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Yo Verdant is kinda fucked, hating a wheelchair guy? Why?
read back a little, wheelchair guy started it lmao
shot a needle at her unprovoked
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read back a little, wheelchair guy started it lmao
shot a needle at her unprovoked
I don't even understand how I'm gonna approach this reply coz it barely makes sense...
A crack forms on the screen that this black-haired man on a wheelchair has held up as protection against the card, and so he rolled it back up and let it slide in his right sleeve. He has just about had it with this same drunk guy that's been terrorizing his peace all morning. The uncomfortable noises it makes when it talks. Its imposing stance and careless motions. The high-pitched sound of beer sloshing in that damn bottle. Now, an interruption to his precious conversation? This all ends here.
He slides the calipers back into his sleeve and tosses the card to his right hand as he breaks the left armrest off of his wheelchair, turning it into a cane. He presses it down at the floor, and the drunk guy would soon find itself unable to move around as the floor slides perfectly along with its every step. He then elbows the ship's taffrail lightly, causing Lady DeVespe's second retainer who's been silent all this time and leaning at the taffrail, to suddenly, weakly take a swing at the drunk guy.
He slides the calipers back into his sleeve and tosses the card to his right hand as he breaks the left armrest off of his wheelchair, turning it into a cane. He presses it down at the floor, and the drunk guy would soon find itself unable to move around as the floor slides perfectly along with its every step. He then elbows the ship's taffrail lightly, causing Lady DeVespe's second retainer who's been silent all this time and leaning at the taffrail, to suddenly, weakly take a swing at the drunk guy.
Oh, heavens. That tiny pout was cute. He'd smile if he could.
That card has traces of magic in it. A caliper slides out of his left sleeve, and a scroll unraveling into a screen made of multiple glass sheets in his other sleeve. "May I borrow that card, please?" @spiral origin @wierdw Quite the wariness for just a tiny card, but you never know when magic is involved.
"I'm not well-versed in fashion, but if your goal is to not look like a noble, I'd say you're doing alright." He tilted his head up to glance at her face, then back down at the calipers. "Just, respectfully, you'd do well to cast away those noble manners. Personally, being stuck in a chair for years certainly makes it easier." A little self-deprecating joke in there to ease the tension.
"... I'd like to help you, in however way I can. The only payment I'll require is to hear your story."
Throughout all of his words, his jaw really hasn't moved. Surely, even if he has a cloth mask on...
That card has traces of magic in it. A caliper slides out of his left sleeve, and a scroll unraveling into a screen made of multiple glass sheets in his other sleeve. "May I borrow that card, please?" @spiral origin @wierdw Quite the wariness for just a tiny card, but you never know when magic is involved.
"I'm not well-versed in fashion, but if your goal is to not look like a noble, I'd say you're doing alright." He tilted his head up to glance at her face, then back down at the calipers. "Just, respectfully, you'd do well to cast away those noble manners. Personally, being stuck in a chair for years certainly makes it easier." A little self-deprecating joke in there to ease the tension.
"... I'd like to help you, in however way I can. The only payment I'll require is to hear your story."
Throughout all of his words, his jaw really hasn't moved. Surely, even if he has a cloth mask on...
This black-haired man in a wheelchair watches as the pompous mage girl walks down the stairs, followed soon after by one of the noble lady's guards. They don't look happy. So the mage was not an acquaintance after all? Did she intuit that the girl with the guards looked anxious too? Is she trying to help them? Basing on the mere minute he encountered her on the dock, she would only half-assedly help someone while trying to make herself look good.
It would seem he still holds a grudge over that scenario. He acknowledges within himself that it's immature to hold onto such thoughts, and yet he's veritably invested in this anxious noble's situation. Not so much as to help, but just to know. That too is immature, but when you've abandoned the notion of basic needs, superficial ones tend to take their place.
"If you don't deem it rude of me to ask," he asked the noble lady, "what did she offer you?"
It would seem he still holds a grudge over that scenario. He acknowledges within himself that it's immature to hold onto such thoughts, and yet he's veritably invested in this anxious noble's situation. Not so much as to help, but just to know. That too is immature, but when you've abandoned the notion of basic needs, superficial ones tend to take their place.
"If you don't deem it rude of me to ask," he asked the noble lady, "what did she offer you?"
He'd raise an eyebrow in surprise if he could, as he witnessed the cloaked fellow toss the needle into the sea. They actually noticed the needle hit their bag? They looked angry, yet there was no action or words directed at him. It does not make sense.
He placed the remaining half of the coin into his mouth and raised his face covering back on up to the bridge of his nose. He's calmed down with this brief distraction from the fact that nearly every person on this ship is a threat.
He placed the remaining half of the coin into his mouth and raised his face covering back on up to the bridge of his nose. He's calmed down with this brief distraction from the fact that nearly every person on this ship is a threat.
This black-haired man on a wheelchair wanted to ask the noble lady what grieves her, but she seems in no mood to converse. Cool. That's totally fine. Not his business to pry. Doesn't matter.
No, he really wanted to know. Damn it. ඞ
He set his gaze at the open sea again. This day cannot pass fast enough. This ship has a looming uncomfortable vibe to it as it is (at least for him) and these silent sacks of sadness aren't really helping. No, he shouldn't be thinking like this, it's very selfish of him.
He reached in his pocket and lowered her mouth covering to take a bite at a coin, but suddenly his chair gets yanked into a turn by some huge drunken man. "Watch it,", he told with just a wee bit of spite. How dare anyone be so drunk at nine in the morning?
He tried to turn the brake lever but it was already turned, several test pulls confirmed his brakes seem to have snapped underneath. Not ideal.
He rested the lever for a while, and pulled on it again. A click sound. Now it's working.
Maybe this is a better view. The infinite vastness of sea began to bore him. He straightened his wheelchair perpendicular to the edge of the ship, now looking at the deck and the people on the deck, while he takes a bite out of a visibly silver coin. His face mask at this point covered only his chin and lower lip.
This small cloaked person in the middle of the deck, whose daggers he could sense even now. It bore a mischievous plan in him, to see if that person is actually a danger, or just... really into that sneaky rogue life or whatever. A silver needle peeked out from between this man's lips, and he was about to do something with it, until he suddenly turned his head down.
Bright purple. He could see it. He didn't know what the magic was for or who casted it, he can only see the hands that the magic enveloped, but unlike the noisy topless girl, this one might actually be dangerous. An unusual pair of hands, the left one seems to be lacking two... fingers?
The girl with the green pendant at the docks a moment ago.
He gripped his chair. What is the nature of this ship? Everyone in this ship seems to be armed. What is going on? Is this a trap?
He has to get off this ship fast... No. Calm down. Maybe it's all just a coincidence...
Even if it's not, his only exits are behind him and into the ocean, or through at least twenty armed people. Neither is ideal.
There's no use overthinking it. He went back to his original plan and fired the silver needle from his mouth towards the ovoid lump that this small cloaked person carried, just to see how they'd react.
No, he really wanted to know. Damn it. ඞ
He set his gaze at the open sea again. This day cannot pass fast enough. This ship has a looming uncomfortable vibe to it as it is (at least for him) and these silent sacks of sadness aren't really helping. No, he shouldn't be thinking like this, it's very selfish of him.
He reached in his pocket and lowered her mouth covering to take a bite at a coin, but suddenly his chair gets yanked into a turn by some huge drunken man. "Watch it,", he told with just a wee bit of spite. How dare anyone be so drunk at nine in the morning?
He tried to turn the brake lever but it was already turned, several test pulls confirmed his brakes seem to have snapped underneath. Not ideal.
He rested the lever for a while, and pulled on it again. A click sound. Now it's working.
Maybe this is a better view. The infinite vastness of sea began to bore him. He straightened his wheelchair perpendicular to the edge of the ship, now looking at the deck and the people on the deck, while he takes a bite out of a visibly silver coin. His face mask at this point covered only his chin and lower lip.
This small cloaked person in the middle of the deck, whose daggers he could sense even now. It bore a mischievous plan in him, to see if that person is actually a danger, or just... really into that sneaky rogue life or whatever. A silver needle peeked out from between this man's lips, and he was about to do something with it, until he suddenly turned his head down.
Bright purple. He could see it. He didn't know what the magic was for or who casted it, he can only see the hands that the magic enveloped, but unlike the noisy topless girl, this one might actually be dangerous. An unusual pair of hands, the left one seems to be lacking two... fingers?
The girl with the green pendant at the docks a moment ago.
He gripped his chair. What is the nature of this ship? Everyone in this ship seems to be armed. What is going on? Is this a trap?
He has to get off this ship fast... No. Calm down. Maybe it's all just a coincidence...
Even if it's not, his only exits are behind him and into the ocean, or through at least twenty armed people. Neither is ideal.
There's no use overthinking it. He went back to his original plan and fired the silver needle from his mouth towards the ovoid lump that this small cloaked person carried, just to see how they'd react.
Title. Just a function I'm too used to in other forums. So I can stay in Page 1 and see the latest post on there and not have to go back and forth between two pages in case there's e.g. a Page 2 with only one post on it.
... Okay, that old man looks sad. The man in the wheelchair decided he's not gonna bother him in the nearest future.
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He glanced at the sea, then the rails on the side of the ship. He took a pocket watch from his coat and brought it back in. He swiped his hair and slumped in his seat.
It annoyed him that he can't shake this bad feeling off. A regret forms in his decision to ride this ship; maybe he should've just crafted his own boat and sailed on it, regardless of how much slower it would have been.
He glanced at the side opposite the old man, and there was that aforementioned rich woman with the guards. He waited for her to take a glance at him -- quite the awkward duration, that -- and waved at her and said greetings.
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He glanced at the sea, then the rails on the side of the ship. He took a pocket watch from his coat and brought it back in. He swiped his hair and slumped in his seat.
It annoyed him that he can't shake this bad feeling off. A regret forms in his decision to ride this ship; maybe he should've just crafted his own boat and sailed on it, regardless of how much slower it would have been.
He glanced at the side opposite the old man, and there was that aforementioned rich woman with the guards. He waited for her to take a glance at him -- quite the awkward duration, that -- and waved at her and said greetings.
After the assistance from the strange young man, this black-haired man in a wheelchair was finally ready to explore the actual ship. The first thing that stuck out was the amount of weapons surrounding him at any given moment. The metals in them made his bones crawl, from the three weapons carried by the young lad that pushed her up the ramp, to the ship's crew, the noble lady's guards, and some small cloaked person carrying a bunch of daggers. The dampness in this whole place added to his anxiety too. This place is too far from safe, yet this was a voyage he needed to take.
He stopped at the other side of the ship, not too close from the old man and the noble lady. He pulled a lever just above the right wheel of his chair, which seemed to be some kind of brake function that kept his wheels from rolling. In his coat he reached inside to take out a flask, and lowered his face mask just enough to not reveal his lower lip. He took a swig of a clear liquid from the flask. It seemed like water.
He noticed the old man staring at him. "This is not edible for you. I'm not sharing."
He stopped at the other side of the ship, not too close from the old man and the noble lady. He pulled a lever just above the right wheel of his chair, which seemed to be some kind of brake function that kept his wheels from rolling. In his coat he reached inside to take out a flask, and lowered his face mask just enough to not reveal his lower lip. He took a swig of a clear liquid from the flask. It seemed like water.
He noticed the old man staring at him. "This is not edible for you. I'm not sharing."
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