[Oh, huh. Weird place you've got here. Pretty little wisps, though. Merle is approached by one quickly, and he smiles at it for a second, moving to greet it. That's when he's hit with the type of terror he hasn't felt since his century on the run.]
Aw, shit.
[He pulls out his warhammer and swings wildly at the wisp of a Clockroach, but it doesn't succeed in doing much more than waving around its form. It's not like he can use magic against it and see if that works, after all.]
PRETTY FLY FOR JOSS WHEDON'S CULT HIT SERIES
[Merle has his shirt off for some reason(????) and is leaning back in the grass, letting giant fireflies swirl overhead and occasionally land on him, taking off from the hair on his chest intermittently. He can get used to dreams like this. Nothing awful, just some nice grassy fields with some pleasant bugs.
His shirt is folded up and laid out on the grass next to him, and he closes his eyes, resting his head back on the grass and his arms. He takes a deep breath, not really noticing anyone's around with him when he talks out loud.]
Just a nice, chill night's rest... Nothing jumping at my ass for once. Yeah, I could party with this.
[He chuckles to himself. Restful sleep, who'd have thought?
No one tell him about the acid spit.]
COME ON, FLOWERS. COME ON, OTHER TYPE OF FLOWERS
I cast Charm Person!
[Merle shouts this at no one in particular, waving his arms at a shambling mass of dirt and flora, the hottest piece of ass this side of heaven he's seen in a while.
Only he doesn't have his magic, without Pan's ear any longer. At least it's theoretically a spell he has. For once.
Merle ineffectually directs his energies at the spindlank wandering around outside his reach for a few more moments before realizing his mistake.]
Right. Dammit, Pan. Couldn't give me a break for once, huh? What are you good for, anyway!?
[He folds his arms, annoyed, muttering to himself.]
merle highchurch ( the adventure zone ) ota ; will match format!
[Oh, huh. Weird place you've got here. Pretty little wisps, though. Merle is approached by one quickly, and he smiles at it for a second, moving to greet it. That's when he's hit with the type of terror he hasn't felt since his century on the run.]
Aw, shit.
[He pulls out his warhammer and swings wildly at the wisp of a Clockroach, but it doesn't succeed in doing much more than waving around its form. It's not like he can use magic against it and see if that works, after all.]
PRETTY FLY FOR JOSS WHEDON'S CULT HIT SERIES
[Merle has his shirt off for some reason(????) and is leaning back in the grass, letting giant fireflies swirl overhead and occasionally land on him, taking off from the hair on his chest intermittently. He can get used to dreams like this. Nothing awful, just some nice grassy fields with some pleasant bugs.
His shirt is folded up and laid out on the grass next to him, and he closes his eyes, resting his head back on the grass and his arms. He takes a deep breath, not really noticing anyone's around with him when he talks out loud.]
Just a nice, chill night's rest... Nothing jumping at my ass for once. Yeah, I could party with this.
[He chuckles to himself. Restful sleep, who'd have thought?
No one tell him about the acid spit.]
COME ON, FLOWERS. COME ON, OTHER TYPE OF FLOWERS
I cast Charm Person!
[Merle shouts this at no one in particular, waving his arms at a shambling mass of dirt and flora, the hottest piece of ass this side of heaven he's seen in a while.
Only he doesn't have his magic, without Pan's ear any longer. At least it's theoretically a spell he has. For once.
Merle ineffectually directs his energies at the spindlank wandering around outside his reach for a few more moments before realizing his mistake.]
Right. Dammit, Pan. Couldn't give me a break for once, huh? What are you good for, anyway!?
[He folds his arms, annoyed, muttering to himself.]
Didn't want a plant boyfriend anyway...