Post by Fores on Jul 3, 2012 13:08:04 GMT -5
The Tavern was nice, but very smelly, too much musk and alcohol. Plus they all looked like they wanted to hurt poor Fores, was it something he said? Was it everything he said? Probably, no one likes his brand of fun anymore, the Iron Jester was without a good jest. "Woe is me! Woeth is me! Hehehe, is poor Fores thinking aloud once more?" He strode through the town with spring in his step, humming an off-key melody that was distinctly foreign in its sound.
He was already far away from the centre of town, and had strayed into a string of shanty-houses. Many with small crates or stumps, or in his eyes, footplants. He stopped, and made a beeline for the nearest crate. Getting low, he started with a steady sprint, progressing towards a faster breakneck speed. He leaped onto the crate, planted his hands on the roof, vaulting onto the ceiling, and sped on with the same momentum. The house was small, there wasn't enough space to enjoy the run. He leaped from the very edge of the roof, hanging in the air for a split second, marking out his landing spot. He dropped into a parkour roll, picking himself up, making a split-second course change. He dropped off of the left side of the house, dropping into another roll to absorb the shock.
"Oh, that was great, great i say! HAHA!" He did a small victory jig, making a great ruckus in the process.
A small, grey-haired man popped out of his shanty, stairing at the masked, grey-skinned figure in his yard. "WATCH IT!" He shouted, "Your jigging is sodding up my Petunias!" He waved a hoe above his head, aiming it at the crazed being.
Fores, came to halt, his gaze landing on this figure. "sodding Petunias?" He said, "I LIVE FOR THE SODDING OF PETUNIAS!" He cartwheeled through the patch, and picked one up and bit the the flower off. "Farewell, Petunia man! HAHA!" Fores ran off, looking for more shanties and chaos.
He was already far away from the centre of town, and had strayed into a string of shanty-houses. Many with small crates or stumps, or in his eyes, footplants. He stopped, and made a beeline for the nearest crate. Getting low, he started with a steady sprint, progressing towards a faster breakneck speed. He leaped onto the crate, planted his hands on the roof, vaulting onto the ceiling, and sped on with the same momentum. The house was small, there wasn't enough space to enjoy the run. He leaped from the very edge of the roof, hanging in the air for a split second, marking out his landing spot. He dropped into a parkour roll, picking himself up, making a split-second course change. He dropped off of the left side of the house, dropping into another roll to absorb the shock.
"Oh, that was great, great i say! HAHA!" He did a small victory jig, making a great ruckus in the process.
A small, grey-haired man popped out of his shanty, stairing at the masked, grey-skinned figure in his yard. "WATCH IT!" He shouted, "Your jigging is sodding up my Petunias!" He waved a hoe above his head, aiming it at the crazed being.
Fores, came to halt, his gaze landing on this figure. "sodding Petunias?" He said, "I LIVE FOR THE SODDING OF PETUNIAS!" He cartwheeled through the patch, and picked one up and bit the the flower off. "Farewell, Petunia man! HAHA!" Fores ran off, looking for more shanties and chaos.