Bullshit RPG: And I Would Walk 500 Miles; And I Would Walk 500 More
04-26-2018, 10:07 PM
Emmilia slides off of her stool onto her wobbling feet that had partially fallen asleep with her, tipping her forward.
As she slowly falls forwards towards the ground, Emmilia's consciousness begins dimming as thoughts of what that creepy Magyyk Man would do to her creep into her mind.
No! She musters her willpower and creaks her body upright. Slowly and unsteadily, she trudges to the bus, collapsing onto a row of seats and falling asleep once she arrives.
Rho quickly enjoys his drink while the Magyyk Man makes his way to the bus with a creepy grin on his face.
The Magyyk Man begins feeling somewhat woozy as the world begins to feel 2D.
No, that's not quite right. Every moment is like a still image. The Magyyk Man is now perceiving the world as though his eyes are a monitor performing at 10 fps.
Upon reaching the bus he takes a seat to get his bearings straight, clutching the seat in an attempt to ground himself in reality.
The current lack of movement calms him. As he relaxes, he unknowingly doses off in his seat.
"Man, your buds aren't really acquainted with the herb, huh. I guess you guys aren't really from the rich part of town, despite some of your appearances."
Rho passes his now empty mug to the barmaster and heads towards the bus.
Getting inside he notices the other two members of the group to have dozed off and finds a seat of his own.
Plopping down into the seat, the drain of the ritual he performed earlier seems to have really sunk into his body.
The feeling of lethargy overtakes him.
He's overworked himself during a ritual before and he prepares for the usual cramping and pain but instead a wave of calmness washes over him as Rho drifts into a peaceful slumber.
Rho wakes up, feeling strangly refreshed and quite parched.
Instead of the rough rocking of the bus, he finds himself in a cot. Sitting up he finds that the Magyyk Man and Emmilia are both tucked into their own cots as well, on his left and right respectively.
Looking around, Rho finds that he and his group are now in some sort of temporary dwelling with walls of lightly lacquered wood.
The room seems to be that of a middle-low class quality with moderate furnishings, an old but well maintained table, and a window facing... the sea?
Outside, Rho can hear the clamoring of what seems to hundreds of people walking around.
Approaching the window, the boards creek softly below his feet. As he looks outside, Rho is able to tell that the room he is situated in is at least 5 stories up from the ground.
The view greeting him from outside the window is that of one large major white stone road. The sun peaks from beyond the horizon, glistening on the ocean as it gradually rises.
The people below seem to belong to all sorts of backgrounds, wearing outfits of varying make and models.
What seem to be street merchants can be seen setting up stalls and carts along the road as people rush to and fro.
Some of the passers by briefly stop at these shops but quickly go along on their way.
Everyone seems to have their own place they're rushing to get to in the rowdy yet orderly squabble below.
Walking back to the table, Rho spots a note.
"Thanks for your help Yesterday. We've paid for the room, so don't worry about any costs. We've got to get back to work, so we aren't able to thank you in person. If you've got any questions about the city, ask for Kermit at the front desk. He's a buddy of mine who can help you get acquainted."
Shifting slightly, Rho bumps his foot into something under the table. Upon further inspection, he finds everyone's belongings stashed under the table and that he's bumped his foot against Emmilia's new hammer.
"h-h-heh heh. Now it's a party" Emmilia mutters as she turns to her side while sleeping in her cot.
As if the Magyyk Man could her Emmilia in his sleep, he begin wriggling softly in his cot after Emmilia's sleep-giggling subsides.
As she slowly falls forwards towards the ground, Emmilia's consciousness begins dimming as thoughts of what that creepy Magyyk Man would do to her creep into her mind.
No! She musters her willpower and creaks her body upright. Slowly and unsteadily, she trudges to the bus, collapsing onto a row of seats and falling asleep once she arrives.
Rho quickly enjoys his drink while the Magyyk Man makes his way to the bus with a creepy grin on his face.
The Magyyk Man begins feeling somewhat woozy as the world begins to feel 2D.
No, that's not quite right. Every moment is like a still image. The Magyyk Man is now perceiving the world as though his eyes are a monitor performing at 10 fps.
Upon reaching the bus he takes a seat to get his bearings straight, clutching the seat in an attempt to ground himself in reality.
The current lack of movement calms him. As he relaxes, he unknowingly doses off in his seat.
"Man, your buds aren't really acquainted with the herb, huh. I guess you guys aren't really from the rich part of town, despite some of your appearances."
Rho passes his now empty mug to the barmaster and heads towards the bus.
Getting inside he notices the other two members of the group to have dozed off and finds a seat of his own.
Plopping down into the seat, the drain of the ritual he performed earlier seems to have really sunk into his body.
The feeling of lethargy overtakes him.
He's overworked himself during a ritual before and he prepares for the usual cramping and pain but instead a wave of calmness washes over him as Rho drifts into a peaceful slumber.
Rho wakes up, feeling strangly refreshed and quite parched.
Instead of the rough rocking of the bus, he finds himself in a cot. Sitting up he finds that the Magyyk Man and Emmilia are both tucked into their own cots as well, on his left and right respectively.
Looking around, Rho finds that he and his group are now in some sort of temporary dwelling with walls of lightly lacquered wood.
The room seems to be that of a middle-low class quality with moderate furnishings, an old but well maintained table, and a window facing... the sea?
Outside, Rho can hear the clamoring of what seems to hundreds of people walking around.
Approaching the window, the boards creek softly below his feet. As he looks outside, Rho is able to tell that the room he is situated in is at least 5 stories up from the ground.
The view greeting him from outside the window is that of one large major white stone road. The sun peaks from beyond the horizon, glistening on the ocean as it gradually rises.
The people below seem to belong to all sorts of backgrounds, wearing outfits of varying make and models.
What seem to be street merchants can be seen setting up stalls and carts along the road as people rush to and fro.
Some of the passers by briefly stop at these shops but quickly go along on their way.
Everyone seems to have their own place they're rushing to get to in the rowdy yet orderly squabble below.
Walking back to the table, Rho spots a note.
"Thanks for your help Yesterday. We've paid for the room, so don't worry about any costs. We've got to get back to work, so we aren't able to thank you in person. If you've got any questions about the city, ask for Kermit at the front desk. He's a buddy of mine who can help you get acquainted."
Shifting slightly, Rho bumps his foot into something under the table. Upon further inspection, he finds everyone's belongings stashed under the table and that he's bumped his foot against Emmilia's new hammer.
"h-h-heh heh. Now it's a party" Emmilia mutters as she turns to her side while sleeping in her cot.
As if the Magyyk Man could her Emmilia in his sleep, he begin wriggling softly in his cot after Emmilia's sleep-giggling subsides.
