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retrospec2017-11-05 10:18 am
elevelvetor) wrote in retrospec2017-11-05 10:18 am
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03 | what will you do?
good morning, Retrospec.
today, i'm hosting a choose-your-own-adventure... adventure!
if you would like to play, simply read the rest of my post and reply with your action; i shall supplement all details.
if you don't wish to, then simply keep scrolling.
thank you.
now, without further ado...
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Night has fallen on the sleepy seaside town of Willin' Wisp. The full moon casts her ethereal light on the cobblestone pavement and rough, shanty houses of the area you're in. Once famed for being a rich fishing town, Willin' Wisp has largely fallen into disrepair in the last fifteen years. Those that could fix it do not, enjoying their time eating rare, tropical fish imported from the capital of Helena instead. The town is staying afloat, but only just by the skin of its teeth, thanks to its oil business.
You are standing outside of the town's most famous tavern, though "most famous" makes it sound a little more glorious than simply "the only tavern in town." Inside the tavern, people shout and cheer and are generally incredibly loud, contrasting with the dead quiet that litters the streets.
There are exits to the south, east, and west of you. To the south is the tavern. To the east is one half of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the cemetery, the church, and the docks, where the oil businesses run their businesses. To the west is the rest of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the market, an area that is genuinely booming during the day.
What will you do?
today, i'm hosting a choose-your-own-adventure... adventure!
if you would like to play, simply read the rest of my post and reply with your action; i shall supplement all details.
if you don't wish to, then simply keep scrolling.
thank you.
now, without further ado...
===============================================================================================================================
Night has fallen on the sleepy seaside town of Willin' Wisp. The full moon casts her ethereal light on the cobblestone pavement and rough, shanty houses of the area you're in. Once famed for being a rich fishing town, Willin' Wisp has largely fallen into disrepair in the last fifteen years. Those that could fix it do not, enjoying their time eating rare, tropical fish imported from the capital of Helena instead. The town is staying afloat, but only just by the skin of its teeth, thanks to its oil business.
You are standing outside of the town's most famous tavern, though "most famous" makes it sound a little more glorious than simply "the only tavern in town." Inside the tavern, people shout and cheer and are generally incredibly loud, contrasting with the dead quiet that litters the streets.
There are exits to the south, east, and west of you. To the south is the tavern. To the east is one half of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the cemetery, the church, and the docks, where the oil businesses run their businesses. To the west is the rest of Mulberry Lane, which leads to the market, an area that is genuinely booming during the day.
What will you do?
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I go to the west.
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Will you investigate, or will you continue on?
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His coloring is indistinguishable, due to nightvision only working in black and white, but he seems to be on the lighter side of the spectrum; he's dressed richly, with jewelry decorating his fingers and a crown shoved uncomfortably onto his head to keep it from falling off. The cat-person doesn't stir as you approach him.
What will you do?
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Crouch down to help, of course. I'll check for his pulse and for fever. Is he alive?
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At your touching, he shifts and speaks in a high, lilting voice, "Who's there? Don't touch me, or I'll have your hands removed. Don't even look at me."
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What do you mean I'm a similar species?
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As for your species... You are a cat-person like him, more or less, though thanks to your mother's side, you look a fair bit more human normal cat-people. The only noticeably cat-like things about you, in fact, are the ears you can safely hide beneath a hat, and the long tail that curls around your waist, acting as a belt. You are slightly hairier than an ordinary human, but nothing that would draw attention immediately.
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[ ..........did she just c/p her last sentence to be a smartass
maybe
look, she gets along with sena, what were you expecting ]
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While you have had this internal discussion between you and the apparent God of your world, the cat-man from before has finally managed to pull himself to standing. He holds his head high, similar to a prince, but sways slightly where he is. He gives you a curt nod and begins to stumble off in the direction of another alley across the street, confidently having no idea where he's going.
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I stop the idiot before he injures himself further. Tell him he's an idiot, too. It's something he should know.
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He gives you another curt nod, steps on his own tail as he moves to continue leaving, and yelps as he slams onto the ground in the graceful pose known as "face down, ass up" among the commonfolk.
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