[OTW] Off-Topic Wednesday: Sci-fi/Fantasy meme~

[talks_to_nisse]

Instructions!
A) Post with your character
B) Someone else will roll 1-15 on The Random Number Generator and comment to you

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[talks_to_nisse]

Bring it on~~~

14! Am I supposed to play the captor, the captured, or the white knight? O.o

[ketchupkaper]

Eh, for the hell of it, let's have some genderbend

[talks_to_nisse]

Siri groaned as she fought her way back to consciousness. Her mind felt fogged, hazy, and she could barely twitch her fingers.

Drugs, then. Nothing she could do until they wore off.

She groaned again as she considered her predicament. It was all so stupid. How could she have been drugged? There were safeguards upon safeguards for that. And she didn't know what her captors hoped to obtain. Though she was unblindfolded, what little she could see of her room told her nothing.

Biting back a curse, she tried to will her muscles back to work. Whoever had taken her would quickly find out they failed to capture a proper little princess.

[ketchupkaper]

It only took the kitchen boy a few moments to notice the beautiful princess from the north disappear from the ball. He had only been glancing at her the whole night, for she was the prettiest thing he'd seen walk through the front doors that entire night. Though he was fairly certain she did not even know he existed.

Curiously, he stuck a head out of one of the more inconspicuous exits in the ballroom and sure enough - tracks! Hoofprints from the horse of a stranger who appeared to be far too eager to leave.

After many attempts to win the trust of one of the palace horses in the nearby stables, he eventually settled on the kindly yet homely mule and sped off in search of this stranger in hopes of finding Siri.

It wasn't before long he found a small cottage in the middle of the forest, one that was very strategically placed upon a cliffside, surrounded by sharp rocks. "Well friend," He said, patting the old mule as he dismounted. "This must be it. Thanks for the lift."

With a gulp, Marcello began his climb.

[talks_to_nisse]

Siri cursed as she struggled against her bonds. True, the drugs had worn off enough so she could regain and maintain consciousness, but that was about all she could do. Her muscles were weak and resisted movement, making what should be the simple task of reaching her knife and freeing herself much more difficult.

Panting, she forced herself to stop. This wasn't going anywhere, and even if she were able to free herself at this moment, that was all she would be able to do. Better to be tied and presumed completely helpless should her captors return than unbound yet unable to move.

Instead, she wrangled herself into a sitting position. Using the wall, she managed to inch herself over to the window, collapsing against it in order to hopefully determine where she had been spirited off to.

[ketchupkaper]

The kitchen boy wasn't very well-trained for this kind of thing, and kept stopping for breath. He gazed up at the cottage desperately. It always seemed to be just out of reach. Oh! But there! He could've sworn he saw the face of the princess in one of the windows now

I rolled a 1. Do I get a SP thief to go along with it? <3

[mystiklsushi]

Kiku let himself into the back room of the shop as he was accustomed to doing. The crew of the Alexandria had groundleave for the night, and there was no question of where that took him.

As there was currently no sign of the merchant around, he settled in one of the chairs to wait for him. Likely some business up front.

Why of course~

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre smiled as he let himself in an upper window in the back of Wilm's shop. It had been too long since Wilm needed him to go a-sneaking. Good to know his skills hadn't all deteriorated. In'n'out, no one the wiser, not a single thing outta place to show he'd been in.

Well, just one thing.

Sindre twirled the brush he had nabbed between his fingers. True, the job was just to look, see, learn something, not to nab. Wouldn't make sense to take nothing, not when Wilm just wanted to know somethin' Kiku might want. But though Sindre had eyes to see the brush and what was with it was important, he had no clue what it was.

But Wilm would know. And then Sindre could put it back, no one wiser. Easy.

Re: Why of course~

[mystiklsushi]

Kiku was on his feet in an instant, hand automatically reaching for his sword, though he made no move to draw it. If the merchant had another fuck who came into the shop via unconventional means, it would not do him well to attack. Instead, he waited for an explanation. A politeness to the merchant.

[talks_to_nisse]

"Faen," Sindre swore, shoving the brush as best he could into his belt. Wilm hadn't told him the pirate would be here. He and his employer would have words about giving proper information about a job beforehand. He just hoped the brush would keep out of sight.

"'s me. Varg," he said, identifying himself with the name Valdi had given him once they went straight. His old one was too damning. "Y'know I gotta right to be here, pirate."

He kept himself up out of reach. Wilm might like the man, but Sindre wasn't stupid. He knew to stay away from drawn swords.

[mystiklsushi]

It took a moment to place that name, but once he had, he forced his hand away from his sword and back down to his side. This person was either the apprentice or his brother, and Kiku hardly cared which. There was something delicately untrustworthy about his stance. As if he were hiding something.

"I am waiting for Willem. Can you know where is he?"

[talks_to_nisse]

Cautiously, Sindre came closer. "I can know," he replied. "What's it worth to ya?"

[mystiklsushi]

He had experienced this sort of dialogue before, by side of the captain. The way that Kirkland dealt with it seemed to work, more often than not.

"Is worth my temper."

Kiku could not replicate the confident smirk that accompanied this, and knew very well that any attempt to smile would likely render an unimpressive result. But he had heard on more than one occasion that his usual expression was enough to turn a man to stone, and so he saw no need to change for this pale con.

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre merely shrugged at the glare. He'd seen worse on a daily basis. "Temper ain't gonna feed anyone," he replied. "Guess I'll catch ya later."

And with that, he headed back toward the window through which he entered.

[mystiklsushi]

Kiku was annoyed at worst at the answer, not having expected the boy to be willingly helpful anyway. And he was prepared to let him get away with it, until his eyes caught on the brush in his belt.

"Wait."

They were too rare a thing, the brushes of that make, now that his people had been dispersed and his culture destroyed. It was hard enough to find anyone who knew of his people, let along possess a cultural artifact. But a city this size and a friend of a rich merchant, it was not unthinkable that it had somehow fallen into the other man's possession and that now he looked on it as a trinket. If he was willing to strike a trade or a bargain with a pirate...

The thought did not really cross Kiku's mind that he was looking at his own brush.

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre stopped where he was, crouched at the windowframe. He gazed down at the pirate warily.

"There somethin' you're wanting?"