Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13431011-20170313204654/@comment-29611741-20170315181602

Charem quickly grabs his already-packed belongings and was ready to head out.

Charem: Let's get going! Now's not the time for standing! That's for later! As they start walking, Charem starts his story... ''I met him at a bar, of all places.

''He was a Jalepeno, as irritable as a lion with others on its territory, and he burnt a few plants within seconds of walking in because they gave him funny faces. Half of everyone in the place basically charged at him after he started tasting all of their drinks, and half of everyone ended up burnt and bruised all over. No one died, so don't worry about that. Then he approached my table. ''

''Normally, I'd be one of the first to swing against a disruptive plant, but I just barely didn't get buried under a blown-up bank(which I learned later was his doing) because of my strength, so I really didn't have the energy or will to fight back at the moment. So, as he came over, I poured out the mug of my beat-up neighbor and slid it to him. He replied: "Gentleplant." before sipping it and spitting it out. "Typical horrendous taste!" he exclaimed as he burnt me and put leafless me into my own mug. I remind you that this was before I got my power, but I still had excellent leaf regeneration for an average Chard Guard. He told me to make him a drink for him, but I remarked "I can't brew. Should've asked the barkeep before you punched him in the face." That Jalepeno, angry as a raging bear, threw me across the room in the mug... or so he thought. I slipped into the mug I gave him a bit ago, and while he was dazed by the lack of a burnt chard in the mug he just blasted with his fire, I gave him a punch with my little leaf that's regrown a bit. That was enough to knock over the confused pepper.''

''Of course, he quickly recovered, but instead of fighting back, he gave a madman's laugh and said all he needed was someone who could actually throw a punch. I got him a beer of his tastes from someone he knocked out that had the same, then said that he'd be there same time next week. Bbefore he left, I asked the pepper one last question: "Well, how're you gonna get this bar up again after you kinda lit half of it on fire?" He gave a final response: "That's been taken care of." He left the place a small burnt remnant of what it was, with a bunch of burnt and beaten plants and tables.''

Charem: Somehow, from what I was told by friends who went regularly there, the place rebuilt itself within a couple of days, actually looking better than it did before. I investigated to find out that the barkeeper woke up to a box of gold. That crazy Jalepeno and I became good friends, but that plant did not know what it meant to hold back. He only burnt up the place once again before his time, but there were way too many close calls. I could talk all day about those.