Paint the Town! [Closed]

[Hirosame]

Rolling around at the speed of sou- Wrong way to start this off. This isn't a Sonic rip-off. No, this is Hiro's own thing. This was something he'd wanted to do for a while now. The wheels were rolling, ground moved below him quickly, and the wind rushed across his body as he went along. Hiro was riding around on his skateboard that he had crafted, looking for a place in one of the back alleys of London to start off his new style of Sigilmaking: Sigil Graffiti. It would be a secret mark that, if one touched the sigil, they would be given a small stat buff, depending on the type he made. But, he needed to find a good place to set up the first of the sigils around town, which was precisely why he asked for a bit of help. His help would show up soon enough, of course, but he was on his way to the first location he had written down on his memo. His helpers would come along in due time, and give him some ideas on what he should make up on the walls. He was going to hide the sigils in some of the words in graffiti, and only those whom he tells will know where the sigils are.

Hiro had one thing added to his attire today. He had crafted a hat for himself not too long ago, back when he was a Tailor. And, this was it. At this point in time, now, he looked just like his character back on Mabinogi, which meant the world to him. However, this game required him to wear a white tank top underneath his clothing, just so exhibitionists didn't go around scarring the younger players and Landers nearby. This didn't bother him much, since his blue dress shirt was actually quite comfortable and light, so it kind of felt like he wasn't wearing anything aside from the tank top. But, that's beside the point for now. Hiro was riding through the back streets, going to one spot where he was going to meet up with a friend or two, since he had asked for a bit of help. He was still a little ways away from the place where he was to rendezvous, but he loved the feeling of going fast and traveling great distances in a short period of time. It would take at least three more minutes to get to the place, but he was still making good time.

He finally made his way into the main streets of the city, barreling out from the back street. He weaved his way through people that were walking the same way he was going, and got yelled at a bit by fellow adventurers for almost hitting them. A few moments later, Hiro reached the hill just before the market district, and saw that only a few people were walking along it today. Smirking greatly, Hiro performed an Olie into the air, and started to ride the hill down. His speed increased significantly as his board and body moved ferociously down the hill. Nearing the base of it, he jumped into the air again, and spun around in a complete 360 turn. The monk weaved through the people in the market district, and started to swerve his board around to lose some speed. Hiro arrived at the front of the tavern that he had asked the others to come meet him at, and kicked the board up into his hand. He proceeded to lean against the tavern's wall, waiting for the others to arrive. He looked up to the sky, adjusting his hat a bit to get a good look up at the clouds. Hopefully, they wouldn't get yelled at by any police or anything. Or, maybe it would be fun if they did. Running away on skateboards and roller blades would be kinda fun, actually! He snickered, folding his arms, and looking towards the street, waiting for the others to come.

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Tags: Tobin, @0x1dea, Capsule, @dindeen, Kumori

((OOC: You guys don't have to join if you're too busy. Just thought this would be fun to do what with skateboards and roller blades being a thing. And yeah, I know the crafts haven't been confirmed, but it's more than likely going to be. Why not have some fun before then, y'know?))

[Capsule]

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Fiver sniffed dubiously at the skateboard resting beneath Capsule's feet. The two of them were sitting on a park bench, surrounded by beautiful flowers and birds. Despite all of the gorgeous scenery - from the frolicking common rabbits and butterflies, to the few happy couples cuddled up on grass or blankets - Capsule had her face buried in some dusty old book with a title scribbled in Germanic runes. Fiver sighed and dropped onto his side, where he lied for a few moments before rolling back and forth. Sometimes the rabbit wondered why he even bothered to stick around, since he had long been freed from the Enchanter's services. Capsule, on the other hand, was trying to decipher a particularly faded page on some long forgotten hero.

The rabbit jumped up in alarm when the odd board beneath Capsule's feet suddenly moved from side to side. The woman was doing this absentmindedly, and probably would not realize she was doing so unless someone else pointed it out. ”That librarian is really bad at her job,” she muttered to herself as she narrowed her eyes at a patch of virtually unidentifiable letters. This book was rather poorly taken care of, and it would be a shame if this information had not been copied over onto fresher parchment before it deteriorated to this stage.

A light film of dust plumed into the air as she gently shut the book. Fiver wrinkled his nose in distaste at the dust polluting the otherwise clear air. It dawned onto him that Capsule had very little appreciation for the grand outdoors. It only became evident when she slammed one foot into the far left end of the board, smashing the blue wheels into a patch of small, red flowers. He could have eaten those! Fiver growled softly at the orange and black board now in Capsule's arms. He still could not fathom how such a thing worked, nor how the woman could keep her balance on it and command it to move. Sure, Capsule was a wizard, but he had never figured her to be a wind wizard. Keeping up with her while she was on the go was just the worse - "Capsule," the rabbit cried out in exasperation.

Capsule heard the rabbit's plaintive cry, but did not slow down or deviate from her direction. Instead, she picked up more speed as she left the grassy area and hopped onto the street, swerving to avoid a small kid pulling a cart of pottery. Hiro was the main reason she was cruising along right now, and she was also on her way to meet up with him and apparently a few others who had been gifted skateboards or roller skates. She honestly did not care much for the whole tagging scene, but eh. If it gave her a chance to mess with authority, why not? Plus, there was always the wild shenanigans to be had when running from the Royal Guard or agitated Adventurers.

"Capsule! Wait for me, onegai!" Capsule slowed down long enough for the poor rabbit to slump across the middle of the board, before kicking off and speeding up again. Fiver pulled himself up into a sitting position, head low and claws dug firmly into the board. His mistress performed less tricks with him on board (pun not intended), though the dreaded ollie over a chair made him squeak in fear.

The skateboard rocked dangerously as Capsule navigated around London to the marketplace, searching for a certain tavern where she was to meet a certain redhead. She resisted the urge to jump and spin her board underneath her, for fear of scaring Fiver further. The board was allowed to coast down the street instead, occasionally zipping around startled pedestrians and cabbage vendors. Finally, Capsule spotted the young Monk, and eased up on her skateboard to slow her forward momentum. Fiver remained on the skateboard once it stopped, though he had relocated himself to the very front of it, resting in the spot where Capsule's forward leaning foot had once been. Now it was resting against the ground, keeping the board parked. ”Yo, Hiro,” she said, nodding in acknowledgement to her fellow redhead.

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Ox didn’t know what to say when he had received a skateboard from his Monk friend. Many years ago back in the real world, there was a time when Ox had actually tried skateboards once. Once. The only reason it was once was because he learned the hard way that when you mount the board, you’re not supposed to jump right on the middle of it. That, and it’s also good way to get splinters lodged in your ankles. A fresh breeze ruffled the loose jacket Oxford was wearing. He could almost feel a nip in the air, a reminder that summer did not last forever. Some of the Landers were walking around with a little more clothing as well. One over-protective mother already had her child bundled up in layers of clothes already. On and on Oxford walked, trying to find a slope of some kind to help the guardian reach terminal velocity. Making sure his board before he could get on, Ox tenderly stepped onto the board. The shifting of his weight was enough encouragement for the board as it began to barrel down the slope. Luckily, the road was clear of pedestrians, most of them sticking to the shops and establishments that lined its sides. If he remembered correctly, the tavern he was supposed to rendezvous at should be down this road. Ox looked at the buildings as he skated by, only realizing he needed to stop when he noticed two blurs of red as he zoomed by. “Crap, I overshot it.” That was the first problem. The second problem was figuring out how to brake. How do you do that? Jump off? No, I bet I have to take my foot and- Nevermind, the problem solved itself when the guardian crashed into a mess of barrels. Their contents of tavern brewery spilled everywhere, soaking the street with more spirits than a Shaman could channel. A satchel of gold traded hands as Ox apologized for his careless skating, then picked up his board out of the wreckage of the barrels. Ox waved to Hirosame and Capsule as he wrung the alcohol out of his jacket.

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Not my best post. I will figure out how to make dwarf even more hipsta in a bit)

Word Count: 761

"Oh, great. I always wanted to be a hipsta since I was short."

The Dwarf grumbled as he examined the roller-skates with a critical eye, back in the real world the he had never quite caught on with the roller-skating fad that had gripped some subcultures by storm. The closest he had been to extreme was that time was back in the real world when he was a young by trying to learn to ride his bike. Tobin remembered it like it was yesterday...

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"DAD! I told you I can't ride a bike!"

"Son, you will never know unless you try, you need to pick up speed and keep going son. Theres a whole road ahead of ya."

It was the summer of 2005 and, as most children did they went on vaccation. Unfortunately like many children of his age this time was considered bonding time between father and son, and in this case it involved teaching his rather dull boy how to ride a bike. The setup was simple, the farm that they camped at lay ontop of a hill with a commanding view of the fields all round, For part of the way there was a steep incline and a continuous road that stretched half a mile. It was hardly rocket science. The lad was in the springtime of his youth, with a thick untamed tuft of brown hair.

"But m-my balance is"

"Stop being a faggot and give it a try. Gotta go fast son."

"O-ok"

And with a gulp and a blink he rode, the gears turned as he peddled slowly, soon as the gravity caught him the frame started to hurtle down the hill, the rough stone floor a blur. In sheer panic the lad jammed on the breaks and with a jerk the big lad was flung down the slopes, Gavin had barely made it down ¼ the down when he had fallen, but by the stones had stopped flying he had found himself at the foot of the slope by the time he came to.

“Ahah… I am alive.”

Though shaken, he was amazed found himself not to be seriously hurt aside from a few cuts and rapidly swelling bruses. The laugh was cut short when he saw the familier authority figure sprint down, the lad scambled to his feet and spread his arms wide, showing he was alright and expecting confort. What he hadn’t expected was the left hook that rendered him unconscious for a few seconds longer.

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“Gahhh, Repressed childhood memories ho.”

The dwarf let a slightly uneasy chuckle go as he dispelled that and turned his gaze back to the rollerskates. To say they were skates was perhaps a tad of an understatement, as they had the appearance of highly streamlined bricks. Of course this in itself was necessary due to the dwarf’s somewhat distorted preportions to fit his gigantic feet and you know what they say about men with big feet? They need dockoff SHOES. In any case, everything he had requested were on it, height enhancement platforms? Check, Red to go faster? Check. Big purple racing strips? Check. Big effing gold T for self-advertisement on the back? Also check. The dwarf sighed as he sat up on the bed and fixed the contraption to his feet.

“Well, I guess it be in the racial description ta be a hipsta...”

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Would it be terribly boring to have two posts in a row consisting of people crashing, wouldn’t it? Unfortunately tha’ were precisely what was about ta be happenin’. The dwarf rather stupidly chose to take a fairly direct route to the ventuue, this meant goin’ down ta’ hill ther’

“AHHHHHH SHEEEEE, WATCH’ YA SELF! Recurrin’ Gag’ comin’ on through! GOTTAGOFAST."

Lik’a fatteh thunder bolt ta dwarf were goin’ down atta quite some pace, he were screamin’ all ta way in ta distinctly unmanleh mannur. In a despite attempt ta be stoppin’, ta dwarf attemptin’ ta do a handstand’ like his ol’ granddad, thou’ he be dead so he be skiddin’ down ta road ta rest ata ta two redheads ‘n’ the masculine fella. Least he didn’t wreak anythin’ tis hour as he stood up, brushed oaf th’ –iron body- and chuckled as he dismussed ta entir’ incident.

“Least I stopped befar ta lights, wait, wah me auther be writin’ in pirate?”

-Dun’t cha be askin’ now dwarf, just geve me ta booteh ‘n’ good interest rat’.-

Ta dwarf frowned, tis be soam crazeh sheeete rite ‘ere.

“Well, guess tis a pleasure ta meet some of ta again.”