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sheridan2017-09-27 04:43 pm
pactfulfilled) wrote in sheridan2017-09-27 04:43 pm
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[Open Starters]
[ MOMS GOTTA MOM ]
[Asbel sighs, foot tap-a-tapping the cobblestones as he adjusts his tie with stiff, robotic movements. "Just meet with them," she said. "They seem very nice," she said. Ugh. Mom could be such a nag. Asbel honestly has no interest in an arranged date, which is exactly what this is. He doesn't know this person, and they don't really know him either. And the last thing he wants is to spend the evening caged in a stuffy dining room discussing all of his assets and what an eligible bachelor he is (or isn't). He's pretty sure they're going to get bored too. Maybe they don't want to be a part of this either.]
[Asbel sighs again, unable to stop himself. But someone's coming towards him now, and his escape options have all but vanished. He puts on the most pleasant smile he can muster, and extends his hand, trying hard to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck with the other one. It's an anxious habit.]
Um, Mother told me you were coming. I'm Asbel Lhant, but you probably knew that already...
It's very nice to meet you. I, uh, I hope you brought your appetite with you.
[He doesn't have to turn around to know his mom's facepalming behind him.]
[ AUTUMN DELIGHTS ]
[It's autumn, and the constant breeze scatters leaves across the courtyard. Asbel is busy helping sweep them all up - so no one trips - but it's definitely no easy fight to win. Still, there's a fairly impressive multi-colored mound growing beside one of the fountains, and if he hadn't spent all morning at it, he'd be tempted to just throw himself onto the pile.]
[Not far away, one of the stalls is fragrant with the homey smells of apple and pumpkins pies as well as other breads and fruit preserves, and just a little ways beyond that, the soldiers are helping farmers work a cart full of corn out of a rut in the road.]
[It's just a normal day in town! Or is it...? Because something unusual is croached on a corner of the roof, leering down at them.]
What the...? [He pauses in his raking, eyes narrowed.] Hey, do you see that too?
[ THE COORDINATED CARTA CARD CAPER ]
And you last saw it where? [Asbel nods as one of the townspeople describes the final moments he spent with his precious, highly sought after Magic Carta card. It pictures the Goddess Martel, he explains. And it was just yesterday when he was playing with the Turtlez, put the cards away in their box, and returned home only to discover that she was missing. He stares up at them, and then bursts into tears. Asbel casts a glance behind him, then clears his throat.]
Are you sure the Turtlez didn't sort it in with his cards by mistake? It could have been an accident.
[The man shakes his head, accusing the Turtlez of outright deceit, and then begins crying again. Asbel closes his eyes, then turns to his companion with a shrug.]
Well, I guess we have no choice but to track this Turtlez down. Any idea where we should look first? He can't have gone too far.
[ EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS ]
[So... maybe they had a point. Maybe he did need more hobbies. Swordsmanship was all well and good, but being a lord meant he had to learn other skills too so that he could do even more to help his people. And so it is that Asbel is plunked in a chair, hands folded on the table in front of him, looking determined.]
So, what will you be teaching me today? I'll give it my best.
[He just hopes it doesn't involve studying. That'd sure be a drag!]
[ E.T. PHONE HOME ]
[Asbel stares down at the device in his hand. Pascal had insisted that he couldn't break it - it's "dummy proof" apparently, with two buttons - one to send messages and one to call them back. Except she hadn't really explained how to select who to send a bird too. Asbel turns a little knob on the side and presses one of the buttons. A small digital bird vanishes into the air, and a few moments later the device crackles.]
Good try, Pascal. But either I'm too much of an idiot to use your "dummy proof" machine, or you may want to make a few more tweaks to it.
[Assuming it's actually Pascal on the other side? Who knows where the bird really flew off to!]
[Asbel sighs, foot tap-a-tapping the cobblestones as he adjusts his tie with stiff, robotic movements. "Just meet with them," she said. "They seem very nice," she said. Ugh. Mom could be such a nag. Asbel honestly has no interest in an arranged date, which is exactly what this is. He doesn't know this person, and they don't really know him either. And the last thing he wants is to spend the evening caged in a stuffy dining room discussing all of his assets and what an eligible bachelor he is (or isn't). He's pretty sure they're going to get bored too. Maybe they don't want to be a part of this either.]
[Asbel sighs again, unable to stop himself. But someone's coming towards him now, and his escape options have all but vanished. He puts on the most pleasant smile he can muster, and extends his hand, trying hard to resist the urge to rub the back of his neck with the other one. It's an anxious habit.]
Um, Mother told me you were coming. I'm Asbel Lhant, but you probably knew that already...
It's very nice to meet you. I, uh, I hope you brought your appetite with you.
[He doesn't have to turn around to know his mom's facepalming behind him.]
[ AUTUMN DELIGHTS ]
[It's autumn, and the constant breeze scatters leaves across the courtyard. Asbel is busy helping sweep them all up - so no one trips - but it's definitely no easy fight to win. Still, there's a fairly impressive multi-colored mound growing beside one of the fountains, and if he hadn't spent all morning at it, he'd be tempted to just throw himself onto the pile.]
[Not far away, one of the stalls is fragrant with the homey smells of apple and pumpkins pies as well as other breads and fruit preserves, and just a little ways beyond that, the soldiers are helping farmers work a cart full of corn out of a rut in the road.]
[It's just a normal day in town! Or is it...? Because something unusual is croached on a corner of the roof, leering down at them.]
What the...? [He pauses in his raking, eyes narrowed.] Hey, do you see that too?
[ THE COORDINATED CARTA CARD CAPER ]
And you last saw it where? [Asbel nods as one of the townspeople describes the final moments he spent with his precious, highly sought after Magic Carta card. It pictures the Goddess Martel, he explains. And it was just yesterday when he was playing with the Turtlez, put the cards away in their box, and returned home only to discover that she was missing. He stares up at them, and then bursts into tears. Asbel casts a glance behind him, then clears his throat.]
Are you sure the Turtlez didn't sort it in with his cards by mistake? It could have been an accident.
[The man shakes his head, accusing the Turtlez of outright deceit, and then begins crying again. Asbel closes his eyes, then turns to his companion with a shrug.]
Well, I guess we have no choice but to track this Turtlez down. Any idea where we should look first? He can't have gone too far.
[ EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS ]
[So... maybe they had a point. Maybe he did need more hobbies. Swordsmanship was all well and good, but being a lord meant he had to learn other skills too so that he could do even more to help his people. And so it is that Asbel is plunked in a chair, hands folded on the table in front of him, looking determined.]
So, what will you be teaching me today? I'll give it my best.
[He just hopes it doesn't involve studying. That'd sure be a drag!]
[ E.T. PHONE HOME ]
[Asbel stares down at the device in his hand. Pascal had insisted that he couldn't break it - it's "dummy proof" apparently, with two buttons - one to send messages and one to call them back. Except she hadn't really explained how to select who to send a bird too. Asbel turns a little knob on the side and presses one of the buttons. A small digital bird vanishes into the air, and a few moments later the device crackles.]
Good try, Pascal. But either I'm too much of an idiot to use your "dummy proof" machine, or you may want to make a few more tweaks to it.
[Assuming it's actually Pascal on the other side? Who knows where the bird really flew off to!]