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paixaorpg2011-03-20 10:59 pm
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Turn this town upside-down [active/open]
Character(s): Mao, anyone else?
Content: Time to start earning some Honor Student cred
Setting: Out and about in Paixao
Time: Week 30, Night
Warnings: Mao.
Why did everything have to get so weird and frustrating so quickly? First there was that trip to that messed-up place where death was practically infused into the very air you breathed (and it didn’t matter that Mao knew it was all memories, it was still enough to make him feel uncomfortable—HIM!) and then the Ex-Fake Hero had up and disappeared. A part of him had hoped that Almaz would just end up popping back sometime soon, kind of like how Princess had, but days continued to pass and there was no sign of Almaz to be found. It hadn’t been quite so bad when Princess had disappeared. It wasn’t like she couldn’t defend herself against anything she came across while she was gone. And sure, Almaz could use a sword pretty well, but anyone who could say with a straight face that Almaz had a significant amount of good luck was one damn good liar.
The genie had said it was likely that Almaz had just gone home. That had helped things a little, he guessed, but it didn’t change the fact that one of his slaves had disappeared. It was still annoying and frustrating and a whole lot of other –ings that Mao couldn’t even begin to name.
Mao needed to do something. Sitting around like this wasn’t doing anything other than making him bored. But he couldn’t just do any something. It had to be a good something. A something that had needed to be done for a long time.
He had started preparing for this since the night before, slipping out of the broken down hospital and into one of the shops to get materials. It was too bad he was running too late to make a machine to do this for him, but he guessed adding a personal touch to things couldn’t hurt.
Crouched behind a bush, “weapon” in hand, Mao eyed his target with an evil grin, glasses flashing in the painted moonlight. He waited until the last person was out of sight before he struck, leaping out of the bushes, charging across the cobblestone road, and attacking the wall in front of him with strike after strike. After a moment, Mao was finished, and he stepped back to admire his work.
It was a crude drawing, but it would do. Mao wasn’t doing this to try and better his art skills anyway, and there were plenty of buildings left to go. Running back to the bush, Mao snatched up the can of red paint and dashed over to the next building to continue his handiwork.
It wasn’t the best display of Honor Student behavior he could have picked, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of choice to work with here, either.
Content: Time to start earning some Honor Student cred
Setting: Out and about in Paixao
Time: Week 30, Night
Warnings: Mao.
Why did everything have to get so weird and frustrating so quickly? First there was that trip to that messed-up place where death was practically infused into the very air you breathed (and it didn’t matter that Mao knew it was all memories, it was still enough to make him feel uncomfortable—HIM!) and then the Ex-Fake Hero had up and disappeared. A part of him had hoped that Almaz would just end up popping back sometime soon, kind of like how Princess had, but days continued to pass and there was no sign of Almaz to be found. It hadn’t been quite so bad when Princess had disappeared. It wasn’t like she couldn’t defend herself against anything she came across while she was gone. And sure, Almaz could use a sword pretty well, but anyone who could say with a straight face that Almaz had a significant amount of good luck was one damn good liar.
The genie had said it was likely that Almaz had just gone home. That had helped things a little, he guessed, but it didn’t change the fact that one of his slaves had disappeared. It was still annoying and frustrating and a whole lot of other –ings that Mao couldn’t even begin to name.
Mao needed to do something. Sitting around like this wasn’t doing anything other than making him bored. But he couldn’t just do any something. It had to be a good something. A something that had needed to be done for a long time.
He had started preparing for this since the night before, slipping out of the broken down hospital and into one of the shops to get materials. It was too bad he was running too late to make a machine to do this for him, but he guessed adding a personal touch to things couldn’t hurt.
Crouched behind a bush, “weapon” in hand, Mao eyed his target with an evil grin, glasses flashing in the painted moonlight. He waited until the last person was out of sight before he struck, leaping out of the bushes, charging across the cobblestone road, and attacking the wall in front of him with strike after strike. After a moment, Mao was finished, and he stepped back to admire his work.
It was a crude drawing, but it would do. Mao wasn’t doing this to try and better his art skills anyway, and there were plenty of buildings left to go. Running back to the bush, Mao snatched up the can of red paint and dashed over to the next building to continue his handiwork.
It wasn’t the best display of Honor Student behavior he could have picked, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of choice to work with here, either.