13th Partridge [Action/Semi-fail Anonymous Written]
[Action]
[Life for Ian had been... good. Unthrottled by danger, even!! Sure, he'd occasionally trip on a hill or something, but like, nothing was happening to him! When was the last time he'd went and gotten himself into trouble? When the monsters ran around? Aaaah, this is great. Chilling in hot springs and enjoying himself!!
....
That is, until he finds something took his clothes.
....................
SOMETHING TOOK HIS CLOTHES!!
Those fiends!! Those bastards! Who even?! Why even?! Was it because of the food in his pocket? That was for Birdy, you sick freaks! How dare you pillage a man's underwear! Especially one that has too much he doesn't want seen! Err... Or too little things he doesn't want noticed. So after he teleports himself back to the village, he jumps between bushes with the shiftiest of eyes.
Hnngh. Clothes shop place.
.... When he finally gets his clothes, sooner or later, there'll be a written post. A flusteredly written one, even, even the screen covered. Well, except for a teeny part of the corner where one can see some green-ass hair. :|]
[Written]
ahm
you ever... really not like something about your body? I mean you can just answer all secretive and writing and stuff but I was just wondering. I feel like it shouldnt be a big deal or anything. some people at home dont even care about their dislikes right? I feel so different from everyone else but I just wanna be normal. I feel pretty stupid for feeling that way though. because normal isn't all that fun.... right?
I dunno. I got scars too, but I don't mind those at all. I kinda like em
... just on me though.
[Life for Ian had been... good. Unthrottled by danger, even!! Sure, he'd occasionally trip on a hill or something, but like, nothing was happening to him! When was the last time he'd went and gotten himself into trouble? When the monsters ran around? Aaaah, this is great. Chilling in hot springs and enjoying himself!!
....
That is, until he finds something took his clothes.
....................
SOMETHING TOOK HIS CLOTHES!!
Those fiends!! Those bastards! Who even?! Why even?! Was it because of the food in his pocket? That was for Birdy, you sick freaks! How dare you pillage a man's underwear! Especially one that has too much he doesn't want seen! Err... Or too little things he doesn't want noticed. So after he teleports himself back to the village, he jumps between bushes with the shiftiest of eyes.
Hnngh. Clothes shop place.
.... When he finally gets his clothes, sooner or later, there'll be a written post. A flusteredly written one, even, even the screen covered. Well, except for a teeny part of the corner where one can see some green-ass hair. :|]
[Written]
ahm
you ever... really not like something about your body? I mean you can just answer all secretive and writing and stuff but I was just wondering. I feel like it shouldnt be a big deal or anything. some people at home dont even care about their dislikes right? I feel so different from everyone else but I just wanna be normal. I feel pretty stupid for feeling that way though. because normal isn't all that fun.... right?
I dunno. I got scars too, but I don't mind those at all. I kinda like em
... just on me though.
12th Partridge [Action/Voice/Event]
[You know what's horrifying? Holograms. You know what's even worse? Being Ian during them. So when you hear the horrified shrieks in the plaza, it's probably just Ian being carried by a group of lumberjacks toward a GIANT WHIRRING WOODCHIPPER. Suffice to say, Mr. Kolansky is flailing above their heads in complete terror.]
PLEASE NO, NOT THE CHIPPER, NOT THE CHIPPER!!
I'M DELICATE!!
( Optional Second Action-y Stuff! )
[Voice]
D-does anyone need any instant-healing medicine? I know some people were a little 'beat up' today...
Does anyone know why these're popping up like this?
[huff.]
Ah, well. This better not interrupt Parent's Day...
[He'll be around with dirty clothes (what's new), but he'll at least be free of any holograms, should you want him to run into one of yours.]
PLEASE NO, NOT THE CHIPPER, NOT THE CHIPPER!!
I'M DELICATE!!
( Optional Second Action-y Stuff! )
[Voice]
D-does anyone need any instant-healing medicine? I know some people were a little 'beat up' today...
Does anyone know why these're popping up like this?
[huff.]
Ah, well. This better not interrupt Parent's Day...
[He'll be around with dirty clothes (what's new), but he'll at least be free of any holograms, should you want him to run into one of yours.]
11th Partridge [Action/Voice]
[Action-y Stuff]
[What a nice, warm day! The birds are a-chirpin', the sun is a-shinin', and everything's calm and casual again.
Perfect. :)
The tree man starts the day by looking left, looking right, and then frolicking to a watering hole created between two large rocks, at the river. He's always preferred them--less chance to be bumped into by people, compared to the lake. He's never been one to use a shower, nomadic and all, so this is just how he happens to bathe. Especially considering it's awkward, explaining to people he's not technically an actual sex. Not having the usual belly button or nipple thing people seem to have plenty of doesn't help his self-esteem. :'|
Tossing his shirt and pants and boxers, he sits until he's ear-deep in cool river water. Aaaaah. C:
[What a nice, warm day! The birds are a-chirpin', the sun is a-shinin', and everything's calm and casual again.
Perfect. :)
The tree man starts the day by looking left, looking right, and then frolicking to a watering hole created between two large rocks, at the river. He's always preferred them--less chance to be bumped into by people, compared to the lake. He's never been one to use a shower, nomadic and all, so this is just how he happens to bathe. Especially considering it's awkward, explaining to people he's not technically an actual sex. Not having the usual belly button or nipple thing people seem to have plenty of doesn't help his self-esteem. :'|
Tossing his shirt and pants and boxers, he sits until he's ear-deep in cool river water. Aaaaah. C:
THAT SAID. Later on he later walks through town wearing a hideous button-up shirt with blinding, ugly triangles on it. The master of fashion, don'tcha know? He looks splendid... well, he thinks, anyway. But yeah, he smacks his lips, thirsty as hell. Stupid summer time heat. He likes fall most. Why can't everything be in the fall, always?
After thrusting his head under the main fountain and drinking... for... quite a few minutes, he makes his way to the bakery to just sit and smell the fresh goods.
Catch him aaaany time during all that text ^^^. :|]
[Voice]
Oi, oi, guys! You know what? I think I do a lot of boring things, but--but I think they're really fun or interesting or whatever. Dontcha think that's how it is for a lot of people? I mean, I knew someone who loved to knit stuff, but I hated it! I like sitting around in water, or smelling good food... But not lots of people'd like that sorta thing. Gets boring for them, I guess!
You guys have anything like that?
...
Oh, right! If anyone wants healing medicine, I got some here. Heals up just about anything you can think up! And the cool thing is it's free here; you can't tell me that's not a good deal!!
10th Partridge [(anonymous?) Voice/Action]
[One thing that's always a bad idea to do: give a tree man something that is typically fine for humans.Case in point, just about anything they stuck him with during his stay with the Malnosso. Yeah, it's one thing to have to deal with cells—hello, unpleasant memories—but dealing with drug poisoning, too? This day couldn't get any more hideous for him.
Well, except he appears to have... tiny branches crawling off his wings and around his back. Complete with little withery leaves (no worries, Ian, they'll go away in a few days).
He's a little too out of it at first to notice them, but about an hour into his fever he finds them. Along with orange tips on his otherwise green hair. Orange, and coarse like straw. The best thing to do, he decides? Curl up into a ball and not talk to anyone for a week. It'll go away, he knows. Besides, he's too busy revisiting his past and being confused to get proper help.
In the middle of his hazy, poison fever, he speaks up on the journal. The little box that would otherwise show his face is masked.]
... I was thinking. You go through life looking for nothing but acceptance and to be like any other person. But then something horrible happens, and you're not sure if it's ever possible—if maybe, just maybe, you're stuck being on the outskirts of everything you wanna be... Maybe someone you thought you could trust turns their back on ya'... or–or maybe you think people can be good, and you suddenly get caught against people who just seem too awful to even exist.
[Malnosso, you're the reasons for this, aren't ya'? Experimenting and tossing people like garbage... like people he's met before.]
How... how do y'cope with that? [a deep, unsure breath; he's busy laying on his back with his palm over the screen]
How do you turn it into something good? Do you keep trying to believe that good things come out of all the things that happen to you...?
[You can actually bump into him while he's sulking in the forest, but he's a hot mess at the moment. Forgive 'em. :|]
Well, except he appears to have... tiny branches crawling off his wings and around his back. Complete with little withery leaves (no worries, Ian, they'll go away in a few days).
He's a little too out of it at first to notice them, but about an hour into his fever he finds them. Along with orange tips on his otherwise green hair. Orange, and coarse like straw. The best thing to do, he decides? Curl up into a ball and not talk to anyone for a week. It'll go away, he knows. Besides, he's too busy revisiting his past and being confused to get proper help.
In the middle of his hazy, poison fever, he speaks up on the journal. The little box that would otherwise show his face is masked.]
... I was thinking. You go through life looking for nothing but acceptance and to be like any other person. But then something horrible happens, and you're not sure if it's ever possible—if maybe, just maybe, you're stuck being on the outskirts of everything you wanna be... Maybe someone you thought you could trust turns their back on ya'... or–or maybe you think people can be good, and you suddenly get caught against people who just seem too awful to even exist.
[Malnosso, you're the reasons for this, aren't ya'? Experimenting and tossing people like garbage... like people he's met before.]
How... how do y'cope with that? [a deep, unsure breath; he's busy laying on his back with his palm over the screen]
How do you turn it into something good? Do you keep trying to believe that good things come out of all the things that happen to you...?
[You can actually bump into him while he's sulking in the forest, but he's a hot mess at the moment. Forgive 'em. :|]
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9th Partridge [Accidental Voice][Let's Get Mallynapped!]
[RUNNING TIME
Ian can finally show off his fantastic potential for parkour while he runs away from droids, and surprisingly enough he's doing very well in keeping away from them; he runs and hides behind something in the item shop, they toss it to the side and expose him in a huddled little ball. E-eheheh.
RUN AWAY RUN AWAY--
He jumps up on roofs, flips and lands in little alleys between places in the plaza, hides in the community housing corridors, and is found every single place he goes to. Man, what the hell is up with these guys?? No matter what he does, they always seem to get to him! The hell's their problem? What'd they want with him?
Oooh nononono, no no no, needle-y things, I'm not very good with needle-y things--!!
Ian can finally show off his fantastic potential for parkour while he runs away from droids, and surprisingly enough he's doing very well in keeping away from them; he runs and hides behind something in the item shop, they toss it to the side and expose him in a huddled little ball. E-eheheh.
RUN AWAY RUN AWAY--
He jumps up on roofs, flips and lands in little alleys between places in the plaza, hides in the community housing corridors, and is found every single place he goes to. Man, what the hell is up with these guys?? No matter what he does, they always seem to get to him! The hell's their problem? What'd they want with him?
When the droids finally do catch him, his journal falls from his waist and snoops in on his struggle:]
[CRACK]
...You're gonna have to hit me a lot harder than that....
[shuffle shuffle; now there's a little panic to his voice]
Oooh nononono, no no no, needle-y things, I'm not very good with needle-y things--!!
[and then an asshole droid kicks the journal with his foot]
8th Partridge [Action][Let's Do Some Yard Work]
[Ian. Is. Determined.
So far most of his jobs have ended in failure, because he's not... exactly the best at any of them. Aaand in this universe he has no idea his blood has healing properties, so it's a little tougher for him to make a living off himself. BUT THIS TIME WILL BE DIFFERENT!! For he has borrowed some supplies from Nami—he'll pay you back eventually, promise ;A;—and he'll go to get hired to trim/cut/fix your bushes and trees and grass!! 8D
THIS WILL NOT END POORLY.
...Only it does. If you hire him, you'll walk out to find he's doing a horrible job. Maybe the bushes aren't cut straight, or there are chunks taken out of it, or the grass looks dead in splotches or altogether. Fortunately for Ian, he doesn't know he's a tree man, so he won't be horrified when he accidentally breaks that babby tree you were planting. >_>
Suffice to say, he'll have a few angry customers.]
[Voice]
U—um... how do you know when you're meant to do something. Like... what your 'life calling' sort of thing is? Yanno, what made you say 'this was what I was born to do'. Because man, I don't think I'm very good at finding it... Maybe I should try being a nurse next—or a teacher? M-maybe a chef! Ahaha...
[If anyone knows his cooking, or his bedside abilities, or his inability to teach, they'd just weep tears of horror at this.]
So far most of his jobs have ended in failure, because he's not... exactly the best at any of them. Aaand in this universe he has no idea his blood has healing properties, so it's a little tougher for him to make a living off himself. BUT THIS TIME WILL BE DIFFERENT!! For he has borrowed some supplies from Nami—he'll pay you back eventually, promise ;A;—and he'll go to get hired to trim/cut/fix your bushes and trees and grass!! 8D
THIS WILL NOT END POORLY.
...Only it does. If you hire him, you'll walk out to find he's doing a horrible job. Maybe the bushes aren't cut straight, or there are chunks taken out of it, or the grass looks dead in splotches or altogether. Fortunately for Ian, he doesn't know he's a tree man, so he won't be horrified when he accidentally breaks that babby tree you were planting. >_>
Suffice to say, he'll have a few angry customers.]
[Voice]
U—um... how do you know when you're meant to do something. Like... what your 'life calling' sort of thing is? Yanno, what made you say 'this was what I was born to do'. Because man, I don't think I'm very good at finding it... Maybe I should try being a nurse next—or a teacher? M-maybe a chef! Ahaha...
[If anyone knows his cooking, or his bedside abilities, or his inability to teach, they'd just weep tears of horror at this.]
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7th Partridge [Voice][Let's talk about beer]
[Ian woke up on the roof he'd randomly picked to nest on come on people don't always like to sleep on soggy muddy weed patches, and just felt like talking. What, you'd never had that happen? It's pretty much a daily thing for him. Not to mention, he has a lot on his mind, after that last event. There was something extraordinarily refreshing about being a human. One like his mother and father, his villages, many of his patients, so many long dead... It's really something to feel all that. As he finds himself being pecked in the head by a fatass partridge, he whips out his journal.
... btw, don't mind the partridge stabbing him in the scalp. Birdy's in a pissy mood or something. Like usual.]
[Voice]
Maaaan, that experiment thing was way too short... I wish it coulda' stuck around for me. But I guess some of you didn't have very fun times, huh? ... Still, I could've done without beer. Seriously, what is it you guys even like about that stuff? It tastes awful. Just awful!! Not to mention... getting drunk isn't any fun, either. I woke up upside down in a tree with the worst headache!
What's so special about it, that so many fellas drink it?
I mean, it was nice at first even with the taste, but once you start losing pieces of your memory and throw up a lot, it sounds like it's kinda' a problem...
[And when that's all said and done, he'll shut his journal, start toward the edge of the roof to jump down, and trip over debris. If it's your roof, you might hear a loud crash outside your house. It's not an Ian post if he's not violently being clumsy, right? :|a]
... btw, don't mind the partridge stabbing him in the scalp. Birdy's in a pissy mood or something. Like usual.]
[Voice]
Maaaan, that experiment thing was way too short... I wish it coulda' stuck around for me. But I guess some of you didn't have very fun times, huh? ... Still, I could've done without beer. Seriously, what is it you guys even like about that stuff? It tastes awful. Just awful!! Not to mention... getting drunk isn't any fun, either. I woke up upside down in a tree with the worst headache!
What's so special about it, that so many fellas drink it?
I mean, it was nice at first even with the taste, but once you start losing pieces of your memory and throw up a lot, it sounds like it's kinda' a problem...
[And when that's all said and done, he'll shut his journal, start toward the edge of the roof to jump down, and trip over debris. If it's your roof, you might hear a loud crash outside your house. It's not an Ian post if he's not violently being clumsy, right? :|a]
6th Partridge [Action][Let's Be Human]
[Waking up to be a normal person is Ian's dream, at this point. So when he wakes up and finds himself... normal? And shivering him cold, in the forest? He has a moment where he thinks it's a dream—and then he remembers, oh. This is Luceti.
... FUCK YES. THANK YOU!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.
First thing's first. He is going to the restaurant and eating everything he can.
And then he will proceed to stumble around toward, looking miserable from eating too much. If you find someone laid out on a bench moaning in discomfort, that's him. Just, uh, poke him with a stick or something. He'll be fine after a few hours or so. In fact, he'll even be prancing through town holding a bag of sweets and an cookie in one hand and man he's about to drop stuff.]
COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS!!
[YOU CANNOT RUIN HIS DAY, PEOPLE. It's impossible. But when that is all finished with, he's gonna make his way over to that fuckin' bar. >:^|]
I'm gonna need 10 rounds at least, Bartender!
[1 hour later, drunk as all hell, he's going to stumble merrily around the bar laughing and frolicking and being oh-so-content with his day (even with the over-eating, of course). Raising his mug to the air, he hollers:]
THREE CHEERS FOR... hic...!
BELLY BUTTONS!!
I'm soooo happyyyy~~~
... FUCK YES. THANK YOU!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.
First thing's first. He is going to the restaurant and eating everything he can.
And then he will proceed to stumble around toward, looking miserable from eating too much. If you find someone laid out on a bench moaning in discomfort, that's him. Just, uh, poke him with a stick or something. He'll be fine after a few hours or so. In fact, he'll even be prancing through town holding a bag of sweets and an cookie in one hand and man he's about to drop stuff.]
COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS!!
[YOU CANNOT RUIN HIS DAY, PEOPLE. It's impossible. But when that is all finished with, he's gonna make his way over to that fuckin' bar. >:^|]
I'm gonna need 10 rounds at least, Bartender!
[1 hour later, drunk as all hell, he's going to stumble merrily around the bar laughing and frolicking and being oh-so-content with his day (even with the over-eating, of course). Raising his mug to the air, he hollers:]
THREE CHEERS FOR... hic...!
BELLY BUTTONS!!
I'm soooo happyyyy~~~
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5th Partridge [Action/Voice][Let's Give Away Shit]
[The bar door suddenly swings open. As the lightning crashes behind him, illuminating a crisp white outline around his figure, Ian walks silently in, dripping with rain water, a hoodie drawn over his unruly green hair. He glances to the left—to the right—before sitting down with a shadow crossing his features. After a beat, he looks up to the bartender, brown eyes all too serious.
And then—]
( A BAR ADVENTURE (sort of) )
[Ian proceeds to wander off into the woods like he usual does, in excellent spirits. There are no robbers or thieves to worry about out here, man. That's always a great thing. But ah, he needs to prep some more medicine for the people here, so he goes to the store first and foremost. When you see him going through the woods, he'll be hefting a bag of sugar on his shoulder (and Birdy on his head, until they part ways at a local tree |D).
He ventures to his usual sleeping place outside: a shallow space roofed by a fallen tree, and proceeds to do what he's done for quite a long time. Eyesight cutting through the dark, he presses a pocket knife into his wrist and lets fall droplets of blood into a bowl—it aches, but it's only temporary he tells himself; the wound closes soon after the blade is removed, and he rolls the bowl around and around in hand, letting the red coat a fine layer.
When it dries, he scrapes it into a powdery pile, and adds the sugar.
... viola. He wipes up his arm and holds up a filled vial, content. Whether or not he's got peeping toms is up to you.]
[Voice]
Hey there new feathers! My name is Ian Kolansky, and I'm a medicine seller. If you ever find yourselves injured, whether barely or horribly, have no fear, I am here! My cure-all medicine will heal any flesh wound or broken bone in a matter of moments! Not to mention, it'll even grow back anything severed. Well, as long as it's not your head and you're, y'know, alive and all that.
And here in Luceti, the usual payments of 19.99 are cut down to...
0.00! That's right, it's free here! Everything is, I'll have you know! Just ask good ol' Ian here, and I'll get you some right away!
[Why not force some sort of payment? Well... how the hell would he even? Luceti can give just about anything. He's pledged to himself he'd always do this job, and the lack of payment certainly won't be stopping him any time soon; he views it as a... as a promise to himself. 'This is what you're doing at home, so don't forget it'.
...Though, the pay would have been great to have. ;~;]
And then—]
( A BAR ADVENTURE (sort of) )
[Ian proceeds to wander off into the woods like he usual does, in excellent spirits. There are no robbers or thieves to worry about out here, man. That's always a great thing. But ah, he needs to prep some more medicine for the people here, so he goes to the store first and foremost. When you see him going through the woods, he'll be hefting a bag of sugar on his shoulder (and Birdy on his head, until they part ways at a local tree |D).
He ventures to his usual sleeping place outside: a shallow space roofed by a fallen tree, and proceeds to do what he's done for quite a long time. Eyesight cutting through the dark, he presses a pocket knife into his wrist and lets fall droplets of blood into a bowl—it aches, but it's only temporary he tells himself; the wound closes soon after the blade is removed, and he rolls the bowl around and around in hand, letting the red coat a fine layer.
When it dries, he scrapes it into a powdery pile, and adds the sugar.
... viola. He wipes up his arm and holds up a filled vial, content. Whether or not he's got peeping toms is up to you.]
[Voice]
Hey there new feathers! My name is Ian Kolansky, and I'm a medicine seller. If you ever find yourselves injured, whether barely or horribly, have no fear, I am here! My cure-all medicine will heal any flesh wound or broken bone in a matter of moments! Not to mention, it'll even grow back anything severed. Well, as long as it's not your head and you're, y'know, alive and all that.
And here in Luceti, the usual payments of 19.99 are cut down to...
0.00! That's right, it's free here! Everything is, I'll have you know! Just ask good ol' Ian here, and I'll get you some right away!
[Why not force some sort of payment? Well... how the hell would he even? Luceti can give just about anything. He's pledged to himself he'd always do this job, and the lack of payment certainly won't be stopping him any time soon; he views it as a... as a promise to himself. 'This is what you're doing at home, so don't forget it'.
...Though, the pay would have been great to have. ;~;]
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4th Partridge [Voice/Action][Let's Get Crushed by Branches]
[Ian has had a really weird month. Krizalid tried to kill him, some emo blond kid tried to kill him, Sanji almost ki—okay, the last one was just illness, but still. Seriously, this place is no different from home. He's gotten used to ruining his clothes and having to buy new ones; the only difference here is they are ~free~.
... God, that's so cool.
At this point, he's gotten used to living out in Luceti's forest. Thanks to being prone to death and cold, it's really not that difficult—he's just gotta be careful that he doesn't completely freeze into a hunk of treeman ice, really (dude, it's happened quite a few times in his life, turning into an iceblock until the spring).
At any rate, he's just making his usual wanderer rounds in the forest before stopping to speak to his journal... which lovingly broadcasts something amazing—that is, the sound of him 'umphing' as something lands on his head. A very familiar birdy ass, nestling in his hair...!]
BIRDY!
Birdy is that really you?! Holy mackerel, you're here—!
Ian'll be wandering around the forest like he usually does, albeit with his favorite partridge on his head; the damn thing's too lazy to actually follow him places. Granted Birdy eventually flies off to chill for himself like usual, but for now? A beautiful meeting. Deserved a score by Celine Dion, quite frankly.
... of course, if you're walking through the forest at a particular time, you may hear someone blabbering for help. What'd he get himself into? D'aw, well, the usual. You know what smart people know about trees in the winter? That snow sometimes builds on them and causes the branches to become unstable!
Ian is not one of those smart people. So before he even looked up to investigate that hardy 'CRACK' noise? There was a giant branch falling right on top of him. Soooo... he's squirming under said branch and hollering—]
Is somebody out there?! I sure could use some help! I think I'm crushing all of my internal organs, y'know! Anyone?! Any mushers out there?! M-maybe a big strong lumberjack with a good arm?
[... Meh, he'll get out of there eventually.
Eventually.]
... God, that's so cool.
At this point, he's gotten used to living out in Luceti's forest. Thanks to being prone to death and cold, it's really not that difficult—he's just gotta be careful that he doesn't completely freeze into a hunk of treeman ice, really (dude, it's happened quite a few times in his life, turning into an iceblock until the spring).
At any rate, he's just making his usual wanderer rounds in the forest before stopping to speak to his journal... which lovingly broadcasts something amazing—that is, the sound of him 'umphing' as something lands on his head. A very familiar birdy ass, nestling in his hair...!]
BIRDY!
Birdy is that really you?! Holy mackerel, you're here—!
Chrrr
[MY TSUNDERE BIRD, I HAVE LONGED TO FEEL YOUR WARM LAZY BUTT ON MY SCALP! OH JOYOUS DAY!Ian'll be wandering around the forest like he usually does, albeit with his favorite partridge on his head; the damn thing's too lazy to actually follow him places. Granted Birdy eventually flies off to chill for himself like usual, but for now? A beautiful meeting. Deserved a score by Celine Dion, quite frankly.
... of course, if you're walking through the forest at a particular time, you may hear someone blabbering for help. What'd he get himself into? D'aw, well, the usual. You know what smart people know about trees in the winter? That snow sometimes builds on them and causes the branches to become unstable!
Ian is not one of those smart people. So before he even looked up to investigate that hardy 'CRACK' noise? There was a giant branch falling right on top of him. Soooo... he's squirming under said branch and hollering—]
Is somebody out there?! I sure could use some help! I think I'm crushing all of my internal organs, y'know! Anyone?! Any mushers out there?! M-maybe a big strong lumberjack with a good arm?
[... Meh, he'll get out of there eventually.
Eventually.]
3rd Partridge [Action][Let's be a puddle]
[You know the saying. You are what you eat drink love.
Ian? He's an easily pleased sort of fella. The problem with that? It makes for some awkward loving; lo and behold, before he knew it, he was water—yes, water. And he hasn't been able to get himself somewhere without causing a little ruckus here and there. Your character? Maybe they just poured themselves a glass. Maybe they're walking through the store and found himtsk, tsk, he's disaster prone for slipping lately, it seems. Maybe you were in your apartments, chillin', and suddenly there's a drip from the ceiling. Whatever your sad little mind can imagine where your character interacts with water? Go for it. Otherwise, you could just spot a reasonably-sized mass of 'rain water' literally moving on it's own outside.
Maybe muttering under its breath.]
—oh my god this is kinda cool but still please tell me I can change back oh please I really liked having two legs—!!
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Ian? He's an easily pleased sort of fella. The problem with that? It makes for some awkward loving; lo and behold, before he knew it, he was water—yes, water. And he hasn't been able to get himself somewhere without causing a little ruckus here and there. Your character? Maybe they just poured themselves a glass. Maybe they're walking through the store and found him
Maybe muttering under its breath.]
—oh my god this is kinda cool but still please tell me I can change back oh please I really liked having two legs—!!
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2nd Partridge [Action/Voice][Let's talk nonsense]
[GOOD MORNING, LUCETI~~
It's been about a week since Ian first showed up and tried to sell shit to people—with very mixed results, and with no actual sells. Which, quite frankly, isn't new at all; he's pretty awful at his job. Instead! He's decided to go adventuring! Granted, he's dressed in a T-shirt, with no coat and nothing to help him from the winter air, but you know what? That's one of the perks of being a tree-dude. First thing's first: gotta run a-muck in the forest. One can find him laying in the snow as chill as... er, snow. In fact, he might even just be... sleeping. Yup, sleeping.
Or one can find him shimmied up the side of a tree while a grumbly fox trots around at the base. It probably desired his flesh. Or, more realistically, just decided to hang out around that tree because it lives near it. Either/or.
Fortunately, his manly frolicking in the forest went smoothly enough for him to get back into town in one piece! His next stops? Looking around the item shop for empty little bottles and vials, investigating the restaurant, and looking into the weapons shop and running away in fear soon after. The downside, he's sopping wet from just... laying around in snow. So he may be dripping some of that wonderful winter around the places. Should he put up a wet floor sign?
Oh, well, he may or may not have just slipped and landed flat on his face, so that doesn't matter, anyway.]
[Voice]
So, hey, I was just wondering—if you try to dig straight down Luceti, d'ya think you'd make it to somewhere else? Or would you just run into that barrier thing, or something? Or maybe you'd hit gold! Wouldn't that be something? Then you could just pay the Malnosso guys to let you go!
[DERPA DERPA DERPA—]
It's been about a week since Ian first showed up and tried to sell shit to people—with very mixed results, and with no actual sells. Which, quite frankly, isn't new at all; he's pretty awful at his job. Instead! He's decided to go adventuring! Granted, he's dressed in a T-shirt, with no coat and nothing to help him from the winter air, but you know what? That's one of the perks of being a tree-dude. First thing's first: gotta run a-muck in the forest. One can find him laying in the snow as chill as... er, snow. In fact, he might even just be... sleeping. Yup, sleeping.
Or one can find him shimmied up the side of a tree while a grumbly fox trots around at the base. It probably desired his flesh. Or, more realistically, just decided to hang out around that tree because it lives near it. Either/or.
Fortunately, his manly frolicking in the forest went smoothly enough for him to get back into town in one piece! His next stops? Looking around the item shop for empty little bottles and vials, investigating the restaurant, and looking into the weapons shop and running away in fear soon after. The downside, he's sopping wet from just... laying around in snow. So he may be dripping some of that wonderful winter around the places. Should he put up a wet floor sign?
Oh, well, he may or may not have just slipped and landed flat on his face, so that doesn't matter, anyway.]
[Voice]
So, hey, I was just wondering—if you try to dig straight down Luceti, d'ya think you'd make it to somewhere else? Or would you just run into that barrier thing, or something? Or maybe you'd hit gold! Wouldn't that be something? Then you could just pay the Malnosso guys to let you go!
[DERPA DERPA DERPA—]
1st Partridge [Action][Let's not realize we're trapped in Luceti]
[Luceti seems so calm right now. Active, but silently making white noise over the treetops around them—Ian's favorite type of place. And it was a good thing, too: no one is in need of money more than this guy well, had someone actually told him things were free and he couldn't leave, anyway. He has a blanket laid out, and a bag sat right in the middle. Full of little powder-filled glasses, freshly made and found in his stuff at the item shop, as well as his awesome clothes (note: not really). This medicine was his usual method of getting cash, when his pockets were empty. Granted, some people might not ever use his medicine if they knew what was in it, but what they can't know won't hurt 'em! In fact, it'll heal 'em! 8D
Oh yeah, and he left his journal in a bush in the forest, by accident. Whoops. He'll be sure to get that when he realizes it could help him.]
Wonderful people of—
[...oooone second. He looks at his hand and carefully tries not to make an ass of himself.]
Wonderful people of Loo-ket-ey! Feeling like curing your poor injured shoulder? Got a broken collarbone in need of fixing up? Lost a limb in a bar fight? Then look no further than here!
[Motioning to the bag laid out in front of him with the shit-eatingest grin he can perform. Shiny vials and powders glint in the sun! Glinty glint glint!]
With this medicine, your unhealed physical injuries will go bye-bye in minutes, seconds even, depending on the size! Just a simple payment of 19.99 will give you guys the best bandages anyone could ever ask for: the kind that don't need to be used at all! Don't know what to get your mother for her birthday? How about the sweet taste of insta-cut-healing! Papa getting too crazy with that hacksaw? Insure yourself so he'll have all of his fingers in the future!
Come on, you can't refuse such a cheap offer, can you?
[...Wow, these people aren't really caring that much. Same ol', same ol'.]
...o-or not...
[Why, go ahead and fill him in on what the hell Luceti even is. Cause as far as he's considered, he's stuck in a village in his world and needs to get back to the one his pals are in. Such is the life of a dense idiot.]
Oh yeah, and he left his journal in a bush in the forest, by accident. Whoops. He'll be sure to get that when he realizes it could help him.]
Wonderful people of—
[...oooone second. He looks at his hand and carefully tries not to make an ass of himself.]
Wonderful people of Loo-ket-ey! Feeling like curing your poor injured shoulder? Got a broken collarbone in need of fixing up? Lost a limb in a bar fight? Then look no further than here!
[Motioning to the bag laid out in front of him with the shit-eatingest grin he can perform. Shiny vials and powders glint in the sun! Glinty glint glint!]
With this medicine, your unhealed physical injuries will go bye-bye in minutes, seconds even, depending on the size! Just a simple payment of 19.99 will give you guys the best bandages anyone could ever ask for: the kind that don't need to be used at all! Don't know what to get your mother for her birthday? How about the sweet taste of insta-cut-healing! Papa getting too crazy with that hacksaw? Insure yourself so he'll have all of his fingers in the future!
Come on, you can't refuse such a cheap offer, can you?
[...Wow, these people aren't really caring that much. Same ol', same ol'.]
...o-or not...
[Why, go ahead and fill him in on what the hell Luceti even is. Cause as far as he's considered, he's stuck in a village in his world and needs to get back to the one his pals are in. Such is the life of a dense idiot.]
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○ Character Information ○
Mun
Name: Ashlee
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bushyeyebrows
E-mail: ashtraydentist@aol.com
AIM/MSN: ashtraydentist
Characters at Luceti:
not_a_bluesbro
asobouyo
whats_a_sneeze
normalwhispered
( CHARACTER INFORMATION )
Name: Ashlee
Livejournal Username:
bushyeyebrowsE-mail: ashtraydentist@aol.com
AIM/MSN: ashtraydentist
Characters at Luceti:
not_a_bluesbroasobouyowhats_a_sneezenormalwhispered ( CHARACTER INFORMATION )
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Thread Logs
January 2011:
Usopp — Introduction posts... what are those again? :|a
Krizalid — You don't have to hurt yourself, y'know...
Andrew — Fantasy all the way, baby!!
Krizalid — Uhh... something wrong?
February 2011:
Krizalid — a lovely follow-up to that thread above this one |D
Kaori — Dontcha' think it's pretty nifty?
Naoki — W-whoa—what's with all the weapons and stuff?
Katara — ... It's like a front-row seat to coolness. 8O
Mithos — PROTECT ALL THE THINGS!!
Jack... Ven... Luffy... derp — Hottest babe? The hell does that even mean? Our certified specialists explain.
Moro — ...giant... wolf...
Marcell — YO, HOW'S IT GOING?!
Sanji — WHAT ARE YOU DOING—!!
[Event] — THIS IS THE SADDEST LOVE DAY EVER. ;A;
Draft (Febuary 26th—March 2nd):
Hallways of Rooms (Sanji, Ven) — The shitheads don't run on respect.
Battlefield (Vash, Hughes, Amiti) — MY AAAAAARMS!!
Battlefield (Sanji) — You're really cruel, you know tha—
March 2011:
Tattoi — Relying on metals?
Mithos — ... Nice day we're having... :|a
April 2011:
Derek — Oh shit, vampires.
Akihiko [AU Event] — Akihiko mah boi!!
Ranka [AU Event] — Dreaming horrible dreams...
May 2011:
Kay — Oh, nonono, this isn't the afterlife...
Ace — We need someone who's good with water!
Ranka and The Doctor — Cookies smell so good. ಥ⌣ಥ
June 2011:
Jacob — WEREWOLVES ARE COOL D:
[Draft] -- Still gotta' work if I can.
[Draft] Ranka -- Um. Uh. Hey. :(
[Draft] — Maaaan, this draft stinks.
[Draft] — PIT TRAP DX
[Draft] — Looking out for the injured.
Mu — DOOM. DOOOOOM.
Mildmay — You need, like, a doctor. Or something.
Law — You said you needed blood?
Nami — Chillin' at the bar, we're all sorta' depressing.
Noel — Falling out of trees is a great way to re-meet people.
July 2011:
Rogue — USOPP'S GONE?! D:
Legato — why does he run into all the scary people
Miyabi — Goin' to the beach for the first time. B)
Tony Stark — River Fun for Aaaall Ages!
Franky — YOU'RE HAIR IS AWESOME!
Jilly — Oi, you don't look too good...
Aizen — He's really that inept at everything.
Edward [Event] — FFFFF KILLER SHADOWS
August 2011:
Mithos — like a speeding bullet...!
Namipie — WHEN BIRDS ATTACK
Noel — YOGA!!!
September 2011:
Erik — Real nasty fellas, if you ask me.
Usopp — Introduction posts... what are those again? :|a
Krizalid — You don't have to hurt yourself, y'know...
Andrew — Fantasy all the way, baby!!
Krizalid — Uhh... something wrong?
February 2011:
Krizalid — a lovely follow-up to that thread above this one |D
Kaori — Dontcha' think it's pretty nifty?
Naoki — W-whoa—what's with all the weapons and stuff?
Katara — ... It's like a front-row seat to coolness. 8O
Mithos — PROTECT ALL THE THINGS!!
Jack... Ven... Luffy... derp — Hottest babe? The hell does that even mean? Our certified specialists explain.
Moro — ...giant... wolf...
Marcell — YO, HOW'S IT GOING?!
Sanji — WHAT ARE YOU DOING—!!
[Event] — THIS IS THE SADDEST LOVE DAY EVER. ;A;
Draft (Febuary 26th—March 2nd):
Hallways of Rooms (Sanji, Ven) — The shitheads don't run on respect.
Battlefield (Vash, Hughes, Amiti) — MY AAAAAARMS!!
Battlefield (Sanji) — You're really cruel, you know tha—
March 2011:
Tattoi — Relying on metals?
Mithos — ... Nice day we're having... :|a
April 2011:
Derek — Oh shit, vampires.
Akihiko [AU Event] — Akihiko mah boi!!
Ranka [AU Event] — Dreaming horrible dreams...
May 2011:
Kay — Oh, nonono, this isn't the afterlife...
Ace — We need someone who's good with water!
Ranka and The Doctor — Cookies smell so good. ಥ⌣ಥ
June 2011:
Jacob — WEREWOLVES ARE COOL D:
[Draft] -- Still gotta' work if I can.
[Draft] Ranka -- Um. Uh. Hey. :(
[Draft] — Maaaan, this draft stinks.
[Draft] — PIT TRAP DX
[Draft] — Looking out for the injured.
Mu — DOOM. DOOOOOM.
Mildmay — You need, like, a doctor. Or something.
Law — You said you needed blood?
Nami — Chillin' at the bar, we're all sorta' depressing.
Noel — Falling out of trees is a great way to re-meet people.
July 2011:
Rogue — USOPP'S GONE?! D:
Legato — why does he run into all the scary people
Miyabi — Goin' to the beach for the first time. B)
Tony Stark — River Fun for Aaaall Ages!
Franky — YOU'RE HAIR IS AWESOME!
Jilly — Oi, you don't look too good...
Aizen — He's really that inept at everything.
Edward [Event] — FFFFF KILLER SHADOWS
August 2011:
Mithos — like a speeding bullet...!
Namipie — WHEN BIRDS ATTACK
Noel — YOGA!!!
September 2011:
Erik — Real nasty fellas, if you ask me.
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☼ Appointments Post ☼
This is a personal appointment post for anyone who wants to contact my_yoke_broke without going to the trouble of setting up a log/journal; as I'll say with all my characters, if you have any reason to contact him at all, go right ahead here! Voice, Video, Written, or Action is completely acceptable. Just keep in mind that he's nomadic and lives in the forest, if you ever want to even catch him there.
Please put the the month and the type of communication—i.e. [March 29th][Action], or anything in that sort of way—in the subject line (putting why you're there is totally optional; I'm sure I'll figure it out through the character eventually. |D).
my_yoke_broke without going to the trouble of setting up a log/journal; as I'll say with all my characters, if you have any reason to contact him at all, go right ahead here! Voice, Video, Written, or Action is completely acceptable. Just keep in mind that he's nomadic and lives in the forest, if you ever want to even catch him there.Please put the the month and the type of communication—i.e. [March 29th][Action], or anything in that sort of way—in the subject line (putting why you're there is totally optional; I'm sure I'll figure it out through the character eventually. |D).