cerebel | RP MEME: MEDIEVAL TIMES

RP MEME: MEDIEVAL TIMES

Pick a scenario, post with your character and roll for the scene. Or just pick. That's cool too.

For the setting:

1) CASTLE. Throne rooms, private chambers, long hallways.
2) TAVERN. Rough-hewn tables, rough-hewn clientele.
3) DUNGEONS. Iron bars, rusty chains, and terrible food.
4) JOUST. The knights of the realm are battling.
5) FIELDS. It's a hard, long day working to grow food.
6) MARKET. There's a well, there are some craftsmen selling things. It's a medieval mall.

And once you've decided the setting, decide your role:

1) ROYALTY. You are a King, Queen, Prince, Princess or close relative.
2) KNIGHT. You are a warrior of the realm.
3) WITCH/WIZARD. Official court magician? Crazy old lady with a lot of herbs? You decide.
4) PEASANT. Yeah, your life sucks.
5) CRAFTSMAN. Blacksmith, woodworker. Apprentice or master is up to you.
6) SERVANT. Your life is utterly devoted to the one you serve.
BONUS: 7) TIME TRAVELER. ???

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[ He blinks, slowly, then rubs at his eyes and moves closer to the fire to do just that. It's not anything fancy, but there's more than enough for the two of them to be full, with the chance for some to be left as breakfast... depending on how much their guest will eat tonight. ]

[Their guest ate most of Lance's soup, and isn't going to be making an appearance for as long as Sefton is nearby. In fact, there doesn't seem to be anything else present in the clearing, besides them. Seem.

[Lance doesn't sit up; he just holds his hand out for the food. (Sitting up means disturbing said 'guest's' hiding spot.)]

[ Sefton places it near Lance, but doesn't directly deposit it into the other man's hand. He doesn't want to risk spilling anything when his energy is so drained.

He moves back against something solid once he's gathered his own food and picks at it. ]

[An annoyed grunt is Sefton's response, but Lance takes it, eats it, and doesn't feed any to his lap, shoulders or anywhere else. Apparently there is no guest anymore, Sefton! Isn't that nice?

[Then, done with food, he flips his cloak over himself and apparently goes right to sleep.]

[ Very. Sefton makes sure to finish as much as he served himself, then retrieves his blanket from the bag and curls up under it, falling asleep quite quickly. There's not trust that Lance will be there in the morning, but he has little choice about going to sleep now. ]

[And, naturally, within a half-hour Lance is up, cloak wrapped around himself and pack off the ground. He moves silently through the woods, leaving Sefton behind. He had a nap earlier, you see, and from the looks of it the brat will be asleep for some time yet. Lance, meanwhile, will be heading toward the mountains.]

[ Sefton doesn't locate Lance again until midday, although he seems more refreshed than he did the night before. There's still a slight pallor to him that there isn't usually. Too much ditching and forcing him to locate Lance through the unusual means... ]

Sir?

[Lance is perched on a rock, looking out over the forest and enjoying the warm breeze, without shadows. He doesn't look around.]

What?

I'd appreciate it if you stopped doing that.

I've no reason to.

It saves time and energy.

[ A lot of energy, on Sefton's part. ]

I didn't want you to begin with, brat. I've no reason to make it easy for you.

[Even if he has to grudging respect the boy's persistence--and magical ability. It's the only thing it could be.]

As you've made abundantly clear.

[ So... why hasn't he left yet? ]

Then stop complaining and bring the remainder of the food here.

[ He places it by Lance's side. What, was his master actually counting on Sefton returning today? ]

Where do we go after this, Sir?

Elsewhere.

[Without looking over he reaches out for the food. He's oddly tolerant at the moment, although that could be the result of leaving the pit of human wallowing and being in the mountains again.]

Elsewhere soon, or... elsewhere, I can...? [ Get some of his things out? ]

That is up to you.

[He intends to move on soon, but the lad can take as long as he wants.]

[ He'll take that as 'soon', then. The further Lance gets and the more often he has to track the knight down, the more it wears on the teenager. He doesn't complain, though he does sigh. ]

... Of course.

[Lance chooses to ignore the kid's irritation in favour of enjoying the breeze, the food and the view. And, just because he's a dick, he winds up staying there and waiting, on the rock, enjoying himself, even after he's done. Can't have the brat getting expectations, after all.]

[ Frustrating as it is, Sefton uses the time to doze. He tries to keep at least slightly aware in case Lance gets up and tries to leave without him, but the period of inactivity is... nice. No matter the fact that his life has now become a game of catch-up with a man who wants absolutely nothing to do with him and no one else will take him in. ]

[Naturally, as soon Lance thinks the teen is as deep as he's going to get, the redhead finally stirs, stretches, and stands from the rock, heading up the slope and around a boulder without even turning to look at Sefton or even a nary of a disturbed pebble.]

[ There's a shift of air, the feeling of absence near to him. He almost doesn't notice it, except his shoulder becomes cooler for it and he blinks open his eyes to see Lance nearly out of visual range.

With a frustrated grunt, he stands and grabs the bag in one motion and hurries after the man. ]

[Obviously the teen wasn't nearly as asleep as he'd seemed. He was quick, in more ways than one. Lance still hasn't decided if that's good or not, or if he ought to do away with the boy.

[He doesn't look around when he hears the footsteps. He just frowns slightly and keeps moving, perhaps just with a slightly faster step.]

[ Gnngh. Thanks, sir. ]

Are we heading to a town next, or...? Sir.

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