forum Trope-Inversion RP?

Started July 17, 2019 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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"Seems to be." Cas hummed, looking back at the workshop. "I've got nothing to lose, so why not, am I right?"

"Suppose you have a point." She said. "Though, you could argue you have your life to loose."

((Mom friend mode has been activated))

Cas shrugged again. "Like I said, nothing to lose."
(cries in English)

Annalise bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

"Although I suppose the cats would miss me, dunno who else would. Priesty said we could get revived if we die, though." Cas seemed pretty relaxed despite how little he cared about his own life.

"You get revived? How?" She asked, tilting her head. A few strands of black hair fell in her face.

"Uh… magic, probably. I don't know all the details." Cas ran his fingers through his hair.

"Fair enough." She said.

"This place is awful during rush hour…" Cas looked around. "At least if you're short like me."

"Oh, it's awful in general." She said. "Have you ever tried to get through the crowd with a bow and carrying a basket with your stuff and what you caught?"

"I feel like people would get out of your way if you're carrying a giant bloody animal and a weapon." Cas snickered a bit. "Like, 'fuckin' try me, I'm armed! Look what I just did to this deer!'"

Annalise laughed. "Oh, I don't take the larger animals through town. I just have some birds and small animals." She said casually. "But the bow will get caught on every thing."

"Makes sense. Ever like, knocked a child down with your bow or something?" Cas asked, his smile lingering.

"More than once." She admitted.

"I'd be the child getting knocked down, honestly. Everyone keeps asking where my parents are and I'm like, Fuck off! I'm basically an adult!"

Annalise nodded, honestly doubting that claim.

"I mean, either way I'm my own guardian, sooo…" Cas put one hand on his hip.

"No armor, or weapons. But you would certainly be a useful Warrior. Should you decide to come we would reward you handsomely. Any magical items you acquire you will be able to keep, you will gain twenty inkrits up front and a sod after to do with what you will."

Lionell grunted. That was a damn good offer, even with the money upfront. Then again, it certainly wouldn’t be enough to start his own forge. On the other hand, however, he could also get a chance to put some of his creations to the test.

"Fine," the Half-Orc finally said. "Go find the rest of whoever will be joining us. I'll stay here and get some weapons and armor for us."

Nick continued staring into space after he realized the kids near his booth weren’t buying anything. He was so bored. He almost wished someone would come and offer to take him somewhere far away, like in his sister’s books.

The priest set out with the ark, together the ones who wandered away and maybe the others as well. And then he noticed a merchant, in a booth, rather young one. Probably just young enough to inherit their father's business