forum Trope-Inversion RP?

Started July 17, 2019 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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Cas nodded. "Yeah to both…" He lifted up the kitten a bit so it was more visible. "I'm protecting her."

"She's adorable! Can I pet her?" Ava asked. She wasn't old enough to have a familiar but she was so close. She would get hers when she turned 16 which was only in a month if she lived that long.

"Sure." Cas smiled softly and let Ava pet the kitten. "I've got a couple more in my pockets. I found them abandoned and couldn't just leave them there…"

"Aww!" Ava cooed as she held the black(?) kitten. It mewed as she petted her and nuzzled into her. "You're adorable." She whispered to the kitten.

(They can be whatever color lol)
Cas pulled a black kitten with white markings out of his left pocket and a white kitten with black spots out of his right. He placed them gently on each of his shoulders. "I'll call this one Maisie…" He said quietly, stroking the primarily white kitten.

Ava chuckled at this. "They really cling to you, don't they?" She asked. "What's your name?"

"Yeah, I'm like, their leader or some shit." Maisie meowed quietly. "I'm Cas, by the way. You?"

"Ava," She said. "So you're like the king of the cats?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." The black and white kitten started toying with Cas's fluffy hair. "Hard to say why they like me so much, though. It's not just them. I've pretty much got an army of alley cats at my disposal."

"All hail Cas! King of the cats!" Ava announced laughing. The black kitten started to close its eyes as she nuzzled into Ava's arm.

Cas laughed quietly as well. "Yeah… this whole adventure thing is kinda weird, right? Like, am I seriously the only tax collector's son in the entire town? How does he know it's me?"

"I know," Ava whispered. "My family hasn't used magic in public in forever and I know at least two other artisans in this town with daughters."

Cas nodded. "There's no way I'd be particularly helpful on an adventuring team… I'm only really good at herding cats and stuff."

"Is everyone ready?" The priest asked, nodding towards the blacksmith shop.

Ava looked at the priest. "Yes." She said. I wonder who this will be.

Cas nodded again and followed the priest, letting Ava keep holding on to the black kitten.

After looking out for wayward carts, they cross the streets quickly, not wanting to be trampled by some merchants' horses

Ava followed the priest, dodging a few people as they crossed.

There was a knock at the door, so Lionell's father went to get it, peeling himself off of his easy-chair and setting aside his very large stringed instrument. The orc answered the door, towering over the priest. Despite his imposing stature and large tusks, there was a soft gleam to his eyes and a genial smile that betrayed his good nature. After greeting the priest and listening to his request, the orc turned his head back towards the forge.

"Lionell!" he bellowed in Orcish. It was loud enough to be heard over the din of the forge, and the priest flinched. "There's someone here to see you!"

Back in the forge, Lionell grumbled and set down his engraving tools. "What?" he said in Orcish. His father glared at him, so Lionell changed his attitude. "Yes?" he said with a saccharine smile.

Cas looked up at Lionell's father nervously, clearly intimidated by the orc's height. Both the orc and half orc seemed massive from down here at five feet tall.

Ava looked up at the orc. She had heard of this blacksmith shop. They were incredibly talented and made splendid weapons. She looked at Cas and nudged him. "Relax." She whispered.

Lionell sighed. He was used to people being intimidated by him and his dad, but a priest at his door wasn't usually a good thing.

"Listen, if you guys want a weapon, we can meet you at the storefront around the corner," he said, jabbing a thumb to the right corner of the house. "Otherwise, if it's about what happened the other day, that chicken was looking at me funny! He had a look in his eyes and I wasn't about to be judged by a chicken."

"No. We'd just like to recruit you. The son of a blacksmith, is on the prophecy on display at the main hall of the Church of Thirteen." The priest explained.

Ava looked up at the orc. She had heard of this blacksmith shop. They were incredibly talented and made splendid weapons. She looked at Cas and nudged him. "Relax." She whispered.

Cas glanced over at Ava and did his best to relax his muscles. He soon managed to at least give off the allusion that he wasn't scared.