[ well, it's a sticky situation if gran's ever seen one.
still, the spiders aren't even as big as the ones he's used to back home. it isn't exactly his first time in a dark, dank forest either, but there's much to be said about the element of surprise! which is to say, he wasn't exactly expecting to go from town to forest in the blink of an eye, so can he really be blamed for getting tangled up in a massive spiders' den?
the answer's probably yes, by the way, as the entire clearing's littered with messy, tangled, ugly webbing. these spiders have advertised their presence loud and clear, and gran's just the type of guy to linger around, despite knowing the danger.
... not that he has the convenient choice of high-tailing it out of there, now that he's stuck, hanging upside down in a rather massive collection of webs, with his sword stuck feet away and spun into its own neat, little bundle -- well out of arm's reach.
more importantly, someone straddling the fourth wall might think, but uh, you've got a perfectly good mud prompt if gran's just going to get trapped anyway.
to which the omnipresent voice filling in these brackets would respond with, shut the fuck up, we're going to do it this way. ]
Wait—!
[ and for someone who probably just popped into view, ready to jump in for the rescue, gran's not... exactly... treating your presence well??? ]
Hold on! Stay right there. Don't move.
headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet;
You're kidding me, right...? Lyria, Vyrn... where are you guys?
[ hello, and welcome to... that one prompt where your thoughts... get broadcast out to the general public...! everybody! today, we have an exciting edition starring one (1) teenage boy, which would be more scandalous if only, you know, he were the type to think anything unsavory, and every thought weren't rife with transparent concern. ]
If I'm alive, she's got to be alive, too, right? That's how it works. At least, I think - Damn, I'm really not cut out for this. This being alone thing really gets to you.
[ and then, a pretty poignant pause.
has he finally figured out that he's been imposing his thoughts upon the populace? ]
... I mean, I'm starting to talk to all of the lizards. What would Vyrn think, if he saw me now?
[ what do you mean building a weapon grid doesn't even make sense in this context.
well, whatever, it's not like gran needs an excuse to get his grubby mitts on every single weapon that's been laid out for everyone's careful perusal. how is he holding onto ten spears at once, you ask? answer: magic. ]
Oh. Hey, you there!
[ ... just kidding, that's not his power. in any case, he's reached his limit if he's in your face and depositing like -- five swords into your unwitting arms at once.
two of which are about his height in length, and probably half his weight. good luck! ]
Sorry, I just need to borrow you for a quick sec!
( ooc: alternatively, just boop me for a tailor-made starter! if you'd like to plot anything, please just shoot me a pm and we can work out the details. i look forward to playing with you all! )
gran // granblue fantasy
still, the spiders aren't even as big as the ones he's used to back home. it isn't exactly his first time in a dark, dank forest either, but there's much to be said about the element of surprise! which is to say, he wasn't exactly expecting to go from town to forest in the blink of an eye, so can he really be blamed for getting tangled up in a massive spiders' den?
the answer's probably yes, by the way, as the entire clearing's littered with messy, tangled, ugly webbing. these spiders have advertised their presence loud and clear, and gran's just the type of guy to linger around, despite knowing the danger.
... not that he has the convenient choice of high-tailing it out of there, now that he's stuck, hanging upside down in a rather massive collection of webs, with his sword stuck feet away and spun into its own neat, little bundle -- well out of arm's reach.
more importantly, someone straddling the fourth wall might think, but uh, you've got a perfectly good mud prompt if gran's just going to get trapped anyway.
to which the omnipresent voice filling in these brackets would respond with, shut the fuck up, we're going to do it this way. ]
Wait—!
[ and for someone who probably just popped into view, ready to jump in for the rescue, gran's not... exactly... treating your presence well??? ]
Hold on! Stay right there. Don't move.
headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet;
[ hello, and welcome to... that one prompt where your thoughts... get broadcast out to the general public...! everybody! today, we have an exciting edition starring one (1) teenage boy, which would be more scandalous if only, you know, he were the type to think anything unsavory, and every thought weren't rife with transparent concern. ]
If I'm alive, she's got to be alive, too, right? That's how it works. At least, I think - Damn, I'm really not cut out for this. This being alone thing really gets to you.
[ and then, a pretty poignant pause.
has he finally figured out that he's been imposing his thoughts upon the populace? ]
... I mean, I'm starting to talk to all of the lizards. What would Vyrn think, if he saw me now?
[ nope. ]
there is no granblue, only spearman;
well, whatever, it's not like gran needs an excuse to get his grubby mitts on every single weapon that's been laid out for everyone's careful perusal. how is he holding onto ten spears at once, you ask? answer: magic. ]
Oh. Hey, you there!
[ ... just kidding, that's not his power. in any case, he's reached his limit if he's in your face and depositing like -- five swords into your unwitting arms at once.
two of which are about his height in length, and probably half his weight. good luck! ]
Sorry, I just need to borrow you for a quick sec!
( ooc: alternatively, just boop me for a tailor-made starter! if you'd like to plot anything, please just shoot me a pm and we can work out the details. i look forward to playing with you all! )