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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 1, 2013 10:45:57 GMT -5
...Wait, our fairy outranks us? Also her name is totally Slammin' Flowerchild.
Um, anyways... Let's learn their skills!
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Post by Rain on Jun 1, 2013 10:56:07 GMT -5
Annoyed that Slammin' outranks you--but nevertheless accepting that it makes sense, seeing as she appears to be made of rubber and skipped the balance requirements through the ability to fly--you pledge to master every last Amazon skill, no matter how stringent the requirements are!
Gleefully, the tribe begins to teach you, spending an ill-defined length of time--as the passage of days is indeterminate as deep into the jungle as you have gone--on every important skill. As you have sworn to master them all, this once more puts you back into strange situations. To perfect your tracking skills, you were blindfolded, and often pushed onto all fours at first to pick up the scents. To truly master the spear, your hands were once more tied, and you were taught to wield it with all limbs, and even your mouth! Similar restrictions are placed as you learn to tie your foes, and archery.
Finally, however, your training is complete, and you are given a task to accomplish: a hunt, you are required to track down an elephant-sized tiger and bring it back to the tribe. You are allowed to accept all the handicaps from your training or none, with more leading to greater status... though you are allowed to retain your current position, no matter how high-ranking you are, if you feel you would enjoy it more.
Oh, and you'll finally get named.
Choose your handicaps and/or final position.
Maso Level: 5. XD
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 1, 2013 11:01:13 GMT -5
We shall hunt it blindfolded and with our hands tied! Our feet shall become the deadliest weapon the world has ever known!
Also we should totally try to max out our maso level. >.> <.<
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 1, 2013 11:02:23 GMT -5
We shall hunt it blindfolded and with our hands tied! Our feet shall become the deadliest weapon the world has ever known!
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Post by Rain on Jun 1, 2013 11:21:16 GMT -5
The familiar tightness of rope around your wrists and soft cloth about your head is the signal for you to begin the hunt, and you rush forwards, trusting in your nose and following the faint scent of blood and death and cat. You easily avoid being smacked in the face by low-hanging branches, and as you approach a ravine, the change in the wind indicates to you to jump up to the trees and cross it by the thinnest branches, easily bypassing an obstacle that would have stymied you beforehand.
Simply getting to the gargantuan tiger is barely a challenge to you, so when you reach it, you do a few simple stretches and wait for its attention to turn to you. Unharmed, healthy, male--and it definitely ate something it shouldn't have, something known for driving any creature to a berserk rage.
As the monster charges at you, you leap upwards, landing lightly on its back. It twists to claw at you and you step lightly over its claws, playing a little game as you wear the tiger down. When it is eventually reduced to a panting mess, you strike, slamming your heel down on the hardest part of the skull.
It cracks like an egg under the force.
Shifting the weight onto your shoulders, you make your way back to the tribe, crossing the ravine more cautiously. As you dump the body before the chief, she asks: "What is your name and position, chosen one?"
"I am ___________________, Absolute, Eternal Bottom!"
PICK A NAME.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 1, 2013 11:23:08 GMT -5
Ukeko Ukemaru!
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 1, 2013 11:24:51 GMT -5
Ukeko Ukemaru!
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Post by Vinestar on Jun 1, 2013 11:31:00 GMT -5
Sadao Masochi.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 1, 2013 11:36:25 GMT -5
...Changing my vote to Masochi Ukemaru. >.>
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 1, 2013 11:40:17 GMT -5
Changing my vote to that, too!
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Post by Rain on Jun 1, 2013 12:35:13 GMT -5
You, now named Masochi Ukemaru, are the centre of a week-long celebration... quite literally. Exhausted at the end of it due to lack of sleep and little time to eat, the Amazonian leader approaches you and salutes, grinning.
"So, you've finished our training! If you'd like, we have an extremely high-quality blindfold, along with some more permanent manacles. We could give the key to Slammin'. They're just a gift, though, abstain from them if you want."
"Anyway, what will you do now?"
Free choice.
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 1, 2013 12:43:16 GMT -5
Take the blindfold and manacles, but don't put them on. Declare you are going on a quest of... quest... ness.
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Post by Vinestar on Jun 1, 2013 12:43:46 GMT -5
[] Keep the gift for now. Might come in handy for certain events later.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 1, 2013 12:44:07 GMT -5
Take the manacles and the blindfold. Aspire to become a master at blindfighting and to transform your legs into a weapon on par with the fabled Excalibur!
Also, pet Slammin' just before they're put on.
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 1, 2013 12:46:28 GMT -5
Changing my vote.
Take the manacles and the blindfold. Aspire to become a master at blindfighting and to transform your legs into a weapon on par with the fabled Excalibur!
Also, pet Slammin' just before they're put on.
But don't wear the blindfold and manacles all the time. Wear them for training any fighting.
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Post by Rain on Jun 1, 2013 12:56:12 GMT -5
You pat Slammin' gently on the head before allowing the manacles to be fixed into place and the blindfold draped over your eyes. Judging by how comfortable the pair of them are, along with the way the blindfold hasn't just fallen off, some sort of magic is involved. You shiver reflexively; magic is something you still haven't really dealt with.
One haircut later, restoring it to its original bobcut, you leave the tribe, heading westwards, out of the depths of the jungle. It's dangerous, here, and if you'd tried to get in before being captured you would probably be dinner... but now you're like a ghost, silently moving through the trees and stepping from branch to branch, avoiding the difficulty of moving around below.
Sure, you're only wearing these for training--but there's no better time to train than when you're walking around doing nothing!
Free choice.
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 1, 2013 13:01:12 GMT -5
Have Slammin' ride on your head, and see if you can navigate out of the forest as training. If successful, reward self by finding something fun to do.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 1, 2013 13:29:29 GMT -5
Have Slammin' ride on your head, and see if you can navigate out of the forest as training. If successful, reward self by finding something fun to do.
Like, for example, Slammin'. >.> <.<
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Post by Vinestar on Jun 1, 2013 15:53:00 GMT -5
Have Slammin' ride on your head, and see if you can navigate out of the forest as training. If successful, reward self by finding something fun to do.
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Post by Rain on Jun 2, 2013 13:24:16 GMT -5
Getting out of the jungle--exiting just south of it, in this case--is a trivially easy task, even if you do end up snapping a jaguar's neck with your thighs halfway through. The way things gradually quieten down, and the lack of trees everywhere tells you that you've passed out of the jungle into the warm plains below. Now you just need to find something fun to do... for a given value of 'fun'.
Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be anything for miles upon miles.
Free choice.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 2, 2013 13:25:42 GMT -5
Skin the jaguar and turn it into a makeshift cloak!
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 2, 2013 13:37:02 GMT -5
Have Slammin' fly up and scope the area out from above to see if there's anything of interest.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 2, 2013 13:39:51 GMT -5
Look up her skirt whilst she does so! >:3
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Post by Vinestar on Jun 2, 2013 14:05:12 GMT -5
Cook the jaguar meat with fire while you wait and see if the smoke attracts any attention.
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Post by Rain on Jun 4, 2013 7:11:50 GMT -5
You ask Slammin' to remove the blindfold, then go up into the air to see if there's anything useful. After glancing up appreciatively, you run back to fetch the jaguar's corpse before anything eats it and, using a rock you picked up, work on skinning the creature and cooking it. All with your hands bound.
By the time Slammin' returns, you have a well-cooked meal, complete with accompaniments from your surroundings and the nearby jungle, and a fancy cloak.
Apparently, the only thing in the area is horses. Anything of more interest is several days away by foot.
Free Choice.
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 4, 2013 10:22:39 GMT -5
Find the wildest, most unruly stallion and tame it to be your mighty steed!
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 4, 2013 10:32:51 GMT -5
Find the wildest, most unruly stallion and tame it to be your mighty steed!
... Though you might want to try getting something to put on it's back, as a makeshift saddle.
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Post by Rain on Jun 4, 2013 10:45:26 GMT -5
You consider this idea, then decide it's probably not a good thing to attempt, seeing as you have never seen a horse in your life and haven't the slightest idea how to ride one.
Free choice.
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Post by VitaVitaAR on Jun 4, 2013 10:46:45 GMT -5
Oh. That is a good point.
Hmm... make camp for tonight, and then start on your journey for more interesting places tomorrow!
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Post by Mahou Moerin on Jun 4, 2013 10:47:07 GMT -5
Aw...
Head off looking for a town, and more importantly someone who can teach you how to ride a horse so you can tame the wildest, most unruly stallion you can find to be your mighty steed!
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