A funny thing happened...
The park is dangerous, that it is.
It’s safer now, but yesterday there was a mess, aye, with a gang of imps attacking a dryad, that they were! I can’t fight imps alone, no. They smell bad, that they do, and are always playing tricks on ye. Ye never know if they’ll attack from the front or do something sneaky, that ye don’t. Ye need at least a party of two to be holding them off, aye, and the best sort of a team is one that seems odd - a clown and a unicorn.
But I was me by me lonesome self, I was.
I grabbed the nearest thing that could be called a weapon, a branch that had fallen in the struggle, aye. It seemed fitting, it did, that one of her limbs would be used to defend her. As I was preparing to be going into battle, though, movement caught my eye. It was a group of pixies, it was! Now pixies are tricky little lasses; they’ll stick to a bargain but he need to be making it smartly else it will backfire, aye. I didn’t have time to bargain smartly, not when the dryad was in danger, I didn’t.
So I made a hasty deal, I did. They liked the color of my hair and wanted some, and in exchange they would help me fight off the nasty imps, aye.
We made quick work of the disgusting creatures, that we did. But my bargain wasn’t well thought out, no. I had been desperate, and needed help quickly, that I had. So instead of pulling a hair here and there, they pulled out clumps, they did. So now I have bald spots, that I do.
And to add insult to injury, one of me roommates decided to add decoration to me face, he did. He’s dead. But he doesn’t know it yet, that he doesn’t.
[[ooc: Shishi (aka the imp) knocked Jin (aka the unicorn) out yesterday and carved bald spots out of his hair, drew patterns on his cheeks, and wrote "I'm an idiot" and Jin's phone number on the Irishman's forehead. This is Jin's explanation of it. He will likely be wearing a hat when your character(s) see him next... and here, have an old Irish Tall-Tale song, hee...]]
It’s safer now, but yesterday there was a mess, aye, with a gang of imps attacking a dryad, that they were! I can’t fight imps alone, no. They smell bad, that they do, and are always playing tricks on ye. Ye never know if they’ll attack from the front or do something sneaky, that ye don’t. Ye need at least a party of two to be holding them off, aye, and the best sort of a team is one that seems odd - a clown and a unicorn.
But I was me by me lonesome self, I was.
I grabbed the nearest thing that could be called a weapon, a branch that had fallen in the struggle, aye. It seemed fitting, it did, that one of her limbs would be used to defend her. As I was preparing to be going into battle, though, movement caught my eye. It was a group of pixies, it was! Now pixies are tricky little lasses; they’ll stick to a bargain but he need to be making it smartly else it will backfire, aye. I didn’t have time to bargain smartly, not when the dryad was in danger, I didn’t.
So I made a hasty deal, I did. They liked the color of my hair and wanted some, and in exchange they would help me fight off the nasty imps, aye.
We made quick work of the disgusting creatures, that we did. But my bargain wasn’t well thought out, no. I had been desperate, and needed help quickly, that I had. So instead of pulling a hair here and there, they pulled out clumps, they did. So now I have bald spots, that I do.
And to add insult to injury, one of me roommates decided to add decoration to me face, he did. He’s dead. But he doesn’t know it yet, that he doesn’t.
[[ooc: Shishi (aka the imp) knocked Jin (aka the unicorn) out yesterday and carved bald spots out of his hair, drew patterns on his cheeks, and wrote "I'm an idiot" and Jin's phone number on the Irishman's forehead. This is Jin's explanation of it. He will likely be wearing a hat when your character(s) see him next... and here, have an old Irish Tall-Tale song, hee...]]