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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 4:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:06 pm
 Frit was busy in the garden. Busy with science. She had whole long lists of plans that had to do with plants, their growth rates, fertilizer, and many many other factors. She had variables like "nearby noise levels", "amount of sun", "how often the subject was given attention by nightmares". Today the little nightmare was testing how plants responded to verbal affection, versus verbal abuse. Telling the little plant it was pretty all the time had to have some effect, right? So frit pulled out her notebook, where she had given herself ideas for good complements and excellent insults. Frit started with the "bad cop" roll. "You, plant, have the worst handwriting I have ever seen, its atrocious!
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:22 pm
 Saschas was spacing out on his way to his next class. His wings fluttered just a little when the wind went by, and he smiled as the scent of some beautiful flower wafted by, smelling like honey and sun, fresh rain and growing grass. It was a beautiful day, one where the sun was out, the birds were chirping, and the little nightmare could simply relax and enjoy the day. Satchas smiled blissfully, before his ear twitched, picking up some sound that did not fit. The little boy was surprised, really. It was such a shock to his peaceful little mind to hear such venom in someone's voice. How could anyone have such anger or unwell wishes on such a nice day? Satchas needed to find out what was happening.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:30 pm
 Frit wasn't done, oh no no she was NOT! The nightmare got comfturable and got ready. "That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?" Frit stopped to catch her breath, then continued on. "You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck! Thine forward voice, now, is to speak well of thine friend; thine backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. "
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:48 pm
 Stashas's eyes grew large and round. Those... Those were really some serious threats. The pink boy was frozen in place, his mind racing, what should he do? What does one even do at a time like this? Was this other small creature a kid like him? Or some monster terrorist that was surprisingly well versed in shacksperian insults? Stashas didn't like this one bit. He just had wanted to enjoy his day, maybe get something good to eat, and feel the soft breeze of wind in his hair. The boy was close to tears now. This was serious!! Satchas's body did something he did not agree on, and he felt himself step out behind the bush, towards the monster with an extensive vocabulary. Although almost to tears, and stuttering, Saschas opened his mouth and something came out.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 7:13 pm
 Frit heard someone say something, right as she was just about to start on stage two of her experiment, complementing the other plant. The nightmare closed her mouth, and shut her book. Frit turned around, eyes squinted, a slight frown on her face. She had very important work to do, and then some nightmare comes by and interrupts the entire process. Well, she did only finish step one, and it wasn't terribly ruined, and she was trying to be more sociable. "Yes?" Frit asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. Then the girl noticed some things about the boy, and her face turned into a genuine grin. This kid had branches, and what looked like little leaves growing out of his head. Was this kid actually a walking, talking, plant?
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 11:36 am
 Stashas shifted from foot to foot. This girl was looking at him oddly, and he wished he had never opened his mouth. But it was too late for that, and Satchas could feel a cloud hang over his day, where in before it had been sunny and beautiful. Satchas looked at his feet a few more seconds, feeling the other nightmare grow annoyed. "W-why are you insulting someone? Its... its bullying!" Satchas let out a long big sigh. There, he did it. He said what he wanted to say and he didn't pass out or die. But now he had to await an answer, what if the insulting nightmare started insulting him? Life would be a lot easier if Satchas hadn't gone and stuck his wings into someone else's business.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 11:37 am
 Frit had to force herself not to roll her eyes. This is why she preferred to conduct her experiments in privacy. Others were nosy, and really didn't know what they were talking about at all. Frit felt his question was unnecessary, but she could use his question as a bargaining chip. Frit felt the idea of a trade growing, hopefully this boy was as gullible as he was plant-like. "Well i have a question as well." Frit said, grinning "And ill answer your question if you answer mine." Frit dusted off her hands, sending dirt into the air and onto the ground, and then held her hand out to shake the other kid's.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 11:38 am
 Satchas didn't know about that. An answer for an answer? Sounded like a trick. But, the little fey did want to clear his day up, and that would probably only happen if his question was answered, and this whole mystery cleared up. "Oh... okay..." Satchas mumbled. Now that he had agreed to it tho, he felt very anxious. He had gotten himself into something, hadn't he? Oh Satchas, the little fay whispered to himself, why do you do this? The nightmare tried to focus on something else. Had the leaf on his leg grown longer? Satchas looked. It was hard to tell without a ruler, but the fay was pretty sure it had.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 11:40 am
 Frit grinned happily. Now she was getting somewhere. "Allright! You asked what i was doing insulting something, right? Well, i am not a bully, thank you very much. I was conducting an experiment." Frit stepped to the side, revealing two plants planted about two feet apart, one that was currently under a hat. She didn't want the complement plant to hear the insults, that would have tainted the results! "Do plants grow better when exposed to insults, or complements. Now, my turn, are you a plant?" Fir pulled out her notebook again, ready to write. "And whats your name and dorm number?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 11:41 am
 Satchas frowned. Well, that was a good reason, or at least not a bad reason. The little pink kid looked at the dolls suspiciously. Then the girl asked hum a question, and the little boy's wings started fluttering in worry. She wanted to know his name and where he lived? That, well, if she wanted to be friends that would be cool, but the fay had a sinking suspicion that there was more to the little imp's plan. "I, um, im Satchas...." Satchas muttered, getting continuously quieter. "I, im, um in Enoch, dorm f room 302." Satchas suddenly felt a sinking feeling about giving away his living quarters area, and the boy turned around and left. "But, im not really ever home so you dont have to come find me at all okay? good!"
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