Inside the carriage, Ceo and Grisia barely had any room to sit with all the clutter and knickknacks that were apparently deemed necessary for a performing troupe to have. When the carriage jolted from a standstill to a sprint, a box of oversized shoes, colorful scarves and wigs fell on top of the passengers. Luckily for Ceo, his helmet prevented him from taking too much damage when the wooden box had fallen on his head.
Grisia picked up a wig and sputtered, "You couldn't have made me a clown instead?! I wouldn't have even needed to buy any make up with my facial mask supplies! And do you know how quickly I'll tan without a shirt?"
Ceo cautiously offered, "You see... It wouldn't be much of a performance or a cover if we only had a bard playing. Earth had to have someone dancing to his accompaniment."
Vival was suddenly glad that the bard costume had already been taken when he came in to choose his outfit.
In contrast to Moon's relieved expression, Georgo looked furious at the thought of spending entire days with a half-naked man dancing in front of him. Damn that Sun. Not only will seducing anyone be ten times harder, but he'll be stealing all the limelight as I play for him in the background!
Giving a trademarked Sun-style smile with more tooth than usual, Grisia said, “Sun hopes the God of Light's radiance shall illuminate Sun's understanding of the far-seeing plans of His most benevolent and wise Pope, though Sun fears the rays of enlightenment will not be enough to penetrate the clouds of confusion without the gracious assistance of Sun's brothers. What Sun is most unable to comprehend is the method of the execution of the God of Light's divine will. Does He merely wish for his holy knight children to spread healing laughter through the blessed land of His children's brothers and sisters?” _______________ ^.^" Probably the toughest part about even attempting a fanfic is that I'm not good at characterizing people, so they always sound OOC. I tried to keep it short to reduce some of that. And just to make it hopefully clearer, Sun wants to know what kind of insane plan by the Pope requires him to wear a belly dancing uniform.
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Re: Reply to Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-18 11:36 pm (UTC)Grisia picked up a wig and sputtered, "You couldn't have made me a clown instead?! I wouldn't have even needed to buy any make up with my facial mask supplies! And do you know how quickly I'll tan without a shirt?"
Ceo cautiously offered, "You see... It wouldn't be much of a performance or a cover if we only had a bard playing. Earth had to have someone dancing to his accompaniment."
Vival was suddenly glad that the bard costume had already been taken when he came in to choose his outfit.
In contrast to Moon's relieved expression, Georgo looked furious at the thought of spending entire days with a half-naked man dancing in front of him. Damn that Sun. Not only will seducing anyone be ten times harder, but he'll be stealing all the limelight as I play for him in the background!
Giving a trademarked Sun-style smile with more tooth than usual, Grisia said, “Sun hopes the God of Light's radiance shall illuminate Sun's understanding of the far-seeing plans of His most benevolent and wise Pope, though Sun fears the rays of enlightenment will not be enough to penetrate the clouds of confusion without the gracious assistance of Sun's brothers. What Sun is most unable to comprehend is the method of the execution of the God of Light's divine will. Does He merely wish for his holy knight children to spread healing laughter through the blessed land of His children's brothers and sisters?”
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^.^" Probably the toughest part about even attempting a fanfic is that I'm not good at characterizing people, so they always sound OOC. I tried to keep it short to reduce some of that. And just to make it hopefully clearer, Sun wants to know what kind of insane plan by the Pope requires him to wear a belly dancing uniform.