Sarah looked at that gourd. It was rather large to be certain. This caused her to think. Gourd's were a classification of plant used by ancient societies for all manner of uses. Their hard rinds made for excellent containers and included everything from waterskins to wax for candles. If she remembered correctly the Japanese preferred to put their sake in such containers.
"There's no way that's a real gourd," Sarah said bluntly, without realizing what she was saying could be construed as offensive, "They simply don't grow that big, not in real life. It's gotta be paper mache or som-"
Blushing, her cheeks reddening beneath the corpse-like pallor, she quickly rose and adjusted first the golden wig that covered her brown hair and then checked the plastic dagger glued to her forehead. She turned and met the eyes of the lad dressed as Matt Smith's doctor.
"Errr... I'm Sarah by the way," she greeted the one calling himself David who she instantly recognized as the Doctor without needing be told. She made eye contact with him, her rheumy contacts obscuring her eyes, "but today... err.. apparently I'm a dead sorceress wench."
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Sarah shook her head gently, shaking off the tumble. The action felt strange with the plastic dagger sticking out of her forehead. She was about to apologize when the other girl abruptly informed her, and anyone about, that she was okay and that she was being deliberately careless. Well, maybe not deliberately but she certainly didn't seem to be apologizing. She was about to say exactly that as she clamored up onto her knees and abruptly found herself staring down the girl's bare back, a long line of pale skin that went right down to the tip of the crack of her buttocks.
"I... uh... well, you could say that..." Sarah said a little sheepishly and then stopped suddenly in mid-sentence, saving herself the embarrassment of her pathetic, passive aggressive confrontation. What stopped her, however, was that the girl had just started to talk on the phone... completely ignoring that she'd almost run Sarah down.
"Oh... I see..." Sarah said, looking down.
Not only does my boyfriend ditch me, she thought to herself, even the person that knocks me down decides to ignore me. What a horrible way to end the first day.
Picking up her own belongings Sarah finally got a glimpse of the costume. Bayonetta. Sarah recognized the character even if she hadn't played the game. She'd always thought that Bayonetta needed to have her hair tied into a hangman's noose. That would have been more fitting.
At least the skinny guy with the- Sarah paused. Gaara. She recognized that guy from Naruto. At least he was asking if she was okay. He seemed like a nice enough guy- unlike this skank.
"I uh, think you dropped one of your guns," Sarah said sheepishly, helping the girl collect her things despite everything else.
"I... uh... well, you could say that..." Sarah said a little sheepishly and then stopped suddenly in mid-sentence, saving herself the embarrassment of her pathetic, passive aggressive confrontation. What stopped her, however, was that the girl had just started to talk on the phone... completely ignoring that she'd almost run Sarah down.
"Oh... I see..." Sarah said, looking down.
Not only does my boyfriend ditch me, she thought to herself, even the person that knocks me down decides to ignore me. What a horrible way to end the first day.
Picking up her own belongings Sarah finally got a glimpse of the costume. Bayonetta. Sarah recognized the character even if she hadn't played the game. She'd always thought that Bayonetta needed to have her hair tied into a hangman's noose. That would have been more fitting.
At least the skinny guy with the- Sarah paused. Gaara. She recognized that guy from Naruto. At least he was asking if she was okay. He seemed like a nice enough guy- unlike this skank.
"I uh, think you dropped one of your guns," Sarah said sheepishly, helping the girl collect her things despite everything else.
Sarah Covenry moved through the exhibits, eyeing the various wares. She was more of a fantasy girl these days, enjoying Song of Ice and Fire, Mistborn Saga and a number of different novels but now that she was looking at all the anime and manga she might consider getting back into them. She'd watched a fair bit of anime in the past. She'd enjoyed Kenshin, Cowboy Bebop and many others but she'd lost interest at some point... somewhere in the middle of Bleach if she remembered correctly. It reminded her of Dragonball with the long fight scenes that just went on forever.
At least she'd gotten to play a Mystery House. That was cool. Solving riddles to get from room to room and she'd played a few games of Dungeons and Dragons and participated in a Magic: The Gathering event involving sealed boosters. That was good since she didn't have any cards of her own. Those cards, along with a few DVDs were in her bag of swag.
That was when a group of three boys just stopped and stared at her, reminding her that she was in costume. Her long dark hair was coiled beneath a wig that wouldn't have been out of place on a Barbie doll and she was wearing a harem outfit that would likely be classified as lingerie by most. A black bikini top took the place of her character's leather bustier and her arms and legs were swaddled in translucent ebony black silks. Her limbs were covered in cheap plastic bangles, a number of necklaces all purchased from Claire's or the Salvation Army.
Her most recent addition, added in only the last few days, was a plastic dagger, the tip cut off and glued so that it appeared buried in her forehead. She had accompanied that with mottled grey paint for her skin and a pair of rheumy contact lenses giving her the pallor and appearance of a corpse.
Sarah blushed as the boys ogled her, whispering to one another. Her cheeks grew red on her pale skin as a group of boys passed her by, tilting their heads to follow her. She turned away from them so they wouldn't see, moving quietly across the red carpet stretching between the exhibits. bare feet making not a sound. She had to admit, as embarrassed as she was, she was liking the attention.
It was then, while walking backwards, her attention fixed upon the boys, she collided with another young woman. Surprised she gave a small squeal and tumbled to the floor.
At least she'd gotten to play a Mystery House. That was cool. Solving riddles to get from room to room and she'd played a few games of Dungeons and Dragons and participated in a Magic: The Gathering event involving sealed boosters. That was good since she didn't have any cards of her own. Those cards, along with a few DVDs were in her bag of swag.
That was when a group of three boys just stopped and stared at her, reminding her that she was in costume. Her long dark hair was coiled beneath a wig that wouldn't have been out of place on a Barbie doll and she was wearing a harem outfit that would likely be classified as lingerie by most. A black bikini top took the place of her character's leather bustier and her arms and legs were swaddled in translucent ebony black silks. Her limbs were covered in cheap plastic bangles, a number of necklaces all purchased from Claire's or the Salvation Army.
Her most recent addition, added in only the last few days, was a plastic dagger, the tip cut off and glued so that it appeared buried in her forehead. She had accompanied that with mottled grey paint for her skin and a pair of rheumy contact lenses giving her the pallor and appearance of a corpse.
Sarah blushed as the boys ogled her, whispering to one another. Her cheeks grew red on her pale skin as a group of boys passed her by, tilting their heads to follow her. She turned away from them so they wouldn't see, moving quietly across the red carpet stretching between the exhibits. bare feet making not a sound. She had to admit, as embarrassed as she was, she was liking the attention.
It was then, while walking backwards, her attention fixed upon the boys, she collided with another young woman. Surprised she gave a small squeal and tumbled to the floor.
Perhaps instead of a spending an entire day at the convention we could start the story with only a half hour until the end of the convention's first day or as they are being kicked out of the convention at closing. This would reduce the probability of the first day slowing things done too much.
Sarah Covenry
-Appearance-
Sarah is a pretty brunette that is very geeky and nerdy. She usually wears long sleeve shirts with sleeves long enough to conceal her knuckles and being shy, hides herself inside hoodies. Sarah's costume is her recently deceased character from a Dungeons and Dragons game. She wears the character's dancing silks, tons of cheap plastic jewelry and a blonde wig. Since her character recently died she was convinced by her fellow players to glue a plastic dagger to her forehead and went further by adding rheumy contacts and covering her exposed skin in the dull mottle grey paint of a corpse.
-Age-
21
-Gender-
Female
-Occupation-
Cashier at a Grocery Store
-Personality-
Sarah is a bit shy and tries hard to avoid the spotlight. She spends rather too much time at home, partially due to the overprotective nature of her parents and doesn't get out much. That all changed with her boyfriend. He worked at a garage, was into modifying cars and racing them. He liked having her there in the passenger seat, screaming shrilly as he took corners. She's coming out of her shell, slowly, and starting to become more extroverted. Her next step, prompted by her boyfriend's pushing, is dressing in her slutty character's costume at the convention.
-Short Bio-
Sarah, in addition to watching anime, reading comic books and the rest is also an avid tabletop gamer. She was originally planning on going to the convention as a Superhero, Ms. Marvel, and had the blonde wig. Her fellow Dungeons & Dragons players convinced her that instead they should all create costumes for their characters. That way, they could dress up for the regular game and have a costume for the convention, killing two birds at the same time. Unfortunately, two weeks before the convention Sarah's boyfriend's character realized they were assassinating the wrong person killed her in order to stop her. The others, primarily her boyfriend who thought killing Sarah off was "awesome", pushed her to change her costume to reflect her new status.
To add further insult, two days before the convention two of the players, one of which was her boyfriend, got extra shifts at the garage where they worked. They couldn't make the convention. Sarah elected to go anyways, as her character, and she is very nervous. Being shy she's not quite used to all the attention her rather daring costume has brought her. Even though she blushes she has to admit she likes being ogled.
-Other-
Sarah's cosplay, a Dungeons and Dragons sorceress has a number spells at her disposal as well as magical items.
-Appearance-
Sarah is a pretty brunette that is very geeky and nerdy. She usually wears long sleeve shirts with sleeves long enough to conceal her knuckles and being shy, hides herself inside hoodies. Sarah's costume is her recently deceased character from a Dungeons and Dragons game. She wears the character's dancing silks, tons of cheap plastic jewelry and a blonde wig. Since her character recently died she was convinced by her fellow players to glue a plastic dagger to her forehead and went further by adding rheumy contacts and covering her exposed skin in the dull mottle grey paint of a corpse.
-Age-
21
-Gender-
Female
-Occupation-
Cashier at a Grocery Store
-Personality-
Sarah is a bit shy and tries hard to avoid the spotlight. She spends rather too much time at home, partially due to the overprotective nature of her parents and doesn't get out much. That all changed with her boyfriend. He worked at a garage, was into modifying cars and racing them. He liked having her there in the passenger seat, screaming shrilly as he took corners. She's coming out of her shell, slowly, and starting to become more extroverted. Her next step, prompted by her boyfriend's pushing, is dressing in her slutty character's costume at the convention.
-Short Bio-
Sarah, in addition to watching anime, reading comic books and the rest is also an avid tabletop gamer. She was originally planning on going to the convention as a Superhero, Ms. Marvel, and had the blonde wig. Her fellow Dungeons & Dragons players convinced her that instead they should all create costumes for their characters. That way, they could dress up for the regular game and have a costume for the convention, killing two birds at the same time. Unfortunately, two weeks before the convention Sarah's boyfriend's character realized they were assassinating the wrong person killed her in order to stop her. The others, primarily her boyfriend who thought killing Sarah off was "awesome", pushed her to change her costume to reflect her new status.
To add further insult, two days before the convention two of the players, one of which was her boyfriend, got extra shifts at the garage where they worked. They couldn't make the convention. Sarah elected to go anyways, as her character, and she is very nervous. Being shy she's not quite used to all the attention her rather daring costume has brought her. Even though she blushes she has to admit she likes being ogled.
-Other-
Sarah's cosplay, a Dungeons and Dragons sorceress has a number spells at her disposal as well as magical items.
The dancing elven girl turned away momentarily, lowering her azure gaze lest her obvious surprise be apparent on her face. She wasn't sure what to make of a near instant acceptance on the old elf's part. While she was, at that girl's very age, already trained in how to slit a man's throat after bedding him she somehow found the idea of tiny girl wielding a man's weapons as "wrong". This Kat's immediate acceptance, without any sort of challenge or even promise of one, did bother her somewhat but, Assallya had to ask herself, how was that different with any of the other adventurers she'd worked with?
Picking her way carefully through the ale filled crockery, pale bare feet slipping across the dark stained wood, she considered making her own overtures but now she wasn't sure. Finally, after some deliberation, she slowly descended from the table, stepping upon a man's thigh for purchase. The man took the opportunity to grasp her buttocks, his fingers rough through the gossamer material but that , unfortunately, was to be expected. Reflexively she twisted and slapped him, not because she particularly cared. She had danced tables enough that she was accustomed to such behaviour. She did so because they expected it. Already they were laughing and teasing the man.
She then moved towards Orin and Atticus' table, hips rolling, blonde curls caressing her slender shoulders. She didn't look like an adventurer, not with her pale skin and loose nearly transparent silks. If anything she appeared as little more than a strumpet and nearly as useless a the young girl, adolescent boy, and an old man. Ah, what a group they would make.
"This goes against my better judgement," Assallya said to Orin as she sauntered forwards, "but provided the girl can shoot and the boy do more than conjure a kindling flame you may have a chance at whatever delve you plan. I am Assa'alliyeh, a sorceress and I have some interest in such things. How would you sway me to your cause?"
Picking her way carefully through the ale filled crockery, pale bare feet slipping across the dark stained wood, she considered making her own overtures but now she wasn't sure. Finally, after some deliberation, she slowly descended from the table, stepping upon a man's thigh for purchase. The man took the opportunity to grasp her buttocks, his fingers rough through the gossamer material but that , unfortunately, was to be expected. Reflexively she twisted and slapped him, not because she particularly cared. She had danced tables enough that she was accustomed to such behaviour. She did so because they expected it. Already they were laughing and teasing the man.
She then moved towards Orin and Atticus' table, hips rolling, blonde curls caressing her slender shoulders. She didn't look like an adventurer, not with her pale skin and loose nearly transparent silks. If anything she appeared as little more than a strumpet and nearly as useless a the young girl, adolescent boy, and an old man. Ah, what a group they would make.
"This goes against my better judgement," Assallya said to Orin as she sauntered forwards, "but provided the girl can shoot and the boy do more than conjure a kindling flame you may have a chance at whatever delve you plan. I am Assa'alliyeh, a sorceress and I have some interest in such things. How would you sway me to your cause?"
I just hope that these are real costumes. Last time people had some ridiculous costumes that would not have been possible.
"While not literally explicit"... would indicate that it's just a feeling, a personal interpretation. After all, why else mention it?
RolePlayerRoxas said
The setting is your generic fantasy land. Swords are the weapon of choice, elves, dwarves and animal-eared people aren't uncommon, and Slimes are the adventurer's first obstacle to traversing the world and/or fighting an empire. Firearms technically exist, but they're simply magical tools that fire not bullets, but the mage's concentrated mana.
While not literally explicit I took this to mean beginning adventurers
Funny part is.... I swear reading that we should be having trouble with the WEAKEST of enemies to start, not taking on dragonsm
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