It's Midnight!
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tanarillToday, I joined the Amity Slash RP as Tucker. It is fun. I have no time, and going to spend all of it doing this.
So, yeah.
Title:D&D
Fandom: DP, which should not be owned by Butch Hartman but is; also D&D, owned by some people who make a lot of money off it. Sadly, they are not me.
Rating: G
Warnings: Slight innuendo
“I attack,” said Maddie, “with my broadsword.”
“Alright. The chart says that you have to do 1d6 to see if you hit. Four or higher says you do. And then if you hit you do 2d20 damage.” Vlad looked over at Maddie. “If you hit anything above a six, he’s dead pretty much automatically.”
Their dungeon master, Eugene said, “There’s no way she’ll manage it.”
Maddie picked up the die, shook it a few times and tossed it. It came up a six. “I hit.” She took the twenty-sided die, and threw that too. It showed a five. “Ten hit points,” she said aloud.
“The orc retaliates. It tries to hit you with its 2d10 club. 1d6 to see if it hits, two and up it does.” He rolled the six-sided die, which came up four, and then the ten-sided die, which came up two. “Four hit points, and you had nine left. You’re down to five.”
“I heal,” said Vlad calmly. “First Aid, heals 2d10.”
“You only have ne heal spells left for today,” said Eugene.
“I know.” The die was cast, and Maddie gained 14 hit points back.
“My turn!” shouted Jack, from Maddie’s other side. “I attack it too! And I have a bigger sword than Vlad! 1d6 above 3 to hit, 1d20+7 damage.”
Jack scored a 1 on his first roll, and missed the orc entirely. Worse yet, he hit Maddie for 12 damage, forcing Vlad to waste his turn invoking a minor healing spirit.
Maddie killed the orc on her next turn.
Title: Tressla
Fandom: Tangentially DP (C) Butch Hartman, but mostly the AS RP, (C) a bunch of crazy fangirls
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Contrary to popular belief, Tressla was not crazy.
Of course, this was only true because she had been so crazy for such a long time that eventually she had just passed all the way through. Her mind now lived on the other side of crazy, along with the very odd kind of sanity that can only exist there.
It was the kind of sanity that let her make up the rules to reality as she went along.
Tressla wanted a castle that would put the works of Escher to shame, so she had built it. She wanted a crown to make kings, and had smithed it. She wanted a ring to induce madness, for when she got tired of sanity; when she had briefly lost it, sometime during the sixth century, it had inspired the Nibelung. She wanted army boots, because they looked like the sort of thing that would be useful, and had (with the help of one Master of Time) retrieved a pair from the future and tricked them out. When the gods wanted weapons, they came to her for her spear, which she generally used to make island homes for herself.
Of course, she might be sane, but she was still a pervert. This was why all her inventions bore names that were more innuendo than common sense–and why people always looked a little as if they had bitten into a lemon while in her presence.
Title: Accident
Fandom: DP and AS RP. DP belongs to Hartman, but I am now part of the RP. Booyah!
Rating: G
Warnings: None
They got into the elevator just before the thing turned the corner, which meant a bare tentacle had slipped past the doors before they neatly snipped it off. They heard it bellowing on the other side of the doors, but now that they had some time.
“What exactly were you trying to do?” asked Vlad, and Kwan looked up to see Vlad finish becoming Plasmius.
“Summon a water elemental, sir,” mumbled Kwan into his hands. “I didn’t mean to summon that, I swear!”
“I believe you,” said Plasmius. “If only because I know you’re not stupid enough to deliberately summon something you can’t defeat. I’m going to fight it. You stay here.”
Later, after Vlad had fought it and won, he had Kwan help with the cleanup. He felt that having Kwan deal with the repercussions might keep the boy from making him rebuild Axion again.
The point was rather ruined when Kwan used some earth elementals to get the heavy physical labor done overnight.
The point that I am making is that more people than just Emmy and Kimu need to prompt me. Not that I don't like you two, but more people need to be vocal about what they like. This is my point. [Pokes] Y'hear that, people! These are free prompts open to everybody! Use this fact like a thing meant to be used!
So, yeah.
Title:D&D
Fandom: DP, which should not be owned by Butch Hartman but is; also D&D, owned by some people who make a lot of money off it. Sadly, they are not me.
Rating: G
Warnings: Slight innuendo
“I attack,” said Maddie, “with my broadsword.”
“Alright. The chart says that you have to do 1d6 to see if you hit. Four or higher says you do. And then if you hit you do 2d20 damage.” Vlad looked over at Maddie. “If you hit anything above a six, he’s dead pretty much automatically.”
Their dungeon master, Eugene said, “There’s no way she’ll manage it.”
Maddie picked up the die, shook it a few times and tossed it. It came up a six. “I hit.” She took the twenty-sided die, and threw that too. It showed a five. “Ten hit points,” she said aloud.
“The orc retaliates. It tries to hit you with its 2d10 club. 1d6 to see if it hits, two and up it does.” He rolled the six-sided die, which came up four, and then the ten-sided die, which came up two. “Four hit points, and you had nine left. You’re down to five.”
“I heal,” said Vlad calmly. “First Aid, heals 2d10.”
“You only have ne heal spells left for today,” said Eugene.
“I know.” The die was cast, and Maddie gained 14 hit points back.
“My turn!” shouted Jack, from Maddie’s other side. “I attack it too! And I have a bigger sword than Vlad! 1d6 above 3 to hit, 1d20+7 damage.”
Jack scored a 1 on his first roll, and missed the orc entirely. Worse yet, he hit Maddie for 12 damage, forcing Vlad to waste his turn invoking a minor healing spirit.
Maddie killed the orc on her next turn.
Title: Tressla
Fandom: Tangentially DP (C) Butch Hartman, but mostly the AS RP, (C) a bunch of crazy fangirls
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Contrary to popular belief, Tressla was not crazy.
Of course, this was only true because she had been so crazy for such a long time that eventually she had just passed all the way through. Her mind now lived on the other side of crazy, along with the very odd kind of sanity that can only exist there.
It was the kind of sanity that let her make up the rules to reality as she went along.
Tressla wanted a castle that would put the works of Escher to shame, so she had built it. She wanted a crown to make kings, and had smithed it. She wanted a ring to induce madness, for when she got tired of sanity; when she had briefly lost it, sometime during the sixth century, it had inspired the Nibelung. She wanted army boots, because they looked like the sort of thing that would be useful, and had (with the help of one Master of Time) retrieved a pair from the future and tricked them out. When the gods wanted weapons, they came to her for her spear, which she generally used to make island homes for herself.
Of course, she might be sane, but she was still a pervert. This was why all her inventions bore names that were more innuendo than common sense–and why people always looked a little as if they had bitten into a lemon while in her presence.
Title: Accident
Fandom: DP and AS RP. DP belongs to Hartman, but I am now part of the RP. Booyah!
Rating: G
Warnings: None
They got into the elevator just before the thing turned the corner, which meant a bare tentacle had slipped past the doors before they neatly snipped it off. They heard it bellowing on the other side of the doors, but now that they had some time.
“What exactly were you trying to do?” asked Vlad, and Kwan looked up to see Vlad finish becoming Plasmius.
“Summon a water elemental, sir,” mumbled Kwan into his hands. “I didn’t mean to summon that, I swear!”
“I believe you,” said Plasmius. “If only because I know you’re not stupid enough to deliberately summon something you can’t defeat. I’m going to fight it. You stay here.”
Later, after Vlad had fought it and won, he had Kwan help with the cleanup. He felt that having Kwan deal with the repercussions might keep the boy from making him rebuild Axion again.
The point was rather ruined when Kwan used some earth elementals to get the heavy physical labor done overnight.
The point that I am making is that more people than just Emmy and Kimu need to prompt me. Not that I don't like you two, but more people need to be vocal about what they like. This is my point. [Pokes] Y'hear that, people! These are free prompts open to everybody! Use this fact like a thing meant to be used!
