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Loremaster Catspaw Captain
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 Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 6:11 am
2009 Metaplot Group 1 Players BROKENWING, SANDFOX, STRIPESTEALTH NPC: WHEATLION, Techie B Reqs: This counts as a playdate. Setting: Techie B has allowed some of the handler candidates together for a playdate in hopes of getting them some excercise. The room contains all sorts of balls and jumpropes and other toys as well as a large jungle-gym sometimes used in agility training. 2009 Metaplot PART II Players BROKENWING, SANDFOX, STRIPESTEALTH NPC: WHEATLION, Techie B Reqs: This counts as a playdate. Setting: Wheatlion has gone beserk again and everyone inside the room has been caught in her web, which stretches across the entire floor of this building. Try as you might, you cannot escape. Wheatlion's tendrils are sharp enough to cut and contain a paralyzing poison. Use whatever is at your disposal to keep from succumbing to it and make contact with the rescuers.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 11:50 am
Elliot streaked into the room like someone had set his tail on fire. A cheeky grin split chubby cheeks as blue eyes darted round the room expectantly. His tail dipping suddenly from its upright position and the quivering that had run through his body of excitement eased. In fact the whole of the small frame seemed to wilt for a minute when he realised that there was no one else here. Ira was nice and all but he didn’t seem to relish social interaction and had shown some reluctance In venturing forth to introduce the adopted child to some of the other handlers. Thus when he had been offered the chance to get Elliot into a play program with others where no parent to parent communication was needed he had jumped at the chance.
Elliot was equally enthralled to be able to play, he was on most counts after all a healthy and perfectly normal child when it came to mental behaviour…well apart from the odd case of sticky fingers of course but they had been working on that. And Ira insisted he was getting better slowly. Well Elliot decided that his secret sash would be kept nice and hush hush. Just encase, he didn’t want to upset his new dad. Althrough he still missed Fergus. Especially at night when he and Fergus used to roam the streets and through choice houses as freely and quietly as a mouse in a world without cats.
But that didn’t matter because now he was here to make new friends. And while they had yet to arrive he would investigate the many toys in the room. Of course he went straight for the jungle gym. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was because it was the biggest thing in the room and invaded your sight as soon as you stepped into the room. His tail wind milled behind him to keep his balance as he scrambled without much difficulty through the cobweb of metal. Wriggling through the smallest gaps between bars as he climbed. When the others got here he would be king of the castle and they’d be dirty rascals.
Suddenly he paused in his climb. Keen eyes had caught sight of something on the floor. Shinnies….His eyes got wide focusing on a an open box of marbles that shimmered even in the sterile white light. Bouncing excitedly in place for a moment, bare feet resting on one bar and hands clasped round another he contemplated leaving his victory spot but that was only for a moment before he was swinging himself down towards the box, only when he reached the last metal bar leading down to the ground did he pause, still slightly elevated he didn’t want to give up the higher advantage ground where he could more clearly see and evaluate the other children as they came in. so gently he started to ease himself down, hooking his legs round the bar and letting himself hang upside down. His tail instantly reaching up and curling round the bar above to offer extra support as he walked with his hands towards his prize, it might well have been faster to just climb down, grab the marbles and climb back up again but a child’s mind so often fails to factor in logic to a situation. He reached out but his grasp fell short, slowly he inched himself along loosening his grip with his legs some more, ahh there he managed to hook a corner with a small sharp nail and it was then a simple matter to tug them into better reach picking up the box in one hand he used the other to pull himself up, spilling several of the marbles back to the floor as he did so but he had the majority.
Grinning at his own cleverness , he retreated to perch on one of the higher vantage points where he could see the door and started going through the box. Pocketing some of the more colourful ones, or ones that had hints of metallic shine within the orb.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 12:09 pm
Techie B sat along one wall, a clipboard in hand. The older man glanced up as the first of the children arrived. How had L talked him into this again? Well, at least he wasn't expected to do much other than supervise. Four little kids in one room. Well, they could entertain each other, at least. And he'd already put out toys to distract them. Kids these days spent too much time playing those video games or watching television. They needed to run around more. Childhood obesity was preventable.
The tech sighed, not wanting to go on that rant again. Plus, as his audience was only one small boy... it probably wouldn't go over well. He glanced down at the clipboard and then back up. Ah, this was Stripestealth. He jotted a few notes down as he waited for the other children to arrive. If they didn't get here soon, that boy would discover him here and would expect to be entertained.
The man wrinkled his nose. That was not his job.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 12:26 pm
It had been convenient for Iason that he had been contacted to bring Iamie to the facility for a playdate. He had been looking for someone to watch his little fox anyway, needing a few uninterrupted hours to finish up a major commission.
"I'll come back for you in a few hours alright."
The little boy pouted. "But I want to stay with you!"
"I know, kitlit." He leaned down, and pulled Iamie into a hug. "And I'd let you, but Mr. Hirte will be there, and he doesn't like children, remember."
Iamie nodded. "Alwight. But come back as soon as you're done, kay."
Iason smiled. "I will." He opened the door for Iamie, and the boy darted inside. "Be good little fox," he reminded, before the door shut, leaving Iamie inside.
Iamie eyes were immediately drawn to the jungle gym, and the boy perched towards the top. "Hiya!" he called over, greeting the other boy, as he made his way over to it.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 6:33 pm
Aigolios was never a terribly social child. It wasn't that he didn't want to have friends, he just wasn't sure how to approach other children or what to say when he did. He didn't like being rejected either, so often he didn't bother, content to play or read alone. In short, he was shy. Mouse was trying to work on that with the boy, so he had happily obliged the foundation's request that Lios be brought to the facility for a playdate with some of the other children there. Maybe he'd get along better with children that knew what it was like to be...different. Baby steps.
No words had been said, but by the way Lios was clinging to his mentor's legs and the look he was giving the older man, it was clear he didn't want to go.
"C'mon kiddo, 's good for you. Make some friends..." Mouse coaxed.
"Other kids laugh at me. They say mean things." he finally said quietly.
"Aw, look...I bet these kids won't tease you." The boy still looked dubious, so Balthasaar tried a different approach. "Hey, if you be a good boy and go play today, you can have anything you want to eat when I take you back home. Is there anything you want?" he offered. When in doubt, bribing usually worked well with kids.
Lios glanced upwards, furrowing his brows as he weighed the options. He looked out to the kids and then back again. "Porridge."
So the agreement had been drafted- give the whole 'playdate' thing the old college try and get delicious porridge in return. It was so much easier when kids could be won over with food- soon, Mouse reflected as he slipped away, he'd have to end up actually buying things. Ah, no one said rearing a kid would be easy. Or cheap. Especially that last one.
Lios had taken a few awkward steps into the play room, looking for something to do while his mentor slipped away. He outright avoided the balls- he had found out early on that his sharp talons tended to pop things whether he was careful or not. He edged a little closer to the two boys, fidgeting slightly as he watched the others from the safety of his bulky orange sweatshirt.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 11:40 am
It was about the same time when a girl with hair twisted with the gold of sunbeams entered the room her hand closed in the larger one of one of the technicians. It seemed that this girl had no mentor to guide her but this didn’t seem to bother the child as she let go her guides hand and walked into the main playroom. She smiled at the other boys, uttered a soft “hello” and wondered forward into the vast collection of toys and plucked out a rag doll. Smiling she hugged it to her chest, despite the fact it seemed a little battered from use amd wondered slowly over to the other boys looking each one up and down.
Considering carefully it seemed but what she was considering and what conclusions she drew could not be read in her expression. “what are you going to play?” she asked blankly blinking wide eyes, smiling at them and again hugging her doll swinging the top half of her body slowly side to side.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 1:32 pm
Ohhh people! Elliot instantly lost interest in the marbles in favour of watching the other children file in, they all looked about his own age and shy or confident they looked like they could be potential playmates all. The boys tail curled and uncurled as he studied their individual diffrences, the ears the tail. The wings. They were just like him. Not normal, he wondered if they had been called animal to.
Setting the box on a corner bar, just managing to balance it he climbed down with all the speed he could manage to join them. Sitting himself on a bar closer to them he grinned a he looked over the three before him and grinned. “Hi I’m Elliot, although they call me Strippedstealth here. Who are you?” he asked manners being dismissed now that there were no parental types to watch over him except the tech in the corner trying to make himself look invisible. But before living with Ira he had gotten so used to being watched by them they were just like part of the furniture now and they so very rarely wanted to engage in play with him that he had little time for them apart from to occasional slip from them a watch or set of keys.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:26 pm
"I'm Iamie," he answered, grinning widely."Codename Sandfox." He had perhaps been influenced a little by the spy movies his mentor had been interested in currently. "And I don't know what we're gonna play yet, and neither does Lukie. There's all kinds of stuff to play with in here though. Maybe we could be spies? We already have secret names."
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Loremaster Catspaw Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:06 am
(( *kicks the plot into gear* This has gone on for about a half year now, I think. )) - Some Time Later- The sheer number of exuberant children in the room and the volume of their happy shouts was really beginning to grate on Wheatlion. The colorful walls of the room seemed too bright and the constant movement of toys and balls and small bodies made her vision swim. She shut her eyes and wrapped her arms around her head, trying to shut out the noise and the light, but the chatter of a dozen different conversations at once flashed through her brain, scattering her thoughts as she tried to follow them all at the same time.
"Stoppit." She whimpered, retreating to a corner. "Stoppit!"
Thin tendrils snaked around her, anchoring her to the wall and wrapping around her hands and her head.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:19 pm
When the girl had first come in, Lios had fidgeted a bit, hoping to himself she didn't have cooties. He'd shrugged at her question- he wasn't sure what they were going to play. He wasn't sure he wanted to play spies. It was more tempting, to him, to go pester the poor techie across the room. He liked grown-ups. Grown-ups were nice. They didn't call him names or push him down. They....looked at him weird sometimes, but that was okay, he supposed. The grown-ups in his life had been far nicer than the kids.
It wasn't that he didn't want to be friends- especially kids that were 'different' like he was. It was just that Lios was a shy boy and a bit socially awkward at first.
He stood about awkwardly, just on the fringes of the group. After some time, he noticed the new girl begin to back off. It was loud here...did it bother her too? His own ears picked up too much noise sometimes and that could make his head feel bad.
Slowly, he approached her. He stopped a few feet away, though it was less out of politeness and respect of space, and more out of unsureness. He was still shy, even if there was a sense of empathy there. He fidgeted with his blanket a bit and chewed at his lower lip. Well now what?
And that's when the threads came.
The owlet stumbled back a few steps, amber eyes wide behind his glasses. His wings suddenly flared open in surprise, his gimp-wing hanging awkwardly in a near-comic manner. "H-hey...!"
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Loremaster Catspaw Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 11:31 pm
It was only getting louder and louder. A voice jarred her ears and the blur in her eyes made her head spin. When another child approached her and spoke, the static intensified tenfold and she screamed.
Threads of silk shot from her body, wrapping themselves around Lios and pinning him into place. The poison nematocysts couldn't reach him through his feathers and clothing, but they tore the delicate skin on his exposed hands and left thin bloody scratches on his face.
"STOPPIT!" Wheatlion screamed again as more threads spread around her poised to attack.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 6:39 am
Techie B had dozed off a bit as the other children arrived. Not really his fault... the kids weren't entertaining enough to keep him awake! Wheatlion's shouting startled the man awake. He looked about, still half asleep, to try and figure out what was going on. Where these little kids fighting over some toy or- The man paused, jaw dropping as he spotted the tendrils wrapping themselves around one of the other children. This was not good! L was going to kill him!!!
The tech grabbed his walkie-talkie, depressing the button and speaking quickly into it as he moved forward in hopes of freeing the little owl boy. "B here. Problem in- Hey now! Stop that! Problem in playroom. Wheatlion! Stop it!" Then the walkie-talkie went silent as the man concentrated on trying to pull Brokenwing free.
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Loremaster Catspaw Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:28 am
As the noise and motion increased, Wheatlion grew more and more desperate. There was so much static. Just so much static, she couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't feel anything except the maddening buzz. The silken tendrils bound her hands to her head, covering her eyes and muffling her shrieks as she stomped her feet, too far gone to realize that the panicked voice was her own.
Tendrils twisted together into a hard point and shot through B. One pierced his left eye and exited through his temple, wrapping around his head in a ghastly coil.
The carpet of tendrils began to spread over the wall, a deadly white ivy lace that soon enveloped the entire room and began to creep under the door.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 5:23 pm
Lios squealed unhappily at the sudden attack and the following pain. Held in place, he tried to wriggle his arms and body back into his hoodie in an almost turtle-like manner for safety, but more or less failed. Thankfully, it didn't sting so much on his taloned hands, the skin being a bit tougher...
He was relieved to see the other tech come around, straining against the stinging threads in an attempt to turn and hold his hands out. He knew he should have stuck to talking with the Big People. They were nice. Safe. They made the bad kids go away.
Unfortunately, it seemed today's events took the opposite route.
He didn't fully comprehend what happened when the girl skewered the older male, but he knew it was bad. He wailed, his cries drowned out by the shrieking of the other girl. Girls were trouble...maybe the big boys at the orphanage had been right. All he knew right now is that he was scared, hurt, and wanted to go home. He tried to free his wings by beating them rapidly, alternately trying to free his arms, trying to use the chaos and limited mobility the tech had given him as an opening. This too was a failure and only served to drive the stinging barbs deeper. Defeated, scared, tired, and hurting, he sagged against the threads.
It was likely that after this, the owlet wouldn't want to go out for some time...if he got out of this.
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Loremaster Catspaw Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:52 am
The tendrils continued to twist and grow, twisting around Brokenwing's body and pinning him down. More wound their way around the dead techie's neck and shoulders, lifting him up into the air and suspending him there as a ghastly warning.
As Wheatlion's stinging and biting cocoon closed around her the threads crept slowly towards the other children in the room, eager to envelop them in a deadly embrace.
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