Is it unacceptable? I can change it if need be. It's just that...I don't want them to beat around the bush. He's not asking her to be his girlfriend or anything; it's just that he's interested in her and wants to get to know her better. Instead of trying to do that covertly through complicated romantic shenanigans (i.e. the typical "will-they-or-won't-they?" dance), he's going the straightforward route and just straight-up asking her out.
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Posted! You might dig this plot twist. I used my double-post instead of making a new one.
EDIT: I'd better just write the story myself and skip the RP. You'll find it in The Gallery once it's done.
”Ah, Lady Winter, I dunno if I’m the exception to this group or not but, uh... I don’t know how to use magic. Not a bit. How exactly we suppose to use magic, you fill in our gaps when we ain’t never handled it before?” Goro asked.
Winter bit down on her lip. "Me neither. That's the point of this endeavor - to figure it out and learn how to use it. I have some ideas, but we shall see."
"Your grace, Goro makes a good point," Leliana said. "I myself am very eager to learn the language of the gods. Forgive my prodding, but I truly wish to learn the art of Necromancy, not some back alley parlor tricks. The power to create with one hand and destroy with the other, that is what I desire. I will do anything to prove myself worthy, and considering Goro and Nkosi have traveled from far and wide as well, I feel it only fitting they receive the honor of learning it as well."
Naswaru, however, did not appreciate the idea of necromancy. “This necromancy you speak of, I will learn it, but I will not practice it. There are somethings that are seen as taboo to my people. However, I will focus and share my efforts with the rest of you regarding nature and the earth.”
Winter took another pineapple piece. "Mmm, this is so good. Sorry, anyway, yes, I feel it would be beneficial to learn Necromancy, but I, too, find it rather distasteful. My own people consider it an insult to use their bodies in such a way. There are some uncomfortable philosophical dilemmas involved, to say the least. However, just because some of us have no wish to use it for ill doesn't mean others won't, and learning it would doubtless improve our ability to fight it, should such conflict arise. So we shall learn it for defensive purposes."
She ate the last pineapple piece and rinsed off her plate in the sink. "Mister Naswaru also raised some interesting points. Brandishing technology to peoples unused to such things is liable to bring unnecessary conflict. If the villages could be recruited, we could help make up the difference. Mister Naswaru, you shall be our guide through the eastern realms."
The young man had just one more question for her. “Missus Winter, you said there would be four horses waiting for us. Are you joining us on our expedition or are we waiting for another?”
She dried off the plate and put it back on the shelf. "Why yes, I do intend to join the expedition. After all, I know precisely as much magic as you do, and have greater need of it. While I suppose I could handle all extant threats to our party all by myself for a time, magic poses threats that even my own equipment cannot counter, so you will all need to grow stronger. There are things in this world far more powerful than you can even imagine, things that I at my peak cannot even touch. We must tread with utmost caution until we become masters of the arcane."
Winter slipped on a strange silver pendant and slung the bag of supplies over her shoulder. "Next stop: the palace. If you still feel inadequate without upgraded equipment, we will need support from the royal coffers, which I hope to procure. Come; it's just around the corner." She swung opened the door and gestured for everyone to step out.
Built in the shadow of Midhaven Tower, the palace seemed diminutive in comparison, but in truth, it was still a remarkable feat of engineering. Built from great stones cut with surprising precision, its sturdy structure and solid foundation allowed it to tower well-above what modern architects thought possible - and it was built hundreds of years prior to modern construction techniques. It was one of the few modern marvels that the ancients had no hand in, and if not for the backdrop of Midhaven Tower, it might well have been one of the single tallest man-made wonders in the world. Winter approached the golden gates with a certain gravitas that she hadn't exhibited in the prior hour. Despite the bag hanging over her shoulder, no one needed to see a luminous glow to ascertain who she was; her perfectly upright posture and measured steps betrayed her heavenly origins.
And it must be said that the bag seemed strangely light in her hands.
The gates swung open to let the visitors pass. Beyond them, the guards dropped to one knee and bowed low before the Immortal. No escort was assigned to them, a testament to their high estimation of the visitors' abilities. Winter handed the bag of supplies to an attendant just as a certain luxuriously dressed man came to greet them.
"Winter Valentine! My dear, my love, how good of you to come visit me!" said he.
Winter reddened slightly and rolled her eyes. "My friends, this is His Royal Majesty King Dragan. Your Majesty, these are my companions, Goro, Leliana, and Nkosi Naswaru. Say hi, everyone!"
King Dragan dipped his head a little. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Any friend of Valentine's is a friend of mine."
"We are not married," Winter added quickly.
"Yet."
"Or ever."
"Unless by my gentle wooings I sway your heart?"
She glanced back at the group and gave a hopeless smirk. "See what I put up with every time I visit?"
Dragan put a hand to his heart in faux distress. "My lady, you wound me!"
They shared a chuckle before once again donning their serious faces. Dragan asked, "What brings you here, My Fairest Lady?"
Winter withdrew a map and pointed to a spot on it. "We're headed eastward to the town of Bel'kin, where all magic is said to originate. May I trouble you for resources to help us on our journey? I am prepared to offer you half of the knowledge we gain."
The king stroked his chin. "Not quite good enough, I think. How about you throw in a date with me in the bargain?"
Winter smirked, and the two shook hands. "Done," she agreed.
Then the king turned to the group. "So, I understand you would like some upgrades? I can't imagine they would help much against magic, at least as the myths and fables would have us believe, but I shall defer to your better judgment. Please state your preferences, and I shall endeavor to have my craftsmen match them."
Winter bit down on her lip. "Me neither. That's the point of this endeavor - to figure it out and learn how to use it. I have some ideas, but we shall see."
"Your grace, Goro makes a good point," Leliana said. "I myself am very eager to learn the language of the gods. Forgive my prodding, but I truly wish to learn the art of Necromancy, not some back alley parlor tricks. The power to create with one hand and destroy with the other, that is what I desire. I will do anything to prove myself worthy, and considering Goro and Nkosi have traveled from far and wide as well, I feel it only fitting they receive the honor of learning it as well."
Naswaru, however, did not appreciate the idea of necromancy. “This necromancy you speak of, I will learn it, but I will not practice it. There are somethings that are seen as taboo to my people. However, I will focus and share my efforts with the rest of you regarding nature and the earth.”
Winter took another pineapple piece. "Mmm, this is so good. Sorry, anyway, yes, I feel it would be beneficial to learn Necromancy, but I, too, find it rather distasteful. My own people consider it an insult to use their bodies in such a way. There are some uncomfortable philosophical dilemmas involved, to say the least. However, just because some of us have no wish to use it for ill doesn't mean others won't, and learning it would doubtless improve our ability to fight it, should such conflict arise. So we shall learn it for defensive purposes."
She ate the last pineapple piece and rinsed off her plate in the sink. "Mister Naswaru also raised some interesting points. Brandishing technology to peoples unused to such things is liable to bring unnecessary conflict. If the villages could be recruited, we could help make up the difference. Mister Naswaru, you shall be our guide through the eastern realms."
The young man had just one more question for her. “Missus Winter, you said there would be four horses waiting for us. Are you joining us on our expedition or are we waiting for another?”
She dried off the plate and put it back on the shelf. "Why yes, I do intend to join the expedition. After all, I know precisely as much magic as you do, and have greater need of it. While I suppose I could handle all extant threats to our party all by myself for a time, magic poses threats that even my own equipment cannot counter, so you will all need to grow stronger. There are things in this world far more powerful than you can even imagine, things that I at my peak cannot even touch. We must tread with utmost caution until we become masters of the arcane."
Winter slipped on a strange silver pendant and slung the bag of supplies over her shoulder. "Next stop: the palace. If you still feel inadequate without upgraded equipment, we will need support from the royal coffers, which I hope to procure. Come; it's just around the corner." She swung opened the door and gestured for everyone to step out.
Built in the shadow of Midhaven Tower, the palace seemed diminutive in comparison, but in truth, it was still a remarkable feat of engineering. Built from great stones cut with surprising precision, its sturdy structure and solid foundation allowed it to tower well-above what modern architects thought possible - and it was built hundreds of years prior to modern construction techniques. It was one of the few modern marvels that the ancients had no hand in, and if not for the backdrop of Midhaven Tower, it might well have been one of the single tallest man-made wonders in the world. Winter approached the golden gates with a certain gravitas that she hadn't exhibited in the prior hour. Despite the bag hanging over her shoulder, no one needed to see a luminous glow to ascertain who she was; her perfectly upright posture and measured steps betrayed her heavenly origins.
And it must be said that the bag seemed strangely light in her hands.
The gates swung open to let the visitors pass. Beyond them, the guards dropped to one knee and bowed low before the Immortal. No escort was assigned to them, a testament to their high estimation of the visitors' abilities. Winter handed the bag of supplies to an attendant just as a certain luxuriously dressed man came to greet them.
"Winter Valentine! My dear, my love, how good of you to come visit me!" said he.
Winter reddened slightly and rolled her eyes. "My friends, this is His Royal Majesty King Dragan. Your Majesty, these are my companions, Goro, Leliana, and Nkosi Naswaru. Say hi, everyone!"
King Dragan dipped his head a little. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Any friend of Valentine's is a friend of mine."
"We are not married," Winter added quickly.
"Yet."
"Or ever."
"Unless by my gentle wooings I sway your heart?"
She glanced back at the group and gave a hopeless smirk. "See what I put up with every time I visit?"
Dragan put a hand to his heart in faux distress. "My lady, you wound me!"
They shared a chuckle before once again donning their serious faces. Dragan asked, "What brings you here, My Fairest Lady?"
Winter withdrew a map and pointed to a spot on it. "We're headed eastward to the town of Bel'kin, where all magic is said to originate. May I trouble you for resources to help us on our journey? I am prepared to offer you half of the knowledge we gain."
The king stroked his chin. "Not quite good enough, I think. How about you throw in a date with me in the bargain?"
Winter smirked, and the two shook hands. "Done," she agreed.
Then the king turned to the group. "So, I understand you would like some upgrades? I can't imagine they would help much against magic, at least as the myths and fables would have us believe, but I shall defer to your better judgment. Please state your preferences, and I shall endeavor to have my craftsmen match them."
To finally answer your question, yes, it's a little easier, thank you. :)
Anyway, after struggling with the story for a while (hence my absence), I had an epiphany: you guys already wrote it. Each character has a hometown in a completely different setting. If each town had some major continental issue, like orc slavers up north for example, we could justify visiting each of them. Then, we could have whole story arcs for each character, and the player would get to be GM of his respective character arc.
What's still tripping me up, however, is the initial trip out. We can timeskip everything else, but not this one. That means I gotta think of stuff for us to do - unless your characters do that for me. Feel free to create NPCs in that endeavor.
I'll be posting soon, after replying to various PMs. :P
Anyway, after struggling with the story for a while (hence my absence), I had an epiphany: you guys already wrote it. Each character has a hometown in a completely different setting. If each town had some major continental issue, like orc slavers up north for example, we could justify visiting each of them. Then, we could have whole story arcs for each character, and the player would get to be GM of his respective character arc.
What's still tripping me up, however, is the initial trip out. We can timeskip everything else, but not this one. That means I gotta think of stuff for us to do - unless your characters do that for me. Feel free to create NPCs in that endeavor.
I'll be posting soon, after replying to various PMs. :P
There certainly is something to be said for his youthfulness. Cockiness doesn't seem too far out of line, I agree. Thanks. :)
I have a question about Ed. My mental image of him isn't lining up with how he's portrayed; he's supposed to be an intelligent, refined gentleman, the sort of person who knows how to make an eloquent speech, but I've been writing him more as an easygoing dude with cocky smiles and snide one-liners. I'm not entirely sure which end to go for.
Ooh, by the way, Ed was trying to strike up a conversation with Sofie. The silence that followed would be a little awkward for him. Should I have him try again with a more direct conversation-starter, or do you wanna give Sofie a reply?
Her laugh...stars above, her laugh was beautiful. It was brief, just a quick chuckle, but lovelier and more precious than he could fathom. Ed would give much to hear her laugh again. If there was any sound lovelier than her laugh, it was the sound of her voice, and the careful, intelligent thoughts it carried.
"I'm waiting for the day that he tells those stories. Imagine us doing that someday, Ed, when we have enough stories to tell."
Us.
That magical word, us. Throughout their training at the university, the constant stress and demands on their time made it near-impossible for them to explore the possibility of a relationship. In those rare moments when he was alone with his thoughts, he daydreamed about building a life with her, what life would be like, what she would be like. For the longest time, his pragmatic side brushed it off as silly, just a wistful dream that might never come true. So he contented himself to be her friend, choosing instead to value her as a temporary companion through this brief trial through life. It never occurred to him that she shared in his dreams.
Us.
Ed leaned closer, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly in a half smile. "Between you and me, I think we're off to a great start. We have a cool ship, a grand mission, and a boatload of destiny to spend."
His eyes drifted down to her hand as his mind trailed off into thought. At length, he added, "If I'm being honest with myself, though, I'm less interested in hearing Captain Darcy's stories than I am in hearing yours, Sofie. You're hardworking, kind, and tough as nails. I would love to find out more about this intriguing woman who stepped into my life a year ago, who in the space of a minute showed me her strength before weeping that she could have hurt me. What do you say we explore the possibility of Us? May we date, Sofie?"
He stretched out his hand and grinned.
"I'm waiting for the day that he tells those stories. Imagine us doing that someday, Ed, when we have enough stories to tell."
Us.
That magical word, us. Throughout their training at the university, the constant stress and demands on their time made it near-impossible for them to explore the possibility of a relationship. In those rare moments when he was alone with his thoughts, he daydreamed about building a life with her, what life would be like, what she would be like. For the longest time, his pragmatic side brushed it off as silly, just a wistful dream that might never come true. So he contented himself to be her friend, choosing instead to value her as a temporary companion through this brief trial through life. It never occurred to him that she shared in his dreams.
Us.
Ed leaned closer, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly in a half smile. "Between you and me, I think we're off to a great start. We have a cool ship, a grand mission, and a boatload of destiny to spend."
His eyes drifted down to her hand as his mind trailed off into thought. At length, he added, "If I'm being honest with myself, though, I'm less interested in hearing Captain Darcy's stories than I am in hearing yours, Sofie. You're hardworking, kind, and tough as nails. I would love to find out more about this intriguing woman who stepped into my life a year ago, who in the space of a minute showed me her strength before weeping that she could have hurt me. What do you say we explore the possibility of Us? May we date, Sofie?"
He stretched out his hand and grinned.
Well, to be fair, I did wait 3 weeks to post. Your writing is fine! I'm a sucker for fluff, and seeing Sofie look at Ed romantically makes me wanna fangir- I mean, smile warmly. I'll try to pick up the pace a little so we don't both lose our touch. :P
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