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runiclorePrompt: 12 - Turned-On Character
Character: Arngrim
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kytha
Words: 244
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The last blow stunned Arngrim and he lay on his back. The polished marble tiles were cool, almost like ice, belied by the gilded warmth the hall of Valhalla provided for the eyes. He blinked at the dark ceiling and the glare of a chandelier.
"You weren't this clumsy when you were alive," Hrist said, moving into his range of vision. Her snowy surcoat jingled at the hem, the coins scraping his shoulder plate. The folds parted to reveal a smooth expanse of leg. "I thought you loved to fight. What is this nonsense you're inflicting on me here?"
When he parted ways with life, Arngrim was a normal, healthy male - a mercenary, and not afraid to spend his money on women when they looked clean enough. There was a merchant's wife in Coriander who gave him shelter when he was nearby on business, and she was equally willing to welcome him to her bed as her table, as long as her husband was gone. She was blonde, full-figured, and her cool alto voice in the morning was enough to make him want to stay - another day at least. And another.
She'd raised her eyebrow when she smiled at him the last time he was in town, glancing at Leone. He'd wanted time to explain, but their quest took him elsewhere.
If only she knew.
He would admit, though - when her boot wasn't flying toward his face - that she had nice legs. Really nice legs.
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Prompt: 18 - Naive Character
Character: Alicia
Requested by:seta_suzume
Words: 328
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Alicia sat atop a squat brick wall in front of the inn Leone had deemed worth their money when they reached Crell Monferaigne. Her feet dangled a few centimeters above the street, and her sword clanked on the stones when she shifted. The other woman was inside negotiating their price; Rufus and Arngrim leaned under the patio awning, where a few round tables were set with flowers, napkins shaped like birds, and teacups turned over on their saucers. Lezard stood a bit away reading a book.
It was nice to see a familiar place after their trip across the continent, and yet not. From her spot on the wall she could see the ruins of the palace she and Silmeria lived in until just a few months ago. The facade was rubble. Broken glass glittered in the windows that remained, and the dome of the ballroom gaped open, the stone arches cracked and broken - like teeth, she thought. Like the maw of one of those disgusting worms in the Sahma Desert, the one that tried to swallow Arngrim until he hacked through its body with his sword.
She never thought much about her captivity there. The servants allowed her to go on outings to the city, and the king's officials welcomed her to the castle's events as one of Crell Monferaigne's peers. Your parents sent you here to protect you from their enemies was what her tutor told her, and Silmeria said it was better not to know. You'll just make yourself sick worrying and wondering why. There is no 'why.' There is no such thing as 'fair.' You'd better get used to that now.
Now -- now Alicia wished she'd been more determined. Her own father denied her. She wasn't being protected from anything. Why?
She waited for an answer, but Silmeria ignored her question as Alicia knew she would. She slid from the wall and followed the others inside when Leone appeared at the door and beckoned them in.
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Prompt: 6 - Horny Character
Character: Judas (IoM)
Requested by:kytha
Words: 393
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Judas hated Valkyries. They were loud, self-righteous, and rarely overestimated their own power enough to allow him a convenient opening - for a knife to the ribs, perhaps, or a well-aimed fire lance. What kind of god toted swords and spears and traipsed around in a divided skirt that left nothing to the imagination? They couldn't stay put on the ground, oh no; they had to leap into the air, spread their ethereal wings, and force him to speculate on the precise measurement of a creamy thigh - small enough around to grip with two hands (to yank it out of its socket, of course)?
Ashlin hadn't any better taste than the others. She wore mortal clothes, but he knew what she was; her aura crawled over his skin like an itch, a rash. When he touched her, his fingertips burned red. He'd only done so once, to help her regain her footing, as Judas was supposed to be a conscientious traveler, a thief with a heart of gold, whatever it was Claira thought he did. She didn't believe his treasure hunting story, ironically.
Though he'd rather pry his eyes out with a spoon than look, Judas couldn't help watching Ashlin's legs when she mounted, flinging one over the saddle, her skirt flaring. She leapt to the ground rather than dismount - another show of legs. She took no pains to arrange her skirt when she flopped down to arrange kindling while the knights marched out to gather wood for the campfire.
He scowled and glanced aside, sitting carefully on a stone slab. It looked like broken masonry, though for what even he didn't know. It was older than he. Jelanda joined him, sitting more primly, adjusting her skirt as if it were fine silk instead of travel-worn wool.
She was forming a nice figure. He liked her hands best, because her fingers were slender, but the shape rounded at the base, forming an attractive curve to her wrist that was probably a good sign she'd fill out more attractively than--
Judas gritted his teeth, turned his eyes back to the fire. No. No no no no no.
She'd be loud, anyway - and she'd probably want to be on top. He'd had enough of that, thank you.
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Character: Arngrim
Requested by:
kythaWords: 244
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The last blow stunned Arngrim and he lay on his back. The polished marble tiles were cool, almost like ice, belied by the gilded warmth the hall of Valhalla provided for the eyes. He blinked at the dark ceiling and the glare of a chandelier.
"You weren't this clumsy when you were alive," Hrist said, moving into his range of vision. Her snowy surcoat jingled at the hem, the coins scraping his shoulder plate. The folds parted to reveal a smooth expanse of leg. "I thought you loved to fight. What is this nonsense you're inflicting on me here?"
When he parted ways with life, Arngrim was a normal, healthy male - a mercenary, and not afraid to spend his money on women when they looked clean enough. There was a merchant's wife in Coriander who gave him shelter when he was nearby on business, and she was equally willing to welcome him to her bed as her table, as long as her husband was gone. She was blonde, full-figured, and her cool alto voice in the morning was enough to make him want to stay - another day at least. And another.
She'd raised her eyebrow when she smiled at him the last time he was in town, glancing at Leone. He'd wanted time to explain, but their quest took him elsewhere.
If only she knew.
He would admit, though - when her boot wasn't flying toward his face - that she had nice legs. Really nice legs.
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Prompt: 18 - Naive Character
Character: Alicia
Requested by:
seta_suzumeWords: 328
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Alicia sat atop a squat brick wall in front of the inn Leone had deemed worth their money when they reached Crell Monferaigne. Her feet dangled a few centimeters above the street, and her sword clanked on the stones when she shifted. The other woman was inside negotiating their price; Rufus and Arngrim leaned under the patio awning, where a few round tables were set with flowers, napkins shaped like birds, and teacups turned over on their saucers. Lezard stood a bit away reading a book.
It was nice to see a familiar place after their trip across the continent, and yet not. From her spot on the wall she could see the ruins of the palace she and Silmeria lived in until just a few months ago. The facade was rubble. Broken glass glittered in the windows that remained, and the dome of the ballroom gaped open, the stone arches cracked and broken - like teeth, she thought. Like the maw of one of those disgusting worms in the Sahma Desert, the one that tried to swallow Arngrim until he hacked through its body with his sword.
She never thought much about her captivity there. The servants allowed her to go on outings to the city, and the king's officials welcomed her to the castle's events as one of Crell Monferaigne's peers. Your parents sent you here to protect you from their enemies was what her tutor told her, and Silmeria said it was better not to know. You'll just make yourself sick worrying and wondering why. There is no 'why.' There is no such thing as 'fair.' You'd better get used to that now.
Now -- now Alicia wished she'd been more determined. Her own father denied her. She wasn't being protected from anything. Why?
She waited for an answer, but Silmeria ignored her question as Alicia knew she would. She slid from the wall and followed the others inside when Leone appeared at the door and beckoned them in.
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Prompt: 6 - Horny Character
Character: Judas (IoM)
Requested by:
kythaWords: 393
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Judas hated Valkyries. They were loud, self-righteous, and rarely overestimated their own power enough to allow him a convenient opening - for a knife to the ribs, perhaps, or a well-aimed fire lance. What kind of god toted swords and spears and traipsed around in a divided skirt that left nothing to the imagination? They couldn't stay put on the ground, oh no; they had to leap into the air, spread their ethereal wings, and force him to speculate on the precise measurement of a creamy thigh - small enough around to grip with two hands (to yank it out of its socket, of course)?
Ashlin hadn't any better taste than the others. She wore mortal clothes, but he knew what she was; her aura crawled over his skin like an itch, a rash. When he touched her, his fingertips burned red. He'd only done so once, to help her regain her footing, as Judas was supposed to be a conscientious traveler, a thief with a heart of gold, whatever it was Claira thought he did. She didn't believe his treasure hunting story, ironically.
Though he'd rather pry his eyes out with a spoon than look, Judas couldn't help watching Ashlin's legs when she mounted, flinging one over the saddle, her skirt flaring. She leapt to the ground rather than dismount - another show of legs. She took no pains to arrange her skirt when she flopped down to arrange kindling while the knights marched out to gather wood for the campfire.
He scowled and glanced aside, sitting carefully on a stone slab. It looked like broken masonry, though for what even he didn't know. It was older than he. Jelanda joined him, sitting more primly, adjusting her skirt as if it were fine silk instead of travel-worn wool.
She was forming a nice figure. He liked her hands best, because her fingers were slender, but the shape rounded at the base, forming an attractive curve to her wrist that was probably a good sign she'd fill out more attractively than--
Judas gritted his teeth, turned his eyes back to the fire. No. No no no no no.
She'd be loud, anyway - and she'd probably want to be on top. He'd had enough of that, thank you.
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Yay VP
Date: 2008-10-31 02:36 pm (UTC)Re: Yay VP
Date: 2008-10-31 06:54 pm (UTC)On the other hand, it was great to be able to evade an enemy's attack range. That's something you could never do in VPL.
Re: Yay VP
Date: 2008-10-31 10:52 pm (UTC)One of those games I really enjoy, but will have to sit down with some day and do some testin with.