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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 11:55 am
Malo was out and about today. He was growing taller and more independent by the day and Preston no longer demanded to know where he was going, as long as he stayed inside of Hearts.
Malo was far from the castle, but still in sight of it. It was impossible, in his mind, to be out of sight of at least one of its immaculate spires. He was in a small village today in the lowlands of Hearts. There was a forested, uninhabited area to the south and a huge peak to the north. The village was pretty off the map, but was one of the biggest donors of wool, simply for how many sheep were tended in the fields there.
The litwick was bored of sheep, though. He had been scaring them, pulling their ears, shaving patterns into their wool and jumping out of their hay piles all day. He wanted some real fun!
He began to scour the town, eyes roving for acceptable victims. Too old...too mean looking...That's when he saw a flash of familiar green. He knew that hoody. It was the weirdo kid who liked Fluffy.
Approaching, he grabbed a bucket off the nearest stall and floated behind the unaware treeko. Then, he screeched and began to beat the side of the pail with his hand, dropping the bucket and diving behind a hanging sign, hoping the other had not seen him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:42 pm
Zale was alone, this time on purpose. His Guardian had allowed him to explore by himself, and he was taking advantage of it fully. He was slowly, very slowly growing more confident in himself. As Sully trained him he began to believe in his own ability more, and in himself. He walked the fields quietly, hood still up of course. However, he wasn't as frightened as he used to be. Sully was off trading something with some shepherds, leaving little Zale to do as he wished for the next few hours.
Now, what he hadn't wished for was to hear a loud screeching sound and banging. His head raised sharply, body whipping backwards and eyes searching for the noise maker. Something had moved, he thought he had seen someone, however the movement was too quick. He couldn't find what made the noise, the earlier confidence suddenly shattering. Suddenly, he realized how alone he was. How completely alone, and how small he was.
He was so alone, and the noise maker was nearby. His teeth gritted, hands clenching and then rapidly grabbing his tail and holding it. He considered crouching, but instead backed up slightly, gulping.
"Whose..... whose there?!" The Zale before would have cried. He was close to it, but even as his voice wavered he stood firmly. His eyes darted side to side, legs shaking harder than his voice had. He was close to grabbing a stick for protection.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:49 pm
Malo almost couldn't breathe how hard he was holding his laughter back. He'd get one more joke out of this boy before easing up and getting to know him better. He had almost perfected the melting face.
Slowly, he let the wick on his head burn down, melting away his hair into a thin waxy state. It came to his eyes, which drooped in their sockets, then his lips pulled away to show off his teeth and gums in horrible ferocity. He finally turned the corner, hands wiggling, flame burning brightly, and swooped in, landing right before Zale and screaming loudly at him.
"AUFUUGHHHHUHGHUHHHHH!!!" But the expression on the other's face made him lose his focus. His face slipped back into place in rapid reverse and he fell on his back, raving with laughter. That was AWESOME!
Now looking normal, he pointed at Zale. "You should see the look on your face!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:12 pm
He hadn't expected a response, or one so.... absolutely frickin' terrifying! His eyes had given up seeking the one that had given him grief, and he had been about to turn around. Movement caught the corner of his eye, head turning back, and at the wrong time. The second it turned he was face to face with the most frightening sight he had ever seen in his life.
A melting child, screaming.
His own scream exited his throat, and suddenly he was leaping backwards. Hands frantically grabbing around, curling small hands around a stick that would do little to protect him. His hood had fallen off at this point, revealing his full frightened expression. Suddenly, laughter filled the air, and his attacker fell over.
It took him a few minutes to comprehend that he wasn't about to die, furthermore that his attacker was a familiar face. Yellow eyes blankly stared at the laughing boy, and then they sharply narrowed. Anger flickered across his face, a foreign expression. He rose, walking over to the boy and standing before him, glaring down at him.
"I should scare the fire out of you!" He snapped, dropping his stick. The boy, now flustered, flipped his hood over his face, turned around, slipped his fingers into his mouth, and rapidly turned back to face Male, mouth stretched out into a thin grin and eyes huge. This was his own attempt to frighten the other, pay back!
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:22 pm
Malo stopped laughing long enough to stand up, but little titters were still leaking from his mouth. That was a good laugh. He noticed their was a shepherd yonder waving his cane at the two for all their noise has startled the sheep.
Malo heard the other's threat and looked back to him. "Scare the fire right out of me, huh? That's only been done once by the best prankster ever."
As the other turned with those huge eyes and the pulled lips, Malo cracked up internally, but played along with the other's joke, if to make him feel a bit better. He screamed, letting out a harmless ember attack at the sky as he fell back on the ground- a place the floating ghost seemed to end up very often- and covered his eyes. Parting them slowly, he looked up.
"O-oh! Its just you! You sure are scary. I thought you were going to eat me!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:28 pm
Zale wasn't played with much, or actually... ever. He didn't know how to deal with other children. So when Malo screeched and fell over he blinked. What had he done? Killed him? Zale stared at Malo, and then Malo was speaking once more. The grass type blinked at him, again, and tilted his head.
He was scary? He had accomplished being scary? The boy broke out into a wary smile, not used to smiling around anyone else but Sully. A tiny giggle escaped his lips, head shaking.
"I guess I'm the second best prankster!" He chirped, pleased with himself. He viewed Malo once more, observing him. Litwick. He knew that much. The boy was a ghost, which mean he could probably choose between being solid or not. He'd need to remember that. Approaching Malo, he extended his hand, offering to help the other up. It seemed his previous anger was forgotten, perhaps it wasn't even anger to begin with. The child was nervous, for he did not know what he was supposed to do with another child, especially one that had tried to scare him to death! However, he offered a nervous smile as he extended his hand.
"Ummm. He....Hello."
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:44 pm
Malo looked at the offered hand and he went from being scared to that silly grin he always seemed to have. He took it and pushed himself up, a few inches taller than the grass type. He knew he was a treecko but not much else. He only knew him as that weirdo boy, not catching his name last time they met.
To Zale, Malo was weird to the touch. He would feel smooth and soft, but this odd fluctuation of hot and cold shot through his hand, the freezing chill of ghost types and the heat of fire at war in his veins. He could vaporize, a bit, but it was a skill he had yet to master, thank preston's lucky stars.
"You are the second best prankster! And I am the third best!" He floated above Zale, still holding his hand, where he shook it. "Hello! I'm Malo." His own pupiless yellow eyes blinked warmly and he flashed a fanged smile. "What's your name?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:53 pm
The other boy was silly, and more friendly than Zale. He watched him, shocked at the feeling of touching the other. The boy was strange.. he felt so weird. He almost wrenched his hand away, however he was more curious than afraid. Finally, when he was done analyzing the sensation he focused on Malo's words, looking up.
"Malo." It was clear he was memorizing the others name. Nodding, he realized the other still had his hand. When the other shook it he blinked, unsure as to why he had done it. Deciding to pass it off as some weird habit or perhaps a mannerism he'd need to ask Sully about later, he finally responded.
"Zale. I'm Zale."
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:00 pm
"Zale, then! Well, it is lovely to meet you and learn your name, Zale. We met in that alley a while ago. You were after Fluffy's butt!" He snickered at the memory, finally letting go of the Treecko's hand.
"So, where do you live? I'm from a big castle here in Hearts." He pointed into the distance, where the castle could be just seen over the horizon. "I live in the library with the best prankster in the world, Preston." He drifted lazily, pulling the other's hood down so he could get a better look at him. Once his head was exposed, the weightless Litwick put a hand on the other's head and did a one-handed stand, his flame burning with delight. That feeling would pass all over Zale's head at that point.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:11 pm
Ah, it was good to finally know a name to the face. His hand was released and he moved it to his chest, not really cradling it, more of simply holding it there. His eyes closed and his teeth gritted, tensing as the boy pulled his hood down. He hadn't liked that, looking up with the intent to protest, though he was stopped when he realized he was asked a question.
"Ah. I... I live in Spades. In a mansion. With others from Spades. I live with a lot of assassins and merchants... I'm not really.... allowed out of my room, which I share with Sully, my Guardian. But today is an exception~" He smiled brightly when he spoke his Guardian's name, head raising slightly when Malo's hand lowered to his head. He shuddered at that strange feeling again when Malo placed his hand on his head, though he obediently stayed still.
"I haven't seen Fluffy since~" His tail began to wag at the memory of that gorgeous, fluffy little tail. He actually had forgotten the boys name, replacing it with the nickname Fluffy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:18 pm
Malo balanced, but could sense the other's discomfort. He flipped off and landed, pulling his hood back up as he did so. "A spade..." He put his tongue in his cheek. No..he was not very fond of Spades. Not after that incident with Jace. He remained smiling though, as Zale had done him no wrong...yet.
"Yeah, I saw him a time since. But he's not from here. He lives in Clubs." He rubbed his chin, happy the other was able to venture out for the day but sad, as it meant he wouldn't see much of him.
An idea snapped into his brain and he rummaged in the little pouch he kept under his...he still had no idea what the gown he wore was called. It was just a white poncho that covered his whole body, but still had room for sleeves. Under it was a black shirt and white pants, with his little fanny pack. He undid it and drew out four small puppets, all designed for the hands: A dog, a bear, a frog and a bird. He held them out to Zale. "Here. Take two of these. You can play with them when you're bored."
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:24 pm
His eyes narrowed suddenly when Malo repeated his faction. He knew the rumors of his place, no, not rumors... truths. However... "I'm not like them. I may live there but I'm not like the stories." He couldn't possibly know that later, when he was only a little older, he'd start to become like them. A calmer, saner, kinder version, but a Spade resident all the same. His eyes narrowed once more, however blinked when Malo began to rummage about.
"Eh?" When the puppets were pulled out he blinked, looking up at Malo with wide eyes. "Really?! I can really have two?! Two whole puppets!" He exclaimed, cheeks becoming slightly rosy as his excitement lit up his face. They were so pretty, and.... a present from another person other than Sully. The sheer idea that someone else would gift him something... Reaching out, he gingerly took the dog and frog, the dog because he liked the look of it, and the frog because it was green like him.
"Thank you! I.... I don't have something to give you, but I'll find something and give it to you one day."
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:35 pm
Malo was happy the other knew what a puppet was. He often had to explain to his friends what they were. He got them for cheap when he and Preston went to plays and he didn't mind parting with a few of them.
"Well, you've already given my your friendship, so think of this as a cementing of it!" He chuckled, sliding the bird and the bear onto his own hands. He made a low voice for the bear.
"Malo sure is a great guy, giving two puppets away to a Spade."
"Yeah!" A high voice chimed in. "Its not normal for him to like Spades so much!"
"You two!" Malo piped in his normal voice. "Its not every day you meet a new friend, even if he is from Spades! He's a lot nicer than that other dummy head from there." He spoke like Jace and Zale were the only two living in Spades.
"Yeah! He's a friend now!"
"Friends with Zale!"
Malo looked to Zale, waiting for him to play with his puppets too.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 11:46 pm
Zale slid his own puppets onto his hand, allowing them to wobble slightly as he grew accustomed to them. His eyes widened when Malo mentioned friendship, smiling slightly. Until the separate voices appeared. Then his smile faltered, viewing the puppets with a stare. Giggling under his breath, his smile returned only when Malo had the puppets call him a friend. He wasn't sure what it was that made Malo dislike most Spade members, but if he wasn't put onto that dislike list.... well.... he was happy.
"I guess Malo's okay." The dog had a raspy voice, as if sick.
"For a ghost, that is! He nearly scared us to death!" The frog had a shrill voice that had a humour wobble to it, as if the frog was trying to sing but failing.
"Then I scared him! I scared the fire out of him!" Zale sounded particularly pleased when he spoke, rather proud of himself.
"You're lucky he's so forgiving to give you us!"
"And to be your friend! Maybe you two should team up and scare people!"
He paused as he had the frog say the last sentence, head tilting. He glanced at Malo, questioningly.
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