I got nothing to do

Yeah, I've been there before way too often. It's super-boring.

Well, I'll honestly try anything once. Any genre, that is. Almost any fandom, but it's hard playing ones I don't know.

Currently, it'd be nice to play:

-Pokemon
-Firefly
-Hello From the Magic Tavern
-Any fantasy
-A couple of kids having fun like kids do
-Anything

Alright.

Hm...well, I have more of an opportunity to play Pokemon than I do fantasy, so why don't we do fantasy?

Or we could also mush them together and make fantasy pokemon.

True.

Yeah, high fantasy pokemon would be pretty great, no Pokeballs tho. Any particular plot, or you just wanna wing it?

Alright, may you start, please?

Questing was a dangerous occupation. Full of honor and glory and wealth and fame. They got all the women and riches they wanted, at the price of a far too short lifespan, and probably the loss of several of their limbs.

Beo picked at the small loaf of bread, occasionally tossing a piece or two to the Taillow sitting on the counter. She would snatch it out of the air and quickly down it before chirping for more. Once this ran out, she'd be chirping the entire day and he wouldn't have any way to shut her up.

Sure, his current job at the post office wasn't exactly glamorous, or even the slightesr bit interesting, but, barring the likelyhood of Taillow pecking his fingers off, Beo would keep all his limbs. Sighing, he spread out over the counter, just about done with it all.

Meanwhile, as May headed towards the post office, he was getting more than a few sideways glances, due to the two giant freaking spiders clinging to him.

Beo looked up boredly, "Alright." He said, straightening and throwing the rest of the loaf at Taillow. She squawked as it hit her, flapping her wings to stay upright before tucking in.

"Name?" He asked, grabbing the list and flipping to the Bs. This guy looked like a Brendon.