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 Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 5:11 am
Name: Adele
Guardian: [Dg]
Spirit: Boy who died from eating the apple he'd bobbed for at an unmonitered haunted house. The apple had razor blades in it.
Vessel: Black kitten
Season: Autumn
Powers: Unknown
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 12:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 1:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 1:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:56 pm
Arts of Adele
Awwwww, my little kitten-boy's arrived! <3
Looks like Captain Kitty has gotten a bit older. And lost the cape.
An art I got for Christmas of 'Del :3 <3
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:57 pm
Reserved for Pets and Gifts
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:10 pm
Credits
Official exipotic  Artwork (c) quietsnooze 2008.Story and concept (c) quietsnooze 2008.Journal idea (c) Anya! XD.Character concepts and personalities (c) their individual writers. Other
Harriet & Family (c) [Dg]
Adele's Concept (c) [Dg]
Un-official art in this journal (c) its respective artists
Also Kind of Official
Adele's Official Art (c) Silverah
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 12:17 pm
So Different, yet so the same
Two sisters only have their parents to blame
It’s rare that the two can get along
But when they do, they’re inseparable
Such a blessing comes to few, yeah
- Different People, No Doubt
Exi, Stop Blowing Up Fuzzy Critters In Front Of My Kids!
Being a big sister was FUN. Alice and Ismerauda had hit it off almost immediately. The Hiccup tired easily sometimes, having to rest after a bout of the two of them playing or dancing, but Alice understood. The Herald would sit down and wait with her sister, reassuring Issy that it wasn’t a horrid, dastardly crime to be tired a little easy. The toddler tended to get quite tearful when she couldn’t play with her big sister anymore, feeling useless and like she’d ruined Alice’s fun – but the Herald always had a hug and some comfort for the littler girl when that happened.
Harriet was more than happy to see his little ones getting along. Alice took to being a bigger sister as well as Bellaluna had. All three girls loved to laugh and play together, and because of it, they were growing, in a sense. Bella was starting to become more and more human, Alice was thriving as she always had, and Issy growing and learning to not be shy. And, without knowing it, the man was changing too – opening up more, learning to laugh without being afraid, becoming less of an underconfident, shy, shut-in. This was partly due to having a girlfriend now, so to speak (and a hot one at that), but mostly to having a family, people to care about who cared about him back. That was all Hatty could really ask for.
All this change already, in such a short time. For it had barely been a week or two since the arrival of Ismerauda. Yet already she fit in to the welcoming family. And another small change was due to occur, though the family didn’t know it when they set out for the picnic that warm day at the end of October.
Alice had chosen the spot – a large, open area on a hill. At the top of the hill was a tree that had only lost a small portion of its leaves and was in full fall color, and that was where they had decided to set up their picnic. From that hill, the family could see houses on all sides – farms scattered about, with fields and animals milling about in them. It was a ways out into the country and they were all glad to be able to see the sights – particularly Alice and Issy.
Since meeting with Fiona, the purple winged angel had been determined to learn about painting. So, she and Bella had gotten a small essel and some paints – not the expensive good kind, for Alice was still too new to know if she enjoyed painting yet or not. Now, Alice was set up on the one hillside, playing around with the paints and trying to figure out how to use them right. She wanted to try and paint the town, but it was a huge task for such a new little painter. So, for the moment, Alice was just puttering around with paints.
Issy, on the other hand, was too tired out to really stand up and dance around for very long, so she was curled up on Harriet’s lap, listening to him as he read her some Fairy Tales from a book they owned. It amused him how different the two sisters were from each other, even in an instance like this. They differed not only in their energy levels, but also in appearances and personalities.
Alice was average height for a child, with shoulder-length white hair that she kept in a cute little ponytail. Meanwhile, Issy had soft brown hair that she left loose. Alice’s eyes were a bright blue – though seemed to be turning stormy gray with time – while Issy’s were soft and brown like the horse she had come from. Alice was totally human looking, save for her pretty purple wings, and her sister was except for her horse feet and tail. Even their style was different, despite their young age. The Herald was commonly found in the overalls and t-shirt sets that her father had put together for her – one set of which was currently getting lots of paint stains on it, but most of them would have those in time. The Hiccup, on the other hand, liked to look like a little princess, usually in soft light blue dresses and skirts. It all added up to Alice’s slight tomboyishness and Issy’s little-princess demeanor.
There were three things above all else that could be deemed as similar likes between the two girls – cuddles, stories, and small fuzzy animals. So when Alice – in her looking down at one of the farms below – spotted a small black kitten wandering up the hill, both girls immediately abandoned their previous activities to go and pet it. This caused Bella to get up from where she’d been napping, and Hatty to worriedly rush over to make sure nothing bad happened to his little ones when they went to see the kitten.
It was the man who spotted the other person running towards the kitten, a highly out-of-place woman with dark skin, dressed as a hula dancer and attempting to do something or another in the direction of the kitten. Alice and Ismerauda were too distracted to even see the woman towards the side, but Harriet was able to dive and grab both girls out of the way the second he realized what seemed to be happening. He didn’t know why or how he knew what was going on – he hadn’t seen how it happened before and the person had looked so different last time – but this woman gave him the same vibes the Spanish Inquisitor had a few weeks prior. He had a feeling that the kitten was about to not be there anymore, and there was going to be a fire so he had to hold down his little ones to make sure they weren’t burnt.
Alice and Ismerauda stared in horror as, where the little kitty had been, was suddenly engulfed in flames and explody action. Both struggled up worriedly, hopping on their toes – or hooves, in Issy’s case – hoping the poor thing was okay. Hatty, on the other hand, had already stood up and rushed over as the smoke cleared, intending to pick up the child left in the wake of the Hiccuping. Bella was the only one who bothered watching as Exipotic ran off – the others were more concerned with the child who arrived.
The toddler was a cheerful looking baby boy with soft curls, with even softer looking ears and tail – for those came from the kitten. Immediately, both of his sisters rushed over to see the baby and pet at the ears, and give him hugs. And the boy was more than happy to have those hugs and snuggles – he was an affectionate little creature.
Alice squeaked happily and rushed back up to the eldest of the children. “BEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLA! BEEEEEEEEELLA! What was that name we picked out the other day for if we got a little brother?” the child called, looking up at the Belune with glee. Alice loved having little siblings so much she had wanted more and even came up with names for some if they ever did get more. And as the Belune worked in a bookstore, Bella was the one who helped her.
“You liked Adele the best.” The purple female intoned softly as she walked down to poke at the little boy.
“Adele it is! Let’s go give him some food!” she cooed happily, rushing back up the hill, trailed by Issy and Bella, and finally by Harriet who carried the now officially named Adele.
We’ll go dancing, baby then you’ll see
How the magic’s in the music and the music’s in me
Do you believe in magic?
Believe in the magic of a young girl’s soul
Believe in the magic of Rock’n’roll
Believe in the magic that can set you free
I’m talking about magic!
Do you believe in magic?
- Do You Believe In Magic, The Lovin’ Spoonful
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 5:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 8:55 am
A basket arrives just a few days short of Christmas, in the same manner as the basket that had originally arrived with the request to be filled. Many goodies are inside! Quote:   I hope we have not infringed upon any rules at home! Please enjoy your old-fashioned candy! It's some of my favorite.Happy holidays!
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