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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:00 pm
"Like you'd let me succeed in pulling that stunt." She replied almost coyly as she smoothly stood. And while the males back was turned, she quietly inspected him. She could just remember that he was bald at one point. It was when she got her necklace. At the mention, a bit of pink finally reached her cheeks. A blush. She tried to calm herself to will it away, but it only made her more embarrassed. Only when she tightly bite her tongue did the pink begin to receed. "Typically I'll get a gift or take something from a party and by the end of the night have no where to put it. So I just toss it all into one room." Deep breath. There was no reason after all of her to act like this about a necklace! A hand reached up to gently touch the silver object. She only ever took it off to sleep and bathe. "And this, just felt like wearing it today." Liar. The female thought to herself. But with a little bit of her 'good girl' power laced through her words, it was hardly like Criofan would notice the little white lie. Blush or no blush. "You about ready to head out?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:08 pm
There. That was everything! Well, most of everything. "At least cloth bags hold up better than flimsy paper bags," mumbled Criofan quietly to himself, before he shifted his attention back on Erylia and her blush. His grin returned at her blush and he looked a little smug, but it was hard to tell exactly why. Criofan liked to keep people guessing.
"No, Ah probably wouldn't, but it's always worth checkin' those things." With that, he stood up and began to drag the cloth bag behind him. Unfortunately, Criofan was never very strong, and he probably never would be. He watched her carefully as she blushed and shifted and took deep breaths, delighting in all of her nervousness. "Well, sure ya' did. Ya' have rights ta' just feel like wearing something." Whether he bought that she strictly felt like doing it today or if it was a usual thing was another question in itself, but whether the magic had worked or not he didn't seem interested in pursuing the matter in any case.
"Sure am. Lead the way, Erylia. This'll be one of the rare occassions Ah'm the follower." Criofan yanked the bag towards the door somewhat pathetically, but tried not to draw attention to the fact that dragging a forty-pound bag of shiny objects was not really all that fun for him, even if he wasn't losing anything.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 2:34 pm
Consequently, Erylia pretended not to notice the others obvious struggles with a bag half the size of a 4 foot tall pae. The only way he'd ever take her help was if he felt like he won a bet against her for her to do it. The female nodded, sending a bit of gold hair cascading down her shoulder. She turned and opened the door to walk back out into the much brighter hallway. The demonic started to walk back towards where she had come from, keeping a slow pace for the fairy. "How have you been keeping yourself busy these past few months?" The answer was obvious. Taking shiny objects while peoples backs were turned. Playing the occasional trick. But maybe he'd reveal something of substanance? Something to amuse her mind.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 3:42 pm
Criofan looked a little pathetic. It seemed that the Irish leprechaun was far better with words than he was with strength, and it showed as he grunted and pulled the objects along. While he knew there had to be a better way to do this, he was not about to show weakness and drop the cloth bag so he could find something that would help. The idea was silly, and he certainly did not want Erylia to get the impression that he was a weakling.
"Ah, plenty." The leprechaun lightly groaned as he continued to strain his arms and drag the belongings. Somehow, he had not yet dropped a solitary thing he was dragging behind him. "Ah've mostly been doin' the usual. Playin' tricks, stealin' or gettin' people to give me their things, puttin' up a personal ad for my brother," he chortled at that one, "an' some other interestin' things. Though, Ah suppose it's been a bit quiet in general. Even Ah don't have much to describe."
Though setting his brother up on blind dates was immensely amusing, the plan Criofan had today was probably the best he had in a while. Magnus Vis would hate him for weeks after this and would probably try and get back at him, Criofan O'Kane was more concerned with leaving Magnus in an embarrassing position.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:30 am
"Been boring for you too eh?" She made a right at at a branch off, still appearing to not notice Criofans struggle. But honestly, anyone would have troubles with a bag nearly as big as they were filled with gold and jewels. "My mother has been bugging me lately about finding a mate, since only 2 other siblings of mine are without relationship. But when it comes down to it, whats the fun of a mate?" The only real thing she saw was the physical aspects. But even then one could only be physical with that one pae. Monogomous. The very definition of no fun.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:15 am
When she turned a corner, Criofan all but hurled himself and the bag around the corner. Luckily, he managed not to fall on his face in the process. Once regaining some sense of balance, the lucky fae kept following Erylia. This is why he liked Aysu's bag so much...
What a random topic. Why did she ask him about relationships? Did she see a good reason to bring it up? "Hm, really? Only two of my siblings have relationships." Criofan shrugged casually. "They're also the two oldest." He was, technically, the third oldest, but this aspect wasn't all that important. While the leprechaun briefly pondered if her next remark was rhetorical, he soon decided that he didn't care either way and was going to give his opinion on the matter no matter what she had originally wanted.
"Ah," he grunted, yanking the cloth bag a little closer, "well, from what Ah've heard, it's actually pretty fun to have a 'significant other,' or whatever the term is." To Criofan, it just seemed like the prospect of a significant other in itself got in the way, but he would never close his mind completely. "Sometimes, they complement what ya' do instead of interruptin' things. Ah suppose if ya' could find someone as devious as ya'..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 6:28 pm
It was only logical to think about relationships when the most interesting thing Criofan spoke of was setting his brother on blind dates. And her life was so much more interesting then his brothers. She lightly chuckled at his statement of significant others. "Me and you...aren't exactly of a common type of personality. We're of a different callibur. I haven't yet found another pae even remotely compatible with me...and I've danced with quite a few pae." Well...there was one pae who she was compatible with. But him...he was off limits. Ever since that one day. The demonic quickly changed her thoughts as she slowed to a stop, turned, and reached above the doorframe. She pulled free a small silver key, and walked across the hallway to the other door to unlock it. "Ready?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:28 pm
It had come to the point where Criofan no longer felt the need to have a relationship. He would not bad mouth the idea of having a a relationship--to each their own!--but Criofan found that the slight need for companionship he had as a teenager had all but left him completely. And, admittedly, he didn't miss the need at all. Now if there was a situation where he thought a relationship would be useful or beneficial, then by all means, but for now...
"Eh. If ya' keep looking, or if ya' want ta', anyway, Ah'm sure there's someone out there for ya'." Criofan didn't appear to be too concerned either way. Perhaps she was wearing that necklace from years ago, but that just meant she liked wearing the necklace. "Yup, ready for the great reveal of the room! An', Ah'm also ready ta' put down this bag." He yanked it over to the door and waited for Erylia to open up her stash. It would certainly be interesting to see what she had collected over the past few... years? How old were they now, anyway? Bah, it didn't matter.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:49 pm
"Ha! Like I'd let any male 'tame' me." She grinned as she opened the door, flicking on the light to reveal the sights within.
There were three pieces of furniture in all. A long table which sat in the middle, a desk in the far left hand corner, and a red velvet cushioned chair pulled up to the desk. Each though were heavily guilded to match the sights around them. Portraits hung heavily on the walls, some of which portraying the demonic as she twirled the hearts of young males who fancied to have her. Mirrors dangled in a variety of shapes and sizes, and there was even a few wind chimes on the ceiling that shifted from the movement of air when the door opened. The desk was litered with gilded objects of beautification from eyeliner to toothpaste whitener to a wide assortment of combs and brushes. All given of course. But it was the long table that was most impressive. It was comprised of multiple sections, but entirety the wood was almost hidden by gleaming, glittering jewelry. A place of earings, a place for necklaces, rings, bracelets, anklets, watches, in short a jewelry store would be envious. All given. Most collected dust. She didn't care a whit about any of it, or any of the pae who gave them to her. She wore the only important thing. The female guestured off-handedly to the chair. "It can fit over there, as to not confuse our items."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 7:58 pm
"Who said someone had ta' tame ya'? Some guys like wild women better." That may have been the strangest thing he had said all day. What he meant by the vague term 'some guys' wasn't all that clear, but instead of clarifying, he entered Erylia's stash and began to look around at her collection.
It seemed that Erylia had managed to attain quite a bit these past two years. How many people had she charmed? In some ways, it was similar to him, and almost feeling it was all his fault, he briefly had a proud smile. It faded away as fast as it came, instead being replaced with a fascination with all of the expensive delights she had managed to pick up. She even had potraits. That was one thing that Criofan O'Kane could admit that he had not yet managed to obtain.
After she pointed out a place to set his things down, Criofan nodded and dragged the cloth bag over to the corner and immediately dropped it. The leprechaun fae let out a heavy sigh before blushing at his own weakness. He covered it up by talking. "Mm, quite the collection ya've got here. Ah' think ya' could get quite a bit of money for all of this, though it's plenty better ta' hang onta' these things."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:16 pm
She blinked at the statement, amythest eyes flicking to the male. He actually took interest in her musings of Love? She quickly waved the thoughts away, inwardly chiding herself that she was thinking too much into things. Instead, she entertained herself by looking at the portraits. Some of her werent too bad. There was artistic talent in HQ, if nothing else. "I'd hardly know what to spend the money on if I had it." Her eyes caught the male just in time to catch his blush. She instantly saved it into memory, knowing she'd never get the chance again in her lifetime. "Ready to go when you are." She almost wanted out of the room. It drew too much attention to the fact all the males gifts meant nothing to her. Except for one piece.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:26 pm
Criofan spent a few more moments viewing all of the things she had obtained. "The portraits are nice," commented the leprechaun randomly, before strolling back over to Erylia. That was all he needed to do. He was eager to get this whole, 'Messing with Magnus' trick started. First, they needed some costumes... Or, at the very least, something to make Criofan look more like a woman than he did currently.
"Yup, Ah'm ready. Do ya' remember where they keep the costumes in this place?" Criofan O'Kane, though tempted, did not snatch anything out of Erylia's stash. Instead, he simply walked out, and started looking around the hallway as if it had some kind of clue. "Oh, an' did ya' need that water still?" He wasn't sure if Erylia needed the water for herself or for something else, but perhaps it was best to make sure she had it before they went on a trickery expedition.
...Magnus had better be ready for this.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:19 pm
She looked at the hanging portraits, each one of them coated with a fine layer of dust. A few were actually quite good work, and even two or three of those artists were handsome. None was for her however. Tartara was beginning to think she'd never settle down for a family. Erylia had realized that a long time ago. "How could I forget?" She closed the room behind them, locking the door once more. "Oh! The water...Tartara can go without it for a few more hours." She spoke offhandedly, a hand flicking disconcernadly to the side. "Costumes are back down the hallway we were just in."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:49 pm
If Erylia believed that Tartara would be fine without it, the faerie wouldn't concern himself with it. "Alright then!" The golden adult headed off down the hallway that Erylia mentioned the portraits were in, gaining a jaunty spring to his step that he usually didn't gain unless he had something mischievous in mind. He had a bit of a sing-song tone to his voice, and he almost seemed reminiscent of, well, a rather cheerful leprechaun.
When they arrived at the room Criofan recognized as the costume room, he nearly threw the door opened, turned on the nearest light, and headed inside the room. Now what could he wear to make himself look like a gorgeous woman? Well, okay, he didn't need to be gorgeous; sometimes, he doubted that Magnus even paid attention to how anyone looked. Still, he wanted to make this as hilarious as possible when his faerie brother realized that what he was trying to flirt with was really just his brother dolled up as some kind of attractive female like Erylia.
...Wait, where did that thought come from? The leprechaun's jaunty spring left for a moment as he pondered, but he decided to shove the thought aside as per usual and instead start digging through the dresses. "So, 'lia," he grinned at the nickname, "you think I'd look better in green or purple?" Not that Criofan usually paid attention, but he really wanted to pull this look off.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 4:02 pm
She didn't so much as blink at the sing song tone. She didn't flinch as he threw open the door, banging it against the opposing wall. No, She nearly jumped out of her skin at the nickname. Never in all the years she knew him had he ever...EVER...she shook her head. No use on dwelling on it. The leprechaun tended to do things on whim, as she did. Their personalities at times were eerily similar. "Green." She spoke after a moment, walking into the room. "You can tell it'll already look good from this." The slender female tapped his chest with her index finger, indicating the clover. "Though I would go with something blue probably...to bring more attention to your eyes."
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