A new challenger appears!

[relictusdeus]

Who: EDMUNDO THE BLADE, Luceti's lovely ladies, and all the people lining up to kick this guy's ass.
What: Lighthearted player plot hijinks as described in this OOC post HERE. Go have a look!
When: Wednesday January 8th
Where: All around the village.
Summary: A dastardly bastard has just arrived and decides that causing a ruckus is a top priority. EDMUNDO THE BLADE is no mere braggart or bandit - but a king! A warlord, nay, a god! To himself. A little.  Maybe. On Tuesdays. Who will stop this muscled menace?
Rating: PG-13?

For many, the first order of business when awaking in the enclosure would be to change out of standard issue Malnosso whites and find something more comfortable to wear, especially in colder months. But really, who needs a shirt in winter when you’re strong and burning with fiery passion? Not Edmundo the Blade! Well, okay, fine. After a few minutes of puttering about bare-chested, Edmundo decides to throw on a trench coat, though he leaves it strategically open as to show himself off to his best advantage. How else is he to find himself a wife? Or three? Or seven? No need to sell himself short - he is a fine specimen of virile masculinity, after all.

(ooc: As a reminder, Edmundo will be played by  [Unknown site tag]complicatedliar (Loki), [Unknown site tag]relictusdeus (Isaac), and [Unknown site tag]antivanleather (Zevran). All accounts will be using the same special Edmundo icon so you know it's him.)

Comments

[antivanleather]

Why not? Any woman would be proud to be the chosen third or fifth wife of Edmundo!

[Just look at the man pose, coat billowing in the wind, chest shining with oil, all that muscle, all that machismo.

Such suave, much smolder, wow.]

You can't have seen anyone as great as me!

[enchantressofore]

That matters not! I would not be wench or wife to egotistical scum such as you!

[She might be getting a little too worked up and angry. In fact it's at the point where she's actually balling a snowball to throw at his stupid face.]

[antivanleather]

More's the pity- a fiery bride is something to be proud of! But alas, your eyes, your temperament. Perhaps in another life.

[He waves a hand vaguely and turns to keep on his path to the center of the village.]

[enchantressofore]

[Yeah enjoy that snowball being thrown at the back of your head, jerk. She packed it as tightly as she could just for you.]

[antivanleather]

[His head snaps forward from the impact and AUGH.

That's cold.

Really cold.

He whirls in a mighty, huffed fury that might be intimidating were it not for the snow dripping comically around his shoulders and off his nose.]

WENCH!

[enchantressofore]

I AM NO ONE'S WENCH!

[It made her hand cold too, but it was worth it to see him finally reacting! He'd been insulting her this whole time with nothing to show for it, so to see something that wasn't his idiotic arrogance was a bit of relief for her own temper, oddly enough.]

[antivanleather]

YOU SHAN'T BE WHEN I AM THROUGH WITH YOU!

[Nevermind the bombs he carried or the bits of magic at his disposal- it is snow that he packs into hard rounds and hurls at this redheaded woman with all his significant might.

It feels a little like being hit with a kitten's paw, to be honest.]

I'm dying of laughter thank you

[enchantressofore]

[You know, when she sees that snowball being lobbed at her, she's expecting it to hit a lot harder than that. So when it makes impact? It takes a good long few seconds for Adela to recover from the sheer disbelief of how much that snowball doesn't hurt.

As if by magic, it completely diffuses her anger. She snorts, unable to hide the smirk that grabs at her lips as she just shakes her head at him.]

Pathetic. I have seen children capable of more than you.

[All right now she can walk away without wanting to murder his face. He's pretty much been dropped to 'harmless if annoying' on her personal grudge latter by then.]

I live to entertain <3

[antivanleather]

[What. No. THIS IS NOT HOW BATTLE IS TO PROCEED!

Frustrated and fuming the next snowball does have a little bit of a bomb packed into the middle. One that fizzles and pops and explodes in a flurry of blue snow when it's tossed a distance from the girl's feet.]

Come back here!

[enchantressofore]

[She stops. And turns. And stares. Just look at how impressed she is Edmundo, she's clearly blown away by the blue snow.]

No.

[She could use a hot bath... So she'll just start heading back 'home' for the day, not even paying Edmundo any more mind. What a fool...]

[antivanleather]

FACE ME!

[Another snowball, this time bursting the snow a bright red.

Almost like blood, close enough to spatter across her boots.]

[enchantressofore]

[This time when she stops she doesn't even turn to face him. She does look at him from over her shoulder, wings flaring a bit under her cloak before she, in a deliberate motion, bites her thumb* so that he can see it.

That's what she thinks of the flashy snow and of his demands.]

[[OoC: *Basically the equivalent of flipping the bird at him if you live in the 15th/16th century or so.]]

[antivanleather]

[He honestly doesn't know what to do about that. But he knows he should be insulted!

SO HE IS!

So insulted that he stalks forward, fists clenched, growling all the way about impudent women and thumbs and mismatched eyes.]

[enchantressofore]

[She's still ignoring him~

And casually heading back to her apartment. A hot bath and some tea sound like a good thing right about then.]

[antivanleather]

[WELL FINE THEN HE DIDN"T NEED TO TEACH HER A LESSON ANYWAY. He's just going to kick the nearest fencepost/ clod of snow/ what have you and resume stalking back to the village.]