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 Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:34 pm
Ilistala didn't care if the cake tasted like dog poop--it was cake, goddammit, and she was going to eat it. In a frenzy that could possibly rival Brimstone's, Stala scooped large bites of food into her mouth, swallowing before she was even done chewing, until, finally, her plate was clean and her belly was uncomfortably full. "Yum," she grimaced, wiping a tan arm across her mouth. Bright green icing was smeared across her face like pastel war paint.
Ioyla, however, was another story: the demon, in a fit of bitter disappointment at her lame culinary skills, had gone so far as to sweep the remainder of the cake into her arms and dump the whole thing in the trashcan. She wouldn't be offended if the others refused to eat it; after all, it was horrible.
Brimstone's sudden suggestion caught Stala's attention, and in a big way. "PRESENTS!" she mimiced, hurling herself off her chair and running around the small apartment, much to the chagrin of Ioyla's downstairs neighbors. "PRESENTSPRESENTSPRESEEEENTS!"
Gee, guess it's time to open some presents, eh?
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:53 pm
Noting how everyone seemed to be on his wavelength, Brimstone immediately threw himself from the chair so that he could run around too. In fact, he would run faster than Ilistala could. So, with thudding, awkward steps, the neon-haired Shattered began to stomp around the room, leaning forward and sticking his butt out for increased aerodynamics. "PREEEEESEEEENTSSSS!" he screamed alongside the birthday girl's own shouts. Little did he know that none of these presents would actually be for him.
Furtive radioactive green eyes looked around for the first inch of a present. He would get to them first to stake his claim! Oh yes, he would! So, flying across the room, Brim checked each corner for presents, hoping that Ilistala would trip and fall so that he could have the upperhand.
Meanwhile, Akina smiled sympathetically at Ioyla as she gratefully dumped her plate into the trashcan, watching in disgust as Elena tried the cake after Ioyla's outburst. The taste of the mystery cake reminded the elf of a mixture of poop and death in her mouth. (Not that she would ever digress just how she knew what poop and death tasted like in the first place... Right-o, so, presents now?)
Having grown immune to Brimstone's outbursts, the elf merely walked out into the room with the prancing toddlers, turned to Ioyla, and said, "I think they might be ready for present-opening." She cracked a grin at the demon as she nabbed Brim with one hand to prevent him from running around any more. "Come on, B," she whispered in his ear so as not to embarrass him in front of his new friends. "Try to contain yourself a bit. It's Ilistala's birthday, after all. Let her have her moment with her presents."
Her presents? HER presents? What was this treachery! Brimstone was lured here with a promise of cake and presents, and yes, there was cake but... no presents for him? A cruel pout fixed itself upon his lips as the toddler folded his arms and went jelly-legged in protest so that Akina could not make him stand. Not wanting to look like her toddler was in control, the blue-eyed elf quickly took a seat where she had been standing by Brim and pulled him into her lap as if that had been her intention all along.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 5:25 pm
Elena sighed as her request for water was ignored. The foul taste was, perhaps, her punishment for ignoring her better instincts and taking even a small bite of the cake. Picking the bag with Stala's gifts in it up (oh, yes, she'd been carting that poor thing around for awhile now, and it was looking a bit battered around the top), Elena followed the rather hyperactive (and certainly crazy) Brimstone and the slightly less hyper Stala into the living room. "Here Stala," Elena said, holding the bag out to Stala. "Happy Birthday!" Nevermind that her cake was horrid, and one of her guests was insane (and it wasn't Arya!), it was still Stala's birthday and Elena was determined to make the best of these trying circumstances and make sure that at least some part of the day was good. Jer had picked Arya up and was currently standing in the living room, toddler held firmly in her arms. "You're the same age as Elena now," she said to Stala, though the two certainly didn't look the same age. "She's still older," the elf added, shifting Arya a bit as she wiggled to get on the floor and attack Stala's gift bag. Jer looked momentarily distracted as a thought crossed her mind -- Elena had grown two months before her first birthday. Did Tall Tales mature faster (appearance wise) then whatever Stala (and Brim and Arya?) were? Would Arya still be a toddler on her first birthday? Dismissing that for later consideration, Jer smiled at Stala and waited for her to open her gift. ((Each letter in bag is a URL that leads to a different gift. WHEE.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:28 pm
When Akina awkwardly sat down on the ground, Ioyla bit back the urge to chortle and snort like an immature fool. "Nicely handled," she said, wheeling back on the balls of her feet to scurry into the kitchen and busy herself there. Suspicious!
Like a moth to a flame did Ilistala Infriti zoom to the offered bag. She tackled the poor thing, squealing, giggling. She ripped the top off with unrestrained excitement, all three gifts tumbling out to the floor in front of her, forming a lopsided semi-circle: a wand of some sort, an orb, and, possibly best of all, a pair of hairpins. Win!
She looked up into Elena's face, absolute adoration shining in her eyes. "Thank you!" the toddler said, bundling all three of Elena's gifts into her arms and pressing them to her chest. It had been her first birthday, after all, and her first gift.
...speaking of which! The Shattered turned to Brimstone, eyebrows cocked to her best effort. Well? her look said quite clearly, where's my present?
Perhaps there would be a gift from the Tokuwa family, perhaps not--it didn't matter at that moment, as Ioyla suddenly came back into the living room area with a small box in her hands. Even more suspicious! I wonder what it could be. It is a mystery.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:00 pm
Seeing the present-opening begin, Akina began to slyly feel around in the pockets of her jacket, finally pulling out a card and small box. She would not forget a gift, no way! Smiling sweetly, the elf kept her arms locked tightly around Brimstone, knowing far too well the hungry gaze in his eyes as he stared at all the gifts.
What the heck? Hairpins? Brimstone was not pleased. If he was stealing a gift, it was going to be a good one. Not some lame hairclips. Sure, they would look pretty on Ilistala but--- huh?
Radioactive green eyes narrowed in boredom as the petulant child stared at the card his mother had made him make earlier today. He giggled to himself at the memory of how mad Akina had gotten when she realized he drew a racecar running over Ilistala. Thankfully, the elf covered the racecar with a big flower, but Brimstone knew what was really there. That was all that was important.
Noting Ioyla's approach with the present, Akina did not want to be the last gift opened so, as smoothly as she could manage, she hopped to her feet and set the box and card before Ilistala, uttering a quick, "Happy birthday!" before hightailing it back to her seat.
Upon opening the box, Ilistala would find a handmade red necklace laced with a braided ribbon and set off with a sparkling round pendant. At the center of the glass pendant, there was an etched flame that seemed to glow different shades of red and orange and appeared to move when the light hit it at different angles. It is also warm to the touch. It is likely some Elven craft that Akina had from "back in the day", but it is not clear from first glance.
(( Annnnd I am sending a trade to your mule for the Coral Pendant Necklace. HAPPY BIRFDAY. ))
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