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meme } { random rp shenanigans

OKAY. My tags are low which naturally means I should be doing open RP things for all the world. Therefore! TAG IN. You can either request a character and/or a type of scene, or tell me to surprise you (surprises will most likely end in crack), and I will lob people in your direction. If you want a specific verse to go with that person, specify.

I'm easy. Just tell me what you want to play and we will play it.

TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

THREE TWO ONE GO.

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"That's an interesting kind of busy," Bo stammers before she gets to the second half of that and ducks just to avoid the punch. She just barely misses the hit before straightening again.

"Good plan. But I don't know how much we'll be able to fake our way of this. Not unless I ... improvise."

"Well, I would assume that we're improvising in some way or another, as we're not really set on beating the heck out of each other with our fists until one of us bleeds to death in a possibly dramatic way," Sparky says. "And yes, it is an interesting way to keep busy, but that's what time travel does to you. All sorts of interesting things."

She's still busy attacking Bo, but it's a little lackluster right now. She's not really feeling the righteous revolutionary rage.

"Time travel? Really?"

Bo, now is not the time to have this conversation.

"Never mind. We can talk about that later." She pauses to throw some half-hearted punches of her own, before dodging one. "We just have to figure out who to improvise on first."

"I'm afraid to admit that you are possibly confusing me at the moment, when you speak of improvising on people," Sparky says, wishing she had thought to put her hair up in a braid before being dragged down into the pit. "However, I would love to tell you, at a point more reasonable, about my time traveling shenanigans, as Walter would call them in his crude way."

She drops her guard for a moment and gets smacked in the face, but the punches are so light that the crowd isn't impressed at all.

Bo winces at that, not really caring about the crowd. "Sorry."

She really needs to get them out of here.

"Okay. I'm going to go for the ringleader. Get ready to make a break for it." She's really hoping that ogre standing in the corner is as strong as he looks. "Ready?"

"I do feel obligated to tell you that while you look formidable, it seems like you are holding your punches, and as such, it does not actually hurt," Sparky says.

She follows Bo's eyes, but she still doesn't understand.

"I haven't felt this lost since I was a child. I'm not entirely sure what I ought to be ready for."

"Close enough."

Bo doesn't really think it matters. There's no way she's going to be ready for this. Instead of throwing her punch at the human in front of her, she runs for the grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him in closer.

Her eyes flash blue and she can feel the ogre's chi start to sprial from the fae into Bo.

Sparky really doesn't know what to say, which is something incredible, considering how she usually has the right words for the situation.

So she stands there awkwardly, whistling as Bo does... whatever she's doing. Hopefully it'll turn into something good. The worst case scenario, they get to be stuck fighting each other to the death again. Eventually, she speaks up.

"If you don't mind my interruption or asking, what exactly are you doing at this moment?"

Bo breaks the connection, feeling the ogre's strength roll through her before she rears back and clocks him hard across the face. The ogre drops like a stack of bricks.

"Later," she says as she reaches back and grabs Sparky's hand. "C'mon."

And now they're running.

Yes. They are running. This surprises Sparky. Not that she's not used to running, but that they are running in this exact moment. And the fact that the ogre is gone.

"I think the crowd is actually finding this enjoyable," Sparky says, looking around as she does.

"They love a good upset."

However, the other fae weren't quite ready for them to leave and start to swarm the exit, and Bo needs to let go of Sparky's hand to get things going.

"Stay close."

If only she had her laser pistol. With a sidekick, Sparky keeps someone from getting too close to her and a couple more swings keeps her from straying too far from Bo.

"You can call me Sparky, by the way," she shouts over the din.

She ducks, dodges a punch, and takes the Red Cap who was guarding the door to the ground. "I'm Bo. C'mon. We're running again."

She grabs her hand and shoves open the door, before leading them back into the street.

Sparky breaths in a sigh of relief once they get to the streets. "I'm thinking that we should probably keep going, if we'd like to not, ah, be confined again."

She doesn't know where they could go. She doesn't even recognize this place. It's a lot nicer looking than home, though.

"Yeah. Probably a good idea."

Bo sighs softly as she tries to catch her breath. She's unaligned, so technically neither side can hold her, but she doesn't want to go back into a den of dark fae either.

Home is -- well, home is a ways away, but they should at least keep moving.

"C'mon. My place is this way."

"Thank you, for everything," Sparky says, looking lost as they make their way through the streets. "It's so bright here, really."

There's no rubble and ruins, no bombs and hideouts. "This is something rather awkward to ask, but do you mind telling me where and when I am?"

The narration isn't entirely sure where Bo actually lives. They're pretty sure it's somewhere in Canada, so they're going to role with that for right now.

"The year is 2012," she says slowly, before tipping her head to the side. "This is going back to that time travel thing, right?"

Canada it is.

"Well, I guess I can say that I'm stuck right in the middle, in a manner of speaking," Sparky says. "I was just coming from World War III, which is a ways a way, but I spent my childhood in what would be called the Victorian era."

She pauses, looking around. "Do you think it is possible for us to stop running long enough for me to light a cigarette?"

Bo glances back over her shoulder, looking to see if they are being followed, before nodding. "Sure. Looks like they decided they had better things to do."

She's probably going to hear it from the Ash later, but that's not something she's going to worry about now. She slows to a stop and turns back to look at her. She can't help it. She has to ask. "So. How exactly did you wind up in World War III?"

"I happened to be mistaken for a black market parts dealer at the ripe age of 12," Sparky says, pausing and pulling a pack of cigarettes from her bodice. A strike of a match later and she's puffing away.

"The funny part was, I happened to actually be a black market parts dealer of a sort at one point in my life, so it's more like I just got pulled from the wrong point in time."

"Funny the way the world works," Bo says with a nod. She's quiet for a moment before pointing back in the direction they came. "You probably are wondering what I did there ... "

And she will happily accept a 'No, it's alright, Bo. You don't have to explain' but she has a feeling that when you're talking to a time traveler, that's not going to be the answer you get.

"Walter says I have an insatiable sense of curiosity," Sparky says. "Although he says it in much cruder words."

She offers Bo a cigarette and shrugs. "It's a flaw of mine, liking to know things."

Bo shakes her head. Smoking isn't really her thing. "Well, this one you might wish you didn't."

A deep breath.

"I'm a succubus."

Sparky tucks the pack of cigarettes back in her bodice. More cigarettes for her.

"So, you're a succubus and I'm a black market parts dealer," she says. "Makes me wonder what the betting pool was like."

She laughs. "Considering my reputation? Odds were probably on me. No offense."

Though she thinks that the betters should have known better, given that reputation. Being unaligned had it's benefits and it's detriments. "I'm probably the only unaligned Fae around, so there are a lot of ... rumors. Add to the fact that you're human, and I don't think they were expecting you to make it out."

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