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oddsandends2017-09-24 03:42 pm
mytarget) wrote in oddsandends2017-09-24 03:42 pm
38th ♫ | No time like the present! Let's set out on a quest!
- "Okay, you know how every RPG has the grand heroes chosen by fate to become wonderful friends and stand up to the evil sorcerer/empire/corporation/monster and keep it from destroying the world? This game is not about them."
It's not always about saving the day. For every fate-changing hero running around and saving the world, there's a hundred perfectly ordinary people living out perfectly ordinary lives.
Well, for a given definition of "ordinary" anyway.
This meme is basically just an excuse to play out characters living their lives in a nice, relaxed JRPG setting along the lines of the Atelier or Etrian Odyssey series. There's no hard setting details other than "low fantasy JRPG aesthetic" so feel free to go nuts with the details!
Just drop a toplevel below with some AU details for your character (you can even pick out a character class if you're really into that), tag around and LET'S DO THIS
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Totally. Just. Making friends with the ground, here. I'm gonna acquaint the fuck out of myself with this fine, loamy soil. Gonna play patty-cakes with the earth and tell it all my deepest secrets. I'm down to get me the dirt on dirt.
[He's. Fine? Sure. He doesn't make any move to get up.]
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[She doesn't. But, uh, her magic teacher was similarly weird, so. he's probably fine? Maybe it's a crow thing.]
Are you... injured?
[Maybe that's a better question.]
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[He finally stirs, turning his head first, then making sure his feet still work. Slowly, he pushes himself up into a sitting position, face stunned blank. He looks back at the old clocktower, somehow smaller in his cloak and black clothes out in the blossoming light of day.]
...
I'm outside.
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[Arturia asks, watching the way he moves. He is a bit birdlike in how he takes things in, isn't he? Fixing up her armor and cloak, Arturia continues to observe.]
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[Without further ceremony, he gets to his feet and shakes his cloak out, still staring at everything around him like he can't believe it's real. After a moment, he walks over to the tower wall and touches it, then jerks back when the rough stone proves solid.]
Hopy shit.
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...By the gods, is he strange. But it must be so for tower-locked guardians.]
Well, it is no longer limited to you. You are free to leave as you wish.
[She waits, though, patting the horse's neck.]
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Guess there's not much worth wasting time on here, huh.
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[She mounts her horse then-- which, despite the grace of all her other movements, still seems somewhat awkward considering her small stature-- and takes its reigns, taking a few paces toward him. Her posture, though proper, is still somewhat relaxed, and she leads the horse to turn to the side so she can look at Dave properly.
Tell me-- what is your name?
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Dave Strider.
[He answers quietly.]
That's what she named me.
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Then rise, Dave Strider, and if you wish, join me.
There is danger ahead no matter your choice.
[A solemn warning, but not a distinctly unkind one. She's a bit robotic, though...]
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Join you and go. Where.
[I mean, speaking of robotic.]
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[Listen. Knights get hungry.]
I intend to take up some work there for a time before I move on.
[Until destiny has its way with her, apparently.]
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[That town? Just checking.]