RP MEME: MEDIEVAL TIMES

[cerebel]

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. ???

Comments

Charles Xavier | X-Men First Class | AU or canon

[mutantlifeguard]

3 & 7 (whichever Charles you'd like)

[ghostlighter]

[ Yeah, that was totally some dude in a button-down and jeans tumbling out of the completely solid brick of your dungeon cell and crashing into the opposite wall.

S'up. ]

1, lmfao

[mutantlifeguard]

[ OH WHAT UP it's Prince Charles, heir to the throne and a telepath who's used to things somewhat out of the ordinary. ]

Halt there.

this will be fun.

[ghostlighter]

[ He takes a moment to simply, you know, rub at his face because OW.

Then he looks around. Shit. What have you done, Leo? Speaking of... where is his errant past-father? ]

Uh... hail?

[mutantlifeguard]

Oh, for God's sake. Is this supposed to be a break-in or a break-out?

[ghostlighter]

Neither. It's supposed to be a break-home... [ But clearly that isn't happening! He gives a slight glare to the ceiling. Gdi Leo. ]

1 & 6

[fadedchampion]

[There's a redhead hiding behind one of the displayed suits of armour. Judging by his dress, he's a servant--cleanish but not exactly perfectly-made clothes. He's also concentrating on his hands and the flashes of light he keeps conjuring. Magic is not the purview of servants, after all.

[He's got a massive dog at his side--one of the kitchen hounds, who doesn't seem to be paying much attention to his appointed duty as guard.]

3

[mutantlifeguard]

[In time, he may notice that he's being watched.

Charles, the court magician, keeps a close eye on him. He's long suspected this particular servant of some magical power. Good to know that his senses aren't dull.]

[fadedchampion]

[Eventually, the dog does notice they're being watched and barks happily. Garrett jumps in surprise, light and flames spilling out over his hand from the ball he was trying to push it into as he lets it dispel and tries to hide it behind his body.

[His jump knocks the armour and makes it rattle violently; he snatches up his rag and makes like he was polishing before he got startled, straightening the greaves and glancing over his shoulder. All in all it's actually pretty smooth a cover--as long as his stalker wasn't already expecting something else, of course.]

[mutantlifeguard]

Awareness of your surroundings. [Charles steps closer.] If you're going to practice magic, you might want to make sure you're alone first.

[fadedchampion]

Who, me? Magic?

[Have a wide-eyed, innocent look.]

Forgive me, Ser Charles, I've no idea what you mean.

1, 5

[eternal_maze]

[It's late at night, but one can still find a slight figure with dark hair inspecting the castle's siege defenses. Word has come that there's an army on its way, another territorial squabble (to be honest, she didn't really pay attention to whose it was; this happens often enough that she can't bother remembering), and things have to be in tip-top shape.]

6!

[mutantlifeguard]

[And over the top of the wall, a servant bustles along, quietly through the dark.

His steps slow, abruptly. He pauses.

And his hand lifts slowly to his temple. He senses something wrong...]

[eternal_maze]

[Things seem to be in order. The cannons, under her watch, have been well-maintained and improved over their earlier designs—while the local lord had not quite known what to make of the dark-haired, stony-faced girl from the east, her results had been inarguable.

And yet...

It's quiet tonight. A light breeze; she can hear the earliest of the birds twittering and the light footfalls of a servant or two going about their business. And—

What was that—

There's a flash and a bang and Homura is knocked back by the blast of half their crates of gunpowder on this wall going up in flames—just in time to have an arrow whiz right through where her nose would have been.

Oh, now it's on.]

[mutantlifeguard]

[A telepathic shove knocks the arrow out of its way, and it barely misses a guard on the battlements. A female guard -- Homura, of course, he's seen her around before, and oh god, another volley of arrows and Charles ducks under a wall.

Damn.

He's trapped.]

[eternal_maze]

[Even as the volley of arrows embeds itself in the wall behind her, Homura is in action, Soul Gem in hand, and a moment later emerges from a flash of purple light having abandoned her Western guard's togs in favor of her Puella Magi gear.

With one fluid motion, she draws her matchlock rifle and searches for a target; the explosion has wreaked havoc on her night vision, but—there. She fires, and the saboteur is down.

There's a yelp from above; probably the servant she heard passing by earlier. At least someone else is awake at this hour.]

You! Can you get to the bell? Someone's got to sound an alarm!

[She ducks behind the ramparts and allows herself a couple second of closing her eyes—hopefully enough to restore her night vision.]

3 & 3, whichever Charles :3

[seriousmarauder]

[Sirius has been in the dungeon for five years now, though he's lost track of the time. Of course the court magician would get blamed for unexplainable murders. Crimes he never committed. Never WOULD have committed.

The man responsible was one of his best friends, and has taken his place as court magician. But nobody believes him, not even the other prisoners. So he simply tries to survive, clinging to the knowledge of his innocence.]

3. Pff.

[mutantlifeguard]

[What up, Sirius, you now have a cell-mate. Charles is tossed in, lands roughly on the dirt, and barely has time to give a 'hey!' before they lock him in irons and leave him, locking the door behind them.

Charles smiles at Sirius.]

Hello there.

|D

[seriousmarauder]

[It takes him a moment to realize Charles is there; when he does, he simply raises an eyebrow]

You're awfully cheerful, considering.

[mutantlifeguard]

That would be because I plan to escape.

[He frowns at his cuffs.]

[seriousmarauder]

[he tilts his head a bit] And how d'you plan on doing that, exactly?

2, 2 (whichever Charles)

[original_fine]

[There's nothing like a breather after a long journey. James enters the tavern with an unconscious swagger. The dust of the road clinging to him cannot the spirit beneath, and he sits at a table with an erect posture, a smile, and a request for food and drink.]

6, lol tavern boy

[mutantlifeguard]

[Charles approaches, breathless, a little flushed (he's been drinking). Smiles at Jim. The cheer is mostly superficial; he's trapped here. He's powerful, he's alone, and the tavern owner knows how easy it would be to have Charles burned as a witch.

And so Charles spends his days making sure no customers make trouble. As a result, this is the best tavern in the area. By far.]

What can I get you, friend?

[original_fine]

[Sir James smiles, but it's an easy, unconsidered smile. He's not here to make trouble, but he's not thinking about anything but his own situation right now. As a result, there's a warmth there that, while not false, is not deep, either.]

Ale. And whatever you have on the fire. I've been traveling all day, and hot food would be a pleasure.

[mutantlifeguard]

[ A nod. ] Right away.

[ Charles spoons up a nice hearty bowl and a flagon of ale. The better sort, for a knight. Sets it down, and leans on the bar across from James. ]

Where are you heading, friend?