14th Random Encounter (action locked to Touko)
[Well, this is certainly new. Red Mage wakes up clad in a black tux and tails, in a bed that is clearly not his own and clutching a bouquet of roses for some reason. His free hand immediately reaches for his head to find a distinct lack of stylish plumed hat - which of course means he's got some utterly ridiculous looking hat hair going on. Appropriately distressed, now it's clearly time to start rambling out loud.]
This is terrible! My equipment is missing! Clearly the only explanation is that the Mayor has somehow figured out how to access my status menu, and has replaced my usual gear with the formal wear matched outfit. And while I can't deny the obvious stylistic benefits of such an equipment set, it is rather impractical in actual combat. It's not as if my spellcasting is based on my Charisma stat, after all. Who in their right mind would multiclass bard levels? No one, that's who!
[Frowning, he looks down at the roses in his hand.]
And a bouquet of roses is hardly an appropriate weapon. I'd be better off wielding that champagne bottle over there. That would at least count as a 1d6 blunt club, I'm sure.
[So now it's time to case the room and actually notice Touko sleeping there in the bed. You know, now that he's done rambling about various insanities.]
Ah, and I see I've been assigned a partner as well. Normally you'd expect to be able to choose your party in a closed puzzle room situation like this, but I suppose Mayfield has always played by its own set of rules.
[He stands there in thought for a few moments more before heading over to wake Touko up.]
This is terrible! My equipment is missing! Clearly the only explanation is that the Mayor has somehow figured out how to access my status menu, and has replaced my usual gear with the formal wear matched outfit. And while I can't deny the obvious stylistic benefits of such an equipment set, it is rather impractical in actual combat. It's not as if my spellcasting is based on my Charisma stat, after all. Who in their right mind would multiclass bard levels? No one, that's who!
[Frowning, he looks down at the roses in his hand.]
And a bouquet of roses is hardly an appropriate weapon. I'd be better off wielding that champagne bottle over there. That would at least count as a 1d6 blunt club, I'm sure.
[So now it's time to case the room and actually notice Touko sleeping there in the bed. You know, now that he's done rambling about various insanities.]
Ah, and I see I've been assigned a partner as well. Normally you'd expect to be able to choose your party in a closed puzzle room situation like this, but I suppose Mayfield has always played by its own set of rules.
[He stands there in thought for a few moments more before heading over to wake Touko up.]