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I once said that I shall not post anything here that is non-fandom related or sort of but I am so proud of myself that I, after years of procrastination, writer's block and all, managed to finish this thing--and this calls for a celebration! Of course I kid. Nah. I'll be posting it here coz, again, I am just so proud of my grammar-booboo-filled stories and yes I don't care about it. Ooh. I already had this thing up on my Wordpress blog, just telling. (I wonder how is it going with my friend. I know she's doing this, too.) Anyway, here it goes.
I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don’t have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Karl - Technically he is a prince but his title is a viscount. He doesn’t seem like he is with his looks; his way of talking isn’t that much princely (making him an unpopular member of the royal family). He’s a bit far in the line of succession but he doesn’t care much about it. He’s born as a water apothecarist but he is not a master-maybe because he’s more fascinated with fire magic. He extremely loves strawberries or anything that has strawberry in it.
2. Hathel - the younger half-brother of Vado and is also member of the army, except that he’s part of the 4th Brigade and pretty much taller, and sturdier. He barely speaks and is usually found reading books or playing his flute. He knows fire and earth apothecary but he rarely uses them. Instead, he uses his double sword most of the time for defense.
3. Claude - a popular singer-actor who happens to be Karl’s best friend. He’s too good looking one cannot believe a guy could be this beautiful. He’s actually not that full of himself-well, just a little bit of narcissism. He is very childish and loves eating pudding. Though he’s a nobleman, he has not discovered or learned any apothecary skills to defend himself which makes Karl look like his protector or sort of.
4. Vado - a member of the 31st Brigade of the Azure Dragon Corps. He’s a member of the army yet he can be fragile and gentle. He’s a great fire apothecarist only at the presence of his strange “weapon” he calls Lanzamoso. Though he is a good cook, he doesn’t eat and drink anything except for strawberry cake and strawberry milk making him good friends with Karl.
5. Leth - Karl’s schoolmate at the apothecary academy in The Hexagon though they haven’t actually met. She’s a spoiled daughter of the Duke of Escuerte. Her character is not that desirable actually. She can complain on a lot of things and can be a nagger, though she can be serious if she wants or if the situation calls for. She’s an air and water apothecarist.
II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either [Karl] or [Vado].
Karl was leisurely strolling around the outskirts of The Hexagon when he thought a little dose of alcohol would be a good start to warm this cold afternoon up. As he was about to enter the entertainment district, his secretary gave him a call. He answered the phone pouting but his expression went from disappointment to excitement, biting his lips trying to keep himself from smiling in public.
He continued walking straight until he reached the farthest avenue. He halted and stared at the doors of a not so old tavern. Excited, he involuntarily pushed them loudly they hit hard on the walls catching everyone’s unwanted attention.
A drunken plump man staggered at him aiming for his neck who was successful though as he pulled Karl by the collar up, his feet a few inches above the oak wood floor. “Shit kid! You just scared the-”
But then he felt an abrupt, powerful pull followed by his soles touching the floor again. In a tick he saw the man rocketing straight to the wall, unconscious and soaking wet.
So they’re here.
Somebody in expensive black tail coats approached him, pulling a white cloth from his side pockets and wiping his wrinkled collar. “Are you alright, My Lord?”
And at the sound of the royal style, everyone gazed at him-and the black suit guy as well-in amusement. There were faint murmurs as every person stood up, their heads bowed down as if they were so ashamed, yet eyes were still fixed on him. Amazed by this awkward scenario, Karl again bit his lip trying his best not to laugh which resulted to another weird smirk.
“Good afternoon, My Lord.” Everyone greeted in chorus. He raised his hand in a way it would look like an it’s-alright-just-quietly-sit-down-okay gesture and every one obeyed the silent order. The guy in black suit ran to the far end of the tavern, pulled out the chair, wiped it with another white cloth that came out from his side pockets again (Karl wondered how many white cloths did his secretary has in his pockets). He walked towards it and sat, his secretary standing right beside the chair. Oblivious of all the curious and amazed eyes on him, he raised his right hand calling for the waiter, “That new strawberry wine you just included in your menu yesterday, please.”
He smiled.
“And strawberry cake, too. Thank you.”
III. Jealous, [Claude] tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails. Why is that?
The news spread quickly. That a member of the royal family went outside The Hexagon and Claude was quite sure that it would be Karl. Apparently, he was right. He took cab and was just lucky enough to arrive right in front of the pub. Well, if it wasn’t for the bulk of men in black suits blocking the entrance he would have not thought the viscount was there.
He showed his pocket-size badge with the Hexagon’s insignia on it which, since he was able to enter, apparently served like a pass for him to pass through the guards. Trying not to be harsh and loud, preserving his very nice image of course, he slowly pushed the doors. His eyes were shut close and as he heard the doors lock, he flipped his hair. He was very much aware that he caught the attention of everyone because the noisy pub went silent in a whoosh.
“Hello everyone,” he said smartly, in his most alluring and handsome way he could possibly do.
Then there was silence-almost. Except for the busy radios and walkie-talkies of the guards outside which can still be heard, it was practically silent. Everyone was still staring at Claude while he was in some awkward, hair-flipping, supposedly alluring pose. A few seconds passed and in a snap, everyone’s back to their businesses. The oak wood room was filled again with chatter and noise of glasses, pitchers. He wasn’t noticed. And if he was, it would only be the viscount at the far end of the bar who was already yelling out his name.
IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either [Hathel] or [Leth].
Hathel was enjoying his free time with a couple of beer in the new tavern that just opened a few weeks ago. It was already late and he’s the only one left inside. He wasn’t drunk-yet. He was about to call the bartender to take his last order of drinks when three rogue-like men in old, smelly cloaks entered the pub. He immediately looked at them but just as he was about to hold recognition of the strangers, they flew-as how Hathel had seen it-straight at him.
He stood up fast pulling his swords from behind and pushed his left arm mightily causing the first attacker to stumble over a table. Seeing the other two rush at him, he swung his right arm as he shielded himself with his sword against the second attacker. He dodged for the third attack which just missed him by a few centimeters however a swerve from below surprised him. He evaded but not fast enough as he felt like all the alcohol went up to his head. Then there was a twinge on his left cheek. He jumped on the bar as he pushed and kicked both the two rogues.
“Tsk,” he said, wiping the blood with his sleeves, his eyes twitching from pain.
Hathel ran on the bar and picked some of the wine bottles, throwing it hard to the enemies. Luckily, a couple had knocked one of them straight to the face. Reaching the end, he hopped back to the floor and ran towards the remaining two. His sword clashed with the daggers but he managed to twist his hand powerfully enough to pull the enemy blades off his grasps. He slashed the back of it and knocked him with his elbow, followed by a swift turn, giving the third attacker a fast side kick on the face causing the rogue to fly straight over the wine cases. But as he was to get up, another dagger flew straight near his face, again, missing him by a few centimeters. The one he had hit with wine bottles was looking at him fiercely smirking maliciously, his cloak worn back and its shadows concealing half of his face. Hathel squinted as he tried to get a better view. He saw in his peripheral the other two also pushing their selves up.
The windows were suddenly shut close. One of the big round tables flew fast at the door and was stuck there, sealing the only entrance-and exit. Soon, more and more cloaked men appeared inside the tavern, emerging out of thin air. A foul smell surrounded the pub and the air became oddly chilly.
He was confused-trying his best to think but his brains were intoxicated. He recognized this feeling and he knew he had encountered this aura before. This black heavy feeling is somewhat different. Like it was darker, gloomier, more threatening. These enemies were…different.
Hathel felt a swift cool wind rush behind him but just as he was about to turn around, he was locked by the arms tightly, letting loose of his weapons. He was hurriedly pushed down and bumped his head on oak wood floor so hard he thought he broke his skull. He tried to look around, his eyes narrowed from the pain. The rogues…they had no feet.
“No…they-” His flow of thoughts was cut when he felt a colder chill as something sharp pierced his neck. He struggled but it felt strangely ecstatic, oddly pleasurable. The smell of his blood flowing from the holes made him weak. There was something more than blood that was being sucked off him but he was too dizzy to think. Knowing it would be useless to budge, he allowed the euphoric twinge overwhelm him and let his eyelids close slowly. Soon everything was black.
V. [Claude] is depressed and decides to get drunk.
The room was a mess. The bed sheets, blankets and pillows were scattered. He sat himself on the floor, leaning on the bed, and for a moment, he stared emptily at the white ceiling. Nearly a dozen of empty bottles were around him and a dozen more still unopened. Some were left spilling on the Persian carpets while quite a few were shattered. He lazily reaches for another and slugged the liquor straight but chokes before he could even finish a quarter of it. He paused to breath and after recovering, ended with a deep sigh.
He closed his eye out of dizziness. But he was not drunk yet-or at least he thought. He should not sleep yet. He could still hear their laugh. Insulting. Very humiliating. The whispers. The murmurs. The way those aristocrats stare at him. It was his first time to meet them and he swore it’d be his last. He shut his eyes harder. He gulps again, sometimes missing the tip of the bottle which wetted his court dress.
“He’s my…” the deep, hoarse, familiar voice echoed. The voice of a man he thought the only one who could understand him completely. And at its sound he could feel a hard push on the chest, like an invisible boulder was pressed against it, painfully breaking and snapping every part of his rib cage.
“Nephew.”
All of a sudden, the silence was broken and there was rage. Claude screamed as saline water spilled from the corner of his eyes. He roared like it would be the last he could. Sounds of shattered glasses and bottles filled the room but just as when he was about to throw the third bottle, he stared at it. Trembling, he grabbed the opener and tried to gulp its content straight. He sighed. He felt everything around him spun faster his eyes could not cope up with its speed. Subconsciously, he slowly yet reluctantly gave in to sleep. Again there was silence.
VI. An event like no other takes place and [Karl] and [Hathel] get into a battle to the death. Who wins?
As soon as the red light turned green, Karl aimed at the knee, giving a fast low kick. It was swift for a normal human being but slow enough for an experienced military man as it missed Hathel by centimeters. Karl stood up but was hit by punch. Thanks to his reflexes he shielded himself by his arms crossed. His eyes twitched. It was awfully strong he thought his forearm bones broke. A kick on the side followed and before he could dodge it, he was already flying sideways. He looked at Hathel, who had already drawn his swords.
He tried his apothecary; however the air was just dry for him to extract moisture and make a lance. Instead, and perhaps luckily, he still managed to make small ones. He stuck them in between his fingers and as soon as he touched solid ground, he threw them straight at the attacker. Hathel shielded himself with his swords but the small ice spikes were too fine and fast, it cut him on the cheek and his lower extremities. He slowed down. He knew it was unfair, melee against apothecary, yet he still refrained using his own. Holding his left chest, Karl tried to stand up but the pain caused him to limp.
Before he could look straight again, his abdomen felt a heavy blow. He was pushed and he tried to throw the remaining spikes however missing the target. Hathel dashed at the opponent. Karl was just tricky enough to give him a swift kick on the side of his face, strong to slightly move the challenger away for a few meters. But it did not hold the soldier for a time as he saw Hathel running again at him again, though not as fast as he was earlier-or maybe he thought.
A sharp, burning sensation caught Karl stunned. He could not move and he felt a nasty sting on his cheek, chest, and lower front. He smelt something like iron. He looked down and everything was red. Straight, he saw Hathel panting, his sword was tainted red as well. Karl was dizzy and numb. His body was dropping straight to the ground. The green light turned red.
KO! Hathel wins!
The two stared at the flat screen. Karl threw his controls on the floor and laid himself comfortably on the sofa.
“Fine! Fine! Fine. You win. I’ll pay for dinner,” he sighed.
Hathel smiled. Again he saved money for that night.
VII. [Vado] or [Leth] accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love with first? [Hathel] or [Claude]?
He sipped every single drop of that sweet and sour juice, his hands gently squeezing the pink-and-white box until Vado’s blushing face brightly showed how satisfied he was. “Strawberries are the best!” He whispered to himself smiling while comfortably sitting on his bed.Suddenly his world started to turn around slowly and his eyelids became heavy. He knew he was about to fall but he did not stop himself hitting the squashy pillows of his bed.
The next morning, Vado woke up with a throbbing headache. Closing his eyes, he gave out a soft groan as he placed his palm on his forehead. He felt there was something in front of his face.Well he thought it was something. He squinted a little but to his surprise he realized somebody was staring at him so close he could even feel the other breathe on him. He had a blonde messy hair with bangs long enough to touch Vado’s forehead. His eyes were dark brown and clear he could see his reflection on it. He wore a faint smile, an expression like he was patiently waiting for Vado to wake up.
“WHOA-OW!” He abruptly pushed himself up, unintentionally hitting the person on the forehead.
“You just hit me! It hurts…” The other guy rubbed his brow. Vado, who was also doing the same thing, said nothing, his heart pumping too much blood he could feel his head ache thrice more than what he had when he woke up.
“Claude…” He said to himself. His eyes were closed tight and teary.
“Oh well. I was waiting for you to wake up. Can you do me a favor please?” Claude feverishly took Vado’s hand whose eyes opened fretfully at the touch of Claude’s soft and smooth palm. “Karl can’t go shopping. Can you go with me instead?”
“Wh-what?!” Again, Vado was taken by surprise yet he did not understand why. He nervously blushed thanks to his not-so-pale skin his face turning pink was not that obvious. He slowly but hesitantly pulled his hand away from Claud’s.
“You see we’re supposed to go out today to buy clothes for my trip next week but it seems like Karl’s a bit busy with royal stuff so I browsed through my phonebook to ask someone else out. I tried to call you last night but your phone’s turned off, I guess…” Claude explained. Vado was staring at him, not actually listening. He was as if mesmerized, looking at the singer’s seemingly soft lips move as he talk and the voice was like drowning him into silence. The next thing he knew Claude was shaking him by the shoulders. “…so you gonna say yes? You going?” Vado nodded slowly unconscious of what exactly he was doing.
“Thank you Vado! You’re such a great friend!” Claude hopped from the edge of the bed and hugged him tightly. He thought his heart jumped off his rib cage as he let out a weak gasp. He could smell Claud’s strong sweet scent like he had poured a bottle of perfume all over his body. This time, he grew so wary of his as-red-as-a-beet face. When Claude finally let loose of him, he shyly bowed his head.“So I’ll just wait for you downstairs. Hathel cooked breakfast for us.” Claude smiled as he joyfully trod towards the door which he closed gently. Vado did not answer. He heard the door lock and there was silence.
His deep, brown eyes. His innocent, pure face. His soft, smooth hands. His sweet smell. His tight hug. Every image of Claude was stuck in his mind. He actually forgot he had headache only to feel his head throb again and he buried his crimson red face on his palms.
“Shit. A date?”
VIII. Since [Vado] or [Leth] are under a love spell, how do they try to spoil their partner?
Claude was enjoying his weekend with the new games he just bought (though most were borrowed from Karl). It was a fun but hell of a week for him-guestings, shows, special performances, Karl’s mascots in royal works and visitations, plus his shopping yesterday with Vado. He had been in front of the screen for almost three hours, inside his den for like seven hours, when he realized he had not taken his daily dosage of pudding. It was as if his stomach brains transmitted where-is-my-pudding-I-need-them-now neurons straight to the locomotive part of his brains which sent his feet and arms scrambling for pudding in the refrigerator. Just as he thought it was a very awesome and lucky day, to his dismay, not a single pudding was found. He looked in the cabinet, drawers, the freezer, everywhere but none.
The doorbell rang thrice but he was just too busy to notice it, thinking how to get a pudding for himself. He was just too tired to get one from the grocery though it was just a block away from his home. There were a couple of rings again. Annoyed, he lazily dragged himself to the door. He was met by Vado, holding boxes which towered over his head, wobbling.
“Uh,” Vado spoke shyly, “Y-you forgot to buy them yesterday. So I thought I should buy some for you.”
Claude looked at the boxes which showed the brand of his favorite pudding. He was too overwhelmed, happy with a two-week supply of his favorite food, and excited of his stomach to digest a couple or three of it. Vado slowly put the boxes down on the side of the door and left silently but he blushed so much he had to run away.
IX. [Hathel] tries to steal from either [Karl] or [Leth]. Does he succeed?
Hiccup.
“Come on Karl…” Leth was drunk. Hiccup.
Karl knew it, tagging her along in the tavern was not a nice idea. He could feel Leth’s arm slither around his which gave him a weird shiver. He gave out a hiss of disgust as he slid his arms off the drunken lady.
“One-hiccup-more bottle please…” Leth sluggishly asked the bartender who obediently took one. Karl was about to stop him but the doors swung open and Hathel appeared, panting.
“Karl, I need your car.”
“I-I can’t. You see Leth is drunk-”
“NO!” Karl was interrupted with Leth’s hand on his mouth. I-hiccup-not drunk!” But Leth stopped awkwardly. She abruptly went silent. All of a sudden, she ducked down.
“OH! NO!” Karl stood up frenetically but Leth had already clasped her hands tightly on his coat as she gagged and threw up on his clothes.
Hathel saw the car keys dangle at the left side of Karl’s waist. Taking advantage of the unwanted and gross situation, he slowly crafted a thin thread-like sharp scarlet flame at the tip of his forefinger. Karl was just too busy taking Leth off her grasps. The flame cut the key chain off the viscount’s belt, wrapped itself around it and in a few seconds Hathel was already holding them.
He walked away silently.
X. [Claude] throws a slumber party but only invites one person. Which character did he invite?
Not that he was actually bored or something but his fans just brought and bought him too much food-the day after he told on national television he just eats when he does nothing at home. Apparently, it was his day off that day. He tried to eat half of it the whole day but his stomach tells him he already had much, except for puddings; that is given of course. He still had chips, colas, including rootbeers, a couple of pizzas, fruits, and boxes of strawberry cakes and it’s already quarter past eight. All he could do was to lay himself comfortably on the bed and stuff his mouth with chips gluttonously-and he was already full.
Strawberry cakes. Yes. It was eureka. He idly reached for the phone on the side table. He was about to scroll down his contacts when he had second thoughts. The viscount likes strawberry cakes. So does the young soldier. Vado had taken the burden of being dragged to his shopping spree. But he has not seen Karl for quite some time and he misses his best friend so much. Trying not to put so much big deal on this, he took a coin, tossed it on the air. Heads, Karl. Tails, Vado. He flipped it quiet low and it reached his soft mattress.
“Karl, I got strawberry cakes here. A lot.”
XI. All of the Characters get together for a ‘wholesome’ dinner. Does it go well? Give details.
To be honest, whatever happened today-tonight, fine-has never come to my mind. Everywhere was just muddle thanks to Claude for bringing rhum which he actually slipped in the Hexagon. How he did it I have no idea. I could have brought out Dad’s but we’re underage. I’d get detention if I try, definitely. Or if they found out about tonight.
Grateful for my high alcohol tolerance, I managed to quickly clean the mess and ask the maids to change the carpet in minutes, not to mention of bribing them not to speak of anything in case Dad asks. I hope they’d keep it.
Hathel was snoring loudly on the sofa; Vado beside him snuggling the throw pillows which apparently was not able to avoid getting puked on. Being the only girl, I have no choice but to bring Leth to my room. She got dizzy with the first bottle and it was not news to us. I have to bring the futon out and stay at the sala or den where Claude had managed to doze off while playing Wii. Dad’ll be back from the South tomorrow afternoon which leads me to no other choice but to drag everyone off the compound early in the morning. I got headache, not actually because of the alcohol but of this thing. It stresses me out. Seriously.
XII. Mysteriously, [Karl] dies. [Claude] and [Leth] are the only ones around. How do they react?
I see Leth sitting beside him as she slowly lifts his head and resting it on her lap. Ignoring the crimson lines that trickle all over his face, he actually looks peaceful. “Wake up,” I hear her whisper. “Wake up. Please.” It went on like forever, her pleads for him to wake up, to open his eyes and tell us that everything is just a joke-and if ever it is, it is not funny at all.
Everything was numb to me. Like the air has solidified inside my ears piercing through my brain. But I feel the pain in my chest. It was sharp, heavy. It races to my lungs, finding myself difficult to breath, the painful sting eventually rising up to my eyes.
It has to be us. It has to be me. Not him. Life is not fair. Life shall never be. Who told me it is fair to begin with? This is the worst.
XIII. [Claude] gets into an accident. What was he riding? How did it happen?
He dashed out of the house, terrified, eyes wide in a mixture of emotions. As soon as he reached the parking racks, he hastily removed the chain and mounts onto it. He hurried down the almost empty street aiming for the highway. Whatever he had seen, he was pretty sure he had no plans of going back-or even looking back.
A bright light blinded him as he turned left for the avenue. It was a swift blow; he was in mid-air before he actually realized what actually happened.
XIII. [Claude] gets into an accident. What was he riding? How did it happen?
He dashed out of the house, terrified, eyes wide in a mixture of emotions. As soon as he reached the parking racks, he hastily removed the chain and mounts onto it. He hurried down the almost empty street aiming for the highway. Whatever he had seen, he was pretty sure he had no plans of going back-or even looking back.
A bright light blinded him as he turned left for the avenue. It was a swift blow; he was in mid-air before he actually realized what actually happened.
XV. [Claude] or [Vado] decides to leave a tavern. How does that go? Why did they leave?
Vado had reached the third tavern yet he was not really enjoying the strawberry wines which were apparently the new craze of the town. He pushed the doors and went straight to the barista for a shot of their own. The moment the glass was given, he gulped all of it, pausing for a moment as his tongue examines the taste of it.
“Nothing new,” he whispered.
There was a faint but still audible beep from his pockets. He pulled his phone out with Karl’s name displayed on the screen.
“At Asche-Port. 23rd Avenue. It’s perfect.”
Both excited and disappointed, he dashed out of the pub.
XVI. [Karl] wakes up in the bed with a random character of your choice!
Karl’s head ached it almost felt like it’s going to burst. His eyes squinted as the sun rays lit his face. He was pale, lips chapped, and he stinks. The foggy memory of god knows whatever happened last night made his skull break more into sharper pieces but thanks to the comfort of his pillows and mattress it somehow reduced the nauseous effect of intoxication.
He was awake but his body was heavily exhausted to actually get himself off the bed, not to mention how relaxing the feeling was. He turns to his side just to find himself releasing a loud yelp of both surprise and disbelief. He got the same in return.
Leth was beside him and both of the jumped to the floor, grabbing the blanket towards opposite directions covering their body instinctively. The screams of the girl almost deafened him, adding another pang on Karl’s head.
“Oh goodness!”
“Stop! Don’t scream!” Karl exclaimed, letting loose of his grasp on the blanket and placing them sealed on his ears. “You got clothes on, damn it!”
Leth was about to throw pillows when his words of truth hit her. She stopped and tried to calm herself. The sudden silence was both awkward and embarrassing at the same time. Teary, with the sunlight slightly blinding her, she stared at this half-silhouette half-clear man standing right in front of her. She narrows her sight to make sure she was seeing the right thing-or person rather. Finally, tears began to flow and her screams turned into wails of mixed feelings she did not even bother to identify. She jumped across the bed and hugged Karl who, on the other hand, had no idea what actually was happening. Why he ended up sleeping beside her, he might get the answers later but this time, he just had to wonder why stuff had become sort of unusual.
“You’re alive.” Leth mumbled between her sobs.
Of course I am. Karl thought. He must get a clear story right after the drama.
XVII. A character of your choice becomes a supreme being and creates the world in their image.
It was the usual Monday morning. Claude woke up with the first word out of his mouth, “Pudding.” Sleepy and hungry, he dragged himself off his bed, putting his weight on the doorknob before turning it. He was expecting his maids outside carrying his dress for today’s Court meeting or worse his manager making frantic phone calls with TV stations.
He could not believe his eyes. The edge of his door was green pasture, the smell of fresh grass, cool breeze, warm sunlight, and the depth of open space welcomed him. A few meters away from where he stood was a table, around three meters long, nothing else but pudding in all sorts of shapes, design, presentation on it. He slapped his face in disbelief, slammed the door shut, and ran back to his bed, throwing his body that it actually hurt. He stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he knew he was relaxed. He stood up and reached for the knob, slowly pushing the door until it’s wide open again.
Nothing has changed. He thought he was dead-and that he was in heaven already.
XVIII. Before we go, all of your characters want to take a moment to ask you (their creator) for something that they have always wanted.
Karl - Am I really paired with Leth, like romantically or sort of?
Me - No. I’m just making fun of you two. You look good together though, I personally think. *gets bricked*.
Hathel - Do I really look that cool?
Me - Wow.
Claude - Why did I not see any part of me singing or something? I am a singer right? *sniffs*
Me - Aaaw. Puddings for you, dear *hands a bucket of pudding*. Yes you are. I actually like your voice. You’re based off of one of my favorite singers.
Vado - I…uh, the l-love potion…uhm, you know-
Me - *pats you* Don’t worry. You’re straight, I swear.
Leth - I think I need more exposure, don’t you think? *flips hair*
Me - Haha. You’ll get more in the next meme. I wish.
Done! I'm going for the second part but I am still thinking if I should use the same characters or I should try a different set of people *ehem* Super Junior *ehem*. Oh well, I still have plenty of time to think about it. Ja. Ja.
I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don’t have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Karl - Technically he is a prince but his title is a viscount. He doesn’t seem like he is with his looks; his way of talking isn’t that much princely (making him an unpopular member of the royal family). He’s a bit far in the line of succession but he doesn’t care much about it. He’s born as a water apothecarist but he is not a master-maybe because he’s more fascinated with fire magic. He extremely loves strawberries or anything that has strawberry in it.
2. Hathel - the younger half-brother of Vado and is also member of the army, except that he’s part of the 4th Brigade and pretty much taller, and sturdier. He barely speaks and is usually found reading books or playing his flute. He knows fire and earth apothecary but he rarely uses them. Instead, he uses his double sword most of the time for defense.
3. Claude - a popular singer-actor who happens to be Karl’s best friend. He’s too good looking one cannot believe a guy could be this beautiful. He’s actually not that full of himself-well, just a little bit of narcissism. He is very childish and loves eating pudding. Though he’s a nobleman, he has not discovered or learned any apothecary skills to defend himself which makes Karl look like his protector or sort of.
4. Vado - a member of the 31st Brigade of the Azure Dragon Corps. He’s a member of the army yet he can be fragile and gentle. He’s a great fire apothecarist only at the presence of his strange “weapon” he calls Lanzamoso. Though he is a good cook, he doesn’t eat and drink anything except for strawberry cake and strawberry milk making him good friends with Karl.
5. Leth - Karl’s schoolmate at the apothecary academy in The Hexagon though they haven’t actually met. She’s a spoiled daughter of the Duke of Escuerte. Her character is not that desirable actually. She can complain on a lot of things and can be a nagger, though she can be serious if she wants or if the situation calls for. She’s an air and water apothecarist.
II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either [Karl] or [Vado].
Karl was leisurely strolling around the outskirts of The Hexagon when he thought a little dose of alcohol would be a good start to warm this cold afternoon up. As he was about to enter the entertainment district, his secretary gave him a call. He answered the phone pouting but his expression went from disappointment to excitement, biting his lips trying to keep himself from smiling in public.
He continued walking straight until he reached the farthest avenue. He halted and stared at the doors of a not so old tavern. Excited, he involuntarily pushed them loudly they hit hard on the walls catching everyone’s unwanted attention.
A drunken plump man staggered at him aiming for his neck who was successful though as he pulled Karl by the collar up, his feet a few inches above the oak wood floor. “Shit kid! You just scared the-”
But then he felt an abrupt, powerful pull followed by his soles touching the floor again. In a tick he saw the man rocketing straight to the wall, unconscious and soaking wet.
So they’re here.
Somebody in expensive black tail coats approached him, pulling a white cloth from his side pockets and wiping his wrinkled collar. “Are you alright, My Lord?”
And at the sound of the royal style, everyone gazed at him-and the black suit guy as well-in amusement. There were faint murmurs as every person stood up, their heads bowed down as if they were so ashamed, yet eyes were still fixed on him. Amazed by this awkward scenario, Karl again bit his lip trying his best not to laugh which resulted to another weird smirk.
“Good afternoon, My Lord.” Everyone greeted in chorus. He raised his hand in a way it would look like an it’s-alright-just-quietly-sit-down-okay gesture and every one obeyed the silent order. The guy in black suit ran to the far end of the tavern, pulled out the chair, wiped it with another white cloth that came out from his side pockets again (Karl wondered how many white cloths did his secretary has in his pockets). He walked towards it and sat, his secretary standing right beside the chair. Oblivious of all the curious and amazed eyes on him, he raised his right hand calling for the waiter, “That new strawberry wine you just included in your menu yesterday, please.”
He smiled.
“And strawberry cake, too. Thank you.”
III. Jealous, [Claude] tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails. Why is that?
The news spread quickly. That a member of the royal family went outside The Hexagon and Claude was quite sure that it would be Karl. Apparently, he was right. He took cab and was just lucky enough to arrive right in front of the pub. Well, if it wasn’t for the bulk of men in black suits blocking the entrance he would have not thought the viscount was there.
He showed his pocket-size badge with the Hexagon’s insignia on it which, since he was able to enter, apparently served like a pass for him to pass through the guards. Trying not to be harsh and loud, preserving his very nice image of course, he slowly pushed the doors. His eyes were shut close and as he heard the doors lock, he flipped his hair. He was very much aware that he caught the attention of everyone because the noisy pub went silent in a whoosh.
“Hello everyone,” he said smartly, in his most alluring and handsome way he could possibly do.
Then there was silence-almost. Except for the busy radios and walkie-talkies of the guards outside which can still be heard, it was practically silent. Everyone was still staring at Claude while he was in some awkward, hair-flipping, supposedly alluring pose. A few seconds passed and in a snap, everyone’s back to their businesses. The oak wood room was filled again with chatter and noise of glasses, pitchers. He wasn’t noticed. And if he was, it would only be the viscount at the far end of the bar who was already yelling out his name.
IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either [Hathel] or [Leth].
Hathel was enjoying his free time with a couple of beer in the new tavern that just opened a few weeks ago. It was already late and he’s the only one left inside. He wasn’t drunk-yet. He was about to call the bartender to take his last order of drinks when three rogue-like men in old, smelly cloaks entered the pub. He immediately looked at them but just as he was about to hold recognition of the strangers, they flew-as how Hathel had seen it-straight at him.
He stood up fast pulling his swords from behind and pushed his left arm mightily causing the first attacker to stumble over a table. Seeing the other two rush at him, he swung his right arm as he shielded himself with his sword against the second attacker. He dodged for the third attack which just missed him by a few centimeters however a swerve from below surprised him. He evaded but not fast enough as he felt like all the alcohol went up to his head. Then there was a twinge on his left cheek. He jumped on the bar as he pushed and kicked both the two rogues.
“Tsk,” he said, wiping the blood with his sleeves, his eyes twitching from pain.
Hathel ran on the bar and picked some of the wine bottles, throwing it hard to the enemies. Luckily, a couple had knocked one of them straight to the face. Reaching the end, he hopped back to the floor and ran towards the remaining two. His sword clashed with the daggers but he managed to twist his hand powerfully enough to pull the enemy blades off his grasps. He slashed the back of it and knocked him with his elbow, followed by a swift turn, giving the third attacker a fast side kick on the face causing the rogue to fly straight over the wine cases. But as he was to get up, another dagger flew straight near his face, again, missing him by a few centimeters. The one he had hit with wine bottles was looking at him fiercely smirking maliciously, his cloak worn back and its shadows concealing half of his face. Hathel squinted as he tried to get a better view. He saw in his peripheral the other two also pushing their selves up.
The windows were suddenly shut close. One of the big round tables flew fast at the door and was stuck there, sealing the only entrance-and exit. Soon, more and more cloaked men appeared inside the tavern, emerging out of thin air. A foul smell surrounded the pub and the air became oddly chilly.
He was confused-trying his best to think but his brains were intoxicated. He recognized this feeling and he knew he had encountered this aura before. This black heavy feeling is somewhat different. Like it was darker, gloomier, more threatening. These enemies were…different.
Hathel felt a swift cool wind rush behind him but just as he was about to turn around, he was locked by the arms tightly, letting loose of his weapons. He was hurriedly pushed down and bumped his head on oak wood floor so hard he thought he broke his skull. He tried to look around, his eyes narrowed from the pain. The rogues…they had no feet.
“No…they-” His flow of thoughts was cut when he felt a colder chill as something sharp pierced his neck. He struggled but it felt strangely ecstatic, oddly pleasurable. The smell of his blood flowing from the holes made him weak. There was something more than blood that was being sucked off him but he was too dizzy to think. Knowing it would be useless to budge, he allowed the euphoric twinge overwhelm him and let his eyelids close slowly. Soon everything was black.
V. [Claude] is depressed and decides to get drunk.
The room was a mess. The bed sheets, blankets and pillows were scattered. He sat himself on the floor, leaning on the bed, and for a moment, he stared emptily at the white ceiling. Nearly a dozen of empty bottles were around him and a dozen more still unopened. Some were left spilling on the Persian carpets while quite a few were shattered. He lazily reaches for another and slugged the liquor straight but chokes before he could even finish a quarter of it. He paused to breath and after recovering, ended with a deep sigh.
He closed his eye out of dizziness. But he was not drunk yet-or at least he thought. He should not sleep yet. He could still hear their laugh. Insulting. Very humiliating. The whispers. The murmurs. The way those aristocrats stare at him. It was his first time to meet them and he swore it’d be his last. He shut his eyes harder. He gulps again, sometimes missing the tip of the bottle which wetted his court dress.
“He’s my…” the deep, hoarse, familiar voice echoed. The voice of a man he thought the only one who could understand him completely. And at its sound he could feel a hard push on the chest, like an invisible boulder was pressed against it, painfully breaking and snapping every part of his rib cage.
“Nephew.”
All of a sudden, the silence was broken and there was rage. Claude screamed as saline water spilled from the corner of his eyes. He roared like it would be the last he could. Sounds of shattered glasses and bottles filled the room but just as when he was about to throw the third bottle, he stared at it. Trembling, he grabbed the opener and tried to gulp its content straight. He sighed. He felt everything around him spun faster his eyes could not cope up with its speed. Subconsciously, he slowly yet reluctantly gave in to sleep. Again there was silence.
VI. An event like no other takes place and [Karl] and [Hathel] get into a battle to the death. Who wins?
As soon as the red light turned green, Karl aimed at the knee, giving a fast low kick. It was swift for a normal human being but slow enough for an experienced military man as it missed Hathel by centimeters. Karl stood up but was hit by punch. Thanks to his reflexes he shielded himself by his arms crossed. His eyes twitched. It was awfully strong he thought his forearm bones broke. A kick on the side followed and before he could dodge it, he was already flying sideways. He looked at Hathel, who had already drawn his swords.
He tried his apothecary; however the air was just dry for him to extract moisture and make a lance. Instead, and perhaps luckily, he still managed to make small ones. He stuck them in between his fingers and as soon as he touched solid ground, he threw them straight at the attacker. Hathel shielded himself with his swords but the small ice spikes were too fine and fast, it cut him on the cheek and his lower extremities. He slowed down. He knew it was unfair, melee against apothecary, yet he still refrained using his own. Holding his left chest, Karl tried to stand up but the pain caused him to limp.
Before he could look straight again, his abdomen felt a heavy blow. He was pushed and he tried to throw the remaining spikes however missing the target. Hathel dashed at the opponent. Karl was just tricky enough to give him a swift kick on the side of his face, strong to slightly move the challenger away for a few meters. But it did not hold the soldier for a time as he saw Hathel running again at him again, though not as fast as he was earlier-or maybe he thought.
A sharp, burning sensation caught Karl stunned. He could not move and he felt a nasty sting on his cheek, chest, and lower front. He smelt something like iron. He looked down and everything was red. Straight, he saw Hathel panting, his sword was tainted red as well. Karl was dizzy and numb. His body was dropping straight to the ground. The green light turned red.
KO! Hathel wins!
The two stared at the flat screen. Karl threw his controls on the floor and laid himself comfortably on the sofa.
“Fine! Fine! Fine. You win. I’ll pay for dinner,” he sighed.
Hathel smiled. Again he saved money for that night.
VII. [Vado] or [Leth] accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love with first? [Hathel] or [Claude]?
He sipped every single drop of that sweet and sour juice, his hands gently squeezing the pink-and-white box until Vado’s blushing face brightly showed how satisfied he was. “Strawberries are the best!” He whispered to himself smiling while comfortably sitting on his bed.Suddenly his world started to turn around slowly and his eyelids became heavy. He knew he was about to fall but he did not stop himself hitting the squashy pillows of his bed.
The next morning, Vado woke up with a throbbing headache. Closing his eyes, he gave out a soft groan as he placed his palm on his forehead. He felt there was something in front of his face.Well he thought it was something. He squinted a little but to his surprise he realized somebody was staring at him so close he could even feel the other breathe on him. He had a blonde messy hair with bangs long enough to touch Vado’s forehead. His eyes were dark brown and clear he could see his reflection on it. He wore a faint smile, an expression like he was patiently waiting for Vado to wake up.
“WHOA-OW!” He abruptly pushed himself up, unintentionally hitting the person on the forehead.
“You just hit me! It hurts…” The other guy rubbed his brow. Vado, who was also doing the same thing, said nothing, his heart pumping too much blood he could feel his head ache thrice more than what he had when he woke up.
“Claude…” He said to himself. His eyes were closed tight and teary.
“Oh well. I was waiting for you to wake up. Can you do me a favor please?” Claude feverishly took Vado’s hand whose eyes opened fretfully at the touch of Claude’s soft and smooth palm. “Karl can’t go shopping. Can you go with me instead?”
“Wh-what?!” Again, Vado was taken by surprise yet he did not understand why. He nervously blushed thanks to his not-so-pale skin his face turning pink was not that obvious. He slowly but hesitantly pulled his hand away from Claud’s.
“You see we’re supposed to go out today to buy clothes for my trip next week but it seems like Karl’s a bit busy with royal stuff so I browsed through my phonebook to ask someone else out. I tried to call you last night but your phone’s turned off, I guess…” Claude explained. Vado was staring at him, not actually listening. He was as if mesmerized, looking at the singer’s seemingly soft lips move as he talk and the voice was like drowning him into silence. The next thing he knew Claude was shaking him by the shoulders. “…so you gonna say yes? You going?” Vado nodded slowly unconscious of what exactly he was doing.
“Thank you Vado! You’re such a great friend!” Claude hopped from the edge of the bed and hugged him tightly. He thought his heart jumped off his rib cage as he let out a weak gasp. He could smell Claud’s strong sweet scent like he had poured a bottle of perfume all over his body. This time, he grew so wary of his as-red-as-a-beet face. When Claude finally let loose of him, he shyly bowed his head.“So I’ll just wait for you downstairs. Hathel cooked breakfast for us.” Claude smiled as he joyfully trod towards the door which he closed gently. Vado did not answer. He heard the door lock and there was silence.
His deep, brown eyes. His innocent, pure face. His soft, smooth hands. His sweet smell. His tight hug. Every image of Claude was stuck in his mind. He actually forgot he had headache only to feel his head throb again and he buried his crimson red face on his palms.
“Shit. A date?”
VIII. Since [Vado] or [Leth] are under a love spell, how do they try to spoil their partner?
Claude was enjoying his weekend with the new games he just bought (though most were borrowed from Karl). It was a fun but hell of a week for him-guestings, shows, special performances, Karl’s mascots in royal works and visitations, plus his shopping yesterday with Vado. He had been in front of the screen for almost three hours, inside his den for like seven hours, when he realized he had not taken his daily dosage of pudding. It was as if his stomach brains transmitted where-is-my-pudding-I-need-them-now neurons straight to the locomotive part of his brains which sent his feet and arms scrambling for pudding in the refrigerator. Just as he thought it was a very awesome and lucky day, to his dismay, not a single pudding was found. He looked in the cabinet, drawers, the freezer, everywhere but none.
The doorbell rang thrice but he was just too busy to notice it, thinking how to get a pudding for himself. He was just too tired to get one from the grocery though it was just a block away from his home. There were a couple of rings again. Annoyed, he lazily dragged himself to the door. He was met by Vado, holding boxes which towered over his head, wobbling.
“Uh,” Vado spoke shyly, “Y-you forgot to buy them yesterday. So I thought I should buy some for you.”
Claude looked at the boxes which showed the brand of his favorite pudding. He was too overwhelmed, happy with a two-week supply of his favorite food, and excited of his stomach to digest a couple or three of it. Vado slowly put the boxes down on the side of the door and left silently but he blushed so much he had to run away.
IX. [Hathel] tries to steal from either [Karl] or [Leth]. Does he succeed?
Hiccup.
“Come on Karl…” Leth was drunk. Hiccup.
Karl knew it, tagging her along in the tavern was not a nice idea. He could feel Leth’s arm slither around his which gave him a weird shiver. He gave out a hiss of disgust as he slid his arms off the drunken lady.
“One-hiccup-more bottle please…” Leth sluggishly asked the bartender who obediently took one. Karl was about to stop him but the doors swung open and Hathel appeared, panting.
“Karl, I need your car.”
“I-I can’t. You see Leth is drunk-”
“NO!” Karl was interrupted with Leth’s hand on his mouth. I-hiccup-not drunk!” But Leth stopped awkwardly. She abruptly went silent. All of a sudden, she ducked down.
“OH! NO!” Karl stood up frenetically but Leth had already clasped her hands tightly on his coat as she gagged and threw up on his clothes.
Hathel saw the car keys dangle at the left side of Karl’s waist. Taking advantage of the unwanted and gross situation, he slowly crafted a thin thread-like sharp scarlet flame at the tip of his forefinger. Karl was just too busy taking Leth off her grasps. The flame cut the key chain off the viscount’s belt, wrapped itself around it and in a few seconds Hathel was already holding them.
He walked away silently.
X. [Claude] throws a slumber party but only invites one person. Which character did he invite?
Not that he was actually bored or something but his fans just brought and bought him too much food-the day after he told on national television he just eats when he does nothing at home. Apparently, it was his day off that day. He tried to eat half of it the whole day but his stomach tells him he already had much, except for puddings; that is given of course. He still had chips, colas, including rootbeers, a couple of pizzas, fruits, and boxes of strawberry cakes and it’s already quarter past eight. All he could do was to lay himself comfortably on the bed and stuff his mouth with chips gluttonously-and he was already full.
Strawberry cakes. Yes. It was eureka. He idly reached for the phone on the side table. He was about to scroll down his contacts when he had second thoughts. The viscount likes strawberry cakes. So does the young soldier. Vado had taken the burden of being dragged to his shopping spree. But he has not seen Karl for quite some time and he misses his best friend so much. Trying not to put so much big deal on this, he took a coin, tossed it on the air. Heads, Karl. Tails, Vado. He flipped it quiet low and it reached his soft mattress.
“Karl, I got strawberry cakes here. A lot.”
XI. All of the Characters get together for a ‘wholesome’ dinner. Does it go well? Give details.
To be honest, whatever happened today-tonight, fine-has never come to my mind. Everywhere was just muddle thanks to Claude for bringing rhum which he actually slipped in the Hexagon. How he did it I have no idea. I could have brought out Dad’s but we’re underage. I’d get detention if I try, definitely. Or if they found out about tonight.
Grateful for my high alcohol tolerance, I managed to quickly clean the mess and ask the maids to change the carpet in minutes, not to mention of bribing them not to speak of anything in case Dad asks. I hope they’d keep it.
Hathel was snoring loudly on the sofa; Vado beside him snuggling the throw pillows which apparently was not able to avoid getting puked on. Being the only girl, I have no choice but to bring Leth to my room. She got dizzy with the first bottle and it was not news to us. I have to bring the futon out and stay at the sala or den where Claude had managed to doze off while playing Wii. Dad’ll be back from the South tomorrow afternoon which leads me to no other choice but to drag everyone off the compound early in the morning. I got headache, not actually because of the alcohol but of this thing. It stresses me out. Seriously.
XII. Mysteriously, [Karl] dies. [Claude] and [Leth] are the only ones around. How do they react?
I see Leth sitting beside him as she slowly lifts his head and resting it on her lap. Ignoring the crimson lines that trickle all over his face, he actually looks peaceful. “Wake up,” I hear her whisper. “Wake up. Please.” It went on like forever, her pleads for him to wake up, to open his eyes and tell us that everything is just a joke-and if ever it is, it is not funny at all.
Everything was numb to me. Like the air has solidified inside my ears piercing through my brain. But I feel the pain in my chest. It was sharp, heavy. It races to my lungs, finding myself difficult to breath, the painful sting eventually rising up to my eyes.
It has to be us. It has to be me. Not him. Life is not fair. Life shall never be. Who told me it is fair to begin with? This is the worst.
XIII. [Claude] gets into an accident. What was he riding? How did it happen?
He dashed out of the house, terrified, eyes wide in a mixture of emotions. As soon as he reached the parking racks, he hastily removed the chain and mounts onto it. He hurried down the almost empty street aiming for the highway. Whatever he had seen, he was pretty sure he had no plans of going back-or even looking back.
A bright light blinded him as he turned left for the avenue. It was a swift blow; he was in mid-air before he actually realized what actually happened.
XIII. [Claude] gets into an accident. What was he riding? How did it happen?
He dashed out of the house, terrified, eyes wide in a mixture of emotions. As soon as he reached the parking racks, he hastily removed the chain and mounts onto it. He hurried down the almost empty street aiming for the highway. Whatever he had seen, he was pretty sure he had no plans of going back-or even looking back.
A bright light blinded him as he turned left for the avenue. It was a swift blow; he was in mid-air before he actually realized what actually happened.
XV. [Claude] or [Vado] decides to leave a tavern. How does that go? Why did they leave?
Vado had reached the third tavern yet he was not really enjoying the strawberry wines which were apparently the new craze of the town. He pushed the doors and went straight to the barista for a shot of their own. The moment the glass was given, he gulped all of it, pausing for a moment as his tongue examines the taste of it.
“Nothing new,” he whispered.
There was a faint but still audible beep from his pockets. He pulled his phone out with Karl’s name displayed on the screen.
“At Asche-Port. 23rd Avenue. It’s perfect.”
Both excited and disappointed, he dashed out of the pub.
XVI. [Karl] wakes up in the bed with a random character of your choice!
Karl’s head ached it almost felt like it’s going to burst. His eyes squinted as the sun rays lit his face. He was pale, lips chapped, and he stinks. The foggy memory of god knows whatever happened last night made his skull break more into sharper pieces but thanks to the comfort of his pillows and mattress it somehow reduced the nauseous effect of intoxication.
He was awake but his body was heavily exhausted to actually get himself off the bed, not to mention how relaxing the feeling was. He turns to his side just to find himself releasing a loud yelp of both surprise and disbelief. He got the same in return.
Leth was beside him and both of the jumped to the floor, grabbing the blanket towards opposite directions covering their body instinctively. The screams of the girl almost deafened him, adding another pang on Karl’s head.
“Oh goodness!”
“Stop! Don’t scream!” Karl exclaimed, letting loose of his grasp on the blanket and placing them sealed on his ears. “You got clothes on, damn it!”
Leth was about to throw pillows when his words of truth hit her. She stopped and tried to calm herself. The sudden silence was both awkward and embarrassing at the same time. Teary, with the sunlight slightly blinding her, she stared at this half-silhouette half-clear man standing right in front of her. She narrows her sight to make sure she was seeing the right thing-or person rather. Finally, tears began to flow and her screams turned into wails of mixed feelings she did not even bother to identify. She jumped across the bed and hugged Karl who, on the other hand, had no idea what actually was happening. Why he ended up sleeping beside her, he might get the answers later but this time, he just had to wonder why stuff had become sort of unusual.
“You’re alive.” Leth mumbled between her sobs.
Of course I am. Karl thought. He must get a clear story right after the drama.
XVII. A character of your choice becomes a supreme being and creates the world in their image.
It was the usual Monday morning. Claude woke up with the first word out of his mouth, “Pudding.” Sleepy and hungry, he dragged himself off his bed, putting his weight on the doorknob before turning it. He was expecting his maids outside carrying his dress for today’s Court meeting or worse his manager making frantic phone calls with TV stations.
He could not believe his eyes. The edge of his door was green pasture, the smell of fresh grass, cool breeze, warm sunlight, and the depth of open space welcomed him. A few meters away from where he stood was a table, around three meters long, nothing else but pudding in all sorts of shapes, design, presentation on it. He slapped his face in disbelief, slammed the door shut, and ran back to his bed, throwing his body that it actually hurt. He stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he knew he was relaxed. He stood up and reached for the knob, slowly pushing the door until it’s wide open again.
Nothing has changed. He thought he was dead-and that he was in heaven already.
XVIII. Before we go, all of your characters want to take a moment to ask you (their creator) for something that they have always wanted.
Karl - Am I really paired with Leth, like romantically or sort of?
Me - No. I’m just making fun of you two. You look good together though, I personally think. *gets bricked*.
Hathel - Do I really look that cool?
Me - Wow.
Claude - Why did I not see any part of me singing or something? I am a singer right? *sniffs*
Me - Aaaw. Puddings for you, dear *hands a bucket of pudding*. Yes you are. I actually like your voice. You’re based off of one of my favorite singers.
Vado - I…uh, the l-love potion…uhm, you know-
Me - *pats you* Don’t worry. You’re straight, I swear.
Leth - I think I need more exposure, don’t you think? *flips hair*
Me - Haha. You’ll get more in the next meme. I wish.
Done! I'm going for the second part but I am still thinking if I should use the same characters or I should try a different set of people *ehem* Super Junior *ehem*. Oh well, I still have plenty of time to think about it. Ja. Ja.