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Post by Elindë on Jan 29, 2012 18:06:51 GMT 7
Phoenix watched developments from his slight vantage point for a while before letting go of Marcus and wandering off. Lovai watched him go, thinking he really should follow but he couldn't be asked.
The Sinda didn't go far though. He ducked into a shop and returned with a huge pail of water, so heavy he could barely lift it, and sneaked up on Rucran. Lovai watched, now trying to hide his grin. Phoenix wasn't bothering to hide his impish smile. He ran up behind the half elf and sloshed the whole pail over his head.
"Sit down! Sit down!" Phoenix chattered, turning the pail upside down and putting it on the floor, "I can't reach the top of your head unless you sit down."
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Post by Rae on Jan 30, 2012 8:06:18 GMT 7
Marcus recieved Erin's message, grinning as he wondered why people didn't like his Games. He loved his Games. They were a blast! So why didn't other people like them?
Reaver failed to reply to Erin, staring in abject horror at Ruc's scarf. Oh, how utterly ghastly. He felt he should shoot whomever had designed that scarf; the strange, overly-bright, oddly-patterned bit of fabric was of obscene taste and no one in their right mind (or even in their wrong mind, for that matter) should ever be confronted with it. Fighting the urge to throw the scarf away, Reaver jumped backwards; pulling Erin with him, out of the way of the water.
Marcus laughed.
"What the hell are you doing?" Marcus choked out, laughing still as Reaver gasped the same words.
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Post by Basil on Jan 30, 2012 23:50:36 GMT 7
Rucran gasped water splashed down him. He could feel the lukewarm liquid running down his back. The gauzy scarf was clinging to his head. He spat out the water in his mouth and attempted to brush the wet hair away from his eyes. Impatiently he ripped the scarf away from his head and threw it to the ground. Great! Now he is hungry, smelly and wet. He daren’t even imagine what state he’ll be in a couple of hours from now. The elven nurse started regretting not volunteering for the night shift. At least, he’d be cleaner and much drier than he was presently.
The sounds around him were muffled indicating that his ears were water clogged. He shook his head in an attempt to clear the water from his ears. It didn’t help much, but he managed to hear Phoenix asking him to sit down. Having nothing to lose, the half elf did so.
“Are you going to do what I think you would?” Rucran quibbed, his humor slowly coming back now that the shock was starting to wear off.
Knowing Phoenix the way he did (or believe he did), the blonde was confident that it will be for the best. Everyone had their peculiarities, but the Elf was one of the more steady muses he knew. That said quite a lot given the number of muses he knew. He watched the rest quietly, not too sure what to say. Neither was he feeling very chatty. His hunger seemed to dictating how he felt currently.
“Karimi! Mr. Navigator here nearly got us lost. AND KILLED!”
He straightened up as the familiar shrill voice continued. “God knows what we will do without Impy around. He deserves every ounce of chocolate I can carry in my pocket. Tomorrow!”
“I need a panadol soon,” Rucran muttered as he facepalmed, his bad mood returning in full force.
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Post by Elindë on Jan 31, 2012 0:18:59 GMT 7
Phoenix pulled the scarf off the half-Elf's head and threw it to the ground. Best place for it Lovai thought. He had mooched over to watch developments. Phoenix straightened the half-Elf's head, slightly heavy-handedly, humming an old song. Then he set to the plaits, experience allowed him to untwine even the most unruly of them quickly, though it was still reasonably slow work. Presently he began muttering the song under his breath and then he was singing it: "'Gler' i aran Ho i chach-edh-roch Herdir faigwain I weth-e-hu lab vaewain 'Gler' i aran Ho i chach-edh-roch "Gler' ernil mîn Ho i chuch-edh-roch Gwethes dithwain I buch-e-hu medith' aen 'Gler' ernil mîn Ho i chuch-edh-roch" "So what does that mean?" Lovai asked, leaning against the wall and trying to ignore the gaudy scarf on the ground. "It is unsuitable for young ears," Phoenix replied, impishly, "so I shant tell you." "Oh, please, Eldu!" Lovai said. "I told you no!" Phoenix snapped, all humour gone. He glared at the younger Elf before returning to undoing Ruc's plaits. It seemed that the nurse wasn't imune to the Sinda's sudden bad mood, "Have you seen the state of your hair? How can you stand being this filthy in peace time? And why on earth did you have these monsterous plaits put in the the first place? They're hideous. I'd rather have my hair lopped off that have it put in this style!" "Manners, Elf-king!" Lovai snapped. Phoenix stared daggers at him but continued in silence. [The song's at the bottom of this fanfic though read with caution. Adult theme...] |
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Post by Basil on Jan 31, 2012 2:09:01 GMT 7
Rucran wasn’t sure how he really felt about having his braids undone. Kind of annoyed was one of the many emotions he was feeling, but anything would be better than attracting Gigi. He was glad the canoneer was happily distracted by Karimi, judging from what he heard. He listened to Phoenix for a moment. Soon he was humming along to the tune. It was a catchy one. The words seemed pretty immaterial to him.
“Phoenix, Lovai is right. The song is pleasant to the ear. Whatever does it mean?”
Hearing that it was unsuitable for young ears piqued his interest even more. He would have joined Lovai in trying to tease the information out of the elder Elf had Phoenix not snapped at him suddenly. His first impulse was to snap back at the Sindar, but he kept his mouth shut a moment. He mulled over his words whilst secretly agreeing with Lovai.
“I am quite fond of new things, Phoenix,” he replied trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible. “Patients get bored seeing the same old hairstyles. I like doing things that amuses them. Helping them forget how dreary the place is.”
He shrugged. “Guess that’s what we can do to help them heal.”
Maybe mentioning that he had colored contacts wouldn’t be a good idea, Rucran thought. If Phoenix wasn’t too pleased with his hair, he had no idea how the other would react to the outrageous colors he collected. Among which, the acidic orange was his favorite. The only person freaked out by the acidic orange eyes was Ron and Dr. Terry and Lilian… okay, maybe it freaked out half the people he met. But it was still pretty cool in his opinion.
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Post by Κομμα on Jan 31, 2012 2:17:36 GMT 7
The sound of the familiar voice--and the fact that it had called her name--caused Karimi to look around.
"Gigi!!!"
A moment later, she forfeited her attempt at talking the blue-haired sorcerer into helping her, and tackled Gigi around the knees.
She sniffed pitifully, letting go and clasping her hands together in front of her. "Janx was s'posed to play hide and seek with me but he got lost and I was in the alleys and I heard too many scary people there to go find him before I couldn't hear him anymore and--"
"For Pete's sake, we found her, would you stop pulling my hair!" Karimi looked over to see Janx struggling with a tiny imp atop his head; the gray-skinned critter darted down his arm and jumped onto Karimi's shoulder. Karimi looked up at him as he rubbed at his scalp, flinching. "Next time you run off could you at least take that little nuisance with you?" Impy stuck his tongue out at the blue haired pirate, then the three inch tall minion darted beneath his master's mess of curly green hair. "Actually," Janx said, "next time don't run off at all. Didn't we go through the same thing in Jaya?"
Karimi offered her most pathetic pout. "I'm sorry...?"
Janx sighed. "Just don't do it again. And don't mention it to your grandad?" he added hopefully. Karimi nodded, grinning. "Good. But you're still a little hellion." Karimi's hair was ruffled (much to the detest of Impy, who scratched at Janx's hand with a rather nasty set of claws) before Janx spotted Magus.
"Oi, Maggie!" Magus flinched as the blue-haired pirate approached; he had been hoping to avoid this, but Janx had been blocking precisely the direction he had intended to go in. He pulled his cloak around his left side a bit more as Janx stopped in front of him; he had taken interest in the silver amulet than hung from Magus' belt there before and he had no intent of letting it be stolen. "What brings you out this way, oh great and powerful demon king?" Janx asked, smirking.
"I've instructed you not to address me by that title."
Janx shrugged. "Better than Maggie, isn't it?" Magus glared pointedly at him. "Thought so. Did you find the little Satan spawn over there?"
"No, thankfully. It would seem they did," he said, pointing towards the nearby group Karimi had been with previously. Janx looked over at them, his eyes passing over the dead body nearby them without much thought on it going through his mind. He was used to much seedier parts of Tipperary than this street and occasionally even seedier places than those sectors of Tipperary, leaving little alarm to be had from him at the sight corpses.
"You folks?" he said, looking among them all. He shrugged. "Well, thank you very much. I didn't particularly fancy the idea of telling her grandfather I'd lost her in another dimension...."
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Post by Basil on Feb 12, 2012 16:34:16 GMT 7
“Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer…”
Ember bunny hopped down the street, pausing occasionally to shake to the beat of the song. The heavily bandaged body strapped to her back didn’t seem to hinder her movements at all. She shifted the pizza box from one hand to other. Her friend had better be grateful. Carrying a piping hot pizza was not easy. Hopefully it would still be warm when she arrived.
“Love’s sweet voice is callin’ yonder,” she sang as she wrapped her free arm round a passing muse and swung behind him, nearly causing him to lose balance. It pleased her no end to notice that that man couldn't see her at all.
“Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer.”
The black haired muse gave a cheerily wave to those who stopped to stare at her. None of them seemed to realize that not everyone could see her. The other passers-by who collided into the on-lookers cursed them. September continued skipping around and singing, thoroughly enjoying the commotion she caused.
Her amusement was short lived. She noticed someone standing at an unmanned stall. Stepping to one side to get a better angle, she noticed that the man in the white suit had picked up a red stone. She didn't have the time to observe for long when the crowd began jostling her out of the way. She didn’t want to elbow her way through. Having a “ghost” in the area will bring unnecessary attention to her presence.
September darted into the alley to get away from the main street. Thinking quickly, she rounded the back of the building and returned to the same spot. A few more muses seemed to have joined the group by then. The stone was nowhere in sight.
Doubting that everyone in the group could see her, she skipped over confidently. She stopped behind one of them, he seemed to be engrossed with something. She tip toed so that she peered from behind his shoulders, making faces at his companions. Her intelligent black eyes observed each of the group in turn, memorizing the details she could make out in the dim light. Only one had his back to her.
“Oh my…” A white haired female exclaimed. “Phoenix, your pocket!”
“What are you talking about? There’s no one there.” The male finally turned round.
“Someone’s behind Phoenix, Ru.”
At that moment, a muse with something that looked like a cannon strapped to her back looked up; the dull light reflecting from the lenses of her glasses. September blinked for a moment before bursting with laughter. Why didn’t she recognize they were glasses earlier?
She stepped away and gave a tiny bow. The arms of the body flopped over her head comically before falling back into position when she straightened up. It was a good thing that the woman thought she was a pick-pocket rather than a spy.
“So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye,” she sang as she waved with gusto.
She stepped backwards slowly. She finished the song, gave another dramatic bow before darting into the crowd, half of whom were still staring open-mouthed in her direction. The pizza box was clutched tightly to her body like a square-shaped teddy bear. The box was no longer warm, but she was too excited to care. Neither did she care about the comments regarding audacious pick-pockets.
(Need to rush out ... =P Lemme know if I made any mistakes! <3 Thanks.... Also September isn't actually a spy... she's more of a scout. =P)
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Post by Elindë on Feb 13, 2012 21:35:19 GMT 7
(short post is short >.<)
Phoenix turned round just after Rucran did, though his reaction was less subdued:
"For once I'm not the person seeing people!"
Lovai blinked at him, just before the older Elf wrapped his arms around the younger's shoulders, "Erin's right, Eldu, there is someone there."
"Hmm?" Phoenix looked again and now it would seem his mood had improved enough for him to see this mysterious newcomer. His eyes widened and she seemed to disappear again, "What kind of evil witchcraft is this?"
Lovai sighed and disentangled himself from his guardian. "Sometimes I wonder who's helping who out of the pair of us," he muttered, "and I take it no one's going to say 'hello' to this woman?" Despite his scathing tone, he made no move towards her. Something about her was deeply sinister. Phoenix stayed by Lovai; Rucran would just have to deal with the half dozen cornrows still in his hair himself.
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Post by Κομμα on Feb 14, 2012 2:21:08 GMT 7
Karimi eyed the woman warily; curiously, but still warily. Her thoughts were actually a little fuzzy, and very musical, it seemed; it was hard to make sense of a whole lot of it. She looked up at Janx, who was trying to point out to Magus exactly where the woman was; it seemed others among them were also having trouble seeing her.
A loud screeching suddenly cut Karimi off from what little she could make out of the woman's thoughts, and Impy was jumping up and down on her shoulder, pointing and making a general spectacle of himself.
"Impy, ssshhhh!" she hissed at the little imp, catching him by the tail before he could take off after the strange musical woman. She held him by the tail in front of her and he dangled upside down, arms crossed and pouting and grumbling. Any time there was almost any sort of music, it was off with him. He always found his way back, but this time, with this lady.... Karimi wasn't sure about her. She didn't like some of the thoughts, and she really didn't like the bandaged thing she was carrying on her back.
"Stay here." The imp was placed back upon his master's shoulder, and he sat down quite heavily (or, at the very least, as heavily as something only a few inches tall could sit down) and pouted, his dark gray, pointed tail swishing impatiently. He hoped the music-lady would be back. This group was rather dull for his tastes.
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Post by Rae on Feb 17, 2012 2:29:58 GMT 7
"What girl?" Marcus inquired, his voice heavy with amusement. He was lying, of course. He'd seen the strange girl running around, but thought it would be better to not mention it. It was so much fun to make people puzzled.
He glanced at Reaver to ask if he'd seen her and noted his friend looked bored; not alarmed, not amused, just...bored. He didn't see her, the shadow man decided. Though, he wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, he thought he saw his friend's eyes tracking someone in the crowd.
(Late Rae is late. >_< Sorry. And sorry for the short post. *still can't get Reaver to tell her if he saw Ember or not*)
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