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mylittlejamjar2014-12-06 06:07 pm
ceasetoexist) wrote in mylittlejamjar2014-12-06 06:07 pm
Sixth Scale - Visual/Action if you want to?? - Forward dated to dawn, tomorrow morning
[The scroll opens up to the sight of a snow fort. A rather large snow fort, really. To call it ornate would be far too kind, although it does range in what you could call complex. Its 'main' room seems to be the size of a moderately sized tree-house, and it's raised somewhat off the ground by a pillar of ice. It has a few smaller pillars with single 'rooms' on top of them, with the thing 'connected' together by a snow fence. It isn't exactly the sturdiest looking thing, considering it's all ice and snow, but it's impressive in its own sophomoric way. It also happens to be in the middle of the town, casting not an imposing shadow so much as an obnoxious and inconsiderate one. The thing is really more in the way of traffic and business than it is anything.
Considering how fast the construction was and the size of it, someone must have been up all night working on it. And they were.]
So. You see that? I made that.
[Pokey's heard before he's seen, turning the scroll towards him, his beady blue eyes dark and near red from exhaustion. Still, he's grinning like an obnoxious little jerk all the while.]
And, with it, I declare myself the king of winter, and the middle of town I guess. Doesn't matter what you call me so long as you call me 'sir', considering the middle of town is mine now. Don't worry, you don't have to pay a fee or anything to me, I'm that nice a guy. You just have to remember and talk about how great I am. How smart I am. How no one but me, Pokey Minch, could've done this.
I guess you could try and knock it down, but it'd probably be better to wait until spring. Thing is impenetrable, so you all better just deal with it.
[C'mon. Come on. Someone come try and knock it down, mess with him, get into a snowball fight or something or assault the thing. Even just come get angry at him. He's so bored and having maxed out the creation powers Mayfield left with its survivors has tired him even more, to the point of restlessness.
Do something. He is so damn bored it isn't funny.]
Oh. Hey. Bear. Offer still stands if you want to come run this with me. You can be co-ruler, or prince, or whatever of town square.
Considering how fast the construction was and the size of it, someone must have been up all night working on it. And they were.]
So. You see that? I made that.
[Pokey's heard before he's seen, turning the scroll towards him, his beady blue eyes dark and near red from exhaustion. Still, he's grinning like an obnoxious little jerk all the while.]
And, with it, I declare myself the king of winter, and the middle of town I guess. Doesn't matter what you call me so long as you call me 'sir', considering the middle of town is mine now. Don't worry, you don't have to pay a fee or anything to me, I'm that nice a guy. You just have to remember and talk about how great I am. How smart I am. How no one but me, Pokey Minch, could've done this.
I guess you could try and knock it down, but it'd probably be better to wait until spring. Thing is impenetrable, so you all better just deal with it.
[C'mon. Come on. Someone come try and knock it down, mess with him, get into a snowball fight or something or assault the thing. Even just come get angry at him. He's so bored and having maxed out the creation powers Mayfield left with its survivors has tired him even more, to the point of restlessness.
Do something. He is so damn bored it isn't funny.]
Oh. Hey. Bear. Offer still stands if you want to come run this with me. You can be co-ruler, or prince, or whatever of town square.
Action
[He shrugs a bit, sipping some more of the hot chocolate once he's poured more. Slowly this time, not just demolishing it.]
He told me some about it, like his culture and everything considering he was the guy the town we were in made my 'dad' - but it's not like I know everything.
He was a decent enough guy, I guess.
[Decent enough is, generally, Pokey's way of approving of someone when he bothers to do it out loud.]
Re: Action
He was the Horde's Warchief, until recently--he made Garrosh Hellscream the Warchief for a while, but Garrosh is in disgrace...
[More like on the run for his miserable life, but she really doesn't want to go there.]
He is a very good and honorable orc. I am sure you made him very proud! [If nothing else, because the Thrall she knew was like that.]
Action
He told me he was a chieftain but I never fully knew what that meant. But like I said he...
[Looked after him. In a weird way, he was probably the most considerate and helpful of the 'dads' he had there.
Pokey just shrugs.]
He was decent.
Course I made him proud. Anyone'd be proud if I was their son.
[That first part? He means entirely. It just went with how encouraging Thrall had been to him.
The second part? On a deep personal level, he doubts. And it's hard for at least a little of that to not be evident when he speaks.]
Re: Action
[Just like that. But also because Jou is a mistweaver monk, and it is just in her nature to heal. To try and build up, and she can hear the doubt in the dragon's voice. And sure, Thrall might have a wife and soon a family of his own, but that is different. And she saw enough in Vash'jir to know what she says is true.]
I am positive he treasured you, for as long as you were together.