[There's an albino kid being jolted awake by the loud trumpeting noise in the room. He holds the sheets close to his chest as he peers about the room, finding himself more and more disoriented by his surroundings.]
M-mutti?
[Now, this kid is no stranger to living in a house in the woods. He and his mother have been doing that all his life. The problem is, he and his absent mother are also from 16th century Germany. The modern amenities of the cabin are completely alien to him, as is the strange fashion he's wearing for some reason?]
... What is this place?
2A. Don't eat the prince.
[By now, he's gotten sort of used to 21st century camping. There is still a lot of modern stuff he doesn't quite understand...
Like this breakfast, for instance. Mär pokes at one of the frog's legs with a fork, unsure if he should be eating this with his bacon and eggs. The "pancakes" weren't very appetizing either, considering they didn't even have any filling in them. What atrange food...
He turns to the kid next to him for awnsers.] Is this what you people normally have for breakfast?
Wildcard: First aid is important.
[Mär didn't trust those wooden horses one bit. They looked like monsters from the kinds of fairy tales his mother used to tell him. Not wanting to ride the monsters into certian doom, he elected to stay at the campsite instead.
To pass the time, Mär decided to gather whatever herbs he could to create some medicine for a first aid kit. His mother was something of a wise woman who brought natural homemade cures to the neighbouring town. Remembering the recipes he helped her with, he tried to recreate some of them with the fruit from the snack room and non-poisonous plants he found around camp.
He'll be doing this in the mess hall if anyone wants to say hi.]
März von Ludowing | Sound Horizon's Märchen
1. What are Stereos
-AAAAH!
[There's an albino kid being jolted awake by the loud trumpeting noise in the room. He holds the sheets close to his chest as he peers about the room, finding himself more and more disoriented by his surroundings.]
M-mutti?
[Now, this kid is no stranger to living in a house in the woods. He and his mother have been doing that all his life. The problem is, he and his absent mother are also from 16th century Germany. The modern amenities of the cabin are completely alien to him, as is the strange fashion he's wearing for some reason?]
... What is this place?
2A. Don't eat the prince.
[By now, he's gotten sort of used to 21st century camping. There is still a lot of modern stuff he doesn't quite understand...
Like this breakfast, for instance. Mär pokes at one of the frog's legs with a fork, unsure if he should be eating this with his bacon and eggs. The "pancakes" weren't very appetizing either, considering they didn't even have any filling in them. What atrange food...
He turns to the kid next to him for awnsers.] Is this what you people normally have for breakfast?
Wildcard: First aid is important.
[Mär didn't trust those wooden horses one bit. They looked like monsters from the kinds of fairy tales his mother used to tell him. Not wanting to ride the monsters into certian doom, he elected to stay at the campsite instead.
To pass the time, Mär decided to gather whatever herbs he could to create some medicine for a first aid kit. His mother was something of a wise woman who brought natural homemade cures to the neighbouring town. Remembering the recipes he helped her with, he tried to recreate some of them with the fruit from the snack room and non-poisonous plants he found around camp.
He'll be doing this in the mess hall if anyone wants to say hi.]