Ragnarok shook his head. "Not FRIENDS, necessarily, rather STUDENTS. All my friends are dead." Ragnarok said, smiling acidly. With that, he ran off, the sword in hand.
"Yeah," Parora said, "Got a map?"
"Look, it's a long story. Anyhow, maybe if I go this wa-Nooooooope, that's an alle y with a gang in it." Parora said, almost stepping into trouble.
I'll take Neku.(Please keep a general note that I have never heard of, nor have have I played, nor do I have a DS to play TWEWY on. So if I make things wrong and stupid sounding, just remember. I've played a thousand+ games, but have never laid my callused gamer hands on the DS game TWEWY.)
"Shutup. How would YOU like to be put under a Magician's Blanket?" Ragnarok said, glaring at himself for not knowing the releasing words. "My throat's dry because I was thirsty and I couldn't get the h*ll up." Ragnarok sat down against a tree.
OOC: Sheesh, I need a new computer altogether. Not only is the virus slowly and painfully getting worse, but to keep my friends out of trouble(or get them into it, it was their faults), I had to make a whole new file to keep their cr*p in. -_-'' Somebody help me... BIC: "Uh... left, I think, then just keep going down that road and turn right... or was it turn right and keep going then turn left? Oh god, I got lost in the city again..." Parora said.
"My god, sir, you REALLY need to catch up on your magic knowledge and usage-" said the young magician who freed Ragnarok. "Oh shut up, I'd rather not have my head shoved in books every hour." Ragnarok said, brushing him off.
"Okay." Parora said, handing him about half the load. OOC: GTG For a bit.
"well, I do have my limbs full... And I sure as hell don't plan on hopping home..."
Parora caught a bag on one foot and was now balancing. "No, I got it-oops." he said, as another bag dropped.
"What?-oops-No, sorr-oops-sorry." Parora said, constantly having to pick up fallen items.
OOC: Don't worry, I have that kinda' problem down here too. I just learn to cope with it after... FIVE... AND A HALF... YEARS... of my friends downloading stupid stuff on my computer and making me take the blame. MY parents are now saying it's getting to be THAT time of the year... -_)) (this is my emo face). BIC: Parora walked down the street, hands(arms, really)full of items, occasionally having to pick up a dropped item.
Meh, it's not like I can't wait.
"SOMEBODY! HELP! I'M STUCK UNDER A D*MN MAGICIAN'S BLANKET AND I DON'T KNOW THE WORDS TO RELEASE THE SPELL!!!" Ragnarok screamed, hoping somebody would hear.
OOC: dude, I HATE when my friends do that! This is my eighth computer now! They keep downloading porn and **** on my computer and it's screwing up my database!
Once Ragnarok's vision stopped spinning and became clear, he tried to sit up but found he couldn't. Looking down his chest, he saw what was binding him and sighed. A Magician's Blanket always bound the person sleeping beneath it to wherever they make camp and doesn't let you up unless you say special words to temporarily release the spell. Ragnarok sighed again, glaring at his misfortune for not knowing the words.
Sitting on a bench near a small building, Parora took off his glove and examined his hand again. He tried to force his will upon the weapon inside the palm, but to no avail as all that happened was a dim glow. "Hm. Maybe I need to get in a fight. Hmmm... Nah, not here. I'll fight something in the woods." Parora looked at the sky. "Or maybe I won't fight at all. Oh well, I came to this place for supplies, so I'd better get moving." Parora got up and walked inside the shop.
Ragnarok's eyes rolled as he was dragged to the nearest tent.
"Who IS this guy, Aeo?" Deo asked quietly. Aeo just shrugged. "I wouldn't know either way who he is." Deo sighed. Of course, Aeo wouldn't know who the stranger was. Nobody they knew from Sonatina after the fall of Kigeko would trust them enough to free them.
OOC: Oh sure, go ahead. Although, I have to say, the story I originally wrote for this RP(I make a story out of all my RPs)didn't mention anybody by the name of Myou or that the strange savior was from Sonatina. In fact, the story doesn't have a Myou, nor does the strange savior come from Sonatina whatsoever. He in fact, in the story, comes from Figaro. But, oh well, if I made it just like the story, the RP would be over at like, page 4. And I like long RPs. So I'll let the story alter in this one.
