forum Medieval/Fantasy RP (CLOSED, STALK)

Started May 22, 2018 by @Skylark

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Wake up, Onyx, you guppie. Ye gotta get outta 'ere

Travis’s smirk faded, his face going cold. He slowly wiped the mud from his eyes, trying to look intimidating before laughing and quickly reaching down to grab a fistful of mud. “You didn’t have to mention it. I could already see it…” He sprang up and sent the mud hurdling towards Victoria. “All over you.” He finished.

“Hey!” Victoria cried, turning away so that the mud hit her side. “Alright then. It is on.” She threw another two fistfuls of mud at Travis.

Travis dodged one fistful only to end up right in front of another. He laughed and grabbed another fistful of mud and aimed right at her head.

(Do you want to say that this continued on for a little more and then cut to when they’re done?)

//okay yeah thats easier

//clears throat

This continued for a while until Victoria held up an empty hand. “Alright, stop,” she panted. “I’ve got to get home. My parents think I’m at the market.”

Travis nods, panting as well, then gives Victoria a once over. “You’re not going anywhere like that.”

“Yeah, well, not like I have much of a choice,” Victoria says. A shadow crosses her face. “I’’l be fine.”

“Hold this.” Travis says as he takes of his muddy jacket and hands it to her.

“‘Kay,” Victoria says, hugging the jacket to her chest.

Once Victoria took the jacket from him, he began to take off his shirt. “You know, it’s your fault we got so muddy.”

“Yep, my fault you pulled me into a mud puddle. Mmhhmmm,” Victoria said with a slight smile.

//is she wearing his shirt now to I thought it was just the jacket.

“See! Your finally getting it. I’m so proud.” He gushed, handing her his shirt to put on. “Here. Wear this. It’s not muddy.”

“See! Your finally getting it. I’m so proud.” He gushed, handing her his shirt to put on. “Here. Wear this. It’s not muddy.”

“Alright. I’ll pay you back,” Victoria said, accepting the clean cloth.

“Or you could just return the shirt…” He laughed. “Keep it, and I’ll walk you back to wherever you need to go.”

(Could we bump into the others when we make it back to the village?)

“Or you could just return the shirt…” He laughed. “Keep it, and I’ll walk you back to wherever you need to go.”

(Could we bump into the others when we make it back to the village?)

“Thanks,” Victoria said, slipping her arms through the sleeves and buttoning up the shirt. “Just home. Well, my house. Not really ‘home’. (Directions and/or address).”

“Alright then. Let’s go.” He smiles.

(Do you want to just skip to when we are walking through the town?)

//yep

Victoria was walking beside Travis on the beach, chatting amiably, when she noticed (somebody come in here.) “What’s that?” She asked in a hushed voice.

//no we will walk on the beach