meme } { random rp shenanigans

[iluvroadrunner6]

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.

Comments

[dontkanyeme]

"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."

[followmedown]

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.

[dontkanyeme]

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.

[followmedown]

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.

[dontkanyeme]

"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."

[followmedown]

"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?"

[dontkanyeme]

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?"

[followmedown]

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?"

[dontkanyeme]

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?"

[followmedown]

"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."

[dontkanyeme]

"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.

[followmedown]

"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."

[dontkanyeme]

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."

[followmedown]

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."

[dontkanyeme]

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."

[followmedown]

"None taken," Sparky says. "Considering they took away all of my weapons I was expecting to die."

Which is something she's used to, considering she pits herself against something bigger and scarier almost every day of her life. "I more am just thinking about how high exactly the odds were."

[dontkanyeme]

Bo pauses for a moment, before shrugging. "Probably pretty high. Fae versus human is usually pretty heavily weighted in the fae's favor. They're a little biased that way."