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Post by Rojo on Apr 22, 2008 10:43:24 GMT -5
"True, true." He replies, as they walk closer to the other pair, who in turn are walking towards them. The men are hefting crossbows and are outfitted in armour.
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Post by Seven on Apr 22, 2008 10:50:34 GMT -5
Devon notices the armour, but remains silent, waiting to see what the others will do.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 22, 2008 11:03:01 GMT -5
The other two walk past, completely ignoring Devon and Rojo.
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Post by Seven on Apr 22, 2008 17:31:25 GMT -5
"Well then..." Devon says once they are some distance away.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 23, 2008 10:09:32 GMT -5
Rojo looks across at Devon, awoken from his daydreaming, hands in pockets
"Well what?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 23, 2008 20:30:00 GMT -5
He shrugs. "I don't know. It's just...quiet is all..."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 24, 2008 9:35:17 GMT -5
Rojo grins
"What? Did you expect us to be thrown into adventure the moment we arrive? Battling hordes of foes, rescuing damsels off towers?" He takes a hand out of one pocket and places it dramatically "Hark! Doth thou seek thy freedom?"
Now he puts on a peaceful face and a high voice "O, fair knight, Sir Devon and his noble Squire, but hush, for a foul beast draws near! It shalt soon find thou'st blade upon its breast!" he puts his hand back in his pocket, resuming his normal demeanor.
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Post by Seven on Apr 27, 2008 21:35:57 GMT -5
Devon cocks his head to the side, watching Rojo's monologue. Once he's done, he applauds slowly and deliberately. "You're actually pretty good at that Rojo. It was funny. Don't tell me--you once were an actor in a satire?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 28, 2008 15:54:05 GMT -5
Rojo grins
"I could get into one of my great stories everyone wants to hear about that, but I really musn't. You'd be bored half to death. Just something about a anthropomorphic personification trying to burst through a rift in existance to destroy the world in the middle of a fancy masqurade ball," he shuddered "I had to fight the damn thing in a bloody suit with naught but a small dagger," He grins again "but I still beat the bastard thing back to the void from whence it came."
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Post by Seven on Apr 28, 2008 16:12:04 GMT -5
Devon rolls his eyes. "Yes Rojo, that seems like a perfectly dull and trite story. Honestly, if such stories do not amuse you, I'm afraid of hearing the ones that do."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 29, 2008 10:54:53 GMT -5
Rojo laughs
"Well, there was this one time where I met myself in the past, and died, then the gods brought me back to life to restore order, and then I got given one wish of any sort. But you don't wanna hear about that[/i[."
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Post by Seven on Apr 29, 2008 10:58:27 GMT -5
That seems all quite astounding, making Devon blink at him. But he returns to smiling, trying to tease him. "Heavens, I'm traveling with a zombie then!" he says, not realizing how accurate this was. "But honestly, you have to tell me this tale! You died?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 29, 2008 11:33:14 GMT -5
Rojo stiffend for a moment. Then he realised Devon's misconception.
"Well, I wasn't necromantically revived," he said slowly "just that if I died in the past, all the stuff I'd done would never happened, and the world woulda been plunged into chaos, so the gods brought meback to life."
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Post by Seven on Apr 29, 2008 12:21:33 GMT -5
Devon notes his momentary tension, but decides not to question it, in spite of his burning curiousity. If Rojo wanted to tell him, he would, wouldn't he?
"How did you end up in the past anyways?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 30, 2008 10:18:03 GMT -5
"Oh, two spells hit each other in mid-air, I jumped in the middle and the combined effects sort of disjointed the timeline."
He said vaguely.
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