Turnip
Magnificent Turnip
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- Private property what the heck are you doing here
- Seen Oct 12, 2023
Acting pissed off – which, technically, he was – seemed to have worked in Turnip's favour. A little bit, at least. Robin hadn't stopped looking perturbed at Turnip's general presence, but Turnip could live with that. Lucina, it turned out, was more hospitable. Apparently it was some kind of PKer-paranoia, which was kind of understandable considering yesterday's events.
"Anyways, I don't who you are calling Batman... but if that's supposed to be me," Lucina said, "Call me Adam."
Adam? Turnip was intrigued by the name, Like Adam West? Maybe Lucina is Batman after all…
The two began to make their way to the dungeon, and Turnip followed, laughing slightly, "Yeah, I was calling you Batman. Because he was Robin, and you guys were together. You know, Batman and Robin. Adam and Robin doesn't have the same ring to it, but I'll roll with it. I'm Turnip, though that's probably a tad obvious."
The journey to the dungeon passed very quickly, the group having walked in mostly silence. Time flies when you're… in awkward company? Eh. Turnip had happily finished his bun along the way, now suitably full.
They reached the entrance, and Adam drew his rapier. It was a nice-looking sword, though Turnip kind of expected good gear on a level fourteen player. Turnip pulled Boomeraxe from his belt with his left hand – he guessed that weapons were 'allowed' now. Frankly, he couldn't wait to try the axe out.
Turnip spoke up, "Well, this is where you originally suggested we part ways." He gestured to the entrance to the dungeon – the single entrance to the dungeon. "But, unless you're going in somewhere else, I'd guess that my awful company is pretty much unavoidable."
He could tell that the two were definitely still edgy, and it still bugged him that they saw him as a threat purely based on his appearance. Taking off his helmet, though, was a no-no, and even if he did, it wouldn't solve anything. He'd have to work on something to make himself less threatening. Maybe a badge: 'Turnip: Certified Non-murderer.'
Turnip shrugged apologetically, "Sorry. At any rate, I doubt an extra sword-arm would be a bad idea if those two PKers from yesterday showed up again. Weren't they level eleven and fifteen?" A scary thought occurred to him – Turnip had kind of ratted them out, so he was, if anything, more of a target than Lucina and Robin were. "I'm not one to be paranoid ordinarily, but I'd fancy my chances better in a group of three, wouldn't you? Where'd the rest of your group go, anyway?"