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 Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 1:30 am
 Young Sterkeik"Ah-ha..." Young smiled a bit as she changed sizes without flash "You're one of the wiser ones. You don't do all the razzle dazzle, but you wear the razzle dazzle." He laughed a bit as he looked at her beauty "My father Rowan Sterkeik has talked of your race quite a bit. He liked your tricks and jokes. He always thought you were the greatest pranksters of all time... and he taught me a special trick that he first showed the elders of the tribe in northern Ireland." He gave a devilish grin as he pulled out a special cigarette that was made of cloves and cinnamon. It was a special blend that he learned to make as a small child. He lit it, and inhaled. Smiling, he exhaled it, but instead of drifting, it gathered about 4 inches from his head. It then began to condense into a tight ball of ashen gray of hard glass. It began to tighten up into the size of a marble, and in the center, a bit of light. It finally hardened into a ashen gray jewel the size and shape of a marble, and the inner light was something of great beauty. "And that was the magic trick." Young smiled slightly as he held out both of his hands. In the left one, the globe dropped, still warm and spinning. "I have a bond with a smoke elemental... and he lets me do stuff like this. But I don't think I've ever made one this good ever before. And by the way, my name is Young Sterkeik." 
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:59 pm
Murren.McMahan We must not look at goblin men,
we must not buy their fruits...
Murren snorted carelessly. "In my experience, if'n a body thinks he knows wot abou' the Fae, then most likely, he doesn' know anythin' at all." She smirked slightly. "The Fae aren' tha' easy to learn about if'n you follow me."
Murren watched as Young pulled out a cigarette and start manipulating the smoke. She was amused. Silly mortals--always showing off their magic as if she, a Fae, hadn't seen magic before. She snatched up little marble, rolling it between her hands. "Och, so you're a magician of sorts?" She leaned forward, peering at his face. "So your name is young? Strange name, isn' it? No offense intended of course, but you know, I've never heard of anyone with tha' name before."
"I'm Murren--Murren McMahan. Well, it's no' really my name, you know. Bu' I reckon if'n I'm goin' to be spendin' time with you folk, I ought to have a name like yours. Besides, I don' much fancy tellin' my name to just anyone who wan's to know it. Seems a bit reckless if'n you ask me." She smiled at him anyway. "Still, it's nice to meet you, anyway. You're the firs' person I've met here, you know?"
Who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry, thirsty roots
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 12:12 am
Young Sterkeik"I know my name isn't all that normal, but neither is Murren!" Young laughed a bit. He smiled as he looked at her, and really looked her. She was beautiful... But he couldn't shake the feeling that she was laughing a bit at his magic; he wasn't good at elemental magic and he knew it; his real skill was exorcism and banishment of spirits. "I was trained as a Nature Shaman by my father, but during an… 'infestation' at my last school, I learned that my skills actually lay with the exorcising and banishment of demons and undead... The school became a festering cesspool of all manners of ghouls, zombies, and minor demons, so I taught about 50 or so students how to keep themselves safe. Now they've gone off all over Japan to help other hotspots." Young tried to explain his past "I can do some minor spiritual magic, but besides that I'm useless." He laughed at his own admission to his power. "You're the first Fae I've met... And honestly, I like it. You're a good spirit. And anyone that likes shiny things has got to be good." He smiled at her as he watched her play with the bauble "It's all yours midear... I'd also like to ask if you'd like to see some actual fun, the human way. There is more to us then you'd think." He smiled at her softly "I'd also like to learn about the Fae... If you're willin' to teach a simple boy from a backwater town from Norway."
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 1:20 am
Murren.McMahan We must not look at goblin men,
we must not buy their fruits...
"It's common enough where I'm from," Murren said, shrugging, and giving him another grin. "I once knew a dog named Murren, you know. Though I guess it's not all tha' flatterin' to be named after a dog. Bu' sometimes after we danced 'til midnight and had enough liquor to burs' a pregnant sheep, we'd go ridin' that dog around the field 'til dawn, or chase rabbits all nigh'. It was pretty fun, though I guess it depends on your definition of fun, though I really can't see who wouldn' find ridin' a crazy dog around at nigh' fun!"
"Anyway, you've no' been around much if'n I'm the first Fae you've met--or maybe there just aren' a lo' of Fae around here. Then again, maybe they jus' don' like you--no offense of course, you seem pretty likeable." She leaned close and gave him a sniff. "And you don'' smell bad. So I don't know. Maybe Faeries here don' have good taste, or they could jus' be cowards. Not much to say for Fae who aren' strong, Cornish stock, if'n you follow me."
"So wha's this 'actual fun' you keep mentionin'? You can' be talkin' abou' ridin' dogs 'cause you're way too big--unless you've go' yourselves some really big dogs around here." She abruptly jumped up, grabbing his hands and pulling him with her. There was way too much sitting around taking place and, really, she wanted to see him do something fun. He kept mentioning it, so it definitely had to be fun. Unless of course it wasn't, in which case she'd be awfully disappointed. And annoyed. She might have to tie his shoelaces to his ears as revenge.
"So! Fun, yeah?
Who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry, thirsty roots
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 2:04 am
Young Sterkeik"No offense taken. Most spirits either hate me or love me... Depends on if they're in trouble or not." He laughed as he grabbed his bag with one arm and slung it over his shoulder."Well, we can set firecrackers off in the dorms, go hiking, walk around, go nail all of the desks in one of the classrooms to the ceiling... When two devious minds get together, I'm sure that there isn't a great prank to pull." Young gave a devilish smile as he was pulled up, and then pulled her up, into his arms. "I also have water bombs that I can make, a hot foot insert, and my ultimate prank weapon; The Trinidad Marshmellow. It's the hottest pepper in the world, mixed with cinnamon and fruit, and then powdered to make a marshmellow. I'm rather proud of it because it's so sweet and so spicy at the same time, you start to get dizzy." Young began to sprint whilst carrying Murran "We can also go swimming in the lake and find some shiny things there. There is always shiny stuff in lakes." He laughed a bit, waiting for her response.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 9:22 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"  ❥ Placing her hand against her brow, looking for the missing writer, she's really sure that he was here a while ago, unledd he finds them very uninteresting to talk with.. Ugh...
"Ahh yes! Thank you for the compliment, and nice meeting you too Tius.. And.. Oh! What's the difference between a faun and a satyr by the way? I'm just curious..."
Well, she's really busy right now looking for Actor.. Ah! Maybe he's just at the bushes pllaying hide and seek. As the lady heads towards the bushes and starts to call for Actor once more when suddenly she heard another comment from the stranger.. With her brow twitching.. Did he just?...
Turning her head just to stare at the purple haired guy, Zhai stood up and gave out a crooked smile..
"Excuse us for a minute Tius, I need to have a word with him at the moment.. Thank you for the offer of helping us.. And while you're looking for it.. Well just head there and do a private chitchat... We'll be back.. Let's go there tiger.."
Then she grabbed Aaron's collar dragging him towards the bushes and took him to a remote place where Tius won't be able to hear them..
And finally, as soon as they arrived, she released him before placing her hands against her hips..
"Did you just tell me to shut up??? And who the heck are you claiming the identity of Sir Actor!? Don't you know that Sir Actor is the person I'll be working with and I understand you as one of his fans! I'm one of his fans too.. But hell! You were so mean that you even took the liberty to take his name as well!.. Now just say sorry and I'll release you!"   "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: Tue Apr 09, 2013 10:27 pm
 Actor RieslingAaron Cristobal"I think I'll write a story of gore and fear,""Faun, satyr, centaur, it makes no difference to me, just as long as I have a tragic hero for my story." Actor, or Aaron, shrugged. He turned to the animal man and grinned wickedly at him. "Do you scare easy?" Before he could hear an answer, though, Zhai had dragged him away to ask about something. He looked at her with little interest as she accused him of lying, something he could understand, though it still ticked him off. "You dare call me a liar, girl?" he said with narrowed eyes. "Very well, then how about some food for thought? This 'Sir Actor' fellow is gone, right? And I've appeared out of thin air. Still following me? We also happen to have the same height, same weight, both wear glasses, and even have the same outfit on." He tugged on his shirt to emphasize his points. "And if that still doesn't get through your thick skull, ask me any of your foolhardy trivia questions over Aaron Cristobal and I'll answer them.""You will be my story's victim!".................................................................................................................................
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:08 pm
Murren.McMahan We must not look at goblin men,
we must not buy their fruits...EEK! She was abducted by a man! This was a cause for panic! Um...Probably! Wasn't it usually bad when men abducted faeries? They did terrible things with them like make them grant wishes and gold and spin thread and Murren couldn't really do any of that but spin thread and she really didn't like to, but then again he was really talking about some fun things (kind of--she wasn't sure what kind of desks he was talking about, really). But it was weird to be carried while he was running because things with legs usually tripped and fell and that seemed like it would not be fun.
then again, she had legs too. But usually she didn't use them because flying was so much easier...
OH!
That's right! She could fly! So after the few seconds it took for all that to fly through her head, Murren abruptly shifted back into her smaller form, taking flight and zipping over Young's shoulder, before settling in above and slightly to the side of him.
"I don' really know wot you jus' said but it sounds fun!" Murren said, ignoring the strange urge to start shouting 'hey, hey, listen!' in the most irritating voice possible. Instead, she followed Young silently for a minute before saying, "We should pu' some cows on the roof of the school! A whole heard of them! Have you ever done tha' before? One time I led a cow up on the roof of the farm I lived on, you know? Poor thin' was stuck there for days. Good thin' it was a thatched roof, if'n you follow me."
"So...where're we goin'?"
Who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry, thirsty roots
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 11:16 pm
Tius.Alvenius Dheannain sùgradh an àm dùsgaidh
'N àm na siùil a bhith 'gam pasgadh "Ah...no. I just...it's alright." Tius watched as the woman hurriedly dragged the man away, sighing slightly. well then. At least they didn't shout at him, even if they did run off right away.
She didn't even give him the chance to answer her question. It was sort of sad, but not really unexpected. He was used to this. He really was. It still hurt, though, the way people just shied away from him like he had a plague. He shuffled his feet nervously, half hoping they'd return, before he finally placed his flute in his little bag and started away.
He should probably just leave before they brought other people to him, or caused a fuss about him. He would just come back here later, sometime. It was a nice spot and...and...maybe he would meet some other people. People who wouldn't be afraid of him...
It was probably for the best. He really couldn't even make out what the fellow was going on about, and the girl--well, they were probably lovers or something anyway. Then again, they hadn't acted like they knew each other. But perhaps it was a ruse to throw him off. He wasn't sure. Whatever else was true, they were an odd, confusing pair.Di-Luain an dèidh Di-dòmhnaich
Dh'fhalbh sinn le Seonaid a Aircaibh
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 12:38 am
Young Sterkeik"Honestly…? I haven't seen any cattle around here. It's all been squirrels, birds, chipmunks, some insects… Nothing large enough to mess with people though." He laughed, as he looked at her. "I do think that we should go swimming. I think we could find some amazing stuff in a lake or river." He smiled at her as she hovered to his side. "I'd also like to show you some devious pranks… Or we can save those for when classes start… We need to show the prankster's of this school what it means to REALLY prank others." Grinning, he cracked his neck and reached into his bag. Pulling out a flask of Irish whiskey, he took and sip and then raised it up "Care for some? I was able to snatch a bottle from one of the teachers at my old schools private stash. I think it's Powers." He laughed a bit as he felt the warmth hit the back of his throat.
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 1:13 am
Murren.McMahan We must not look at goblin men,
we must not buy their fruits...
"I reckon I could find some," Murren said, smirking at him--though she was probably too small for him to see it properly. "Doesn' really matter how far they are. I could brin' 'em here. Don' forge' who you're talkin' to."
She regarded him quietly before switching sizes once more (goodness, this was making her a bit dizzy!) so she could take the flask and a swig. She swished in her mouth a bit, before swallowing it down and shooting him a smile. That wasn't bad, actually. "Well, we could always go skinny dippin'--is tha' wot it's called? I thin' it's only for skinny people though..." She didn't know why they would segregate people based on weight but whatever! She knew it was a Human thing and it sounded strange so she wanted to try it! "Then again, we're both as skinny as they come. No' really though 'cause I've seen a lo' of Fae who're skinnier than me. There's this ol' giant that haun's an old roadside where I grew up an' he's naught but skin an' bones. Wot woz his name again? Um...Charles or John? Jeremy? Buford?"
She sort of lost track of what they were doing and stood there running the tip of her finger over the brim of her hat as she contemplated for several minutes--before forgetting what she was trying to remember in the first place. Then she remembered Young was there and she had booze. So she took another swig before grabbing his hand. "Le's go skinny dippin!"
Murren gracefully took to the air and zipped away! Or she would have, except she was currently five feet tall and didn't have her wings (which she had forgotten) so she made a strange little hop and stumbling landing before standing there for a moment, trying to figure out why that didn't work. Had her wings vanished? OH GOD WHERE WERE THEY!? Murren released Young's hands and frantically spun in little circles trying to get a look at her back. "Where are they!? Where'd they go!?"
Who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry, thirsty roots
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 1:26 am
Young SterkeikYoung couldn't help but laugh as he picked her up again with one arm; it was a mixture of her absentmindedness, her quirky charm and her own natural energy, but he was starting to like this Fae quite a bit. "Murren, I think you're a silly beast." he smiled at her as he used his free hand to push her hat at an angle. "Skinny dipping is called that because it's just your bare skin and you're taking a refreshing dip." "Let's get going! And Murren, this time, lemme carry you, yeah? Think of it as riding a dog after drinking all evening; except this dog is a human, and I've never fallen... I've got the sure-footedness of a mountain goat." He paused for a moment "But even they're known to fall off of a cliff from time to time." Laughing, he took off towards what sounded like a pond or a lake to the east, easily carrying the light Fae with one arm. "I think we can have some fun midear!" ((Exit to the Lakeside))
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:21 am
Murren.McMahan We must not look at goblin men,
we must not buy their fruits...Murren squealed in surprise when Young picked her up again. Hey! How was he--oh. Wait. She was currently 'big.' That did explain quite a lot, didn't. "Och, ya brute!" she said, laughing as he started running with her again. "You don' look anythin' like a mountain goat, you know. Besides, they're kind of ungainly thin's at tha', if'n you follow me."
She clung to him as he ran this time, chuckling at the idea of skinny dipping. Honestly, only Humans would make a fuss over swimming bare skinned, and give it a name of its own as if being naked was something unusual or special. There were Fae who never wore clothes at all so nudity was hardly shocking to her.
"If'n you fall wit' me, you owe me your firs'born, jus' so you know!"
Who knows upon what soil they fed
their hungry, thirsty roots
[and murren is abducted to the lake. LoL. You can quote me over there.]
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:00 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" ❥ Zhai puffed her cheeks while staring at the guy. He's still pertaining to himself as Sir Actor. Fans nowadays are sure dreamy.. In any case, she crossed her arms and glared at him..
"Listen here pal.. You were just the same height, glasses etc... But that doesn't mean you have to claim his identity.. Yes, he's gone.. Sheez... Alright.. give me proof that you are Sir Actor!"
Hah! Who would ever fool the great Zhai?! She's not being called as a novelist for nothing if she never knew how to do it on her own way of investigating or researching. All this impostor got to do is show her that he's the one..
"Since you were eager to take his place.. Now, give me a solid proof.." "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: Thu Apr 11, 2013 9:28 pm
Actor RieslingAaron Cristobal"I think I'll write a story of gore and fear,"Aaron gave Zhai a look as if she were a fool. "Fine.... Everything I write happens in real life." he said with crossed arms, expecting a usual scoff from the girl. He'd be more than happy to prove it - using her as the protagonist - but his journal and his pencil had fallen along with them when they went tumbling across the park. As he waited for the girl's response, Aaron flickered his dark eyes up past his glasses to where the faun stood. He was sure the journal and his pencil were somewhere around there, he could feel it. Unfortunately, he had a feeling this girl wouldn't dare let him move anywhere."You will be my story's victim!".................................................................................................................................
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