Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
12-31-2009, 06:01 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by The Dr..
Trickster suddenly felt uneased by all of the sudden attention he was receiving from the people he was supposed to be hiding from. He turned to see a nymph staring at him with a gaze that, for a split second, mezmerized him, but he shook out of it. From his studies, he knew too that nymphs loved whomever they set their eyes on, so Trickster imagined that she wouldn't be of much trouble now; the sword she held was intimidating to him, still, and decided to wait until he knew more about the nymph to start getting too close to her.
Still more intimidating was the large, top-heavy man that was walking towards him; he was a grizzled man, one that he imagined had seen battle once or twice before. He walked formally, though Trickster didn't doubt that he might become violent quickly. He wore heavy gauntlets, and Trickster was amazed that he could so much as lift the bulky things.
He still kept his hands a little warm for good measure, but soon Trickster knew that he wasn't going to get out of this one by sneaking away. He didn't like working with other people, but he quickly realized he was going to have to push his peeves aside to get out alive. He slowly raised his gloved hands toward the nymph and said kindly, "Greetings, ma'am." He turned to do the same for the muscular man, but he was a bit scared, and his words came out shakily. "...'El-lo, siiir."
It sure wasn't the best he could do, but Trickster didn't care; however much friendliness he could get out of these people, the more likely to have allies in the inevitable battles that were to come.
Trickster suddenly felt uneased by all of the sudden attention he was receiving from the people he was supposed to be hiding from. He turned to see a nymph staring at him with a gaze that, for a split second, mezmerized him, but he shook out of it. From his studies, he knew too that nymphs loved whomever they set their eyes on, so Trickster imagined that she wouldn't be of much trouble now; the sword she held was intimidating to him, still, and decided to wait until he knew more about the nymph to start getting too close to her.
Still more intimidating was the large, top-heavy man that was walking towards him; he was a grizzled man, one that he imagined had seen battle once or twice before. He walked formally, though Trickster didn't doubt that he might become violent quickly. He wore heavy gauntlets, and Trickster was amazed that he could so much as lift the bulky things.
He still kept his hands a little warm for good measure, but soon Trickster knew that he wasn't going to get out of this one by sneaking away. He didn't like working with other people, but he quickly realized he was going to have to push his peeves aside to get out alive. He slowly raised his gloved hands toward the nymph and said kindly, "Greetings, ma'am." He turned to do the same for the muscular man, but he was a bit scared, and his words came out shakily. "...'El-lo, siiir."
It sure wasn't the best he could do, but Trickster didn't care; however much friendliness he could get out of these people, the more likely to have allies in the inevitable battles that were to come.