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overbox2014-02-10 01:40 am
giantprince) wrote in overbox2014-02-10 01:40 am
A different potential for Brave New World!
-1-
[6am. A time unfit for human beings, but also for some reason the time that has been chosen for early morning sword drills. Obviously Manfred is up and re-oh no he's not. He's sprawled across his bed, deep asleep and snoring like a sawmill. If you dare to get close enough, you can smell the wine fumes on his breath. His Machop, for some reason, is also lying in his bed, with one leg lying on top of his head.]
'm only human...six times is all've got in me...
-2-
[And why was Manfred fast asleep when he should have been ready for sword drills? Probably because the night before, he has snuck out of the barracks to sample the wine and women of the city. He's currently in a tavern, singing a drinking song (the chorus of which goes "The wine gets drunk, but you get drunker!") along with half the bar, with a goblet of wine in one hand and a cute girl on his knee.]
Don't have all the lyrics for that one down yet, but pour me another cup and I won't care! Haha!
-3-
[Due to various circumstances beyond your control, you believe you may be the target of assassins, and you confided as such in the young knight. He's normally cheery expression abruptly became serious.]
Assassins? I might actually have something that can help you a bit, there.
[He starts digging through his backpack.]
-4-
[The Swords of the Saviors are on the scene! Manfred, at a towering 6'6", is intimidating enough normally. Clad from head to toe in plate mail with a yard long broadsword gripped in a gauntleted fist, he looks like a war god come to Earth. The Machop trying to keep up with him looks almost depressed at what it has to compete with for attention.]
THE SAVIOR PROTECTS THE RIGHTEOUS!
[6am. A time unfit for human beings, but also for some reason the time that has been chosen for early morning sword drills. Obviously Manfred is up and re-oh no he's not. He's sprawled across his bed, deep asleep and snoring like a sawmill. If you dare to get close enough, you can smell the wine fumes on his breath. His Machop, for some reason, is also lying in his bed, with one leg lying on top of his head.]
'm only human...six times is all've got in me...
-2-
[And why was Manfred fast asleep when he should have been ready for sword drills? Probably because the night before, he has snuck out of the barracks to sample the wine and women of the city. He's currently in a tavern, singing a drinking song (the chorus of which goes "The wine gets drunk, but you get drunker!") along with half the bar, with a goblet of wine in one hand and a cute girl on his knee.]
Don't have all the lyrics for that one down yet, but pour me another cup and I won't care! Haha!
-3-
[Due to various circumstances beyond your control, you believe you may be the target of assassins, and you confided as such in the young knight. He's normally cheery expression abruptly became serious.]
Assassins? I might actually have something that can help you a bit, there.
[He starts digging through his backpack.]
-4-
[The Swords of the Saviors are on the scene! Manfred, at a towering 6'6", is intimidating enough normally. Clad from head to toe in plate mail with a yard long broadsword gripped in a gauntleted fist, he looks like a war god come to Earth. The Machop trying to keep up with him looks almost depressed at what it has to compete with for attention.]
THE SAVIOR PROTECTS THE RIGHTEOUS!
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[But despite his grumbling he actually is starting to fumble about for clothes and get dressed.]
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I'll let him know that you're on your way.
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[Manfred is trying to find his other boot, he might be a bit.]