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kingdomcomes2017-08-10 07:57 pm
ignisvulpes) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-08-10 07:57 pm
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[open] Step one: stop lying.
Who: Kaphlar Kinra and you!
What: Lying, questing and shenanigans.
When: (waves hands vaguely) August
Where: Around the village (+ one bonus journal post)
Warnings: Kaph is an asshole. Will edit as needed.
A. Failed step one
[Not long after last month's feast, a nonchalantly-penned message appears on everyone's journals.]
I'm sorry to say that, thanks to a spell placed on me, I'll only be able to talk to lovely ladies for the near future, and not guys. [And then there's a sloppy drawing of a face crying a single tear.] Face to face, I mean. As you can see, I can still write just fine!
Anyway, now you know. Sorry if I end up giving you the cold shoulder on the street, yeah, guys? Nothing I can do about it!
[Heterosexuality secured.]
B. Continued failure
[Hahaha, a yodeling cow, he said. How hard could it be, he said. Fuck whatever past Kaph said to himself.
He was quick to formulate a plan, but being unable to buy resources just for this - he doesn't want to think of how he might be able to go to a shop and ask for a gag with the curse he's under, let alone how easily the sentence "Yeah, buddy, I need a gag for this cow" could be misinterpreted - Kaph just brought some of the shittier blankets from his room. Mostly the ones that were already dirty and he didn't feel like putting through the laundry. You'll be put to a good use, shitty blankets.
As it turns out, he forgot how big cows are, as well as how strong, especially when compared to him.
Currently, he can be found either:
- mounting the cow as she tries to shake him off, holding on to dear life by nothing but the blankets he's tried tying around her mouth;
- still holding on to those goddamn blankets, but this time he's tried stuffing them into the cow's mouth and now he's just being dragged across the ground;
- or tangled up on the stupid goddamn filthy blankets while the cow peacefully munches on some grass a few feet away.
In any case, all he can do is grunt and scream wordlessly.]
C. A way with words
[Hey, you know what's way easier and less painful than being trampled by a stinky cow? Writing euphemisms. Right now, Kaph is sitting on some stone steps in a livelier part of the village, letting himself be inspired by what he sees - he looks at a girl passing by, sees what comes to mind, and writes it down if it seems like Pure Gold, which, as far as he's concerned, is what all his words are.
"I'd stick my bread in her oven."
"I'd let her churn my butter."
"Her juice and my batter..."
... No, that one might be too much. Also, is he hungry or something?? Oh shit, nice tits at 12 o' clock.
"Let me have a taste of that good fruit,babe"
He makes a note on a different scrap of paper: "Look up local harvest goddess or whatever."
Whenever a man passes by, particularly an attractive one? He averts his eyes and focuses on what he's written, perhaps a bit too intently.]
What: Lying, questing and shenanigans.
When: (waves hands vaguely) August
Where: Around the village (+ one bonus journal post)
Warnings: Kaph is an asshole. Will edit as needed.
A. Failed step one
[Not long after last month's feast, a nonchalantly-penned message appears on everyone's journals.]
I'm sorry to say that, thanks to a spell placed on me, I'll only be able to talk to lovely ladies for the near future, and not guys. [And then there's a sloppy drawing of a face crying a single tear.] Face to face, I mean. As you can see, I can still write just fine!
Anyway, now you know. Sorry if I end up giving you the cold shoulder on the street, yeah, guys? Nothing I can do about it!
[Heterosexuality secured.]
B. Continued failure
[Hahaha, a yodeling cow, he said. How hard could it be, he said. Fuck whatever past Kaph said to himself.
He was quick to formulate a plan, but being unable to buy resources just for this - he doesn't want to think of how he might be able to go to a shop and ask for a gag with the curse he's under, let alone how easily the sentence "Yeah, buddy, I need a gag for this cow" could be misinterpreted - Kaph just brought some of the shittier blankets from his room. Mostly the ones that were already dirty and he didn't feel like putting through the laundry. You'll be put to a good use, shitty blankets.
As it turns out, he forgot how big cows are, as well as how strong, especially when compared to him.
Currently, he can be found either:
- mounting the cow as she tries to shake him off, holding on to dear life by nothing but the blankets he's tried tying around her mouth;
- still holding on to those goddamn blankets, but this time he's tried stuffing them into the cow's mouth and now he's just being dragged across the ground;
- or tangled up on the stupid goddamn filthy blankets while the cow peacefully munches on some grass a few feet away.
In any case, all he can do is grunt and scream wordlessly.]
C. A way with words
[Hey, you know what's way easier and less painful than being trampled by a stinky cow? Writing euphemisms. Right now, Kaph is sitting on some stone steps in a livelier part of the village, letting himself be inspired by what he sees - he looks at a girl passing by, sees what comes to mind, and writes it down if it seems like Pure Gold, which, as far as he's concerned, is what all his words are.
"I'd stick my bread in her oven."
"I'd let her churn my butter."
"Her juice and my batter..."
... No, that one might be too much. Also, is he hungry or something?? Oh shit, nice tits at 12 o' clock.
"Let me have a taste of that good fruit,
He makes a note on a different scrap of paper: "Look up local harvest goddess or whatever."
Whenever a man passes by, particularly an attractive one? He averts his eyes and focuses on what he's written, perhaps a bit too intently.]
no subject
... He puts him down, but then proceeds to make the universal gesture for "My eyes are on you, motherfucker, and if you get funny with me again I will not hesitate to break your kneecaps."]