Rabbit

[Rabbit]

real big fan of yours ,

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"Gonna lay down my sword and shield
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quite the joke to you ,

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"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Harken Sylvanus. My friends call me Rabbit, though. Not sure why."

"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Last time I checked, I was... twenty. I was born June fifth. Right now I work for myself. Lookin' out for number one and all that."

"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Aw, you're sweet. I gotta warn you, though, I got a strict 'look, but don't touch' policy going on at the moment."

"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I'm... what you would call moral support. Not really a rough and tumble type."

"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, buddy. Not that I'm asking you to stop."

kissed me in your room ,

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"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"About five feet, three or four inches."

"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Oh, you cheeky devil, you! Life on the road has conditioned me without making me a muscle-head. I'm svelte and nubile, and that's all you're gonna know about it."

"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I like the high fashion, when I can afford it. Silks, linens, things like that. If it were up to me, I'd dress like a nobleman every day. Sadly, I oftentimes have to make sacrifices in the name of common sense."

"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Oh, you mean that Kurama dude from Yu Yu Hakusho?"

"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Oh, I know, darling. I'm so flattered you noticed."

replied i love you too ,

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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Who doesn't? I like music, and all the glorious things that come from that. I also enjoy objects of beauty, human or otherwise, as well as a good verbal duel to keep the chords limber. As for dislikes, anything ugly gets top shelf. That includes violence and stressful situations. Seriously, life's too short for people to be running around all ugly and mad, tryin' to kill each other. You know what I mean?"

"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"People have told me I suffer from what they so eloquently term 'diarrhea of the mouth.' Personally, I'd say it's just me trying to be friendly; I try and strike up a rapport, even with my enemies, you see.

"As for secrets... well, just between you and me, I'm actually a fighter. It's true. I know about war-like stuff, swordplay and all that junk. I gave up that game, though; I don't wanna get sucked into that nasty world again."

"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"There's not much more to say. I'm just a humble bard, looking for stories and seeing the world, enjoying my youth, you know?"

"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I know! We're so compatible, you just took the words out of my mouth."

a little bit insecure ,

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"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"My goodness, yes! Nothing like a dance to keep the muscles limber."

"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My family? Oh, they're a noble clan of sell-swords, adventurers, swashbucklers and other such romantic stuff. Right now... I'm having a hard time remembering where they are."

"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Oh, I used to run with such a lovely group of friends. I'm... having a hard time finding them, too."

"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"You, know, it's the darndest thing. I used to be a big, heroic warrior dude. You know how it is; king has a high demand of good intentioned men and women with magical artifacts and a desire to beat up monsters. Anyway, I had a group of friends, and we did a bunch of cool stuff. Had a few scrapes with death, too; it didn't take long for me to get sick of the whole wandering group of swordsmen deal.

"I think I broke off from the group. I can't remember. There's this big gap in my memory. One minute, I'm a local hero, the next I'm on some random continent, dressed like a fop with no idea how I got there. At first I was worried, but then I said to myself, I said 'Rabbit, this is your chance to start over.' I decided to run with it, get away from my violent past, and just set up shop as a wandering minstrel."

"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Say no more. I tend to have that effect on the ladies. I'll just excuse myself, then."

of this mistreatment ,

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name. Faust.
age. twenty-one
rp experience. I lost track of the number. Since middle school, I think.
rules. Depends. Is the password "Thundaga?"
rp sample.

It was one of those idyllic little days on the trail. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, there was a refreshing lack of monsters or bandits on the road, and to make matters even more appealing, Rabbit had hitched a ride with a nice group of traders, thus saving his shoes the heartache of unnecessary wear. Rabbit had never seen a carriage like this, but once he got over the noise, the rather intimidating size of the thing, the lack of animals pulling it, and the odd vibrations that rattled as he stood on it, it was actually a rather comfortable ride. Not to mention fast, faster than a chocobo, at least. The people were nice, as well, even if he could not understand a word they were saying. One of the more helpful ones introduced themselves as the "Alphabets" which, judging by their matching outfits, was probably the title of their little circus troupe.

Rabbit contented himself with watching the scenery pass him by, the excited chattering of his fellow passengers. Not even an extended period of time left him any closer to understanding what they were talking about; for the most part, it passed through his head as a blur of noise. As far as he could tell, this hulking metal beast was taking them to something resembling civilization. Whether that civilization was a city, a town, or a hole in the middle of nowhere populated by goblins, the young man could not say. All he could say was that some of the passengers were excited to finally be headed there. Maybe it was somewhere with more giant metal things for them to look at.

Rabbit did not care either way. He felt the wind blowing past his face with a contented smile. He was headed from one adventure to the next. This, he thought to himself, was the life.