Open Post

[wanderingarchon]

*Open Post*

Step 1. Pick a Muse.
Step 2. Leave me a prompt or starter ( picture prompts, tfln, random scenario meme, anything).
Step 3. ???
Step 4. Profit.

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consider: yes

[wanderingarchon]

[ He’s about to tell whoever sat down that he’s really not in the mood for company when he catches a glimpse of familiar red hair and he looks up fully. His mouth curves up into a small smirk. There aren’t many people who he’d let stay after the day he’s had. Arthur however breaks most of his rules. ]

Long week. [ He picks his newly refreshed drink and takes a long swallow. ]

What brings you to this classy establishment?

[inklongdry]

[ Arthur raises a hand to catch the barkeep's attention, angling his head at Rhys in a "I'll have what he's having" sort of gesture. The fellow nods and disappears behind the bar, while Arthur turns his attention back to his fellow Viera. Blue eyes peek over the tops of his shaded spectacles, his grin losing some of its edge as the conversation turns towards matters of business. ]

The same thing as you, I'd reckon. Why is it always bandits?

[wanderingarchon]

Because when it comes down to it most of them have shite for brains.

[ He sighs and knocks back the rest of his drink, motioning for another when the barkeep makes Arthur's.]

So it's lead you here, can I assume this is where your trail ended as well?

[inklongdry]

That you can.

[ He frowns a bit, folding his hands on the table between them. He contemplates the top of the table for a moment, lantern light glinting off his glasses. ]

Entire gangs of bandits don’t just up and vanish like this, especially not the ones mucking around with voidsent. It’s right swiving strange.