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more doodlinsss nsdfjk im so all over the place lately ;;
eld lady doesnât have a name yet but sheâs got a part in the story as soon as she gets one ROFL thus far the extent of the âfantasyâ aesthetic in the designs for this thing has just been like: swirls and fancy cuffs on gloves and boots. which is...... not really enough HAHA. Still workin it out.
also been thinking about how WS OCs would translate to DnD races, just cuz. orfreya obviously would end up a tiefling, but majro was taking me a bit longer until i remembered halflings existed and that was that.
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((A short RP I had with @majros-mishaps ages ago, hope you guys enjoy reading it! If the ending seems a bit abrupt itâs because towards the end I had to quickly leave âcause of late night issues but hope you guys enjoy it regardless! <3))
Majro Skyfern never was one much for hikes in the past, but these days, civilization seemed too stifling. The wilds around The Pier were too familiar, and anyway, who wants to hide outside the place they technically work? This place was infinitely more welcoming. He could get lost here, which is what he wanted to do. He even had found himself humming softly to himself until a sound unlike the chirping of the local wildlife caught his ear. He fell silent looking about himself uneasily.
Jazz let out a defeated sigh and hung upside-down again. She glared at her effects below her that had fallen upon her entrapment; she just HAD to set off one of her own traps on the day she decided to not wear her machetes.
âTake the day off Olka saidâŚâ Jazz grumbled as she crossed her arms glaring at her bag down below, âItâll be fun, just take a walk and jam some tunes, Olka said.â Indeed her uke lay uselessly beside her stuff, but she doubted the instrument would help either. She blinked however when she spotted a passerby and gasped excitedly. An Aurin! They were usually super helpful right?
âEy! Ey buddy!â Jazz stuck both her index fingers in her mouth and let out a loud whistle before waving her arms wildly, âUp here fella!â
Majroâs ear satellites this way and that. If he was a hunter worth a damn heâd have pinpointed the source by now, but the whistle made it impossible to mistake the direction. He lifted his head and tilted it as he regarded the swinging human with a blink.
â...You sure are, maâam. Looks like I found the best hangout spot in the forest huh?â He approached, tail twitching in tentative curiosity. Jazzâs smile brightened, looking quite silly as she dangled with a happy grin and her limbs swinging in the air. But she was just happy somebody finally spotted her!
âIndeedy! Dâaz why I been âhanginâ around hereâ so much!â She snorted at her own joke, but quickly shook her head and grabbed her hands at him. âYa mind grabbinâ my effects there friend? I just need one oâ my stabbies ta knick offa dis rope!â She pointedly looked down at her belongings on the boulder beneath the stranger.
Majro looked down toward the aforementioned effects, then back up towards the human. âIs that...er. A good idea?â He peered downward at the base of the tree, which was very far down below the woman, âMight be kinduva crash landing. Howâd you get up there, anyhow?â
âUm...Jazz did a thing and the rope donât like humans.â Jazz ambiguously explained while her eyes glanced everywhere but at he Aurin as she didnât want to admit the silly mistake she made.
She glanced down at the tree bass and scrunched up her nose at it before she waved a hand, âBah, fuck it, what donâ kill ya only make ya more badass, amiright?â She smirked and proceeded to swing excitedly at the Aurin âEffeeects, câmon gimme sometâinâ sharp at least dude!â
The Aurin chuckled and moved towards the items before kneeling down, âSooomething, huh? Sure it wasnât something you werenât supposed to be doing? Donât figure the property owners take kindly to poaching or anything like that.â He cast a cheeky look to the human, even as he continued to rifle and sift. â...suppose itâs none oâ my beeswax either way.â
Jazz puffed up her cheeks indignantly and looked away âOi I ainâ gotta explain what I been doinâ âround here. Anâ it werenât like dere was any signs saying âYo, ju ainâ allowed ta grab any snackings off da animals here!â so I figured first come first serve!â She tried to swing forward again to see if he found any of her knives in there but tilted her head in a bewildered manner as she asked âBees...wax? Well Jazz ainâ too sure where dose are, but I sure dey can be yours, donât see anybody else claiminâ em!...Just keep dem away from me please, Jazz donâ like bees.â
The redhead shrugged a shoulder, his tail curling thoughtfully, âGuess you got a point there. They might even want help with keeping the wildlife back anyway, canât build on top of a bunch of angry malverines yeah?â
He seemed to find what he was looking for, his ears perking upward in recognition. âOh yeah no, that makes two of us, really. Can you blame us though? Their stingers are as long as my slagging arm.â He gives a visible shudder, and holds up the machete over his head for her approval. âThink thisâll do the trick?â
âASS-CRACKER!â Jazz cheerfully cried out the name of her blade and nodded enthusiastically, âYeah yeah, just throw him o-â Before she could finish the sentence Jazz thought over the horrible results of what could happen if her new acquaintance didnât throw it properly. There was a silent moment before she sheepishly asked, âUh...ya reckon ya could bring it on over here? HeheâŚâ
The little Aurin mouthed to himself worriedly âAss...cracker?â But then smiled amusedly when he realised it was the name for the blade, âYa give all your things names like that?â After Jazzâs second suggestion, his tail grabbed onto the handle of the blade before he started to climb up the trunk as he asked âYa got a name maâam?â
Jazz couldnât help how she stared at the intriguing use of his tail. Truth be told she had seen Aurin from afar, but never really interacted with them much outside of passing, so it was always fascinating for her to watch their new quirks. At his question Jazz nodded brightly, âMmhmm! Each oâ my stabbies got names, includinâ me fists!â Â
She tried to wave up at the fellow as he climbed, but it was awkward due to the upside-down position. âDa nameâs Jazz! Friends call me Jazzy or Shorty, enemies call me little shit, but ya can taaaa-okay Jazz doinâ a spinny, I canât see ya.â She tried to wiggly around but she currently found herself rotating on the rope slowly.
Majro grinned, âHopefully those fists wonât ever have MY name on âem!â He reached a height where he thought he would be in range to hand over the knife, and his tail rose carefully towards his waiting hand. His grip on the tree faltered a bit as the transfer happened, but he managed to hold on.
âPleasure to meetcha, Miss Jazz. Nameâs Majro. Majro Skyfern.â He began to extend the knife toward her, handle first, but recoiled a bit as she span. âOh thatâs...thatâs no good.â The blade was placed between his teeth, and he reached out with his free hand to steady the rope. Then he realized, â...Thish ish worsh.â He looked back toward the tree with worry.
âMajro Skyfern? Dâaz an awesome name!â Jazz felt him nearby and tried to lean over once the rope started to spin towards the Aurin again, but found herself stuck. âEh? Waâz happeninâ over dere Majro?!â Jazz called out and tried to yank herself to him again, but ended up accidentally pulling Majro away from the tree.
âOH SHI-!â She cried out in panic and quickly grabbed onto his arm to make sure he didnât fall, âSorry sorry I tâought ju was done!â
Majro gave a somewhat undignified shriek around the knife as what remained of his grip slipped free of the bark. He seemed destined to make a great splat onto the ground below, but Jazzâs grip on his arm saved him. For that moment, anyhow.
âNoh noh. Thash -â His now free-hand removed the blade from his mouth. It probably didnât have much slobber on it. Probably. Poor Ass-cracker. â...thatâs my bad. This never was my best event in boot camp, come to think of it.â He did his best to lift the macheteâs handle towards the human again, âThink you can manage it with one hand? You can let me fall, I wouldnât blame ya.â
âOâcourse I can do dis with one arm, I ainâ been buildinâ deez guns for nothinâ! Jusâ hold on to my belly anâ Iâll grab the blade!â Jazz sounded almost offended that he even had to ask, but she simply lifted the Aurin up with one arm, grunting with effort while doing so, and waited for him to do as instructed before grabbing the blade.
She started to whack away at the rope until it snapped and jolted them lower suddenly, making Jazz gasp out in shock. Well. Too late to back out now. Her eyes widened as she remembered this time she had a passenger with her in this fall and before the rope finally snapped, Jazz quickly threw the blade down and braced an arm around Majro. She warned him with an awkward smile, âUh...sorry about dis next part.â
She rapidly grabbed onto the Aurin and wrapped all her limbs around him before they plummeted.
Majro did as she asked, clinging onto the human for dear life. âDonât you worry âbout lilâ olâ me! We got dis! Itâs gonna be-â The downward shuddering of the rope put an end to whatever platitude he was in the middle of crowing, â...well, I was gonna say âalrightâ, but.â He clung tighter. âIâm sorry too.â He screeched pretty much the whole way down as the rope finally gave way.
Somehow, he possessed the presence of mind to send an arc of espernetic energy sparking at his hands, but he couldnât formulate the thought quickly enough. His attempt to cushion their landing with espernetics fizzled before it fully took form.
Jazz didnât bother screaming and instead squinted her eyes shut as she braced for the painful impact and encircled the poor panicking Aurin. Luckily for the both of them Jazzâs instincts came out in a blaze, quite literally, as the ball of tangled limbs was inflamed with espernetic fire that took all the damage from the first bounce against a large root. Both Majro and Jazz ended up rolling quickly into a soft flower bed before they slowly halted to a stop, the flames having long dissipated.
Jazz hesitantly blinked her eyes open and let go of Majro as she stared incredulously up at the sky. She let out a small titter. Then a giggle. Which grew into a relieved chuckle and then a loud chortle as she heaved with laughter.
Majroâs eyes squeezed shut as they hit the tree root, a hiss of alarm escaping him. Blue sparks continued to dance about his arms and hands as they continued to roll, trying to formulate some kind of cushion to prevent them from hitting whateverâs coming next as hard as they hit the first stop. The runway however was a great deal softer than he expected. He cracked an eye open, then another. As Jazz pulled away, he sat up, looking not up to the sky but to the ground around them. The humanâs laughter proves contagious, and before long, heâs cackling right along with her. He flopped onto his back as he ran out of breath, petals flying up in his wake.
âHee hee DUDE! WEâRE ALIVE!â Jazz cried out with glee and raised two middle fingers into the air in victory as she roared with a grin âSUCK IT GRAVITY! HAHA!â Jazz felt so buzzed from the rush of the fall that she couldnât help but start rolling around on the grass still laughing, albeit now at a smaller and quieter level. She didnât notice the little firework espernetics that shot out as well from her excitement.
Majroâs arm shot upward out of the grass, a single fistpump, for great justice. âSlag yeah! Trees thought they were taking us down, but not this time!â He boasted, blowing away a petal that had settled on his nose before pulling himself back up to a sitting position. He looked over towards Jazz, âPretty sure I owe my head not being split like a melon to you, maâam. Thanks for the save. You all right? Need any healing or anything?â He lifted a hand, faint blue light at his palm flickering to gold and back to blue a few times before holding steady. As he spied the fireworks she gave off, his hand lowered, âOr...maybe you got it covered.â He added softly.
Jazzâs laughter finally simmered down as she heaved, âOh...Oh sorry boy gimme a sec, I jus- Iâm excited!â
She giggled one last time before sitting up and tried patting down all the flora that got tangled in her curls that grew wilder amidst her rolls. âNah, no need ta thank me when you was da one who got me Ass-cracker from the bottom!â She gasped when she saw his hand flicker gold, âOooh! Ju got the esp-y things too?! Thatâs awesome!â
Majro favored the human with a warm grin, a hand lifting to rustle grass and petals from his own hair as she got her bearings. His hand reached around to the back of his head, stopping short seemingly in surprise before his claws fell, returning to the grass behind him. He still wasnât used to having short hair yet.
Her comment regarding espernetics set him to curling the offered hand back towards himself sheepishly, one hand wringing the other. âHeh, yeah, more like I try to, anyway. Usually pretty good at doinâ stuff that hurts, but the stuff that makes the hurting go away...eh. Not my strong suit. Iâd be willing to try though, if ya needed it!â He crossed his legs, patting his pockets as though looking for something.
The human followed his hands with a thoughtful gaze, not really melancholic but not quite fond either. She didnât really feel like explaining the complications behind her espernetics so Jazz hugged her knees to herself as she simply shook her head smiling, âNah, Jazz been hurt worse than a stupid tree. Itâs how I got dis after all!â She poked the tip of her broken nose with a wink before she patted his knee âBut tâanks for helpinâ me out fella! Ya sure didnât have to do that since you was busy with...withâŚâ
She blinked, â...what were ya doinâ âround these parts?â
Majroâs ears flattened slightly, and a nervous chuckle escaped him. âI...dunno, actually. Whole lotta nothinâ, if Iâm honest.â He found what he was looking for, a chron, somehow miraculously still in one piece. He tapped it to life, âJust...getting fresh air, I guess. Nothing as interesting as fighting rope like you were haha.â
Jazz crossed her arms defensively, âEyy, I said I wasnât lookinâ for rope I was jusâ...doinâ sometâinâ else. Yâknow. Oh shit speakinâ oâ which!â
She bounced up onto her feet and checked the time before grinning, âI oughta be headinâ back to my friend, sheâs probably expectinâ me by now!â Without warning she grabbed the Aurin up into a brief hug snickering, âI see ya later Maj-bro!â
She dropped the Aurin unceremoniously before taking off into a quick jog while waving over her shoulder, poor Majro left bewildered on the grass with petals in his hair again.
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