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Interested, and this will also be my first D&D session.
@Apollosarcher
I absolutely adore Ronin.
I absolutely adore Ronin.
Totally in!
Cold...Hurt...Monster!
The moment James woke up, he popped out of bed, much to his parents' surprise. For most of the summer, he had been lazing in his room for as long as humanly possible. It was always about midday by the time he went to visit Max. He showered, and got dressed quickly into the same clothes he always wore on his misadventures. His parents finally decided to say something. "Son, I understand that you are excited, but can you please tell us where you are going?" James turned around, his sunglasses in hand, backpack slung on his shoulder. "Library." He said, but for once it was actually true.
James loved his bike. It had always been there for him. Even at this moment. Max had been too afraid to come with him, so James was just going to solve this himself. Even as he thought it, he felt scared himself. His speech last night had all been craziness spouting from the fountain of words that was his mouth. SQUEAL! A car screeched out of James's way, and James swerved out of the road. Due to this split second decision, he fell off his bike into the nearby ditch. "Hey, Germ." James looked up, and went pale. It was the Owen brothers. Over time, they had ceased to become a threat, but without Max, he was toast.
James sighed. "Son of a bitch." He scrambled to his feet. "Hey guys. Nice summer?" The Owens looked at each other. "Shut the fuck up, Germ." The taller, and frankly, less terrifying one said. James turned to the opposite direction, and ran for his bike. In a second, he had reached it. In another, it was up. And by the time five seconds had passed, he was riding off. The Owen brothers were furious. "YOU'RE DEAD, GERM! HEAR ME? DEAD!" He held his middle finger high that day, until they started running after him. By the time he reached the library, he had lost the brothers and discovered a course of action. James had deduced that some of this might be related to the Egg Man. Now it was time to find out how he could find it.
James stepped up to the librarian's desk. "Excuse me ma'am, but do you have any books on the Egg Man?" She raised an eyebrow, but started to grab a particularly dusty journal, before James interrupted. "And can I have some paper and a pen?" Once the confused librarian gave him his materials, he set up at the nearest table and began to make a rough sketch of Brimstone, including every building, some of them overlapping from all the different years since the town was founded. He pored through the book, looking for any clues about where he could find it, until he found a certain section.
The men keep working, despite the horrors that come with the hard labor. Screams echo through the shafts as guttural howlings follow. And yet still, the men toil on, thinking the hole will never be finished.
James starting writing notes on the back.
Working?
Shafts?
Hole?
Screams?
Howling?
He frowned as he quickly worked out what the poor writer of this journal must be speaking of. The mines...And by extent, the worst place it could possibly be located. He stood up quickly, the chair scraping loudly. It was finally time to see if he could find the monster behind it.
The moment James woke up, he popped out of bed, much to his parents' surprise. For most of the summer, he had been lazing in his room for as long as humanly possible. It was always about midday by the time he went to visit Max. He showered, and got dressed quickly into the same clothes he always wore on his misadventures. His parents finally decided to say something. "Son, I understand that you are excited, but can you please tell us where you are going?" James turned around, his sunglasses in hand, backpack slung on his shoulder. "Library." He said, but for once it was actually true.
James loved his bike. It had always been there for him. Even at this moment. Max had been too afraid to come with him, so James was just going to solve this himself. Even as he thought it, he felt scared himself. His speech last night had all been craziness spouting from the fountain of words that was his mouth. SQUEAL! A car screeched out of James's way, and James swerved out of the road. Due to this split second decision, he fell off his bike into the nearby ditch. "Hey, Germ." James looked up, and went pale. It was the Owen brothers. Over time, they had ceased to become a threat, but without Max, he was toast.
James sighed. "Son of a bitch." He scrambled to his feet. "Hey guys. Nice summer?" The Owens looked at each other. "Shut the fuck up, Germ." The taller, and frankly, less terrifying one said. James turned to the opposite direction, and ran for his bike. In a second, he had reached it. In another, it was up. And by the time five seconds had passed, he was riding off. The Owen brothers were furious. "YOU'RE DEAD, GERM! HEAR ME? DEAD!" He held his middle finger high that day, until they started running after him. By the time he reached the library, he had lost the brothers and discovered a course of action. James had deduced that some of this might be related to the Egg Man. Now it was time to find out how he could find it.
James stepped up to the librarian's desk. "Excuse me ma'am, but do you have any books on the Egg Man?" She raised an eyebrow, but started to grab a particularly dusty journal, before James interrupted. "And can I have some paper and a pen?" Once the confused librarian gave him his materials, he set up at the nearest table and began to make a rough sketch of Brimstone, including every building, some of them overlapping from all the different years since the town was founded. He pored through the book, looking for any clues about where he could find it, until he found a certain section.
The men keep working, despite the horrors that come with the hard labor. Screams echo through the shafts as guttural howlings follow. And yet still, the men toil on, thinking the hole will never be finished.
James starting writing notes on the back.
Working?
Shafts?
Hole?
Screams?
Howling?
He frowned as he quickly worked out what the poor writer of this journal must be speaking of. The mines...And by extent, the worst place it could possibly be located. He stood up quickly, the chair scraping loudly. It was finally time to see if he could find the monster behind it.
@T Risket
Sounds good to me.
Sounds good to me.
@Stitches
James's is Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart.
James's is Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart.
As the boys rode back home, James was silent, in shock of the events that had unfolded. It suddenly occurred to him he had seen that girl before. Max and James had been shocked to see her in the arcade a couple of times. They had always been too nervous to introduce themselves. Especially James. However, he had been able to gather that her name was Emma from people around town. He hadn't told Max, mostly because he didn't want to creep Max out.
When the James pulled up into the driveway of his house, he looked at Max. "I thought that she moved away. Because becoming a hobo who can throw people into the air is definetly not my definition of moving away." He pulled off his sunglasses, sticking them into his coat pocket. "Let's just go inside." He walked up to his room, ignoring his parents when they asked how the library was. When he entered his room, he started pacing.
"Things are happening in this town. Things that defy the natural order of reality itself. Hobo girls flinging people into the air? And then there’s the pets that just suddenly disappear. That doesn’t happen. Max, something has happened to our town. And I aim to figure it out. I have no doubt it’ll be dangerous, and we might even get caught up in something we shouldn’t be a part of. But we might just be able to find something out.
“This world has natural laws. And because of...whatever came to this town, those laws are being broken. And think about it. Those pets going missing? Soon it might be people. Or even one of us. I can’t let that happen. Now, are you going to help me find out what’s wrong with our town or not?"
When the James pulled up into the driveway of his house, he looked at Max. "I thought that she moved away. Because becoming a hobo who can throw people into the air is definetly not my definition of moving away." He pulled off his sunglasses, sticking them into his coat pocket. "Let's just go inside." He walked up to his room, ignoring his parents when they asked how the library was. When he entered his room, he started pacing.
"Things are happening in this town. Things that defy the natural order of reality itself. Hobo girls flinging people into the air? And then there’s the pets that just suddenly disappear. That doesn’t happen. Max, something has happened to our town. And I aim to figure it out. I have no doubt it’ll be dangerous, and we might even get caught up in something we shouldn’t be a part of. But we might just be able to find something out.
“This world has natural laws. And because of...whatever came to this town, those laws are being broken. And think about it. Those pets going missing? Soon it might be people. Or even one of us. I can’t let that happen. Now, are you going to help me find out what’s wrong with our town or not?"
“You ok bud? You sound better, thanks to Darth Vader there.” James smiled. "Who knew a dark lord could come through when I need him?" It never failed to make James smile. “How about we go ahead and just...check out the kitchen for a couple minutes? That should be good enough for everybody outside...I mean, it's not like there is even a time limit or anything, right?” James stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well, on one hand, I want to go home. On the other hand, I'll do this anyways." He crept into the kitchen with Max. Max sometimes jumped headfirst into things like these.
James carefully reached for the mysterious cupboard, and opened it. A man jumped out at him in a mask, waving a knife like a crazy person. "OH SWEET JESUS!" James yelled, falling back. He scampered back and quickly stood back, his eyes wide open. His mind calmly rationalized it must have been another high schooler, but the rest of him said, 'RUN AWAY!'. He was fighting a battle between the two.
James had a history of being scared. His first halloween alone was a good example of that. He was walking alone (at this point in time he wasn't lucky enough to have Max by his side) and a bunch of high schoolers thought it would be cool to chase after him. Unfortunately, during the chase, he dropped all his candy. Twas a dark day for children everywhere. Wait, no, just for James. Then, there was the time at the Comic Cavern, where an old guy had followed him in and just...kept staring. It felt unnatural and James hurried home after that.
Point is, people liked to scare James. Because they always got a reaction out of him. It wasn't like he could control it. It wasn't like he was somehow better to scare than someone else who scared easily. People just found him to be...in reach. He wasn't guarded by three bodyguards. He didn't have a humvee. He had an old bike. So people found ways to get him. He tried to stop it, but they were like forces of nature.
James carefully reached for the mysterious cupboard, and opened it. A man jumped out at him in a mask, waving a knife like a crazy person. "OH SWEET JESUS!" James yelled, falling back. He scampered back and quickly stood back, his eyes wide open. His mind calmly rationalized it must have been another high schooler, but the rest of him said, 'RUN AWAY!'. He was fighting a battle between the two.
James had a history of being scared. His first halloween alone was a good example of that. He was walking alone (at this point in time he wasn't lucky enough to have Max by his side) and a bunch of high schoolers thought it would be cool to chase after him. Unfortunately, during the chase, he dropped all his candy. Twas a dark day for children everywhere. Wait, no, just for James. Then, there was the time at the Comic Cavern, where an old guy had followed him in and just...kept staring. It felt unnatural and James hurried home after that.
Point is, people liked to scare James. Because they always got a reaction out of him. It wasn't like he could control it. It wasn't like he was somehow better to scare than someone else who scared easily. People just found him to be...in reach. He wasn't guarded by three bodyguards. He didn't have a humvee. He had an old bike. So people found ways to get him. He tried to stop it, but they were like forces of nature.
Interested.
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