Tau
2pi
Early afternoon | Clear skies
In a small forest, located in the Grand Dutchy of Roran, west of Aslan…
In a small forest, located in the Grand Dutchy of Roran, west of Aslan…
This is a short RP to introduce Aiko & Aimi via a "hunt the malfunctioning construct" story. Likely to shift into character drama for a couple posts after that. Characters won't die, short of intentionally impaling themselves, though the same can't be said for NPCs and Minions.
RP is open to newcomers at any time. I like daily posting, but more realistically, expect one every 2-4 days.
Skyswimsky (Aiko)
RP is open to newcomers at any time. I like daily posting, but more realistically, expect one every 2-4 days.
Skyswimsky (Aiko)
A single, overgrown path wound through the trees, barely even visible through the fallen leaves. It was a miracle there was even a path here at all: walking wasn’t the Roranian way. Yet, even in a world of teleports and magic flying machines, there were always those that kept their feet to the ground. Lovers of nature, paupers, the magical-challenged, and so-on.
In this case, it was everything at once. A friendly group of three, enjoying the scenery as a human lady played her lyre for two men with wolf ears. As she finished one song, they shared a quick laugh, before she raised it again to play another. But before she could pluck another string, a small, strange-looking construct suddenly burst onto the path.
"Awwh, it’s so cute~!" the girl gushed as the two men gave it a strange look.
"Thing creeps me out…" the larger of the men protested, crossing his arms. "All those things do. Why can’t we just stick to making normal people the normal way?"
"Oh, don’t be such a grump!" she pouted, turning her attention to the construct. "That’s a fancy axe. Are you a little lumberjack~? Where’s your owner? Would they mind if I gave you a hug?"
The small construct glanced up at the moving trees. It was strange, seeing trees move like that. Certainly strange indeed. It raised its axe and swung. Evidently, the moving trees went down lot easier than the normal ones.
Nearby, Aimi followed the path, turning her neck regularly in search of her lost little robot. One would be forgiven for mistaking her as a construct herself… at least, from a distance. The glow of her hair resembled the colorful, bright blues of enchanted mithril that gave many constructs their signature look. Up close, however, it was plain to see she was made of flesh and blood.
"Now where did you run off to…" Aimi pondered aloud, her voice calm and calculating. "Based on my current rate of income, it may be more worthwhile to consider it lost. This calls for a more accurate time estimate, however." Producing a map of Roran from her pocket, Aimi stood still in the middle of the path, and began drawing on the parchment. "First, we calculate the area of this forest in square miles, before estimating the likelihood of success per minute based on the average sight radius…" she continued this for several minutes.
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