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I really enjoy the festivities at this particular thread in the WF, but am endlessly frustrated by the overanalytical elitists and illiterate n00bs who think their characters are the kickassiest mass-murderers on the block, and feel the need to solve everything with senseless violence and godmod-ish tendencies.

My solution?

Make an offshot in the CAA, of course! Really, isn't that to be expected by now? rolleyes

How it works: I'm going to post a scenario to get us started. The first person here writes a small scene using one or more of their characters to illustrate how their character(s) would react in said situation. Then they give a new scenario at the end of their post. The next person writes a scene using the scenario the person above them posted. Scenarios are to be quoted at the beginning of the post. Also, if a character is being used that the rest of the guild is not familiar with, please include a short bio consisting of name, age, gender, occupation--something along those lines.

If a scenario is skipped, feel free to quote that one at the end of your post instead of making up your own. Also, feel free to use previous scenarios if you're really bored. In short, just have fun!

Do not post something along the lines of: "My character would do such-and-such then rattle off a string of cuss words and KEEL DEM ALLLL!!!" We want intelligence, here.


Opening scenario: Your character is held up by a thief on their way home at the end of the day. What do they do?

Hmm... I'll use... Drazora. Because It'll be fun.



Drazora stared at the scroll in disgust, then pushed himself away from the table. "Who the hell would come up with something like that?" He shuddered, then pitched the scroll into the fireplace. When he had assured himself that it was unsalvigable, he ran towards a basin and began to retch up his toenails.

This much fun should be illegal.
New Scenario: Your character finds him/herself roped into teaching a bunch of children. What does he/she do?

Keenan paused in his thoughts and looked up at the beautiful woman seated beside him. After glancing around for a moment, he said, "You - you were talking to me?"

Smiling, the woman nodded and moved one hand so that it rested on top of one of his.

Keenan snatched his hand away and blushed faintly. "Uh, thanks, but... I'm married-"

"She doesn't have to know, sweetie," the woman insisted, shaking her head and smiling charmingly. They really didn't have time for this type of nonsense, but he could afford to call too much attention to himself with their target so close by.

Keenan smiled wanly and then, hitting on an idea, he schooled his features into a blank mask and then locked eyes with the beautiful woman. His eyes roved up and down her body and then locked onto her eyes once more. "I'm getting kinda hungry and you... look delicious. Maybe with a touch of oregano?"

The woman's eyes widened in shock and she pulled away, scurrying to a safe corner of the bar. As she left, he heard her say something about a freak and sighed.

"What's her problem?" Bertram asked, returning with their drinks.

Keenan shrugged. "Maybe she doesn't like oregano." Bertram gave him a confused look, to which Keenan merely shook his head.

New scenario: Your character is bored and his/her only asset is a piece of chalk (whatever color you please). What does he/she/it do with it? (borrowed from the other thread, because I liked it - but not the answers it got.)

Yinda walked cheerily down the street, a bounce in her step, her hands shoved deep in her pockets. Such a nice day...but what should she do with it?

Her foot bumped against something lying on the pavement in front of her. She immediately crouched down to examine the thing, her childish curiosity taking over. She poked and prodded it multiple times, gazing at it from different angles. Finally, she picked it up for closer analysis. It jingled as she moved it, which, in her mind could only mean one of two things--either she was going crazy and starting to hear bells, or there was money inside.

Snapping open the little metal clasp on the top, she upended the thing into her open palm. Coins scattered out, some of them clattering to the ground. She tipped the purse back up in excitement before all the coins could escape, depositing those that had back into the opening. Not a single coin in there less than a gold Taren!

She clutched the purse to her chest and glanced around nervously to make sure no one had seen her. Satisfied that she was perfectly alone, she shoved the purse into one of her deeper pockets and dashed into an alley.

Finders keepers, after all!

New scenario: Your character arrives home to find some stranger who claims to be their cousin sitting on the couch, watching TV, and eating the food from the kitchen. What does your character do?

Yinda skidded, panting, around a corner and ran on. She could hear her persuer close behind her, and didn't want to wait around to see what happened when he caught her. She should never have dared to pick the pocket of one of the Border Guards, but...she just couldn't help it. She had sticky fingers.

She rounded another corner and stumbled to a halt. What she saw before her nearly made her sick. A dead end! Who built dead-end alleys these days? Convinced that the world was against her, she searched along the wall for some hand-hold or something to help her scramble over the wall and away. Nothing but dirty plaster and even bricks met her fingers.

The sound of running feet made her turn. The black-haired Border Guard halted when he saw she was trapped, and, to her surprise, bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Yinda backed into the wall, wishing she could simply blend into the bricks. Finally, the guard looked up. She sqeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away.

"You're not a very clever thief, are you?" he asked in an almost regretful voice.

Yinda opened one eye and regarded him. He wasn't very old, probably not even in his twenties. His eyes were slightly slanted and almond-shaped, hinting at a Western heritage, like her own. The guard was dressed in the standard mishmash of armor and equipment of the East, South, and West. He didn't look very dangerous--or very angry, for that matter.

"I'm clever enough," she mumbled at last, "I'm just new in this town. How was I supposed to know this alley was a dead end?"

"Still, letting me catch you," the guard insisted, "not exactly smart on your part. You could've climbed the pile of boxes back there, for instance, and gotten onto the roof of that inn."

Yinda quirked an eyebrow at him. "What kinda guard are you?"

"Not a normal one, that's for sure," the guard said amicably. "But now that I've caught you, you do intend to give me my wallet back, don't you?"

She reluctantly dug into her pocket and produced his wallet, tossing it onto the ground between them. The guard picked it up and checked that everything was as it should be inside. After a moment he slipped it into his own pocket and smiled at her. "I don't suppose you'd like to join me?" he asked.

Yinda blinked. "J-join you? Join you how?"

"Treasure hunting," he said with a wink. "But then again, I didn't think you'd be interested." With that, he turned to walk away.

"Wait!" Yinda called after him. He obeyed and turned slightly, his face patient. "W-what's your name?" she stammered.

"Jericho," he said, and turned back to continue on his way.

She darted after him. "I'm Yinda," she offered, holding out a hand for him to shake.

New scenario: One of your character's companions gets stabbed (lethally or non-lethally, it's your choice). How do they react? How do they try to help their friend?

Janus plodded forward through the snow-covered street of Frostshire, cursing the cold all with every sinking step. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, a kid -- probably no more than ten years old -- following her at a distance. Frankly, she didn't care. She wanted to get to her apartment, where the walls at least shielded her from the wind.

It was when the kid picked up pace and started running towards her that she turned her head fully to see him. He bumped into her, and Janus quickly reached one of her long arms out, coiling her fingers around the kid's arm.

"What?" The kid immidiately whined, turning to snarl at Janus.
"My wallet," she said, flatly. "Give it back."
"What wallet? I don'know what you're talking about, lady."
Janus let go of his arm, but only to reach further forward and grab him by the collar. She lifted him into the air with that grip, bringing him to eye-level. "Give it to me or I'll feed your guts to the fish in Ekal."
The kid grimaced, then reached into his pocket and handed Janus her wallet. Janus dropped him, giving him a soft kick when he hit the ground. He scrambled to his feet, glaring in defiance at his apprehender.

Janus thumbed through her wallet, watching him all the while.
"Now get lost."

New Scenario: Your character accidentally kills someone. What does the character do about it afterward?

Erin opened her eyes groggily, mentally cursing the person who came up with hangovers. She sat up and was about to rub her eyes when she realized that her throat was itching like crazy. She looked down and said, " WHAT THE ********?! HOW THE HELL'D I GET COVERED IN PEANUT BUTTER?"

She frantically tried to get the sticky mass off, then gave up and screamed, "SCHYLER!! Get the Dracoflora*!"

Schyler walked in and said, "I was expecting this. You got drunk enough to take a dare to jump into a vat of peanut butter. I don't know WHY you let yourself get that drunk, but..."

Erin had already began hitting her head against the floor, snarling, "Stupid, stupid, stupid..."

*- Dracoflora is antihistamine. Erin's allergic to peanuts.

New scenario: Your character gets jumped by the local gang. What are they going to do about it.

Drazora sat up, holding his head in his hands. "What the hell..." Then, realization of where he was began to sink in. "
The solider kicked him and growled, "You should know this, demon!" He opened his mouth to protest, then realized it was no use. Stupid bastards... Imprisonng me for no reason... He started muttering a string of curses strong enough to boil the rivers of hell, and the guard took several slow steps away from him.

"You got chucked in 'ere for no reason too?"

Drazora turned around and saw his cellmate, and warily said, "Yes... Why do you ask?" The other man laughed. "Because being anything other then a human is prolly considered a crime here!" Drazora was puzzled by the man's twisted sense of humor, but was so used to Erin's sadistic mind that it didn't really faze him.

"Welcome to hell, buddy. Welcome to hell."
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New Scenario: You character is stuck on a roof during a hurricane, when the roof begins to give way. What does he/she do?