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Like I explained in the forward here, this is based on MUD, a sort of online text D&D type adventure. It's based heavily on the RPing I do withr_amythest or mostly her awesome!Soren and my...very lost and blunt Ike. I fail at RPing (anyone but Pelleas or Ivan, anyways)
This was a kink meme request of Ike and Soren roleplaying each other, by the way. Also, I wrote it on one of those OCD days where I finish something at 5AM because I'm in a mood where I must finish something.
The title itself came from log where we ran into this chatty little whatchamacallits. Norgles? Kenders? Something. She wanted to come with us butr_amythest had to stay in character and had to chase her away. It was a shame, she was cute.
Soren had been dabbling in this game for some time, and when Ike mentioned a curiosity, Soren grumpily mentioned the specifics. (though in truth, he was all too happy to comply if it was Ike.)
Soren's main weakness (besides the triangle of magic and physical attacks) is obviously Ike
Of course, Soren should’ve seen that things wouldn’t go quite so smoothly when Ike couldn’t even figure out how to connect. Soren walked him through it. Half of it was with him standing behind Ike, inputting commands with his hand resting on Ike’s shoulder for support as he leaned down. The other half was through instant messenger. Ike seemed to gain some sort of vague amusement from having an internet convo with someone who was only two rooms away, but Soren never complained. That much, at least.
Oh yeah, and this is basically word for word how I played Ike. Which was clueless and lost. And man was I ever lost. To this day I practically refuse to go into Arcane alone because I've fallen off cliffs and almost drowned and lost my SoulCry and once I died and couldn't find my body and I had to freak out and cry on Ammie and beg her to go lead me to it. Yes, I really am that hopeless
He’d never admit it, but Soren always got a bit of a flutter when screen popped up with a message from DeepBlueCrimeanHero.
I think that's too long for an AIM name. Maybe they're on MSN? Or gtalk.
~
Soren had meant to take him through each step of the way, but he found that Ike had already made his decision.
“You chose a mage...and you named it ‘Senerio.’?”
“Yeah, I’m always the warrior type.”
Soren blinked, but shrugged it off mentally. He had been preparing to take the mage for this run, as always, but a pair of mages wouldn’t work as effectively together as the warrior+mage pairing.
It only took a moment to input the perfect response. He was unused to such a direct approach to these sorts of things, but Soren figured he’d adjust.
“A warrior name Aiku?” Ike said.
“It’s only fitting,” Soren said.
Ike is making a horrible choice by the way. He's going to be distracted and miss the joy beating things into a pulp and not having to stop to refuel his mana all the time. Also, yes, my name on MUD is Aiku. I'm a warrior though, not a mage. I have a Pelleas!mage and I've threatened to make a Heather!thief too.
–
It was easier to simply drag his laptop into the same room as Ike’s PC. He could sprawl out on Ike’s blue football sheets and be close enough to figure out whatever the issue was at hand and solve it with efficiency. It also added another dimension, beyond the in-character talk and the Instant messenger window that Ike still kept up even though they were now in the same room.
I did that. I actually had her have to scold me for...whatchacall it. Mon? Muu? Mii? Something to refer to the RPer OOC talk.
Of course, it also afforded many chances for Soren to sneak glances, not that he’d ever admit to that.
–
Soren found it a great deal harder than expected to keep Ike safe when he insisted on taking his frail mage on kamikaze missions. It seemed every other town, Soren was gritting his teeth and slashing furiously at the monster they engaged to keep it from killing Ike. Again.
Soren busied himself with picking through the bodies and making the proper sacrifices. Ike often forgot, choosing instead to move on ahead looking for more monsters that would surely have him down to about 5 hp by the time Soren reached him.
Next time, Ike’s class should be a rock, Soren thought.
–
About halfway through the desert, Soren stopped.
“...And where exactly are we going?” Soren said.
Ike didn’t respond immediately, and Soren could almost see the mage scratching his head and looking confused in a very un-Senerio-like manner.
“The Nomad village, remember?”
“...The Nomad village is in the other direction,” Soren said.
“I thought you said it was East?”
“No, west.”
“That might explain why we’re in a desert, I was wondering about that.”
Soren sighed, mentally, physically and on game.
“Here, let me lead.”
“Also,” Soren noted, “I think I’d know where I was going.”
Ike shrugged.
Soren sighed again. Mentally, he couldn’t help thinking they should switch accounts, if only for the sake of his sanity.
While this didn't happen exactly, it nearly happened many times. The Nomad village is an actual place there, and asr_amythest pointed out, it's more northwest than actual west.
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Around fifty highly evil cows and three levels later, it was time for some new armor. Soren lead the way and explained the syntax with utmost patience.
Yes, the cows are evil-aligned. I laughed the first time I found that too.
“Soren, you keep looking at me.”
“...I’m checking your armor.”
“Soren, you’re weird .”
Soren huffed indignantly and sulked for the next half hour. The effect was somehow lost with a six foot tall muscle-bound swordsman.
–
When it had gotten late they’d both logged off, Soren sifted through Ike’s homework. After three hours of procrastination, his work was decidedly C-. Soren brought out his red pen and walked Ike through a steady redraft of History and Spelling, leaving the last math paper for Sunday.
Ike fell asleep halfway through, right into his Social Studies textbook. Soren shook his head but continued fixing Ike’s homework for him.
Sometimes he was entirely too indulgent.
Of course, Ike was clueless and oblivious, but with Soren there, at least he’d never be lost.
Aww, cute. This is a lot more fragmented and rough than I remembered. Ah well, that's part of the whole written-at-five-am thing.
saaski_moqloriginal post
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Like I explained in the forward here, this is based on MUD, a sort of online text D&D type adventure. It's based heavily on the RPing I do with
r_amythest or mostly her awesome!Soren and my...very lost and blunt Ike. I fail at RPing (anyone but Pelleas or Ivan, anyways) This was a kink meme request of Ike and Soren roleplaying each other, by the way. Also, I wrote it on one of those OCD days where I finish something at 5AM because I'm in a mood where I must finish something.
The title itself came from log where we ran into this chatty little whatchamacallits. Norgles? Kenders? Something. She wanted to come with us but
r_amythest had to stay in character and had to chase her away. It was a shame, she was cute. Soren had been dabbling in this game for some time, and when Ike mentioned a curiosity, Soren grumpily mentioned the specifics. (though in truth, he was all too happy to comply if it was Ike.)
Soren's main weakness (besides the triangle of magic and physical attacks) is obviously Ike
Of course, Soren should’ve seen that things wouldn’t go quite so smoothly when Ike couldn’t even figure out how to connect. Soren walked him through it. Half of it was with him standing behind Ike, inputting commands with his hand resting on Ike’s shoulder for support as he leaned down. The other half was through instant messenger. Ike seemed to gain some sort of vague amusement from having an internet convo with someone who was only two rooms away, but Soren never complained. That much, at least.
Oh yeah, and this is basically word for word how I played Ike. Which was clueless and lost. And man was I ever lost. To this day I practically refuse to go into Arcane alone because I've fallen off cliffs and almost drowned and lost my SoulCry and once I died and couldn't find my body and I had to freak out and cry on Ammie and beg her to go lead me to it. Yes, I really am that hopeless
He’d never admit it, but Soren always got a bit of a flutter when screen popped up with a message from DeepBlueCrimeanHero.
I think that's too long for an AIM name. Maybe they're on MSN? Or gtalk.
~
Soren had meant to take him through each step of the way, but he found that Ike had already made his decision.
“You chose a mage...and you named it ‘Senerio.’?”
“Yeah, I’m always the warrior type.”
Soren blinked, but shrugged it off mentally. He had been preparing to take the mage for this run, as always, but a pair of mages wouldn’t work as effectively together as the warrior+mage pairing.
It only took a moment to input the perfect response. He was unused to such a direct approach to these sorts of things, but Soren figured he’d adjust.
“A warrior name Aiku?” Ike said.
“It’s only fitting,” Soren said.
Ike is making a horrible choice by the way. He's going to be distracted and miss the joy beating things into a pulp and not having to stop to refuel his mana all the time. Also, yes, my name on MUD is Aiku. I'm a warrior though, not a mage. I have a Pelleas!mage and I've threatened to make a Heather!thief too.
–
It was easier to simply drag his laptop into the same room as Ike’s PC. He could sprawl out on Ike’s blue football sheets and be close enough to figure out whatever the issue was at hand and solve it with efficiency. It also added another dimension, beyond the in-character talk and the Instant messenger window that Ike still kept up even though they were now in the same room.
I did that. I actually had her have to scold me for...whatchacall it. Mon? Muu? Mii? Something to refer to the RPer OOC talk.
Of course, it also afforded many chances for Soren to sneak glances, not that he’d ever admit to that.
–
Soren found it a great deal harder than expected to keep Ike safe when he insisted on taking his frail mage on kamikaze missions. It seemed every other town, Soren was gritting his teeth and slashing furiously at the monster they engaged to keep it from killing Ike. Again.
Soren busied himself with picking through the bodies and making the proper sacrifices. Ike often forgot, choosing instead to move on ahead looking for more monsters that would surely have him down to about 5 hp by the time Soren reached him.
Next time, Ike’s class should be a rock, Soren thought.
–
About halfway through the desert, Soren stopped.
“...And where exactly are we going?” Soren said.
Ike didn’t respond immediately, and Soren could almost see the mage scratching his head and looking confused in a very un-Senerio-like manner.
“The Nomad village, remember?”
“...The Nomad village is in the other direction,” Soren said.
“I thought you said it was East?”
“No, west.”
“That might explain why we’re in a desert, I was wondering about that.”
Soren sighed, mentally, physically and on game.
“Here, let me lead.”
“Also,” Soren noted, “I think I’d know where I was going.”
Ike shrugged.
Soren sighed again. Mentally, he couldn’t help thinking they should switch accounts, if only for the sake of his sanity.
While this didn't happen exactly, it nearly happened many times. The Nomad village is an actual place there, and as
r_amythest pointed out, it's more northwest than actual west.–
Around fifty highly evil cows and three levels later, it was time for some new armor. Soren lead the way and explained the syntax with utmost patience.
Yes, the cows are evil-aligned. I laughed the first time I found that too.
“Soren, you keep looking at me.”
“...I’m checking your armor.”
“Soren, you’re weird .”
Soren huffed indignantly and sulked for the next half hour. The effect was somehow lost with a six foot tall muscle-bound swordsman.
–
When it had gotten late they’d both logged off, Soren sifted through Ike’s homework. After three hours of procrastination, his work was decidedly C-. Soren brought out his red pen and walked Ike through a steady redraft of History and Spelling, leaving the last math paper for Sunday.
Ike fell asleep halfway through, right into his Social Studies textbook. Soren shook his head but continued fixing Ike’s homework for him.
Sometimes he was entirely too indulgent.
Of course, Ike was clueless and oblivious, but with Soren there, at least he’d never be lost.
Aww, cute. This is a lot more fragmented and rough than I remembered. Ah well, that's part of the whole written-at-five-am thing.
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Date: 2009-01-16 03:45 pm (UTC)Oh, so that's where it came from. You had mentioned that it was from the kink meme, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the kink was. XD; roleplaying, gotcha.
I am amused, by the way, that while Ike is such a sucky mage, while of course Soren knows exactly what to do as a warrior. In RP, anyway.