forum Trope-Inversion RP?

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

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(Okay sorry let's finally start this bad boi. I'm over my depression

So who wants to be picked first?

(OK!)
The priest, a rather plain-looking man with a salt-and-pepper beard, exhaled sullenly, veering out of the way of a merchant's cart
. They'd searched the whole town for the son of a tax-collector. Only daughters were available, it seemed all the tax-collectors were either shrewd enough to send their sons on journeys before the church came looking, or it was all one big coincidence.
He decided to take a shortcut back to the church, stepping into the space between two buildings, a long, yet pristine alleyway spanned out ahead of him

There was a kid in the alleyway who seemed to be picking up a few kittens from a corner. Even in the dim light, his red hair caught the faintest whispers of sunlight. He was quite short as well; that was fairly evident. The kittens mewled quietly as he cradled them, glancing around for a mother. He spotted the priest coming and froze, holding the delicate kittens close to himself protectively.

The priest recognized him at once. This was, ironically, just the type of person he'd given up on searching for mere seconds ago.
"You, son, have you heard of the prophecy?" He asked

"Uh… yeah. Why?" Cas asked, distrust laced within his words. He carefully set the kittens in his pockets, planning on taking them to one of his mother cats so they could be properly taken care of. His jacket was simple and black. It was more like a cloak, honestly, as it had a long hood and went about to Cas's knees.

"Well, it foretells of a tax-collector's son, rising up to defeat Belithae, among others." The priest explained.

"…How do you know it's me? Aren't there other sons of tax collectors? Besides, I'm hardly even his son anymore…" Cas held a kitten close to his chest, scratching gently behind its ears.

(Ahaha sry I wasn't on last night my internet cut out again.)
"Again, we have the prophecy." The priest responded. "And you know, we will reward you handsomely. Fifty Inkrits up front, and a fully furnished sod afterwards." He explained.
(Inkrits are an obviously fictional currency.)

"Yeah, but what if we die? Not that I give a flying fuck, but the others might. Then what are we working for?" Cas looked up at the priest, clearly skeptical.

"If you die we have clerics who can reach into the world of rhe dead and revive you." The priest assured.

"Uh… I think I'd rather just stay dead, but I've got nothing to lose whatsoever, so… lead the way, I guess." Cas adjusted his grip on the kitten he was holding.

Priest smiles, turning away and beginning to walk out of the alley, next to you would need to find the son of a blacksmith!

Cas walked beside the priest, having to walk rather quickly to keep up because of his height. He gently set the kitten he was holding into his pocket.

Ava tinkered around with a little wooden figure that walks. She had about 12 of these and she had named them all. She was thinking of names. Once she finished she wound it up and let him walk around. "I think I'll name you…Jason." She said after a bit. "Yeah! You look like a Jason." She said as she moved him to another table as she began to clean her table.

The priest came to the main road again, waiting for the tax-collector's son. Pitchden was bustling, steam from baker's shops wafted their way, and the sound of cart wheels could be heard creeking over the roads.

Cas trotted after the priest, staying close so he wouldn't get lost. He had a tendency to lose himself in crowds. He kept checking his pockets to make sure the kittens were okay, and slipped someone's wallet out of their pocket as he walked, smoothly putting it into his own.