T W O • [Voice/Lotsa' Action]
[Action 1]
[ANNOYING.
He'd just wanted to dick around in this battle dome place, but it seems like there's no dice, today. For no real reason. Beautiful. Dorochet goes ahead and tries to slice into the chamber doors-which should've been easy enough, since his sword cuts through just about anything-but found it did nothing. Pushing the buttons didn't do anything, either. He'll continue to push beat up on buttons, anyway, and when that doesn't work he'll sit on a seat inside the dome and look confusedly at the window nobody can see through. What the hell even...]
[Voice]
Hey, your crappy dome's broken.
For the record, it wasn't my fault.
[Action 2]
[Simple, short, and sweet. Instead he goes into the barracks and practices out there; it's good to see his sword wasn't messed with. Still sharp and capable. He stands in the clearing, throws a pebble up high and waits until it comes down, before he cuts it down in twos. Of course, he goes to dummies, and does the usual sit-ups and push-ups and pull-ups (you can't be short and muscular without it, man). But in the middle of it, he pauses and sniffs the air.
Smells... like food. Which one of you assholes are eating around here? Man, he really should've picked up something before he got out here... :C
NOT IMPORTANT. Focus. Fooocussss...
...
Oh goddammit, he can't even help it. He walks toward the scent of food, sheathing his sword. You're interrupting his practice. Not that this has nothing to do with the aspect of food. Nooo, not at all.]
[Action 3]
[A few hours later, success-he's found his beautiful glorious smoking pipe. And the tobacco's still in it! Hot damn! This means laying on one of your roofs and smoking it up. Sorry about the air quality. It could be daytime, or it could be nighttime. Doesn't matter to him, seeing as how the dark doesn't bother him like a normal person.]
((ooc: sleeping! Do whatever floats your boat; if you can say which action's which, I'd appreciate it. XD))
[ANNOYING.
He'd just wanted to dick around in this battle dome place, but it seems like there's no dice, today. For no real reason. Beautiful. Dorochet goes ahead and tries to slice into the chamber doors-which should've been easy enough, since his sword cuts through just about anything-but found it did nothing. Pushing the buttons didn't do anything, either. He'll continue to push beat up on buttons, anyway, and when that doesn't work he'll sit on a seat inside the dome and look confusedly at the window nobody can see through. What the hell even...]
[Voice]
Hey, your crappy dome's broken.
For the record, it wasn't my fault.
[Action 2]
[Simple, short, and sweet. Instead he goes into the barracks and practices out there; it's good to see his sword wasn't messed with. Still sharp and capable. He stands in the clearing, throws a pebble up high and waits until it comes down, before he cuts it down in twos. Of course, he goes to dummies, and does the usual sit-ups and push-ups and pull-ups (you can't be short and muscular without it, man). But in the middle of it, he pauses and sniffs the air.
Smells... like food. Which one of you assholes are eating around here? Man, he really should've picked up something before he got out here... :C
NOT IMPORTANT. Focus. Fooocussss...
...
Oh goddammit, he can't even help it. He walks toward the scent of food, sheathing his sword. You're interrupting his practice. Not that this has nothing to do with the aspect of food. Nooo, not at all.]
[Action 3]
[A few hours later, success-he's found his beautiful glorious smoking pipe. And the tobacco's still in it! Hot damn! This means laying on one of your roofs and smoking it up. Sorry about the air quality. It could be daytime, or it could be nighttime. Doesn't matter to him, seeing as how the dark doesn't bother him like a normal person.]
((ooc: sleeping! Do whatever floats your boat; if you can say which action's which, I'd appreciate it. XD))