For imperial_saga

[wanderingbard]

1. [Lying in the middle of the road is a young man who appears oblivious to the fact that he has fallen asleep on a major pathway. ...The smell of alcohol may be detected on his breath. Apart from this, he appears to be relatively neat and proper. Just.... asleep. And snoring rather loud.



2. [The tavern you entered appears to have hired a single entertainer for the night. The music is, in so many words, beautiful, with a lilting, subtle melody that brings to mind green pastures and peaceful plains. When he's concluded his piece, he takes a bow. Stands up. Smiles broadly. ...And turns to you directly with his hands outstretched, grinning cheekily.]

Seven coin for the pleasure of the best seat in the house. And one more to quench my thirst, I think.



3. [The denizens of the Rift have invaded! Whatever shall we do?! The wandering bard you met on the road yesterday is certainly going to be of absolutely no help... Right? To your surprise, the young man thrusts himself forward and throws out a hand to bar your way.]

You just leave this to me. Get the townsfolk and hightail it on outta here. Wouldn't want any of you good folks getting hurt.

[The tip of his finger is glowing brightly...]



4. ["Prince Levin!"  For the last half hour, some girl has been hounding this man, following him around everywhere, beseeching him tearfully to do something or other in the name of his late father.  When at last she finally departs with a sorrowful expression, the young man turns to you with a weary smile.]

These crazy dames and their flights o' fancies... Probably read a book the other day and thought I sounded like one of the characters, huh?  What'll these girls be thinking of next?

for tvk

[laggingbehind]

[1]
U-um, excuse me, but have you seen a blonde little girl going through here?

[...Whoa, where did that little voice came fr- oh, its just a kid standing there and looking at you expectantly.]


[2]
[So, you were just chillin' and hangin' out when you find your peace disturbed by a knock on the door.

When you open it, you're probably going to find a kid with a mailman bag handing you a letter.]

...Letter to Mr/Mrs. *Insert name here*!, I hope I'm not too late in delivering it...


[3]
[And its battle tim- WHOA WAIT WHAT IS A KID DOING WITH A STICK AGAINST A SHADOW.]

Orihime Inoue for tvk

[rejecting]

[There is a rather confused young woman, standing just inside of the entrance to Prospero's hotel, and she is holding a cellphone. She is gingerly pecking at it, as if the thing could explode should she not use it correctly. She frowns in concentration. She can see posts by other people, but she can't figure out how to respond or how to make her own.]

Umm... Hello? Phone people? Can you hear me?