Post by Rae on Aug 7, 2005 20:29:45 GMT -5
...
"Heads."
Clink.
"Blast!"
There is a rustle as a certain redheaded former mercenary gets down on his hands and knees to search for the coin he'd dropped in the grass. A glint of copper in a slight dip causes Joshua to grin. He picks it up and dusts it off slightly before flipping again.
"Okay, tails."
The coin flashes as Joshua catches it and surveys the upside--heads. He frowns slightly.
"Didn't I just save you from rusting to shreds in an unknown corner of the forest?" he asks, mock-seriously. "You're lucky I didn't spend you in the arena..."
Joshua sighs and flips it again.
"Heads, and this time you shall not..."
The coin comes up tails. Joshua scoffs and pockets the coin before unsheathing his sword and pulling a cloth out from his sleeve. He polishes the edge disheartenedly for a moment, watching his reflection clear in the iron before sheathing the blade and pocketing the cloth.
Maybe if I polish that coin, it'd do what I wanted it to.
At the thought, an image of the coin finally coming up heads--without cheating on his part--pops into Joshua's head. He grins, then thinks again.
Either that, or it'd be easier to cheat with a clean coin.
...
OOC: *cough* Haven't RPed in a while, so I'm kind of rusty. But, I couldn't resist our favorite myrmidon.
"Heads."
Clink.
"Blast!"
There is a rustle as a certain redheaded former mercenary gets down on his hands and knees to search for the coin he'd dropped in the grass. A glint of copper in a slight dip causes Joshua to grin. He picks it up and dusts it off slightly before flipping again.
"Okay, tails."
The coin flashes as Joshua catches it and surveys the upside--heads. He frowns slightly.
"Didn't I just save you from rusting to shreds in an unknown corner of the forest?" he asks, mock-seriously. "You're lucky I didn't spend you in the arena..."
Joshua sighs and flips it again.
"Heads, and this time you shall not..."
The coin comes up tails. Joshua scoffs and pockets the coin before unsheathing his sword and pulling a cloth out from his sleeve. He polishes the edge disheartenedly for a moment, watching his reflection clear in the iron before sheathing the blade and pocketing the cloth.
Maybe if I polish that coin, it'd do what I wanted it to.
At the thought, an image of the coin finally coming up heads--without cheating on his part--pops into Joshua's head. He grins, then thinks again.
Either that, or it'd be easier to cheat with a clean coin.
...
OOC: *cough* Haven't RPed in a while, so I'm kind of rusty. But, I couldn't resist our favorite myrmidon.
