to let him see inside. He had been casing the place.
"No wait! In fact, come to think of it, don't mention the stroll at all! Just say I was here the whole time." he continued without pause. The tip of Claire's sword touched the ground as the realization set in. She was moving away from the window before he had even finished; her sword lightly scraping across the floor.
"It'll only complicate things with needless questions, yes?" he said, trying to look casual but failing spectacularly. She finished her movement as he finished his words; now she was but a few feet from him. She had to be sure; she had to ask. "Mr. Bom... did your "not-a-midnight-stroll" happen to take you to the weapon shop you visited earlier?" she asked, her voice calm and collected but sickly sweet, an over-large smile on her face, but eyes cold and unblinking as though a bird hunting prey; the kind of expression that belayed the seething rage hidden behind it but not well enough to make it at all unnoticeable.
The sword still in her hand only reinforced and punctuated the danger Mr. Bom was in. At this point, Claire wondered if she would allow the Daya or the Ghouls the privilege of gutting Mr. Bom like a fish; it wasn't a privilege she really felt like sharing at the moment. Through it all, Claire could only think "Is it too much to ask for us to visit a town and leave without a mob on our tale or causing an incident. Is it really TOO much to ask; just once?"
"No wait! In fact, come to think of it, don't mention the stroll at all! Just say I was here the whole time." he continued without pause. The tip of Claire's sword touched the ground as the realization set in. She was moving away from the window before he had even finished; her sword lightly scraping across the floor.
"It'll only complicate things with needless questions, yes?" he said, trying to look casual but failing spectacularly. She finished her movement as he finished his words; now she was but a few feet from him. She had to be sure; she had to ask. "Mr. Bom... did your "not-a-midnight-stroll" happen to take you to the weapon shop you visited earlier?" she asked, her voice calm and collected but sickly sweet, an over-large smile on her face, but eyes cold and unblinking as though a bird hunting prey; the kind of expression that belayed the seething rage hidden behind it but not well enough to make it at all unnoticeable.
The sword still in her hand only reinforced and punctuated the danger Mr. Bom was in. At this point, Claire wondered if she would allow the Daya or the Ghouls the privilege of gutting Mr. Bom like a fish; it wasn't a privilege she really felt like sharing at the moment. Through it all, Claire could only think "Is it too much to ask for us to visit a town and leave without a mob on our tale or causing an incident. Is it really TOO much to ask; just once?"
"Mr. Bom... did your "not-a-midnight-stroll" happen to take you to the weapon shop you visited earlier?"
Bom looked between the Claire's sword and smile, unable to decide which was more threatening. Bom resolved the issue by looking at anything other than Claire.
"Well Miss, I might have, perhaps, passed by said shop during my travels..."
Bom held up his hands, his voice being a slightly higher pitch than usual.
"...But I didn't take anything! Honest! Really, I don't know what all the fuss is about. The place was already a total mess anyway."
Bom looked between the Claire's sword and smile, unable to decide which was more threatening. Bom resolved the issue by looking at anything other than Claire.
"Well Miss, I might have, perhaps, passed by said shop during my travels..."
Bom held up his hands, his voice being a slightly higher pitch than usual.
"...But I didn't take anything! Honest! Really, I don't know what all the fuss is about. The place was already a total mess anyway."