Lord Melt

Hm? What is it? Coopa--what is this? "Tumblr"? Oh, I'm supposed to write about myself here, am I? Very well. My name is Melt, of the Fereydun family. I'm quite the distinguished mage and Climber, and was voted Meskia's most elible bachelor three years running. ((Independent RP blog of Melt from Tower of Druaga))

[sonoffereydun]

oh great i think i might be catching that head cold going around

aaahhh anyway i'm off for a bit. next i get back on will be over on my raven blog, won't be on melt's again 'til tomorrow

[lieutenantatomais]

" Uh—-That bird evolve into something coolYeah sure , keep telling yourself that”

[sonoffereydun]

No it doesn't

"Messy hair can be considered rugged, and on some people, handsome. But, but, having hair like a bird is just--!"

[sonoffereydun]

Meskia, city on the bottom floor of the Tower. The first place any visitors to the Tower would find themselves, and where Melt found himself once more, forced back down while his mansion was being repaired from the rather nasty avalanche and roper incident.

Settled in a homely pub, sitting in a corner to avoid the crowds, Melt sipped at a beer. He fingered the book in his coat, bored out of his thick skull since Coopa left to go shopping, and probably gossip with the common folk. He'd considered ordering something more expensive, or even leaving to pursue other entertainment, but the young servant girl had already given him high-pitched berations on how all his money was going towards repairs, and that, technically, he was as broke as he was before becoming a 'hero'.

With a sigh, the mage pushed back his chair, and stood up. Thinking it might be less boring to spend the time alone in his room, he threaded his way through tables, chairs, and patrons, towards the stairs on the opposite side of the room. Upon reaching the middle of the floor, perpendicular to the doorway, Melt bumped into someone, spilling his drink over the new entrant to the bar.

"Err..." It took the aristocrat a moment to recover from his social faux pax, and to address the young man before him. "Terribly sorry. I'll, uh," darn he wished Coopa were here. She would have taken care of this mess in a second.

"First drink's on me?"

[lieutenantatomais]

" Mh? Oh yeah , but don’t worry about that , lot’s of people said that my hair looks like a bird nest"

[sonoffereydun]

"It's better than being the bird..."

[lieutenantatomais]

" Mh? you dont? Maybe If I do this~" 

" And if ya can’t see it yet"

" Ta-dah!"

[sonoffereydun]

"...D-does my hair really look like that?!"

[sonoffereydun]

>goes to make a starter

>remembers Melt named the town he lives in/built after himself

>Meltland

>can't write starter anymore because laughing

[sonoffereydun]

" Sir your hair looks like a Torchic " *Hi I'm here to troll*

"Coopa, what’s a ‘Torchic’?"

"Er, it appears it’s some sort of red chicken, my lord. And he’s completely right.”

"Are you saying I’m a chicken?!"

[lieutenantatomais]

" This is a Torchic"

[sonoffereydun]

"...I don't see the resemblance. Maybe you're too uncouth to notice, but I have a distinct regal grace that obviously can't be compared to a 'chicken'."

[sonoffereydun]

" Sir your hair looks like a Torchic " *Hi I'm here to troll*

"Coopa, what's a 'Torchic'?"

"Er, it appears it's some sort of red chicken, my lord. And he's completely right."

"Are you saying I'm a chicken?!"

[sonoffereydun]

you know social anxiety has gone too far when it prevents you from going up to people you've rped with before on another blog and are friends with to ask for an rp on loser melt blog

[sonoffereydun]

to celebrate this blog being, erm, partially up and running, have some Melt's that I doodled (alone with fem!Melt from episode 5 in which I forgot to color Melt's eyes, and Coopa as a boy)

[sonoffereydun]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Wherever all the pretty ladies are, of course. There's just no point in visiting a place without a good view.