Samdragonx

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

Sure. Have at it! Let's see where this story goes.

@Thinslayer

Just making certain I have a moment to test patches temper first. xD

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

"I would say there is no harm in asking, but..." *cough* "My name is Druth Vanarys. You may call me Van, or Patch if you like. I will abide by your decision. Just do not call me 'little,' or I will pry the flesh from your skin with holy fire."

Patch eyes

"No harm in asking? What was it this small, little, slightly magical young boy was rabbling on about? Did he not notice the magnificence of the great one that stood before him... In all nudity. It must be his guilt gnawing at his conscience that make him speak in such suggestive terms. Alas, I am forgiving of this transgression." Or so Ravadon thought in the few moments of silence his persona owned. Noticably, Ravadon's selective hearing would, with this as prime example, get him into trouble once more.

A hand stared Ravadon in the face by which he snapped out of his glorious thoughtprocess.

"Nice to meet you."

Patch eyes

"Ha, I shake no hands like this." He pointed at his body.
"Nothing personal to the little man. I just wouldn't want the glory of my persona to rubb off in such concentration and burn your inferior body before you get the chance to experience the feast of its greatness for your... one eye... first." His voice nearly turned into singing as he picked up some of his slightly wet rags.

Subtlety was never Ravadon's strength. An envelope disappearing was neither his concern nor something that would bestow him the honor he 'deserved'. But curiosity made itself the better of him. He decided it was better to talk about his greatness than ask about trivial matters for now.

As Ravadon was getting dressed, he started to plan out his search for his clothes. For it might lead him to find a way to get his hands on the content of the letter. So that ultimately by the time he got dressed, he would find the boy waiting on him.
He might be able to spot the letter nearby. The proper handshake would allow Ravadon to try to obtain it(s information) and then flee the area.
As was the way he dealt with most strangers he did not bond with.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

@Thinslayer

So.. I've been preparing my short post.

Would you mind if i tried to disown you of the content of that envelope? ;)
Also, do you mind if i skip some bits of time to get Ravadon dressed?

A Game of Chairs

Bump too

Project Quadrennial (Forever Open)

Then enter I shall!

(I'll edit this to be the CS entry)

Project Quadrennial (Forever Open)

Sooo.. Joining was still available, was it?
Perhaps i should lend you a hand.. perhaps not..

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

Should i have him ask about the letter, read and sing about it as he strolls through town into every bar, tavern, cave and as he walks past the beach, so people have a chance to pick up on what's going on?

Like a moving billboard on a tour with too many compliments to himself about how great he is doing. xD

@Thinslayer

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

<Snipped quote by ineffable>

Yup! Our patch-eyed boy is holding a letter addressed to Lady Isabella Stonebridge. Your intro comes soon. ;-)

@Thinslayer

So... Should i meta-game to be more direct and obvious? ;)

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

Alrighty, so my response is up. I hope you can work with it. ^^

In case anyone has yet to notice, my goal in this rp is to.. eh.. create some slapstick humor, puns and maybe try to survive halfway through. xD

I hope it helps. ^^

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

@Thinslayer

Ravadon remembered the smells of ash far to well. The ember lights made him rub his eyes. "Hey, what's all this ungloriousness doing near me?" he thought to himself.

"Oh.." His mind felt a little light, though his eyesight needed some firm calibration before he could determine what exactly was going on.

The boys voice felt familiar. Like an older brother Ravadon once had. The cold, wet feeling on most of his body was welcomed by the heated air. Moving made snapping noises for all but his right forearm. A numbness in his lips and tongue. "Hmm.. must have been a while since i ate.." he thought. The taste of a sour banana with pepper scorched upon his tongue.
He yawned, rubbing his eyes.

He sat up, noticing an eye-patch, a cup and the etheral glow on his hand as he stretched forward to a better taste.

The aroma gave him the impression he was offered coffee. His first sip was swift and washed out most of the filthy aftertaste he'd been having for a few days now.

"Elf? Haha, no! No, friend! She obviously fell for my glorious charm. I had her with but one glance, but a thousand she'll return to me in thanks for being found!
So tell me your little name, Patch-eyes, so she might kiss me on your behalf. Which is a glory in itself, mind you."
He coughed up some slime. It was a thick clog in his mouth.
"Ah, it seems this humble small bit of coffee will not do to strengthen my resolve. "
He spit the mouthly mixture on the floor, tried to brush off the lightheadedness and get on his feet.
"The lowly tavern my glory stayed in was donating large sums of wealth to recieve my even more courageous performance. Not worthy of my time, of course, but i'm a gloriously, praiseworthy, humble man of the people... "

He halted, realised he was not wearing anything and to most, would seemingly awaited the response of 'Patch-eyes'.
Though his thoughts might indicate his embarrassment.