Test Drive

[jarredforlife]

[NOTE: changed the info link to reflect info shuffling in my posts.]

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Prompt 1: Everyday Life

[A nondescript man pats down his pockets, frowns, and then heads your way with purpose.]

So . . . Don't suppose I could get a smoke off of you?

Prompt 2: I Can't Believe It's Not Thusia

[Your character has died! And then . . . woken up in some cold stone room full of weird shrines??? Plus some strange dude is sitting next to you, puffing lightly on a cigarette.]

Oh, you're awake? Then welcome back to the land of the living. Or to the land of the re-living. Still not sure how the terminology works there.

Prompt 3: You Make Up A Scenario

[You make up a scenario.]

Comments

[dreamvour]

Likewise. Though he shows up, every now and then.

[wethrinaer]

[he heaves a sigh, more put upon than annoyed]

I suppose I should look into getting myself some weapons, then.

[jarredforlife]

Oh really... Well, that's a change.

[jarredforlife]

Fire demons had to get it from somewhere.

[jarredforlife]

[points at one of the shrines]

There's a good place to start.

[jarredforlife]

It's pretty unreliable, as methods of obtaining cigarettes go.

[offscript]

Especially these days. People don't smoke like they used to.

[jarredforlife]

Depends where you go . . . I just happened to have bad luck this time. Except for you, of course.

[wethrinaer]

You wouldn't happen to know which one would happen to have daggers, would you?

[dreamvour]

Well. [she shrugs a shoulder] It isn't as though he doesn't have people here who worship him.

[jarredforlife]

[jabs at the one he pointed to again]

That one? If not, they'll be able to tell you where to go.

[jarredforlife]

That never seemed to bother Him, from what I recall...

[dreamvour]

There's other gods, here.

[wethrinaer]

Oh, lovely. Well, let us see if I cannot at least arm myself.

[he climbs to his feet and dusts himself off, then makes sure his clothes are presentable before heading over to the shrine]

[jarredforlife]

Good point, good point. If there were any other gods where I was, I'd assume they were clever enough to stay out of the whole thing.

[jarredforlife]

[will probably take the opportunity to wander over to whichever god supplies his cigarettes and make sure their standing quest is still going well! so he'll probably still be in the room once Maias is finished.]

[dreamvour]

Mm, something like that. They keep to their own territories, for the most part.

[wethrinaer]

[Maias' own visit must've gone well enough, because he's walking away from one of the shrines with two, shiny daggers - both of which he twirls between his fingers, before they disappear into his sleeves.

He may have looked relaxed before, but now it's far more genuine]

[jarredforlife]

[noticing that]

I see everything went well?

[jarredforlife]

Oh yeah? Sounds like a good system.

[wethrinaer]

I've a tab to pay back as soon as I'm able, but yes, it did.

[dreamvour]

It's been working for thousands of years, so I would hope it's at least good.

[offscript]

Except for me, of course.

[jarredforlife]

[puff puff]

Lucky me.

[jarredforlife]

A tab, huh. Better get used to it.