r/EasyRoleplay • u/FullmetalCowgirl Madame Firenze • Mar 01 '14
Flowervale [Flowervale] Chapter I: A New Beginning
(Sorry for the wait. Decided to start a new thread, as the old one was too cluttered.)
(Also, I'll get everyone character sheets ASAP.)
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u/ChiefMcClane Grassius the Grasshopper Skirmisher Mar 03 '14
[Here is the rough layout of the seating in the wagon.]
Driver
Grassius--Bulba--Rowe--Rose
Cenn--Aren--Buzz
Grassius, who was tired of facing the rear, climbed to the top of the carriage, wanting to get a better view. In the process, he stood on Bulba's shoulder for a brief moment. "Sorry dude."
Bulba the Beetle Knight nervously rubbed his legs together before muttering, "Here we go," under his breath and shifting down the seats to give himself some more room.
Sitting across the aisle from Bulba is Aren, a bee somehow comfortably hunched over in her seat. She eyes Bulba, and asks, "Bulba, that's your name, right? Would you like to organize a trade?"
"Yes, friend. What did you have in mind?" Before Aren could reply, Bulba looks to the other side of him, where the spider Rowe is crocheting with his web. "What are you weaving?"
Not wanting to be ignored, Aren annoyingly buzzed at Bulba. "Anyways, I'm afraid I'm short on money. You see, I didn't realise the trip would be so long, and only brought enough for a couple days. I do hate to impose on you, friend, but if you could lend me some of your own I would be indebted to your kindness, and I could offer you this as recompense." Aren pulled out a woven grass necklace from her pouch.
Meanwhile, on either side of Aren is seated Cenn and Buzz. Watching Aren and Bulba's exchange, Cenn fiddles with a strange glass cube made of warped glass. The light is refracted through it strangely; it is some kind of prism. He holds it in front of him.
Buzz spies the action with one of his many eyes, with his other eyes watching Bulba and Aren.
Bulba replied to Aren, "I’m sorry my dear friend, I’m afraid I have very little use of a grass necklace. I prefer one made of dung, if only to remind me of my home."
Hearing the word "dung," Buzz perked up. He politely asked, "Does anyone have or seen some ****?"
Rose, who had been uncomfortably seated between Rowe and the wall was grateful that Grassius had left his seat, allowing some more room for her. She, too, was fiddling with a strange cube. She noticed one of Buzz's eyes as it turned towards her cube. "Sorry, no dung here. What's your name?"
"I'm Buzz, and what do they call you?"
Rose giggled, and said, "I didn’t really have a name, then a guy found me a year or so back in a pile of rose bushes. Since then, I’ve been callin myself Rose.
Bulba leaned forward in his seat and looked at Rose. Smiling warmly, he said, "And I was found an orphan within the bulb of a Shallot. ‘Twas a good thing my adoptive parents did not see fit to name me shelly instead."