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ccunninghamChris had left a carefully folded character sheet slipped into Eddie's locker, something he'd had to do quickly on the way past between classes. He hadn't put his name on it, though that was more out of concern of someone else finding it than anything, since he was reasonably sure she'd know it was from him.
The thing was, the character was technically good, in that all the technical aspects were balanced and correct, if a little hastily scribbled. All of it was hastily scribbled, really, as he'd been filling it out under the guise of taking notes during a church fellowship outing to one of the parishes out in Indianapolis. The character backstory made it painfully obvious that Chris had only rarely -if ever- been encouraged to use his imagination for anything.
Milo Overhill, a halfling bard who had formerly been a noble, but had been disowned for reasons unknown, and who had a habit of settling arguments via headbutting contests. Chris wasn't entirely sure that part fit, but the book had suggested an interesting quirk, and he hadn't been able to think of anything except what he himself had been banned from Sunday nursery lessons for when he was younger.
Really the best part of the character sheet -aside from those technical parts being correct- was the sketch in the frame, looking a little bit like a children's book illustration of Johnny Appleseed, but beardless and with a much fancier mustache.
There was no note to go with it, but as it was Friday afternoon, he had track practice and wouldn't be that difficult to find.
The thing was, the character was technically good, in that all the technical aspects were balanced and correct, if a little hastily scribbled. All of it was hastily scribbled, really, as he'd been filling it out under the guise of taking notes during a church fellowship outing to one of the parishes out in Indianapolis. The character backstory made it painfully obvious that Chris had only rarely -if ever- been encouraged to use his imagination for anything.
Milo Overhill, a halfling bard who had formerly been a noble, but had been disowned for reasons unknown, and who had a habit of settling arguments via headbutting contests. Chris wasn't entirely sure that part fit, but the book had suggested an interesting quirk, and he hadn't been able to think of anything except what he himself had been banned from Sunday nursery lessons for when he was younger.
Really the best part of the character sheet -aside from those technical parts being correct- was the sketch in the frame, looking a little bit like a children's book illustration of Johnny Appleseed, but beardless and with a much fancier mustache.
There was no note to go with it, but as it was Friday afternoon, he had track practice and wouldn't be that difficult to find.
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Date: 2024-02-05 11:08 pm (UTC)"Maybe a little bit," she admits. "But we can work on that together. Like I said, I've made do with a lot less. As for making them less cranky... You could bring snacks, I guess?"
Beer would probably go over better with the 'big kids,' but a large portion of her club are freshmen now, and technically none of them are of legal drinking age, not even Eddie. Plus she can't imagine Chris getting his hands on beer, not without there being a party involved.
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Date: 2024-02-06 07:22 am (UTC)He nodded at the answer, "I've usually got at least an hour while Jeremy's in the library, on the days he hasn't arranged to walk home with somebody else, I mean." A small smile emerged, "And snacks I can do." It would probably be chips, but if he made sure to clean up after himself and practiced his excuse that they were for an after-school get-together, he could probably wing a batch of cookies while he was at it. But he wasn't going to say as much since he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to manage.