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epidemiology2015-12-07 03:33 pm
perma_banned) wrote in epidemiology2015-12-07 03:33 pm
The ABCs of being the Worst
CHARACTERS: Ban perma_banned -> OPEN
DATE: Week of December 7th - 12th
WARNINGS: Cursing, possible violence, theft...
SUMMARY: Multiple prompts! Thieving, training...
A - Thievin'
[There weren't many treasures to be had in either town, but there were fun things he liked to take once in awhile. Ban had spent the first few days of the week sneaking between both towns in little ratty disguises in his pursuit of: baskets. Woven, straw baskets. It had taken him hours and hours and hours, but finally he had collected enough to erect a small fortress in his room at the goblins' inn. There were whispers from little goblin children as they pushed over his door, revealing the fortress for what it was. The room wasn't terribly big, but one was greeted with a sea of the baskets, meticulously arranged to create the walls, floor and ceiling of a fortress chamber.
The newfound owner of those baskets was asleep in the middle of them, bottles of ale scattered around him in a number of directions. His door was unlocked and the children were watching with awe in their eyes.]
Do you think he's a crazy person?
He's gotta be! Do you think Graldia would give us a reward if we told her?
Why baskets, though?
B Training / Hunting / Dinner
[Ban wasn't a fan of earning his keep, but there were times he couldn't stand local food. Venturing into the woods was a bad idea even by his standards--since he knew how dark and unreliable they were. Fortunately, he was a quiet hunter and in the mood to hone a few of his spells, so he took the mood seriously.
Hunting with a bull whip, Ban snatched small animals off of branches, out of the grass and from their hiding holes like a ghost. Even among animals meant for the forest, his footsteps were light and difficult to hear. For someone who acted as if he had no grace, his training was nothing but rife with it. By the end of it all, he emerged from the forest with an arm full of rabbits and a deer hauled over his shoulder. With a glance, he caught sight of a fox hanging by the edge of the woods, watching him. Ban tossed one of the rabbit carcasses he had towards it--the fox backing away initially before grabbing it and diving back into the brush.
Then, of course, Ban settled in the field with his few supplies, setting up a spit and a fire while he went about cleaning things up. Spices were unwrapped from a leather back in his belongings and he went about making a stew. There were stolen potatoes and carrots left from his last major theft and to boot--a whole pig on a spit, which was stolen from a pen and definitely not earned in the forest.
Fanning the flames as the pig roasted, it seemed like Ban was trying to blow smoke in a certain direction, as if trying to lure in someone in particular--and, of course, someone who would tail that other one like a leech.]
C - A Tail
[Ban had a companion, after awhile--a little goblin girl who followed him through the streets anytime she saw him, watching him all day. As much as he loathed company like that, he decided to make a game of it. He'd stick a copper coin under a chair leg or beside a glass--a few little distractions he hoped would keep her off his trail.
Despite that, she kept finding him no matter where he went. After awhile, it got irritating.
Suffice to say, people looked confused as--while, walking down the street--Ban reached into a basket and yanked out the little girl by the arm, glowering at her.]
You done hangin' around me, yet? You want somethin' from me, brat?
[What was really worth noting was the fact that she didn't seem afraid at all, but she was definitely too nervous to say anything--simply staring at him and blinking.]
perma_banned -> OPENDATE: Week of December 7th - 12th
WARNINGS: Cursing, possible violence, theft...
SUMMARY: Multiple prompts! Thieving, training...
A - Thievin'
[There weren't many treasures to be had in either town, but there were fun things he liked to take once in awhile. Ban had spent the first few days of the week sneaking between both towns in little ratty disguises in his pursuit of: baskets. Woven, straw baskets. It had taken him hours and hours and hours, but finally he had collected enough to erect a small fortress in his room at the goblins' inn. There were whispers from little goblin children as they pushed over his door, revealing the fortress for what it was. The room wasn't terribly big, but one was greeted with a sea of the baskets, meticulously arranged to create the walls, floor and ceiling of a fortress chamber.
The newfound owner of those baskets was asleep in the middle of them, bottles of ale scattered around him in a number of directions. His door was unlocked and the children were watching with awe in their eyes.]
Do you think he's a crazy person?
He's gotta be! Do you think Graldia would give us a reward if we told her?
Why baskets, though?
B Training / Hunting / Dinner
[Ban wasn't a fan of earning his keep, but there were times he couldn't stand local food. Venturing into the woods was a bad idea even by his standards--since he knew how dark and unreliable they were. Fortunately, he was a quiet hunter and in the mood to hone a few of his spells, so he took the mood seriously.
Hunting with a bull whip, Ban snatched small animals off of branches, out of the grass and from their hiding holes like a ghost. Even among animals meant for the forest, his footsteps were light and difficult to hear. For someone who acted as if he had no grace, his training was nothing but rife with it. By the end of it all, he emerged from the forest with an arm full of rabbits and a deer hauled over his shoulder. With a glance, he caught sight of a fox hanging by the edge of the woods, watching him. Ban tossed one of the rabbit carcasses he had towards it--the fox backing away initially before grabbing it and diving back into the brush.
Then, of course, Ban settled in the field with his few supplies, setting up a spit and a fire while he went about cleaning things up. Spices were unwrapped from a leather back in his belongings and he went about making a stew. There were stolen potatoes and carrots left from his last major theft and to boot--a whole pig on a spit, which was stolen from a pen and definitely not earned in the forest.
Fanning the flames as the pig roasted, it seemed like Ban was trying to blow smoke in a certain direction, as if trying to lure in someone in particular--and, of course, someone who would tail that other one like a leech.]
C - A Tail
[Ban had a companion, after awhile--a little goblin girl who followed him through the streets anytime she saw him, watching him all day. As much as he loathed company like that, he decided to make a game of it. He'd stick a copper coin under a chair leg or beside a glass--a few little distractions he hoped would keep her off his trail.
Despite that, she kept finding him no matter where he went. After awhile, it got irritating.
Suffice to say, people looked confused as--while, walking down the street--Ban reached into a basket and yanked out the little girl by the arm, glowering at her.]
You done hangin' around me, yet? You want somethin' from me, brat?
[What was really worth noting was the fact that she didn't seem afraid at all, but she was definitely too nervous to say anything--simply staring at him and blinking.]
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