it’s sword of a lot
starter for @prhyst!
THIS ISN'T THE STRANGEST thing he's dragged himself into. A roleplaying game played out in the open for the whole student body to see? Pssh, he's done worse. But as he gears up in faux armor, and straps a dinky wooden sword to his hip, the black paint chipping off the hilt, he thinks to himself— it's probably one of the most fun. He smiles as he finishes costuming himself, tying a cloth band around his brow to complete the look.
"...And what did you say your character's name was, again?" The student in charge asks him.
"Troude." He answers readily. Gods, it's hard to say it with a straight face.
"Right... Troude the hot myrmidon…" the kid scribbles it down on a piece of paper. They hand it over to Perne, a finger tapping on the blank spaces.
"Anyways, before our campaign starts, we'll need another myrm. Can I ask you to find someone?"
Perne grins. "Leave it to me."
His eyes are quick to scan the courtyard their game's situated in, head swiveling as he searches every corner for a familiar face. It's fairly crowded at this time of day, with groups of people sitting beneath trees and lying on the grass. None of them look awfully busy. It shouldn't take too long for him to find his mark.
After another scan of the area, he catches a head of ginger hair, glowing bronze in the afternoon sun. Bingo! Perne's eyes widen— he knows this guy! …He thinks. He's pretty sure he's seen him around, anyways. In any case, he follows that thread of familiarity, however thin it may be, and walks over to him with a skip in his step.
"Hey!" he waves, "This miiight be a bit sudden but I need me another myrmidon pal for this thing I'm doin', and ya look right for the job. Whaddya say?"