[He may as well find some sort of work while here. Sure, they don't pay well, but at least they're something to do.]
Candle huntin'?
[He points his finger across the board, finger tapping each task as he tries to figure out exactly what he can take that doesn't require skills out of his range. His range is mostly, you know... shooting things and commanding armies. Not so much in the way of sewing and being fast.
Did he look fast? He thought not.
Standing back up, he looks towards the person who's now at the board themselves.]
Boy, this place's got some weird things to do. This normal? Or out of the ordinary?
[Because maybe he should start looking for something more up his alley. Whatever that may be.]
Prompt E-1
...No.
[He just looks at the members of the club suggesting that he gets down to his underwear and take a dip. Sure, he's dealt with cold temperatures. That's kind of his life back home, being in the freezing cold, and trying to stay warm. But;
A. He's never had to go swimming in those conditions;
B. He's never had to go down to his boxers and swim in those conditions;
C. Just... no.
But they seem to be insistent on it, trying to convince him that he should do it, he's here anyways, right? Just put on the bathing suit and take a dip.]
Lookit the time, I gotta start goin'. Away.
[He sighs and starts turning to walk away, when a very eager participant moves through and knocks him straight into the water. Gasping for air as he comes up, he pulls his hat from the top of it and groans.]
...Okay, anyone wanna help a man out?
[Grasping on the edge of the ice, he's definitely not going to be able to pull himself up. No upper arm strength, folks.]
Prompt F-All
[Well he's been pulled into this somehow. Something about work, needing experience, blah blah blah. Frankly, there was something missing right now. Maybe a bit of fun could help with that. And hey, scaring some people could be fun. Provided that the emotions wouldn't mess with him right back.
Knowing his luck? They would. Oh, they absolutely would.
If he's just getting ready, he's holding a white sheet, being an old fashioned guy, and listening closely to his orders. He lets out a little yawn, and turns to the person next to him.]
So, how'd you get dragged into this?
[He's a curious soul, don't mind him. And hey, seems like he's grabbed two sheets if you want to be a cheap halloween ghost with him.
However, if he's out in the field, in any of the locations, he's just waiting behind something, and listening for footsteps. When someone gets close, he walks out in the sheet.]
Boo.
[He's great at this.]
Wildcard
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Grit | Advance Wars
[He may as well find some sort of work while here. Sure, they don't pay well, but at least they're something to do.]
Candle huntin'?
[He points his finger across the board, finger tapping each task as he tries to figure out exactly what he can take that doesn't require skills out of his range. His range is mostly, you know... shooting things and commanding armies. Not so much in the way of sewing and being fast.
Did he look fast? He thought not.
Standing back up, he looks towards the person who's now at the board themselves.]
Boy, this place's got some weird things to do. This normal? Or out of the ordinary?
[Because maybe he should start looking for something more up his alley. Whatever that may be.]
Prompt E-1
...No.
[He just looks at the members of the club suggesting that he gets down to his underwear and take a dip. Sure, he's dealt with cold temperatures. That's kind of his life back home, being in the freezing cold, and trying to stay warm. But;
A. He's never had to go swimming in those conditions;
B. He's never had to go down to his boxers and swim in those conditions;
C. Just... no.
But they seem to be insistent on it, trying to convince him that he should do it, he's here anyways, right? Just put on the bathing suit and take a dip.]
Lookit the time, I gotta start goin'. Away.
[He sighs and starts turning to walk away, when a very eager participant moves through and knocks him straight into the water. Gasping for air as he comes up, he pulls his hat from the top of it and groans.]
...Okay, anyone wanna help a man out?
[Grasping on the edge of the ice, he's definitely not going to be able to pull himself up. No upper arm strength, folks.]
Prompt F-All
[Well he's been pulled into this somehow. Something about work, needing experience, blah blah blah. Frankly, there was something missing right now. Maybe a bit of fun could help with that. And hey, scaring some people could be fun. Provided that the emotions wouldn't mess with him right back.
Knowing his luck? They would. Oh, they absolutely would.
If he's just getting ready, he's holding a white sheet, being an old fashioned guy, and listening closely to his orders. He lets out a little yawn, and turns to the person next to him.]
So, how'd you get dragged into this?
[He's a curious soul, don't mind him. And hey, seems like he's grabbed two sheets if you want to be a cheap halloween ghost with him.
However, if he's out in the field, in any of the locations, he's just waiting behind something, and listening for footsteps. When someone gets close, he walks out in the sheet.]
Boo.
[He's great at this.]
Wildcard
[If you had another idea, I'm happy to roll with it! If you have any ideas, message me