Okay, so… This is gonna be fun
Basically, this is going to end up as whatever kind of roleplay we want. The only things I ask:
Op characters encouraged
No sentence limit, doesn't even have to be a full sentence or perfect grammar! (But I do ask that I can at least understand it)
You don't even have to be in a lot!
Do whatever the hell you want, basically! The only actual rule I have is no major character control (you can do stuff like dragging places, etc, but not one shot destruction)
This is basically a self indulgent, no stress roleplay, basically
(Hello! I would be interested in this, if you'll have me. :)
(sure thing! You want to do templates?)
(I don't care. I'm good with either!)
(okay! I'm thinking just jump right in. You or me start?)
(got it!)
Sam walked down the streets, smoking.
(This is pretty much all you have to do, literally run wild with it! XD)
(Cheers!)
Karia was not paying attention to where he was going. His mind was whirring around, his eyes glued to the pavement beneath his feet. It shouldn't have been a surprise when he ran into someone, but he still gave a short shout of surprise at the impact.
Sam looked up, biting his cigarette a bit.
"Watch it," he growled.
"Oh, gods, I'm sorry!" Karia exclaimed, taking a few steps backward. "Are you alright?" He tucked a lock of turquoise hair behind his ear and gave the man an apologetic smile.
Sam tilted his head a bit.
"Like someone like you could hurt me…" He mumbled to himself. He didn't know what to do with this. People didn't smile at him, for Christ's sake.
"Uh, alright." Karia frowned a bit. This guy seemed slightly confused, though he had no idea why. He'd simply bumped into him. "Well, sorry again. I'm glad you're alright." Karia gave the guy another smile.
Sam grunted slightly. He tried to return the smile, mostly to seen normal, but it didn't quite… Work.
Karia stared at the man, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. He seemed to be trying to smile, but it wasn't working out for him. "Um… are you sure you're okay?"
Sam nodded, his attempted smile dropping.
"I don't do smiles."
"Oh, okay." Karia bit his lip, then glanced behind him. The collision with this man had rattled him so much that he'd completely forgotten that he was being chased. Two people with swords skidded around the corner a little ways down the street. "Right." Karia groaned.
Sam looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"Need help?" he offered. He reached in his pocket, pulling out his dagger.
Karia glanced over at the man, considering his offer. Normally, he would be fine taking on two people. But he'd been caught without proper weapons, so… "Sure, why not." He shrugged and turned his attention back towards his pursuers.
Sam nodded a bit.
"Perfect." Now, he did give a smile, but it was a sick, twisted thing on his face.
Karia caught the expression on the other man's face and let out a slight laugh. Of course. The people slowed to a walk in front of them, both looking at the man with confused expressions on their faces. They had probably signed up to take down a lone 'defenseless' man, only to find there were two of them, and one had a knife and a scary expression.
"Do you mind me taking them?" Sam asked, turning to Karia. Not kill, take.
"I suppose," Karia said, not quite sure what he meant by that. But he didn't care what happened to them, and it would be nice not to have to fight someone on his day off.
Sam nodded, stepping forward. He turned to the two soldiers, his smile coming back. He rushed forward, nicking both men before pulling back and putting his dagger away. The men, of course, were in extreme pain, growing smaller and smaller.
Karia watched, frowning slightly when all the man did was nick them. His eyes widened when they started shrinking. "What did you do?" He asked, his tone more curious than shocked. This was something he'd never seen before and it intrigued him.
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