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 Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 7:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 7:47 pm
 I won't stop until I win... ʀץδєʀ мαςҜєηηα
Current
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"Fine, carry on, then," she said, stepping back. "But be careful, Donovan. The power will fade fast, and you will not be ready when it does." Pride swirled the clouds lightly, smiling to herself. "And when it does, and you fall, call for me, and I will appear."   
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 7:59 pm
 {Former}
Ҏ•ʁ•Ί•ɗ•Ȝ
"Tch, I can handle anything it throws at me." he snorted even after she had left. He continued flexing his hand for a while then looked at the nearest tree to his right. Giving it a ponderous look, Donovan wandered towards it and set his hands on the large trunk. He gripped it tightly and, with a grunt, he started moving it until the entire plant had been yanked out of the ground. The young man laughed in disbelief at the sight of his own marvelous strength. He tossed the tree around, even from hand to hand like a baseball, then hurled it like a javelin. The tree went far past his sight, but he could hear it knocking down anything that got in its way.
Donovan could have played in the park for his entire time, he could destroy it and not even break a sweat, he was sure!
...But there was someone he had to talk to first.
That in mind, the young man turned around and began running. His legs pulsed with the same strength his hands held, and soon he found his surroundings becoming a blur as his speed increased.  
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 8:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 1:29 am
Tius.Alvenius Dheannain sùgradh an àm dùsgaidh
'N àm na siùil a bhith 'gam pasgadh Tius was...out in public. Tentatively enjoying himself. He was kind of hidden in a quiet remote corner of a large park doing his usually 'communing with nature' thing. He was sitting crosslegged (well, as cross legged as his ungainly legs would allow), with a small knapsack in his lap, preparing to play his flute, back against a huge oak tree. Tius tipped his head back and stared up at the sky through the leaves overhead. He wasn't sure, yet, how he felt about being in this place.
He'd somehow managed to get a job. A real job--where he would work and they would pay him money. Someone in polite society had actually hired him, of all people. His mind was still boggling at that fact, a little. he still had difficulty fathoming the fact that anyone would interact with him normally, much less hire him to work for them. Of course, it was just work as a gardener--that was really all he had the skill to do anyway. So it wasn't some sort of amazing job. But he didn't mind.
It was certainly good enough for him and he wasn't about to complain. He felt no compulsion, whatsoever, to complain. It was perfect for him. He just...he just hoped things were different here. Not that he dared to hope he might find a friend or anything like that. But he dared to hope, maybe, for acceptance? At the very least.
He smiled slightly, at nothing, then set his flute against his lips and began to play.
Di-Luain an dèidh Di-dòmhnaich
Dh'fhalbh sinn le Seonaid a Aircaibh
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:58 pm
ZHAIRENE XYZA NAOE "When I was a child, the story would say
Somebody will sweep you off your feet some day
That's what I hoped would happen with you
More than you could know"  ❥ And so... Before she could say a word, Actor suddenly grabbed her and starts to run for their lives.. Away from the mob.. While running away, Zhai remembered the MTV she watched a few days ago.. Hmm.. What was the lyrics again? Oh yep!..
Romeo, take me somewhere we could be alone..
I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.... "It's a love story.. baby just say... Ye----eeeekkkkkk!!!"
Did she just tripped while running?? Oh wait her sandals were the culprit! her body moved forward.. Uh oh.. She suddenly slammed herself against the back of Actor.. Pushing him forward!
And during the tripping moment accident, she heard a faint sound of a wind pipe instrument.. Ahh yes~~~ so heavenly... so.....
"... Catastrophic! Ekkkk!"
Stupid heels!.. Her eyes caught on a glimpse of a cowly figure nearby... The one playing with a flute.. it somehow reminds her of a satyr from the greek books... Wait should she just first mind her little accident than the person behind the bushes?!   "A girl can dream,
It's true....
And to call you my own
It's the sweetest dream I know"
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 10:32 pm
Actor RieslingAaron Cristobal"I think I'll write a story of gore and fear,"By the time Zhai had started singing, Actor took on a change. His auburn hair had darkened to almost a black-violet shade, and something on his expression darkened. He glared at her sideways when he heard her vocals, if you could call it that.
"What are you do - AGH!"
Of all the luck in the world, the girl he was dragging along tripped and took him down with her! The dark-haired author yelled out as he and the girl came rolling across the park and all the way onto what almost resembled a satyr.
The male writer was the first to stop rolling. After letting the world settle back onto place, and going through the deja vu moment, he sat up. He closed his eyes, rested a hand on his head, and shook his head to shake off remnants of dizziness. Then, he opened his eyes and looked for where the spastic girl and the satyr had gone off to."You will be my story's victim!".................................................................................................................................
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 2:10 am
Tius.Alvenius Dheannain sùgradh an àm dùsgaidh
'N àm na siùil a bhith 'gam pasgadhTius was nicely minding his own business, playing his flute, communing with the bird and butterflies and little furry creatures round about--when suddenly two people burst into his sanctuary and took a rather ungraceful tumble to the ground. He froze, eyes wide, flute still poised near his mouth.
Ack! People! Ah...what should he do! What should he do!? Did either of them have a broom? No...okay. No other obvious weapons either. He...ah....he looked around frantically and just did his best to hide his legs and pretend he was Human.
Right. Okay. That was...that was...
definitely not going to work.
He sighed. Right then. He was just going to have to be prepared for the worst, right? Tius carefully pocketed his flute and got shakily to his feet, keeping his distance as the man righted himself and looked around. "A--are you alright?" Tius asked quietly. "Are either of you hurt?"Di-Luain an dèidh Di-dòmhnaich
Dh'fhalbh sinn le Seonaid a Aircaibh
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 8:59 pm
ZHAIRENE XYZA NAOE "When I was a child, the story would say
Somebody will sweep you off your feet some day
That's what I hoped would happen with you
More than you could know" ❥ She didn't know how she ended at the bushes. Zhai shook her head just to ease away that dizziness.. They were rolling down the park after she accidentally tripped.. Ugh.. She felt like an idiot.. Zhai gently stood up and to her dismayed one of her sandals' leather snapped out in place.. Seems she would just go home barefooted..
Where was she? Ah yes! Actor! "Sorry about that, but I think my sandals were ruined.. Are you okay Sir Actor? I didn't mean to!"
Peeking out the bushes and saw a guy talking with a....Her brows arched for a bit trying to form the right words.. Is that a human goat?
"Ahh.. Yes, I'm fine.. But I believe I've lost Sir Actor along the way.. have you seen a red haired man, with glasses, and as height as this person--- Oh.. Who are you guys anyway? I'm Zhairene.. Zhai for short... Isn't this place lovely?!"
Zhai couldn't stop to talk.. Really... But first, she needs to find Actor. "A girl can dream,
It's true....
And to call you my own
It's the sweetest dream I know"
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 10:06 pm
StrawberryZ0mbie Sorry the post is mega-rude... Angel Mhai ...that's just Aaron's style. Actor RieslingAaron Cristobal"I think I'll write a story of gore and fear,""Nothing a shot of bourbon won't fix." the dark-haired author grumbled while dusting off his shirt. He looked at the stuttering oaf that addressed him and eyed him up and down. "You're certainly a rare sight." he muttered as a wicked grin cracked across his mouth. "I could use someone like you for my next novel. I'm thinking ghosts of Hades taking out revenge.... on a satyr. Yes, that sounds like a marvelous plot. Here, let me write it down and we can start!" The rude author was reaching for the journal in his back pocket when he reached something: His journal and his pencil had fallen off during his tumble. The man showed concern on his face before clenching his jaw. That idiot girl! She lost his brilliant ideas!
"When I see her again, I'm going to-" Before the man could even finish his thoughts, he found said girl questioning them with that annoyingly naive look on her face. He grit his teeth the more she talked until finally, "Enough! I'm getting a headache listening to your babbling!" he growled and rubbed his temples to soothe his aching mind. "The man you're looking for is right here, only I'm not Actor at the moment. My name," He looked up to gaze at them both. "is Aaron Cristobal.""You will be my story's victim!".................................................................................................................................
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 11:54 pm
Tius.Alvenius Dheannain sùgradh an àm dùsgaidh
'N àm na siùil a bhith 'gam pasgadh
"I haven't...really," Tius said, somewhat at a loss as the woman picked herself up and stated she was looking for a red haired actor. He hadn't really seen anyone go through here. Besides them. And they hadn't exactly gone through...owing to having tripped and all that.
"Ah. I'm Tius," he replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you Zhairene..." Tius shot the man an uncertain look as he picked himself up and started discussing an apparent novel he was writing. "I'm a faun actually," he corrected as politely as he could. "It really isn't quite the same thing. It's, um, it's a common mistake though, but I don't know how I could help you with writing your novel, really..." The way the man worded it, it sounded kind of ominous, to be honest. Still, the man looked like he'd lost something and Tius felt a bit bad for them, having taken a spill like that.
He took a hesitant step forward, before retreating again. "Have you lost something? I could help you find it if you like?"Di-Luain an dèidh Di-dòmhnaich
Dh'fhalbh sinn le Seonaid a Aircaibh
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 12:14 am
 Young SterkeikYoung liked being around he trees. It relaxed him, rejuvenated him, and on top of that, it reminded him of home. And he missed home. He actually missed the insane training that his father put him through. At least he still had his familiar, Terry Cloth. He smiled as he walked around the trees and found a nice one to sit at. Removing his small rucksack filled with his salts, waters, oils, silver, steel and other exorcism tools, he sat down at the base of a young oak and looked at the few peop--- few fellow students. So weird to think of people who are students and not undead freaks trying to eat you. Well, the dossier was that most of them weren't... But there were some demons and undead here. It's like a hotspot for freaks and geeks here, but mostly freaks. "Oh well... at least most of them seem like decent people. And I'll stop the ones that do try to do some bad things." Young sighed as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. Carefully lighting it, he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with some runes scribbled on it. A shamanic spell of his own design that would purify the ash, making it cleaner for the environment. He was, afterall, a nature Shaman. His skills didn't limit him to exorcising the dead. "I really wish there was a nature spirit around here..." Young signed as he finished his smoke and put it out in the paper, reducing it to clean, renewable, natural elements. "I miss conversing with them... And the nature spirits are pretty damn cute too." He smiled as he thought of his first encounter with one in the oldest forest in Norway. "Oh well, I think I'll find one soon enough... I mean, they're all around us, I wouldn't be surprised if one came out of the tree behind me." 
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 12:35 am
Shattered_Fangs I just relocated my post for you. Since I wasn't specifically needed in the other scene anyway. ^_^ Murren.McMahan We must not look at goblin men,
we must not buy their fruits...
Well Murren couldn't wait for school to start! She had no idea what school was like at all and didn't know what to expect so she definitely was eager to find out what it was and start spending time with all the interesting people there. Maybe one would have a baby she could...swipe. Though that seemed doubtful! But a girl could dream. Then again, if she stole a baby, she'd have to take it back to Faerie with her and she didn't want to leave yet. Hmm. Well. It was probably for the best that no one had one.
She assumed.
At any rate, she was fluttering breezily through a lovely forested area where she had no doubt some of her kin dwelt, though she wasn't keen on finding them just now when...when...she heard some kind of wild animal! Okay, it actually sounded like a person talking, but that was just boring and a fantastic wild beast was so much more exiting! So she was determined that is what it was.
Murren flitted through the trees, trying to find the source of the sound, when a sudden gust of wind caught her wings and sent her tumbling head long into someone's hair. "GAH!" She'd found it! The beast. Only the beast was clearly evil! The sounds had definitely been a trick to lure her closer so it could eat her because its nasty tentacle hair wrapped around her limbs and wings, holding her tightly in its tangled grasp! "Let me go!" she shouted in rather loud voice considering how tiny she was. "Let me go you evil beast! I'm onto you! You hear me! Och! You evil thing!" She struggled violently, the hair wrapping tighter around her, the more she fought.
"Nooooo! I'm doomed!" she whimpered. "It's gonna eat me up before I even get to see wot school is like!"
Who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry, thirsty roots
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 12:52 am
Young Sterkeik"And lo and behold..." Young chuckled softly as he reached into his hair, and moved his hair to release the sprite. "Good afternoon young Fae..." He said softly as he laid out his hand on the top of his head "I haven't seen one of your kind in a few years... Although it wasn't a Fae. I just head about you from my dad. I've met your cousins the nymphs though." He talked softly so as not to hurt the half foot Fae wiht his voice. "Want to get bigger? Cause we can do something fun. Human fun... I can also show you a magic trick, the likes of which you've never seen before!" He smiled softly with his hand still up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 1:05 am
Murren.McMahan We must not look at goblin men,
we must not buy their fruits...
Murren's struggles were put to an end when she was captured (she squeaked very loudly in protest at that!) then released. She zipped about angrily for a few seconds, before pausing to study the young man in front of.
Hovering just in front of his face, she crossed her arms and glared at him. "Och. You're not a beast at all, are ya?" she asked. "But that hair of yours is a right mess, it is. Nearly strangled the life out of me!" she flailed at him, wondering why he was talking so quietly. Maybe he was one of those sensitive types she'd read about. Or something. She didn't know. Most mortals were all loud and boisterous but here he was--oi!
He just said something a bit suss, he did! "Wot's that supposed to mean?" she asked. But he'd said something about Human fun and she kind of did want to know what Humans did for fun and she really didn't care if he was hitting on her because that was kind of funny and she was hardly a prude. He also seemed to know a bit about Fae if he knew she could change size just by looking at her--because it wasn't exactly a common ability for a lot of Faeries. Unless they were Spriggans and a few other unsavory sorts. Or members of the courts. But whatever!
He said fun and Humans in the same sentence! So even if he wasn't a fabulous beast, he was probably worth talking to. So Murren changed size just for him. There weren't copious sparkles or soft, fuzzy light, or the tinkling of faerie bells or anything fancy like that. She was just small one second and large the next. She looked down at him for a long moment, sort of amazed by how weird he looked from this size and angle, before she flopped down next to him. "I'm not really young," she said at last. "You know, I might be older than you are! Wot's your name? I'm Murren. I though you were a wee beast of some kind when I heard your voice. I wozn't expectin' to get trapped in some fellow's hair like that." She frowned, then sniffed at her shoulder. Was it just her, or did she smell like whatever he put in his hair?
Who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry, thirsty roots
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