[ The Starblaster is there, and then it isn't. They're making for another world, as usual, but this time is different. And it's never different, it's always - predictable. It's the shift that brings them back to how they'd been the day they left their home planet - that strange, but now-familiar feeling - and then they're soaring over the face of their next chance to recover the Light of Creation. This time, though, there's none of that. He's on the ship and then he's on the ground, with any middle pieces that explain the transition...gone.
A bearded, muscular man with magnificent sideburns and a red robe is on the ground, face-first. There's a loud groan to announce his presence before he comes to his senses, rolling over and staring petulantly up at the sky above the Colosseum. ]
What...the hell? [ Magnus Burnsides pulls himself to a sitting position, holding his head and wincing. It quickly morphs to something with more of an edge as he rises, grabbing an ax from his hip and looking around with narrowed, bushy brows. ]
Hail and well met, good...uh... [ Krampus is not a "good" anything, and Magnus pulls a face as the creature nearby turns to make eye contact. Candlenights doesn't have a Santa, and it's Star King definitely doesn't look like...whatever this is. ] Yeesh. ...I mean, sorry, handsome lil' buddy! Any chance you could tell me--
[ The creature begins to pelt him with lumps of coal. ]
Hey! Not...cool. [ He's not about to behead this joker just for throwing rocks - yet - but he will hold a shield in front of himself to block the assault, now more than a little confused. ] I just wanted some answers. Or - directions. Can you tell me the name of this world?
[ Doesn't look like it, based on the continued onslaught, but. ]
rage (roll +mind)
Oh, come on!
[ The man, the myth, the disaster - Magnus Burnsides - is standing outside of his house, staring indignantly up at the graffiti on its exterior. "He took the guards with them, left them for the monster" is scrawled across it in red. Next to that is a crude drawing of someone's face, though based on the exaggerated sideburns, it's presumably Magnus himself. ]
That's not even a good drawing. Definitively amateurish. And I don't know anything about any guards... [ He does think hard about it, too, but nothing comes to mind. He heaves a sigh, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. ]
Well, this can't stay here. [ Whatever it means, he won't have it on his home. As such, he disappears inside briefly and then returns with a bucket of water and a rag, working hard to scrub at the paint, but, alas... ]
magnus burnsides ; taz: balance ; spoilers
[ The Starblaster is there, and then it isn't. They're making for another world, as usual, but this time is different. And it's never different, it's always - predictable. It's the shift that brings them back to how they'd been the day they left their home planet - that strange, but now-familiar feeling - and then they're soaring over the face of their next chance to recover the Light of Creation. This time, though, there's none of that. He's on the ship and then he's on the ground, with any middle pieces that explain the transition...gone.
A bearded, muscular man with magnificent sideburns and a red robe is on the ground, face-first. There's a loud groan to announce his presence before he comes to his senses, rolling over and staring petulantly up at the sky above the Colosseum. ]
What...the hell? [ Magnus Burnsides pulls himself to a sitting position, holding his head and wincing. It quickly morphs to something with more of an edge as he rises, grabbing an ax from his hip and looking around with narrowed, bushy brows. ]
Hail and well met, good...uh... [ Krampus is not a "good" anything, and Magnus pulls a face as the creature nearby turns to make eye contact. Candlenights doesn't have a Santa, and it's Star King definitely doesn't look like...whatever this is. ] Yeesh. ...I mean, sorry, handsome lil' buddy! Any chance you could tell me--
[ The creature begins to pelt him with lumps of coal. ]
Hey! Not...cool. [ He's not about to behead this joker just for throwing rocks - yet - but he will hold a shield in front of himself to block the assault, now more than a little confused. ] I just wanted some answers. Or - directions. Can you tell me the name of this world?
[ Doesn't look like it, based on the continued onslaught, but. ]
rage (roll +mind)
Oh, come on!
[ The man, the myth, the disaster - Magnus Burnsides - is standing outside of his house, staring indignantly up at the graffiti on its exterior. "He took the guards with them, left them for the monster" is scrawled across it in red. Next to that is a crude drawing of someone's face, though based on the exaggerated sideburns, it's presumably Magnus himself. ]
That's not even a good drawing. Definitively amateurish. And I don't know anything about any guards... [ He does think hard about it, too, but nothing comes to mind. He heaves a sigh, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. ]
Well, this can't stay here. [ Whatever it means, he won't have it on his home. As such, he disappears inside briefly and then returns with a bucket of water and a rag, working hard to scrub at the paint, but, alas... ]
Dammit. [ Anybody wanna help a guy out? ]
wildcard (roll +heart?)
( ooc ; choose your own adventure! )