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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:52 am
...But if there's one thing for certain, it's that you're highly interested in that other Pae'il over there. Perhaps you should go talk to them. They seem as blissful as you are. Only more luau fun can come from this... right?
OMG DRUNKEN BREEDING! WHAT? o.o
RULES:
01. A pae may only be entered once.
02. An owner with multiple pae may enter up to five of those pae.
03. The answer to the prompt either needs to be a collaborative effort of both owners or permission must be given for a single writer.
04. For collaborations: There should be one post per entry: If you need to compile your entry, we suggest AIM, MSN, Gaia PMs, or even Gaia messenger if you're brave.
05. Pae'il do NOT have to be in a relationship! This is your big chance to breed pae that would never mate or even get along!
06. Pae who have bred before are not eligible. This is not Jerry or Maury.
07. Keep things as PG as possible please. Gaia TOS does apply.
So in a nutshell: Describe the scene. Two pae are a little tipsy so it should be entertaining... nothing of the baby making process, por favor!
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:39 pm
Trager's brown eyes gazed lazily at the empty cup in her right hand, she lifted her left hand trying to count how many times she'd refilled her drink on her fingers, she gave up on counting after two. She smiled contentedly and smelled the empty cup, yeah, she wanted more. Trager slowly made her way over to the table the rum punch was on, though the table was much closer then she anticipated and she hit it with her hip and the table shook and rattled the glasses. "Oops" she giggled as she filled up her cup again, most of the liquid missing her cup and falling onto her hand and the table instead. Amun Ra's normally bright green friendly eyes were glazed over he smiled for the drinks tasted fruity and sweet. He liked sweet things like that sweet little pae that was going over to get more to drink. he watched her run in to the table and then miss her cup he giggled a little. "Cutie may be I can help you with that." Getting out of his chair he walked over to Trager. He held the cup for her. "cutie you just need to pour it in to the cup I will hold it for you." Trager grinned widely. Cutie? She liked this stranger pae already. "You can help me wit anyting you want..." she said slowly and lazily as she attempted to wink at him, but she just ended up squinting both her eyes. She laughed, she had hardly noticed that she missed her cup. She scooped up some more punch and poured it slowly into the cup, concentrating intently as if this was a very difficult task. "You like some?" Ra smiled he liked the sound of her giggle it was musical. "I am ok Cutie I got a drink over there some thing with fruit and some other stuff it is good you should try some." he said pointing at were he had been sitting on the side some empty cups were on the side. "Here let me escort you to a seat next to mine." he said with some waving of his hand that mistakenly hit some other random pae. "sorry about that." Trager bit her lip as she giggled again when he hit the other pae, she locked arms with the arm that had hit a pae and picked up her cup with her free arm. "Sure thang!" she said loudly as she began to march wobbly towards the seat he had pointed out. Ra blushed about the hitting the other pae. Then with his arm locked in hers he marched wobbly over to the seat. Though they did not take a strait path but one that ziged and zaged Getting to the spot with the seats he helped Trager sit down before miss judging where his seat was and fell on to the floor "ouch." Trager was actually enjoying the fun, zigzagging motion and laughing the whole way over to the seat. Unfortunately, with their arms being locked, when the male pae fell Trager lost balance and toppled over him. "Ooof!" Trager murmured incomprehensibly as she laid across the male her face in the sand, she lifted her head and opened her mouth and spit out a good amount of sand. As she laid on him Ra could smell her hair it smelled nice and it looked nice also he loved the way that it moved when she moved. Then he remembered that she just fell on him. "Cutie are you ok?" He unhooked his arm from hers so that she could get up. It was then that he noticed both of them were sticky from the rum punch that his cutie had been holding. Ra wondered what the rum and punch tasted like and noticing some on Trager's arm he tried to lick it. Trager nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, I'm great, soft landing. You?" She asked him as she sat up and brushed some more sand off of her mouth. She then dumped the sand out of her cup, "Someone turned my punch into sand..." she frowned, but it quickly turned into a smile when she looked over at him and he was... licking her? She laughed again, "You cute" she said as she tugged on a lock of his purple hair. She took his hand and licked one of his fingers, "You taste like punch because you're purple." she said. He stopped licking her though she tasted good sweet like fruit. "yeah I am soft and you are yummy. You taste just like a fruity lolly pop." laughing was a little hard because she was on his chest, but her laughed. "I taste like punch I did not know that," Getting up on his elbows he looked at her with a smile. "Cutie you are Pretty you know that?" "Well I have never tried myself." Trager slid off of him until she was sitting in the sand, this was more comfortable then a chair anyways. She was still wearing a dopey grin on her face when he told her she was pretty, she shook her head quickly and almost childishly to say no, even though she could get vain at times. She did like hearing it from him though. Once she got off him he smiled at her, with a similar dopey smile to hers. "No no do not tell me you are not pretty. For you are Very Vary pretty." He giggled and put his hand up so that he could play with her hair some "You should taste your self some time you taste yummy but what else would a yummy cutie like you taste like. You know you got very pretty eyes." Trager giggled as she listened to him talk about her, switching from one subject to the next. He sure rambled on a lot, not that she minded it. Trager reached up on the table for the cups Amun Ra had talked about, she grabbed air several times before she brought one of the cups down. "Hereya go" she then lifted her empty cup to her mouth and took a long sip of nothing from it. "Yum..." she sighed contently. Ra giggled as she tried to grab a cup and when she did she grabbed an empty cup he could not help bit smile. He out his hand up and tried to grab the cup filled with the yummy drink. Finally grabbing it he traded it with the empty cup. "Here cutie this one should taste better it got some thing in it." "No, I promise you this one da best" Trager told him as she thrusted the empty cup in front of his lips "try eet" She watched him, smiling without a care in the world. Those were some big, yummy looking lips, she moved the cup and tossed it over her shoulder, probably hitting that poor bystander pae again. She wanted to try his punch, she leaned forward and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on him. Ra was taken off guard when the empty cup was brought to his lips though he was really surprised when she kissed him. Her pink lips were nice and warm a little sandy still but warm he liked how they felt on his lips. Ra slowly moved his arms around his Cutie so that he could hold her close to him while they kissed.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:50 am
((through pm))   That spiked punch. You said you were only going to take a sip or two. Maybe three. Or maybe you had wanted this to happen. Perhaps you had wanted to drink all of that alcoholic punch? Either way, it doesn't particularly matter now. You're drunk. Your world is swirling and words are spilling out of your mouth like water falls down the great Mereth Falls. Perhaps you can't keep your balance or you're simply more inclined to do things that you would never do before.
...But if there's one thing for certain, it's that you're highly interested in that other Pae'il over there. Perhaps you should go talk to them. They seem as blissful as you are. Only more luau fun can come from this... right? Coral was sitting near the table of punch after she had plenty. It tasted good and warm. It was like nothing she had ever tried before. She then looked over to see another Naiad...a male one and he was kind of cute.
The female got up and nearly fell over her feet. This might have been better in the water...but then again maybe drunk swimming was just as bad. Still, Coral made it over to him and smiled. "What's a male like you doing in a hat like this?" Hat? Yep, that's what Coral said and laughed thinking it was a joke.Sibeko had some of the spiked punch by some I mean a few glasses full he looked over the room was that orange and white Naiad looking at him? She was looking at him and now she trying to walk over to him and then she spoke her voice sounded like an angel though what she said made Sib think harder. "I am here because I was dragged out of the lake by my brother. he is such a pain in the neck. but I did not expect to see angel Naiad here." Coral giggled at his comment. "The lake? Ever been to the osean?" Coral slurred her last word. "Why did two Naiads go to the osean?" She asked him with another giggle.
The Naiad girl then stumbled a bit before catching herself. "I'm Coral!" Coral had noticed she hadn't said her name yet and said it now even if she asked him a joke. She added it sorta fast and funny sounding.Sib shrugged after thinking about her question. "To see what the ocean tasted like." he said with a goofy grin "Woo be careful." he said as she almost fell over. "Nice to meat you Coral I am called Sibeko but every one calls me Sib. "Nope never been to the ocean. The lake is a big piece of land filled with water but this punch taste better than the water." he took another sip of the spiked punch. Coral laughed at Sib's answer. "No silly, to schwim...let's go!" Coral grabbed his arms and tried to pull him foreword. She was trying to pull him towards the beach and the ocean.Sib laughed it was a good joke, He let him self get pulled up and towards the ocean. "Yessss Letss Schwim in the Oceachn." They soon reached the beach and soon he felt his feet get wet. "ooh it is nice Coral lets schwim" Coral found the water soothing as she soon had a tail. The Naiad fully submerged into the water. After a moment she poked her head out of the water. Next she swam over to Sib. Yes, in the water she did swim a lot better then she had walked drunkenly on land. "What do ya wanna do now? Did you hear of the starfissh that had a bad hare day?"The water was nice for Sib also he was happy to have a his tail back for some reason his feet did not want to listen to him "i do not know coral but did you know vary pretty in the water." he then thought about the question she asked him. "now hat did the star fishy with a bad hair day sayss." Coral smiled and blushed a little at Sib's comment. She then put her hand on his shoulder. "Shankss." She then thought about what it was she was saying. Instead she just began to laugh uncontrollably. It was either Coral didn't know the answer or she had thought she said it out loud. Either way she diffidently had the giggles.
The Naiad looked to Sib and calmed down for a moment. "I like being here with you." She said as she watched him and looking into his eyes. What was this feeling? Was it the warm punch?"No problemo" he said giggling because Coral was. he forgot about the joke it was not important to him what starfish said on a bad hair day. She was pretty and she looked prettier with a tail than she did with legs. Sib blushed making his yellow face orange. "You know I like being with you to. You are pretty and funny and you got pretty white stripes and very shiny eyes like little schars." He felt some thing it was a nice feeling or was it that punch that made him feel so warm inside or Coral. moving his head close to her he quickly gave her a quick kiss. Coral kissed him back and slowly took herself and him under that water. What a nice feeling this was. Kissing was nice. It tasted almost as good as the punch did. That funny punch. Not as funny as she was though.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:51 pm
(Through Messenger)   Seraphim was tipsy. Okay, more than tipsy, straight up drunk. It was an entirely new sensation, he didn't drink often though the feeling.. He liked it. The fallen angel looked at the half gone drink in his hand and guzzled it. There was a blurry female nearby. Maybe she wasn't blurry. He couldn't tell. He didn't care that he couldn't tell or that she was blurry. Putting a smile on his face, Seraphim slipped over to her. "Hello there." He spoke, being nice amazingly enough.
Cinna was so glad Phim had let her come to the luau, it was fun. She drank more of the punch. It was addictive and before long she felt wobbly. She felt someone slide in next to her and it was a famaliar blob. "Phim?" She said as looked at the blobby form. "Hello." Cinna said back and then burst out laughing.
Phim blinked, looking at Cinna. "Cinna?" He snorted, laughing. That was funny. Wait? That was funny?! Oh god what had he done. Vile liquid made things fun. "How you been Girl?" seraphim managed to get out between his laughter. God this was hilarious. "Fancy seeing you out here." He snickered, wrapping an arm around her waist.
CInna joined in his laughter, "You let me come." Did he not remember? She took the cup in front of her and downed the rest of the punch. "This stuff is aweshum." She slurred her words and that made her laugh more.
He cracked up at her words, drinking another glass of the punch. "Ish it." Came his own slurred response. "You.. You look.." Hic. "good tonight." That was weird, he never complimented the demon in his arms. Though he also never held her like this, nor did he drink. This was a fun night regardless of his behavior.
Cinna smiled, "Well, thanksh." She looked up at him with lidded eyes. This was the nicest he had been in a while. "You too." She then giggled again as it was a funny compliment.
That was probably the nicest he'd been since they met. At least when he meant it. "Thanksh" He chuckled, kissing the female's neck. "You sshmell gewd too." He murmured, not letting go of her. "Want shmore punch?" Seraphim offered.
Cinna smiled and closed her eyes at the kiss. It felt good and not painful as his usual romantic ways tended to feel. "Yesh, please." More drink and maybe he would be even more romantic.
He twisted softly, careful not to tip over, he felt like he could fall over quiet easily at this point. The fact that he was holding onto Cinna wasn't just because he liked the feel of her skin at the moment, it was also for support. "Here." He smirked, offered her a nice and full glass while he was sipping on his own.
She took the cup and gulped down half and then smiled up at Phim. She didn't know why this drink was making them so sweet, but it was. She eyed it and hoped it wasn't all gone by moring, or she may steal some for later use. She then grabbed his hand and kissed his palm. She didn't know why, she just did it.
He chuckled, "you missed." Phim stated, freeing his hand of hers, twisting it through her hair to kiss her. "There." he gently pecked her lips once, twice, lingering the third time. Well if he was going to be nice might as well show her how much he really cared.
She started to laughed when he pulled her in for a few kisses. Real kisses, if she wasn't drunk she may have fainted. Instead she threw her arms around him and kissed him back.
He blinked, having expected the reaction but not at the same time. Seraphim chuckled, holding her close. He was done for as far as the night went.
She pulled away and then looked up at him. Maybe she should milk this state of being, "Wanna go somewhere private?" She licked her lips in a seductive manner, that really just left her face wet and her eyes looked even more droopy. Drunk was really sexy.
He thought it was sexy, not really noticing her eyes were drooping and face was wet. She was just looking really good. And that suggestion wasn't half bad either. "Sshounds gewd to meh." Phim chuckled at his own voice. He kept his arms around her though, he couldn't possibly lift the female. Not in this state.
Cinna got up from the place she was sitting and had to hold tightly to Phim. She really had no balance left. "Ok." She said as she giggled and tried to walk. Thinking to herself, left foot then right foot and no falling down.
He was laughing as much as she was, enjoying himself throughly. Mentally he was thinking the same thing. left foot then right foot and no falling down. Seraphim had his arm tight around her waist, the other on the wall. They weren't going to go fall if he could help it
Cinna saw a secluded area of the beach and then looked at Phim. "There?" She hoped she could make it that far, but she knew if/when she did she was going to have the best night of her life. Hopefully she would remember it.
He was thinking where they were worked, but hey it wasn't too far off. "Sure." He smirked, stumbling with his mate to the secluded area she had pointed out. She was going to be in for hell tomorrow if he remembered any of this.
She stumbled with him and then right as they got there her feet and legs gave out. She pulled him down with her. Cinna broke into a giggle fit, "Made it!"
He laughed, shifting to pin her on the ground though his grip was far weaker than usual. "We did." He smirked, kissing her once more.
Cinna laughed and had her laugh closed off with the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed back as well as she could all sloppy drunk.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 7:43 pm
((through PM))  
"Silly table, ya' can't hit me. Ah'm a lucky one." Criofan widely grinned at the table and hit it like it was an old pal before reaching for the ladle and pouring himself another unnecessary plastic cup of the infamous 'light red fruity liquid' as Criofan seemed to be calling it. Immediately afterwards, he tipped his head backwards and poured the alcoholic substance down his throat, all but missing his mouth.
He dropped the cup and gave a delirious grin before straightening himself back up and shaking his body loosely as if he was trying to warm himself up for something. Criofan closed his eyes and began to notice the noises all around him. People's voices sounded like pianos and the steady pounding of the drum sounded like a marching rhythm. Marching? He liked marching.
If he was in a normal mood, Criofan wouldn't have suddenly turned around and saluted the first Pae he saw in a mocking manner before sloppily marching forward, lifting his legs all too high to get the mission accomplished. However, he was quite clearly drunk, and marching with no specific purpose seemed like a good idea.
The leprechaun randomly stopped and nearly fell on his rump when he neared a bunch of Pae'il. He snickered lightly. This was a good time to play a trick. They'd never see it coming! He was a leprechaun, a sneaky little ... mite. He crackled his knuckles in preparation and attempted to steady himself as he tried to catch who would be most interesting to go play a trick on.
... That black and red stripey one looked weird. She was like a bloody zebra, 'cause she was black and red like blood. Her parents must've been crazy people. Why would zebras want a bloodied kid? Criofan shook his head, only making himself whoozy and dizzy, before he quickly straightened up and started a drunken saunter in the woman's direction.Amapola had never had anything with a drop of alcohol in it before, but she was finding it much to her liking. It tasted like...red, she realized with wide eyes. "I can taste colors!" she whispered to herself. She giggled and took another deep sip from her cup.
Smiling and nibbling on the rim of the plastic cup, she looked around for Elizabeth. She'd like this punch, it's very good. And it makes you taste colors, too! Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she'd take Amapola away from the fun party and put her to bed like she did when they were children. Amapola frowned and decided to move away from the punch bowl incase Lizzie comes over. But before she did, she grabbed another cupful. Incase she got thirsty, or something.
There, there's a table. She stumbled over to the wooden picnic table and sat heavily, setting her cup down as gently as possible, taking care not to slosh any of the precious liquid overboard. She giggled to herself again, and that was when she noticed a very pretty yellow Pae heading her way. He was walking really funny, maybe he was drunk. "Wait, am I drunk?" she whispered to herself. "No...I can't be! I've only had one glass! Only half of a glass!" Of course, she'd refilled that half-glass a few times, but surely a half-glass is a half-glass.
Amapola put on her best pretty smile when the handsome Pae arrived. "Hi," she said coyly, batting her eyelashes. "Want to sit down?" He was a Fae Pae, she thought. She'd never met one before. Fae Pae. She giggled at the little rhyme in her head and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She batted her eyelashes again, for effect.Criofan's sloppy attempt at a seductive saunter suddenly stopped when he arrived in front of the girl who looked like blood and red and zebra and was that a floating circle above her head? He wondered if he could touch it. Completely ignoring her suggestion to sit--it was like he had never even heard it in the first place--the fae reached forward and attempted to grab the blood zebra's halo in his glowbright hands.
Shiny... He had to have it. Criofan fumbled and missed the halo, lightly tapping the blood-zebra's shoulder instead. It was trying to run away from him. How dare it! It was a shiny object and he had to have it so he could add it to his horde of shiny stuff. The 'fae pae' squinted his eyes to focus on the halo daringly before pushing his hand forward to catch it from its little floating home; succeeding this time.
The ring was his now! His eyes sparkled like the treasure he had captured before he tried to yank it towards him. AHA! It would be his now--OW! The shiny ring suddenly snapped back onto the top of the zebra's head, yanking Criofan's hand along with it. That hurt his wrist. His wrist hurt. Oww. Criofan let go--something he would have never done in normal circumstances--and instead attempted to tend for his now hurting wrist.
The leprechaun plopped down where the blood-zebra had suggested, not realizing at all that she had suggested it in the first place. Why was it making cracking noises? That was silly. Was he falling apart? He'd need to pick up the pieces! Nah, he had crazy glue in his horde. He would be fine. Was the blood-zebra talking to him? It looked like her head was flapping. The world around her was swirling too...
...Round and round and round and round and round and round and round...
Criofan became a little dizzy, and fell forward in his seat. But in this position, he could feel the rhythm of the music. He felt the steady pound of the drums again. The marching drum. He loved marches. The leprechaun fae, just as suddenly as he had fallened foward, sat himself right back up, turned towards the blood zebra, and saluted sloppily with a bad attempt at a charming grin. "Major Criofan O'Kane, reporting for drinks."Amapola smiled at him when he was playing with her halo. She enjoyed the attention. There was a slight pulling sensation as he'd tried to pull it away altogether, and she made a squeaking noise of protest. Then, like a rubberband, the halo snapped back to its original position, rocketing Criofan into her lap--and spilling her drink all over her. She gasped at the cold and stood up, the fruity red liquid dripping off of her.
"You!" she exclaimed, preparing to be soberingly angry. But then he shot her that gorgeous smile, and she melted back into her seat. "Owe me another drink, mebbe?" She wiggled the now-empty cup in his direction. "It is really really good, innit?" she agreed, grinning like an idiot. He'd completely captivated her.Why was she wagging her cup at him? It was going back and forth like a palindrome, a metronome, captivating his attention like she was a hypnotist and he had volunteered for the trick. He yawned a little and attempted to stretch because the movement was lulling him into a sleepy position and his mind was processing everything so slowly.
He couldn't fall asleep. He had to have more of that liquid first. To get the blood zebra to stop her nasty trick, Criofan reached forward and took the glass from her. There. Now she couldn't perform voodoo magics on him. The grin he wore looked more victorious this time, albeit lazily victorious.
The leprechaun fae lifted the cup closer to his face to look at the dastardly instrument she was using to put him in a daze, only to find that it was just another plastic cup. His grin grew wider. It was a gift! He could have more drink now. Without even acknowledging her in any way, Criofan walked off to go get himself another glass.
When he arrived at the punch table, he once again had to wrestle with it before he managed to pick up the ladle and pour himself some. Then, he dumped it down his throat like he was dumping bad water down a sink, before grabbing another glass full. ...Aww, what a sad empty cup. He should fill two glasses, and give one to the blood zebra for giving him a gift. "That sounds like a ver' good idea! O'course Ah though' o' it, Ah'm the lucky one after all..."
And so, he returned to the blood zebra with two cups that he miraculously managed not to spill admist his ridiculous marching. After one was set in front of her, Criofan plopped back down and nearly gulped down his glass."Thaaaank you," said Amapola when he returned. "D'you think there's al-alk-alkee...d'you think we're drunk?" she asked, eyeing the lightish red drink. She hiccupped a little. "B'cause I don't feel a thing!" She drank deeply from her red plastic cup and leaned back against the table.
"You know, you're very pretty," she continued airily. "Like sunshine." Color seemed to radiate from her new friend. They were friends, weren't they? She felt as if she'd known him for years. Like they'd grown up together. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, her burnt red hair swishing down and covering his arm like a curtain. "I like you."Drunk? Why yes, Criofan had already drunk his glass of punch. He squinted his eyes and glared at it, though with his current state he didn't seem to be doing a very good job of showing the empty plastic cup his hate. Eventually, he gave up and shamelessly tossed the glass over his shoulder, hitting some poor nymph chap in the back with it before it fell unceremoniously into the sands.
Sunshine? No, the sun was down. Least, he thought it was. The fae jerked his head up quickly to look for the moon, only to make himself incredibly dizzy. Criofan wobbled back and forth, only to slump forward towards Amapola as Amapola decided it was time to rest on him.
Her head would end up on his upper back rather than his shoulder, and it frustrated Criofan. Why did he have a bowling ball on his back? He couldn't sit up. So, lazily, Criofan attempted to reposition the bowling ball on his shoulder so he could carry it--something that would take several attempts on his own, and sat back up straight.
"Mmph?" "I like you," he managed to catch from the blood-zebra. Her mane was falling on his shoulders and it kind of tickled. He liked the blood-zebra's mane. It felt nice. Her zebra parents must've had good hair, 'cause she had good hair too. Nice thick hair. It was curly, too, like a poodle. Before long, Criofan's hands were in her hair, playing with it like her hair was some fancinating new gadget that he just had to get his hands all over.
"Ya' hair's pretty. Ah like it... It ain't all bloody like da' rest of ya'."His hands were in her hair, she realized with a bit of a start. For some reason it sent a tingling feeling all the way down her spine. She bit her lip and smiled at him. "Fanks..." she slurred, giggling. She found herself leaning closer to him, aching for him to play with her hair more. And suddenly his face was very close to hers.
Amapola wrinkled her nose and giggled again. She did that a lot. "You got really big," she said, her breath sweet and warm from the drink. Suddenly, she leaned forward more and placed a small kiss on his lips, then leaned back woozily and covered her mouth with her hands, blushing. "I like you a lot," she said, reiterating what she'd said before. "You're the han...hansom...you're the best lookin' man I've ever met!"Her breath smelled kinda bad. It was almost like vinegar stink breath. Criofan cupped his mouth and nose to check his own breath, before scrunching his nose. That smell was almost bad enough to make him sober again! The leprechaun dropped his hand from his mouth just as the drunken angel slumped right into him, pressing her lips on his all too much.
Argh the blood zebra wanted to eat his lips?! But he liked them! They were shiiiiiiny, and they were helping to hide his serious case of stink breath 'cause he could keep his mouth closed. Of course, then she said she liked him. Hm, maybe she wasn't trying to make herself breakfast with his lips? Or dinner, whatever time it was again. Criofan jerked his head upwards to check, and nearly fell backwards in the process... only recovering because there was another Pae'il right behind him.
He liked being the best lookin', too. That meant he was kissable. Of course he was, he was a glowing leprechaun. Like anyone could stop him. He had a horde. A horde of all sorts of stuff that this blood zebra wouldn't believe! Criofan gave another sloppily charming grin before wrapping an arm around the red and black thing with the shiny circle floating above her head.
"Yeah, ya' kinda' cool, for a blood zebra," offered Criofan, with a wink that took far too much effort."He he he," laughed Amapola slowly. "Kinda cool? D'zat mean you like me too?" she asked with a note of girlish hopefulness. She batted her eyelashes with her best cute look. The effect was more manic than anything, but that's because of the drink of course.
Amapola wondered what would happen if he said no. She began to tear up just thinking about it. She isn't a bad sort, no! Sure, she has her foolish moments but all in all she's really a very nice and caring sort of person. She wished he would say yes, that he liked her too, or maybe tell her she was pretty. She'd never been told she was pretty. It's always Elizabeth that gets the praise. "I'm perty, right?" she asked suddenly. She looked intensely at him, waiting for his answer like her world depended on it.Why were the blood zebra's eyes watering? Maybe that was how she bled. All of her blood was already spread all over her zebra skin, after all. Clear blood was weird. She must've been an alien. An alien who wanted to know if she was 'perty,' that was. Was that an alien language, too? He had never met an alien Pae'il before. Alien Pae'il were weird.
"Yeah, ya perty." He wasn't sure what he had just told her, but that was what she wanted to hear, right? The drunken leprechaun suddenly laughed heartily at this whole experience, before zooming in real close to the blood zebra's face, breathing his warm, vinegar stink breath right in her face. "Very perty. Ah like how ya eyes are all visual."
That made hardly any sense, but the leprechaun didn't seem to be aware of it. If anything, he felt accomplished from giving such a great compliment. He lifted a glowbright arm to sloppily pat himself on the back before all but flopping the arm on the bloody one's shoulder. He pet it carefully as if she was a kitten.
Then, he offered, "Ah could eat ya lips." Since that was what the blood zebra was trying to do to him before, that was what she wanted to hear, right? That he wanted to chomp on her lips. They were pretty and red, though. Kinda' kissable, maybe.Amapola blushed, though behind her red skin and cheeks already flushed from the alcohol, one could hardly tell. "Ya mean it?" she asked. "Ya really think I'm perty? Oh, I could just kiss you!" she exclaimed. And that's exactly what she did.
"I think I love you," she said with a nod.Good, he had said it right. The alien blood-zebra wasn't offended by his statements and was so happy that she was chomping on his lips again. Of course, he wasn't complaining. The lip chomping was kinda' nice, in a way. He liked it, though he wasn't sure why. An alien blood-zebra should've been way more terrifying than she was, right? 'cause she was from outer space, and outer space was weird and unknown and not full of beautiful shiny things.
Well, stars were pretty shiny. Maybe he could collect stars and stick them in his horde. They would make the place as glowbright as he was, especially if they were distant stars. Distant stars made everything look more peaceful and regal, and his horde needed to look regal. Maybe he should start with collecting the alien blood-zebra's glow circle. That was like a star.
...For a brief moment, Criofan had a lucid feeling of deja vu. Though, just as quickly, he forgot what he was doing to cause the deja vu, and went back to focusing his weary, lidded eyes on the woman in front of him.
"Hm?" Did she say something? It looked like she was flapping her gums at him. Maybe she had lip problems. Once again, the leprechaun zoned in on her face, but this time, he lifted two fingers to place on her lips and move around. It would have been romantic if he didn't seem like he was trying to perform some kind of amateur science experiment...Of course, Amapola was drunk too, so the touches seemed like the most romantic thing anyone had ever done. Though, she was awfully inexperienced in the ways of men and women, so it may very well have been the most romantic thing, for her.
She giggled and grabbed Criofan's hand. "C'mon! There's too many people around. Le'z go where it's quieter." She tugged at his arm, pulling him away from the party. "I know just the place!" She led him to...her house. Great creative thinking, there. "Lizzie an' Kieran're at the party, won't be home for a while yet. Just me...and you..." she giggled again and bounced on her toes a little.Les? He wasn't a lesbian. At least, he didn't think so. Criofan glanced down to double-check that he was still a male while the alien blood-zebra was trying to yank him away from his seat. Having little balance control at the moment, he shortly toppled out of the stool and into the sands below him.
The leprechaun began to uncontrollably snicker to himself, glancing up at the chair and then down at the sand. "How di' Ah get here?!" He asked himself loudly, snickering more as he began to get dragged off the beach and towards some other place. It would be a little while before he noticed they were leaving the sandy location, but when he did, he blinked and whipped his head around quickly.
Oh no, she must've been taking him to her spaceship! He didn't want to be experimented on! Was perty a thing that meant probing?!? Suddenly panicked, the fae jumped to his feet and went to run away as fast he could...
...only to run face-first into a door to a house.
...Oh.
"Dis ya place?" asked the drunken leprechaun, spinning around to grin at her from ear to ear. "It's in a good place. Nice 'n' close. You got shinies? Ah like shinies. Like that halo a' yours." It seemed that face-plant only made him more goofy.Amapola giggled and opened the door for him. "My halo? What's so special about it?" she wondered aloud. She went inside and motioned for him to follow. "It's nice and cool in here," she said. She'd noticed on the way over how incredibly warm it had gotten.
She took his hand again. His skin was warm and soft and so bright against hers. She tugged him over to their couch and plops down. "We can talk about or do anything we want here!" she said, opening her arms expansively for emphasis.The glow circle halo was a shiny that he didn't get to put in his collection yet. He needed it. He wanted it so badly that his stomach ached a little, or maybe that was all the liquid sloshing around in it. Criofan lurched forward in an attempt to grab her glow circle, but the unaware alien blood-zebra meanie strolled in without him, causing him to stumble forward and promptly trip over thin air.
Flat on the floor Criofan went, getting a face full of rug. Then, he started laughing again, pushing himself on the ground like a slug while he found some kind of thing to grip onto. Shakily, he grabbed the first shiny thing he saw and used it to claw himself up from the ground that was going to eat his legs if he didn't hurry.
When he managed to get himself up, the alien blood-zebra walked over to another sitting thing and sat on it before opening her arms really wide like she was surrendering or something. Ha! So he was the victor! He could get that glow circle off from her head after all! Eyes on the prize, Criofan pounced at the couch like a tiger, arms reaching forward to grab onto that glow circle once again.
Instead, he just ended up tackling the bloody zebra, but whatever worked was fine with him. Now how to get that thing off without her noticing and using her super alien powers to zap the circle back?! Maybe he could chomp on her red lips. The leprechaun sloppily pressed his lips against hers while making vague attempts to grab at her halo.Amapola laughed as he tackled her. Her glowing companion was even more forward than she'd thought! "Hey, that's my--!" she began to say, but was cut off with a messy, lasting kiss.
Oh...
At first she wasn't so sure about this, but when he didn't pull back Amapola instinctively wrapped her arms about him in a gentle hug. Her fingers pressed into his skin as she realized that the position she'd gotten herself into wasn't at all uncomfortable. Pleasant, even.
Very pleasant.What began as a mission to take her glow circle for himself seemed to mutate very quickly with the shifting alien he had tackled down. She was yanking him close and digging those blood fingers into his back. That felt funny. It tickled. The leprechaun laughed briefly, but narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips back against hers, keeping his eyes on the prize.
Of course, this wasn't so bad either.
Maybe the glow circle could wait for a little while.
The faerie put both of his hands on her cheeks instead and pushed them together in an odd attempt to be romantic... but instead probably causing her to become a puckerfish. Puckering up his own lips in a ridiculous manner, he pressed his lips up against hers again.
...Yeah, the glow circle could wait.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 11:49 am
(Through Messenger)   A blue spotted demon sat at a table. He had quite a few empty cups sat out in front of him. He didn’t know why, but the punch was AMAZING!
Cutter hiccupped and looked around the room. He wanted some company and he saw a pretty angel sitting alone as well. He got up and not so gracefully walked to her table.
"Hi, do you have a quarter?" He didn't wait for an answer, "My Mom said if I
found an angel to call her." He laughed to himself and sat down, having no idea he had mixed up his pick-up lines. Elizabeth stares into her cup. She'd just had a full glass a moment ago...She jumps a little and looks up as the blue demon sits next to her. "An angel?" She looks around. "There's more angels here'n just me," she says, voice dusky from the alcohol. Cutter looked around his head got a bit dizzy and then laughed a bit too loud. "Yeah, but you're the prettisht." He slurred the end of his words and not-so-subtly-placed his arm around her shoulder. Elizabeth hiccups gently. "What a nice thing to say," she says earnestly. "You're a sweet one." She looks into her empty cup once more. "I'll even let you get me ano'er drink." She offers him her empty cup with a goofy smile. Cutter's face broke into a sloppy grin, "Sure thing, pretty girl." He got up and walked over to the punch bowl. He dipped in the ladle and got out two more cups. He made his way back to her and sat down. He sighed relief as he balance had stayed in tact for the whole procedure. "Cheersh!" "Thanks," says Elizabeth, drinking deeply from the red plastic cup. "Mmm..." she says in appreciation for the sweet punch. It comes out almost as a giggle. "Cheer zindeed..." she agrees."Welcome." He said and downed the whole cup of punch. Then let out a burp. "Cuse me." He said as he wrap his arm around her once more. "I'm Cutter." He thought maybe the girl would want to know who was being so nice to her. "I'm 'Lizabeth," she says, almost leaning into this charming individual. Cutter. It's a nice name. She smiles prettily up at him, feeling like the prettiest girl there."Pretty name to match an even beautifuler angel." He didn't realize the word he used was wrong as he felt her smiling at him. Then because the punch had gotten rid of all inhibitions he reached forward and planted a kiss on her lips, a sloppy one at that.Elizabeth really isn't sure whether to be offended or flattered. She takes a step back, startled. Her head feels so cloudy. She takes another drink of the icy punch to clear her thoughts. Cutter frowned at her and then shrugged. He was too tipsy to care if she put him off. He took another drink himself. "Wanna dansh?" He wasn't sure if he was even capable of such a thing, but he thought it was a good excuse to be near her.Elizabeth looks down at her glass. She isn't much good at dancing, that was always Amapola's thing. She tips back the rest of her glass. What the hell, why not. "Sure," she agrees, setting her empty glass on the table. She offers her hand to him. Cutter's sloppy smile widened. He took her hand and led her too the dance floor, not tripping once. It happened to be a slow song so he pulled her near and started to sway. He hoped that neither of them lost balance while dancing, but then that could be pretty funny!Elizabeth holds tightly to Cutter, hoping not to lose her balance. How embarassing would that be? She only steps on his toes a couple times, each time murmuring a small "Sorry," and biting her lower lip. She looks down at their feet and then back up at him, pushing a strand of black hair from her face. Cutter smiled and didn't even notice the toe-stepping. "You are a wonderful, dansher." She really wasn't, but he had no idea in his state. He wanted to kiss her again, but this time restrained himself."You mean it?" asks Elizabeth. She sort of melts at the compliment and her face splits in a wide smile. She drops a kiss on his cheek and then giggles a little. "Of course." He smiled and blushed at the kiss. He then tried to twirl her, which did not really work. He twirled, got dizzy and then fell to the ground with her on top of him. "Whoopsie!"Elizabeth giggles. "Here, I'll help you up." She tries to get up off him and winds up falling back on him again. She laughs. "Oops!"Cutter laughed and looked up at the beautiful angel lying on top of him. "I don't think I need to go anywhere anyway." His cheeks were flushed from the punch and the situation, he just wrapped his arms around her with a smile.Elizabeth smiles. He's actually quite pleasant. Warm and soft and strong like a man should be, right? "Want to get off the dance floor and go somewhere else?" she asks with a twinkling smile. His smiled widened even more. "Oh, yes. That soundsh wonderful." He slowly stood up and grabbed her arm. "Let's go." This had been a most interesting evening for sure!
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 12:21 am
{{Through PMs}}   Rain had gotten himself a few too many drinks of punch as he sat...well tried to sit on a chair but fell onto his butt. The angel looked up as he chuckled and saw the girl he had been falling for...right after he fell. That must have been a sign.
Rain tried his best to stand up and walk over to her. "Hullo, Rosie! Have you tried the punsh? Ish good." He said.Rosie giggled as she filled her cup up a fourth? Fifth time? She couldn't remember. Trying to count on her fingers, she giggled harder as they blurred in and out of focus. A blue blob out of the corner of her eyes caught her attention and she turned, sloshing most of the drink out of her cup. "Rain!" she exclaimed. Nodding she added "Uh huh! I've had this many!" she held up a random numbers of fingers and then starting giggling madly, looking at her fingers in confusion. Why was she holding up her fingers again?
Rosie moved to step closer to him but losing her balance and stumbling, fell into him. She sighed as she laid her head on his chest. "Mmm, yous smell goods." she murmured drunkenly, her long eyes lashes fluttered against his neck sensuously.
"Pulling away from his chest as an idea struck she asked "Hey! Hey! You you wanna play a game? Let's play truth or dare ok? Ok? My turn!" She looked around the parting giggling. " I dare you to to to go up to any girl and kiss her. Any kiss. " She hiccuped. "I mean girl." Rain chuckled as he watched Rosie. She looked to pretty. Not any prettier then normal...he had always found her pretty. Still, he felt had had more confidence with today. Was it the punch or was he just becoming brave?
Once she landed on him he put his arm around her. "That sounds fun." He agreed to the game. Rain liked playing games with Rosie or doing anything with her really.
Rain was surprised by what she had dared. "Otay, I can girl a kiss." He then sat up still with his arm around her shoulder. The angel scanned the place for someone to kiss but non looked at nice as Rosie. "You say any girl? Otay." He then leaned in to kiss her.Rosie's eyes widened in surprise as their lips connected, her heart fluttering wildly inside her chest. Ooh this was nice. After a few moments she pulled away, giggling again. "Thas not what I meant swilly!" 'Oh, but what the hell it felt nice' she thought and it wasn't like she hadn't been wanting to kiss him. Giggling harder she threw her glass down, flung herself up close against him, arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately. Rain chuckled at her comment. "Ah, there wazzent anyone else I'd want to..." before he could finished Rosie was in his arms kissing him this time. He hadn't even gotten a truth or dare for her yet. Ah, well maybe his would have been kissing him too.
Rain enjoyed the kiss. He too had wanted to kiss her for a long time. This punch stuff really showed what was inside that he had a hard time showing normally.
Eventually Rain was able to break free of the kiss. He smiled at her with goofy drunk smile. "How about another kiss for a dare...or how about I dare you to go to the beach wiff me lonely. I mean by yourself...no...wiff me."
"Wiff you?" Rosie giggled uncontrollably. "Otay. I fink I need mor funch afore we go." She wobbled over to the refreshment table and attempted to fill a new glass up, most of it spilling and falling back into the bowl. "Weady!" Giggling again, she stumbled back to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the forest unsteadily.
Rain couldn't help laughing as Rosie got more to drink. He then followed her lead as it was her dare to do. "Whaff dare for me?" He asked as he was ready to take it on. He even showed that he was with a nice stance, but the stance was broken and he fell over slightly.
Rosie thought for a moment, giggled. "I fare joo to...." she rose up unsteadily on her tiptoes, grabbing hold of this chest to steady herself, and whispered the rest into his ear.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:13 am
((through pms))   That spiked punch. You said you were only going to take a sip or two. Maybe three. Or maybe you had wanted this to happen. Perhaps you had wanted to drink all of that alcoholic punch? Either way, it doesn't particularly matter now. You're drunk. Your world is swirling and words are spilling out of your mouth like water falls down the great Mereth Falls. Perhaps you can't keep your balance or you're simply more inclined to do things that you would never do before.
...But if there's one thing for certain, it's that you're highly interested in that other Pae'il over there. Perhaps you should go talk to them. They seem as blissful as you are. Only more luau fun can come from this... right? Apollo had drunk the punch...a lot of punch. Why? Well, it really tasted good and for some reason he had a lot of trouble stopping. Still, it was really good.
Apollo saw that his love was there. Wow did she look pretty. Maybe more then normal...or not. He did really love the way she looked no matter what. The fae stumbled over and smiled. "Hullo pretty lady.Apollo was not the only one to have tasted the sweet nector of punch. The day pae lounged on a rock with her sister, a cup in hand as she sipped from it. "Hey...hey nigh nigh! I...I feel like that one night. You know, that one night?" The midnight pae shook her head, sighing. Her sister had gotten drunk again. "Yes day. And I told you to stay away from it because of that reason." "But...but its so...sweeeeeeeettt...mmm." She grinned, pale eyes sparkling. "Why...hello there stranger." She giggled brightly. "Just when I thought the night couldn't get better." The female rolled her eyes. "Thank the goddess. Apollo, you take over babysitting. Make sure she gets home alright, okay?" She hopped off the rock. The blubbering male was probably twice as smashed as her sibling, but at least she didn't have to watch the both of them be drunks.Apollo nodded to Niday and tried his best at bowing to her. Mostly he just tripped over his feet and hit himself in the face with his hands.
Apollo held out his hand to Dayht. "Okay, less go homman and go home." He chuckled. He seemed to glow a bit brighter. Must have been the nice warm punch was warming him up and making him glow."Night you two." With that, she walked off. She'd check in the morning of course to see if Dayht got home alright, but for now...she wanted away from this party. Too many guys were eying her for her liking. She laughed brilliantly, clapping her hands. "Oh dear! Someones a wee-bit happy headed too!" Oh she knew she was drunk. Again. From spiked punch. Again. But oddly, she didn't care. She slipped her hand into apollos before slipping off the rock. "Take me home my handsome firefly. I wanna snuggle with you all night." heart Apollo chuckled. "Ya no wha? I wanna do the same thing." He chuckled as he walked towards the lighthouse that was there home. They male was glad that it lit their way. He wasn't sure he would find it otherwise. Apollo's vision was getting blurry and he stumbled quite a bit. "Wat a fun party!"She followed beside him, offering her support whenever the male stumbled. He obviously had drunken more punch then she. "Aye!" She giggled brightly, nuzzling his neck. "I had a bunch of fun. Nigh nigh god hhhhiiiiittt on! So did I but I said no to everyone cause I have a handsome firefly. Yup." It was so nice out tonight. Maybe if she asked, he would kiss her unlike the last time she got drunk. But if she was rejected again... "I love you firefly~""Really? They mush havea desh wish." Apollo said of the idea of hitting Niday. Sure she was pretty, but she didn't' seem like that type that was approachable...she was scary and in this state more scary to him then normal.
Apollo huggled Dahyt as she commented to him. "I loves you too. Alwash and forevah!" He was drunk, but that didn't make what he said a lie oh no it was true and he would always.She giggled, nodding like a bobble head. "Always and always and always." The female laced their fingers as they approached their house, pleased and punch. "Huuuunnnyy...marry me." She was dead serious. If she had not taken the drink, she would have thought herself insane, but at that moment, it made so much sense. She loved him, he loved her...they just HAD to get married!"Hey, ishin't the guy posed to say that? Yesh, I think so...so yesh marry me Dayht!" He then stumbled to his one knee and giggled as he looked up at her. She looked pretty from all angles even this one. That was a funny thought to him. "Lesh doit now!"She laughed brightly, nodding. "YES! I will marry you firefly!" It seemed like the grandest idea ever. She dropped down to a crouch so she could throw her arms around him, grinning like a loon. "To the city!"Apollo stood up and took his soon-to-be bride by the hands and lead her towards the City.
Once in the city Apollo found a little open all night Vegas style chapel and the two did the classic drunk wedding. Only minus the Elvis impersonator.
Apollo then flew her home as best he could drunk and carrying like a husband is meant to, to their Lighthouse and...
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:49 am
  Sweet, delicious alcohol. Magnus loved the stuff, worshipped the stuff. He often carried a flask of it around just for the sake of having a supply near him all the time. The amount of alcohol he consumed could be a little terrifying to anyone who seriously watched him. Oddly enough, though, he never seemed to get drunk. Never ever get drunk. He couldn't get drunk. No way. No how. He was the king of alcohol.
The fae of intoxication looked at yet another empty glass and smirked at it. "Can't defeat me, ya silly cup." He kissed the rim with wet lips before sloppily jerking it forward and slamming it on top of the pirates' barrel of rum to prove that it was totally empty. The faerie pushed his face in really close to the cup to watch it, to make sure there wasn't a single drip attempting to escape.
...Ha. Check... and something. Magnus looked back up, just barely stopping himself from falling right over in the process. "Ya'... ya' demon." The faerie jerked his arm forward and pointed sloppily at the feral blue demon that he had so obviously defeated. "I'm the one with the steel livah 'round here." With a firm nod, Magnus slapped a hand on his gut.
That just made him a little ill, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, Magnus swiped up another cup and smashed his fist into the wooden barrel a couple of times, giving himself a splinter or two, until he remembered how to get the alcohol out. Then, it flowed freely into his cup, which Magnus grinned widely at.
"Ya can't beat me. I've got the powah. Powah of... winningness." Magnus raised his glass to the sky as if honoring some sort of god with his festivities before tipping it to his mouth and tilting his head back, letting the alcohol pour freely into his throat.A snarl and a clattering cup skidding off the barrel top answered the fae's declaration of victory. "Nah so fast, you!" Kane sneered at the gloating fae, competitive spirit burning hot...despite the amount of alcohol he'd poured into himself by this point. The pair had started at the punchbowl earlier, then decided that the fruity drink, while decent, was far too tame for their tastes. They'd moved on to the pirate rum and that's when the competition had heated up.
Perhaps if Kane had realized Magnus was the fae of intoxication and some of what that entailed, he'd have had second thoughts about taking him on in a drinking competition. Then again, probably not.
"Yer only one ahead me! Ain't won yet!" Kane made a grab at another glass, growling at it slipped from his hands and tumbled after the first into the sand. "Dam you, cup!" he shouted at the offending container, nearly falling over as he leaned down to berate it. "Ge' back here and lemme' drink!"
Finally managing to get a hold on the elusive device, Kane paid no mind to the sand coating the sides as he rushed to refill it. The cursed fae was gaining on him! "Yer win...winningingness pow'r...er...sucks!"
That's when he realized the cold, wet sensation on his hand was the alcohol running out of the barrel and missing the cup completely. Growling, the demon rushed to save the precious alcohol, nearly knocking over the barrel in the process when he lost his balance and toppled into it.Magnus sucked the rum out of the cup like a vacuum, loud noises and all. There couldn't be a solitary drop left in there, and he made sure of it. When he was sure he had sucked everything out of there, he stuffed his nose into the cup to take a large whiff of the dizzying substance. The fae visibly shuddered, before smashing this cup down next to his large line of cups on the barrel.
The challenger leaned diagonally towards Kane, flat as a board and hardly managing to stay up. "I... think ya have... the powah to loseeeee." The fae's grin was all too wide and insane, before he rocked back onto the balls of his feet just a little too far, leaning diagonally the opposite direction in the process.
And on his butt he went. But no matter! Magnus got on his hands and knees and snatched another unused cup from his collection before clawing his way back to the top of the barrel. He was going mountain climbing today. "'cause I'm two ahead of ya now, ya see." Magnus cut off Kane's flow of alcohol for a few moments to fill up his own cup before swirling away from the barrel.
The world was spinning, but that was just the way Magnus liked his world. Spinny. Like a top. Of psychedelic colors. And lots and lots of floating heads. And ponies. The faerie looked down at his glass before raising it up to the sky again. "FOR PONY!" declared the mildly less than sane one, before tipping his head a full ninety degrees and opening his mouth up wide like he was at the dentist.
The alcohol came pouring quickly, and oh how it burned so pleasantly. There was no way he was going to let that silly tiger demon feel more of the pleasant burn than him. This was his game on his playing field in his house with his winningness powah of pony.The hazy-visioned demon attempted to swat the fae out of his path to the alcohol, but only managed to smack his hand against the barrel. Hissing and shaking his hand in the air, Kane bared his fangs before simply throwing the cup at Magnus. Poorly aimed of course.
"Ur a cheat'r! With the pow'r of...ugly!" he snapped irritably, barely looking at the fae as the demon suddenly had a brilliant idea. He'd stop the cheater by going straight to the source. Obviously, Magnus had done something to the cups to change the count, probably stole some of Kane's cups. So, forget the cups! Instead of filling another glass, he laid his head down beneath the spout and opened his mouth, letting the alcohol pour straight down his throat. The burning liquid, so hot and so cold at once, served as a wonderful distraction. Kane never pondered how he was supposed to keep count now without cups.
Ever since they'd started pouring drinks down their throats, especially that weird sweet punch, Kane'd felt a bit...strange. He'd initially chalked it up to the first good strong drink in a long time. The warmth and the haze certainly felt familiar in that sense. Still, something felt different about this drinking session. Yes, he was competitive by nature, but was there something in the drinks themselves that was driving him to pour more and more alcohol down his throat in this crazy competition with Magnus?
Oh, wait...alcohol flowing faster than the demon could drink. Coughing and sputtering, Kane tried to pull himself out of the path of the falling liquid, but only managed to get drenched in the stuff. Cursed booze from the sky trying to drown him! He rolled to the side instead, managing to escape the downspout of doom. He shook off some of the alcohol...then fell over on his side in the process. When he looked up through dripping silver locks, his icy blue eyes were both unfocused and yet...heated...as he sought out the fae.
"Ev'n 'gain, pritty boy! Now whatcha' gonna' do, huh? Loooooooose?!?"Magnus kept right on drinking as the cup flew right by his head, leaving a few drops of alcohol on the fae's shoulders. The intoxication fae lowered his glass--when it was empty, of course--and glanced to his shoulder. Well, he couldn't have that. He turned his head and licked his shoulder lightly with his tongue in an attempt to get all the alcohol off. He couldn't let a single drop go to waste if he was going to use his winningness powah of pony to its full ability.
Sweet, delicious alcohol. With a groan, Magnus stumbled back over to the barrel and smashed yet another cup of his. When he reached to pick up another, though, he noticed Kane was having an alcohol bath. How dare he! That was his alcohol in his game in his playing field in... Magnus lost his train of thought as he leapt forward with a piercing scream in an attempt to tackle Kane down to get him out of the alcohol.
Unfortunately, he missed completely and ended up face-first in the sands a few feet from his feral competitor. The fae shook his head rapidly in irritation, attempting to get the sands off from his face. His eyes were watering from the burn of the sand in them, but he didn't notice as he blindly made his way back towards where the delightful smell was coming from. When alcohol began to drip onto his hand, he knew he had the right place and thrust the cup he had refused to let go of forward to catch the bone-chilling liquid.
No stupid feral demon was gonna beat him at his own game. He didn't know what he was messing with. Drunkenness was Magnus' life. An' he thought he could win?! Baloney, that's what it was. A buncha' baloney. Still, a sobering thought made him wonder why Kane hadn't given up yet... His thoughts snapped back to alcohol as soon as he began to realize that his cup was overflowing and it was beginning to drip on his hand.
Magnus pulled away from the everflowing tap and immediately started to down the glass, forgetting to swallow and nearly sputtering in the process. Yet, it still wasn't fast enough! He reached up sloppily and began to smack the cup multiple times to get some more alcohol out of it at a faster rate. While it worked, the fae of intoxication even had to cough harshly and lower his glass.
That was when the stupid demon's mockings finally registered in his brain. He laughed mockingly, admittedly in a way that would have sounded much more mocking if he wasn't so hazy. "Pluh-eezes! Ya' just took a bath while I drunk this!" He lifted his quarter-full glass with a cackle. "I'm still ahead of ya', ya loooooser. I've got the winningness powah of pony, after all. And... hedon. Yeah, hedon."Ears still ringing slightly from the fae's earlier shriek, Kane slurred in annoyance, "Ya' sound like a frickin' screech...uh...o...ow...err, bird, ya' pansy!" Lying sprawled in the sand, still dripping alcohol from his earlier bath, the demonic feline felt his attention shifting. The alcohol itself seemed less important now. All that mattered was Magnus. He was gonna' show that cheater fae who was boss 'round here. He didn't need to count cups and s**t to do it either.
His coordination and balance were shot, as demonstrated earlier, however, the brightly-colored adult fae was a hell of a target. Hard to miss, even when plastered. Not to mention that Kane's vision seemed fixated on him, everything else in the vicinity seemed to fade away, unimportant and therefore irrelevant. He felt warm and hazy, but that was likely due to the rush of alcohol racing through his system as well as the heat of competition. Right?
Kane growled, scrambling in the sands to get his hands and feet beneath him, still far from stable. Either way, he made a mad leap, arms outstretched towards the mocking fae. Far less graceful than his usual pounces, and much more awkward and flailing, but neither of them seemed to be all that coordinated at this point."Hedon is a great powah, ya know. Sounds like a ela-ela-elamentament." The insults just kept coming, but with the more alcohol he poured down his throat, the less they made sense. The fae tipped his head back and once more finished his cup before slamming it down rather sloppily, almost missing the barrel entirely at this point. Then, he went about his business to grab another one.
...Thus, he completely missed the fact that Kane was vaguely attempting to threateningly leap in his direction. And while he was only awkwardly flailing in Magnus' general direction, he managed to pummel right into Magnus and knock him, once again, face-first into the sands. The new cup Magnus grabbed ended up crushed underneath the combined weight of Magnus and Kane, and Magnus snarled in a way that seemed more like a playful dog than an irritated wolf.
But when he flipped over to glare at Kane, he certainly looked irritated. Or, at least, he was trying to look irritated. Instead, his eyes looked glazed over and his attempt at a scowl was foiled by the fact that he couldn't keep focused. "Grr, ya brat." It was then that the intoxicated intoxication fae began to notice that he was no longer felt the same. Something felt wetter. Confused, the faerie took a long whiff of the air around them, only to shudder in delight at the smell.
But then, it dawned on him. Kane was wasting delicious precious alcohol! It must be saved! Determined to somehow save the alcohol, Magnus maneuvered out from underneath Kane with the assistance of the incredible slipperiness caused by Kane's rum bath. When he emerged victorious, he suddenly shot up on his feet to celebrate... only to fall backwards onto his rump.
"Stupid legs won't work," muttered Magnus in irritation with his legs, before he clawed his way over to the cups once again. This time, though, he didn't go straight to the tap. Instead, he started scraping the cup against his torso, as if that would somehow get all of the alcohol off and into his nice little cup.What the...? Darn slippery fae! Like a frog...or a fish! "Who you callin' 'brat', fishboy?!?" Because obviously that was going to make sense without the previous train of thought being voiced. He was going to say something about Magnus being a young whippersnapper and to watch his tone with his elders, but the demon got distracted by the fae's escape. Especially when it left him floundering alone in the sand again.
Without bothering to rise to his feet, Kane scrambled after Magnus on his hands and knees...somehow still managing to stagger and sway along the way. Something about the fae and this competition had his blood boiling. He didn't bother to think on it, especially since instinct was taking over. He had to win. Had to assert his dominance.
The two of them were covered at this point with about as much alcohol as they'd likely consumed. Slippery fish Pae could still be caught though! Just had to keep the slipperiness in mind. Keep 'em from squirming free. Like a fish, you had to get a good grip on them and don't let go.
Of course, the rest of his hunting skills were forgotten and Kane was resorting to pure hand-to-hand scuffling. Snarling, he made a grab at the fae...and missed completely. Whoops. Trying again, he grabbed at Magnus, aiming to wrestle the fae away from the cups and back into submission. "Ge' back e're, ya' pansy!"Did the wasteful demon man just call him a fishboy? Magnus looked over his shoulder and tilted his head almost a full ninety degrees in some sort of awkward display of curiosity. If he was a fishboy, Kane was totally a blueboy. He was blue, da ba dee da ba di. "You live in a blue house with a blue window!" retorted Magnus, before the scent of alcohol wafted into his nose again.
Oh right, gotta save the delicious burning alcohol. The fae went back to scraping his skin harshly with the cup, completely missing Kane's snarling and failure to 'capture' him. His torso felt drier, so Magnus decided that he had rescued some of the alcohol and moved the cup to his lips to take another loud sip as Kane threw another insult at him...
And knocked him right into the ground. Since his skin was already sticky from being exposed to Kane's alcohol bath, now sand was sticking to him too. When he turned around to face the annoying blueboy again, it looked like someone had literally taken Magnus and rolled him around in some sand in the way one would roll a corn-on-the-cob in butter.
Pansy?! Magnus snarled, before a brief pause. Then, a glint of deviousness replaced his scowl, and the fae remarked with a characteristic irritating smile, "Ya the pansy. Ya won't keep drinkin' and keep 'ttackin' me." He reached up with a sand-covered arm to stick his finger in Kane's ear."Tha' hell? I ain't got no damn house!" Did he? The forest wasn't a house...was it? Wasn't the last time Kane had been there! Had that changed? The fae was changing stuff while he had him stuck down here on this beach drinking! "Ya' leave mah forest 'lone, hear me?!?"
He perched on top of the downed fae, like a predator with defeated prey, looking victorious and proud of himself...for about three seconds 'til Magnus stuck his finger in Kane's ear. "...tha' f--?!?" The demon feline flailed at the intrusion, swatting repeatedly at Magnus before managing to catch his wrist. Despite being drunk, Kane still had a vice-like grip as he shoved Magnus' arm down to the sand. Then, as a second thought, he grabbed to do the same to the other hand before the fae had any bright ideas.
Rum dripping from the hair hanging in his eyes, Kane sneered and leaned down in the fae's face. He was hazy, unfocused, and his vision was swimming. "No...touchie."Magnus flung his second arm away from Kane, but he slapped it back into the sands anyway as Kane zoned in on Magnus' face. The fae glanced upwards as a drop of alcohol fell from Kane's matted down grey hair. Drip, drop. Drip, drop. The rum from Kane's rum bath fell onto Magnus' forehead, creating a puddle of alcohol that dripped down his head and into his own hair. The wetness bothered him, and he would have reached off to dry it off if Kane wasn't breathing in his face.
No touchie eh? He could touch whatever he damn wanted to! This was his playing field in his house with his pony hat. The fae lifted his arm back up, a move that took far more effort than it should have, and moved so he could stick his hand between their faces. Narrowing his eyes in an attempt at clearing the fog that was filling his head, Magnus pushed his index finger forward to smash it into Kane's nose.
The fae wiggled Kane's nose back and forth while shoving it upwards to make it appear like the man was a blueboy-piggyman hybrid. The smirk on his face grew, though in his current state, it didn't look very threatening. That'd show the stupid blueboy. "Now wha, hm? I'ma touchin' ya' noooose." It was at that moment that he intended to stuff his finger into Kane's nose.
Who said ya' couldn't pick ya' friend's nose?Kane's eyes crossed momentarily and he frowned deeply at the gesture. Hey, wait a minute... "Stop 'at! 'S my nose 'n not yours, dammit!" He reared back, swatting at the finger with his free hand. Swiiiiiiing and a miss.
Trying to focus his double vision...wait, eyes still crossed. Okay, that's better. Somewhat. Still hazy, he turned his attention back to Magnus' free arm, making a few grabs before making contact and trapping it against the sand like the first, using his full weight to keep the fae from escaping again.
The demon leaned in again, glaring and too far gone to notice the smell of alcohol was strong enough between the two of them to get any other Pae completely intoxicated off the scent alone. He spoke slowly, his nose almost touching Magnus'. "Ah sed...no...touchie. Got it? No. Touchie. Er else."Magnus went ahead and wiggled in finger in Kane's nostril as the feral blueboy just kept frowning at him. It was when he jerked away that the intoxicated fae started laughing uncontrollably as if he had just heard the best joke ever. While Kane started swatting at him in an attempt to get Magnus to move his hand away, the fishboy only writhed in the sands, laughing hysterically.
Of course, that only made it more difficult for a hardly-focused demonic to find his hand, but eventually he did, and he pressed it into the sand below as well. Suddenly, the insane maniacal laughter cut off at the sensation of losing control over himself. Magnus looked over at his newly trapped arm, blinked at it, and then started laughing uncontrollably again. He glanced back to Kane as he started to press his face right into his own, and lowered his hysterical laughter to a snicker as the blue boy with the blue house made his decree.
...Then, he just had to laugh right in his face, spit and all. "Dis is my playing pony, ya brat!" The breath that he blew into Kane's face had to have a proof of at least fifty by itself. The man had drank far too much at this point, and with the laughter that kept bubbling up, it seemed that he was quite happy about his pure inebriation. He coughed and hacked from laughing so hard, but he didn't seem to be very concerned about it.
A mocking grin decided to paste itself on Magnus' face, a grin that would continue to sit there until Kane did something about it. "Ah'll touchie ... whateva Ah want!" decided the mocking intoxication fae, before moving his face even closer to Kane's so that their noses were touching. "What'cha gonna do 'bout it!"Kane's eye twitched slightly, and he pulled back momentarily to shake his head. An attempt to clear his hazy mind or just relief from the combination of alcohol fumes and spit? Maybe both. All he knew is that he felt warm, hazy, as if in a warm cloud...maybe more like steam, since it was more hot and uneasy than warm and comfortable. Unfamiliar instincts were bubbling up, freed by the alcohol, pushing Kane to do...something. But what?
He was no more clear, however when he stopped shaking his head. If anything, he was shrouded in an even worse fog, considering he was dizzy and off-balance. Blinking repeatedly, the demon frowned again. What's with all the laughing? What's so funny? He didn't notice anything. He just seemed to be growing more agitated. He'd show that fae who's...boss...or something or other.
If he'd just stop the obnoxious cackling! Sounded like a chicken! Chicken boy! Fish, chicken...what's with all the food animals? Nah, not hungry...too much rum in his stomach. Still, how to shut him up?
The demon feline's mind traveled back, some months ago now, to an angel. Blue...traveled with a wolf. Kika. ...she'd kicked his a**. Not cool. But they'd argued a lot. She'd managed to shut Kane up once too. He'd stayed quiet for...quite a while after that. It was worth a shot. Maybe it'd work on the cackling chicken-fish fae.
Managing to bring his wandering attention back to Magnus, Kane struggled to get his eyes to focus...then gave up. He growled, failing to cover his increasing slurring. "Eh, shu' up!" Before the fae could laugh any more or shout anything else irritating, Kane darted in and kissed him forcefully, effectively cutting off any argument or objection.The fae only laughed again--and harder--as the blue boy brat boy failed to keep himself steady. While Magnus was hardly doing any better for himself, all he was seeing in front of his face was the failed attempts from the one above him to keep him from touching him. Ha! He managed to touch him with his nose, too! His hands weren't the only offense! Yeah, he was crea... creat... a creetin or something!
The air around them was beginning to smell like the rum that the two had taken into their systems. Magnus liked the smell. Most would think they absolutely stunk, but in the state that he was in, Magnus found the smell absolutely intoxicating... not that he wasn't already drunk and crazy enough. While he didn't break the mocking grin, he did take a moment to take in a large whiff of the air through his nostrils and let out a deep breath of satisfaction.
Shu' up! the hazy-brained Magnus heard. His lips were beginning to form the retort, "Make me!," when the demonic cut him off and did just that: made him shut up. Magnus found his head back down into the sands with Kane's lips pressing harshly into his own. In any even somewhat sober state, Magnus might have been confused. Very confused.
...Of course, then again, he was also Magnus Vis. Instinct was his middle name.
Instead of flailing or attempting to make the blue boy with the rum drip get off of him, the faerie pushed his lips back into Kane's, somehow completely forgetting about whatever they were doing beforehand in favor of getting closer to the rum stench. He even pushed to free one of his arms just so he could push Kane's face even closer to his--not that it was possible.Okay, the gesture was not expected to be returned. This was not in the mission plan! Abort! Abort! At least one hand free from releasing Magnus, Kane scrambled for a hold in the shifting sand to push away...but too late. His balance was precarious enough at the moment that he was struggling with that when he felt a hand at the back of his head, trapping him and denying his escape attempts. Despite his initial seeming panic, a small voice in his mind murmured...
...isn't so bad, really. Kinda'...almost...nice...
His panicked, uncoordinated struggles slowly ceased...then gave way as he returned to the kiss. Even if he hadn't been completely wasted, he had no real experience in this sort of thing, so likely he was sloppy, with no technique whatsoever. Of course, he didn't think about any of this. Only about the fact that it didn't feel all that bad.
...assert your dominance! Prove your superiority!
That voice was a bit different from the earlier one. Harsher with more strength behind it. It felt tinged with wildness and feral desires, calling to Kane's animal nature like a long lost friend...
...just...follow your instincts...
Seeming as if a balancing force between the two, the last voice seemed to follow quickly after the second, causing Kane to pause briefly before taking any further action, tense. Then, with a muted growl, much less threatening than any previous, he returned to the kiss, his spaded tail twitching with animalistic energy.Magnus might've been concerned about Kane's panicking in any somewhat stable state. Might've been. However, he seemed to be completely ignoring Kane's initial struggle in favor of tasting the rum on blue boy's lips. His freed hand found its way into blue house's hair where he pulled at the rum-soaked silver locks.
Honestly, not even the sloppiness of it all seemed to bother him. Of course, at the same time, Magnus wasn't exactly being all that refined himself in his particular state, despite how much more ...experienced he was than his competitor. He was only really bothered when brat boy stopped returning the actions and paused. The figure above him was suddenly stiff like some kind of ironing board. The faerie popped an eye back open to squint his eye at some attempt at a glare, before he heard the growl.
The intoxicated faerie could briefly recall enjoying that growl sometime in the past, but his mind was so hazy he couldn't figure out when or where. Perhaps, though, none of that mannered. Choosing to ignore his thoughts completely at this point, Magnus shut his eye again to return the animalistic, instinctual gestures.
A solitary thought hit him admist it all. He suddenly yanked away from Kane to grip onto his hand before jerking his head towards the fuzzy green area in the distance. It seemed even a drunken Magnus had some sense of common decency.Panting slightly, the heavy-lidded demon blinked against the blurriness to try and figure out what was the matter. Huh? Bushes? What? There someone in the bushes?
No wait, there was no one there. And that was the point. Even completely wasted, Kane was a predator and shelter always took precedence over an open space. It was written into his very genetics. No sense in being unnecessarily exposed.
So, with a slight grumble of mild irritation, the demon staggered to his feet, reaching to haul the fae bodily after him. He nearly toppled them both into the sand again. By some miracle, he managed to keep his footing, while wrapping an arm around Magnus' waist and nodding towards the grassy area before setting off.--- Where had those two gone off to?
Texas, frustrated, had earlier wandered off to go watch the fire dancer. There was no need for him to watch Kane and Magnus make themselves utterly wasted; his goal was accomplished, and he could leave them to their own devises. He would come back for a drink once in a while to keep the heady feeling going and to make sure that they weren't poisoned, but other than that...
Unfortunately, now they seemed to be missing altogether. He went to the barrel, and while it was full of empty cups and there was still a bit of alcohol dripping, neither of them were present. The demonic filled up his cup with the last trickles of rum before looking around for some sign of them. ...There! A trail of liquid in the sands.
The demonic slowly followed the trail, leading right up to what seemed to be a grassy area outside of the beach. Knitting his brows, he took a closer look, leaning forward to get a peak over the bushes.
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Texas glanced back to the cup he was holding, and then to the sight over the bushes once again. Flatly, he turned his cup directly upside-down to let all of its alcoholic contents dump into the grass below his feet before he turned a full one hundred eighty degrees and walked away slowly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:01 pm
  ((Through Pm's)) spookyx7 Next to a tower of paper cups sat a very drunk pae. He was in a long red trench coat and had super spikey blond hair. For some odd reason, that even he can't understand, he had an orange and green tie wrapped around his forehead. It had ways of showing up when Vash was a bit more than tipsy.
Vash had a crazy fun night at the luau. He had drank a lot of punch and done some dancing. He had challenged a few other pae to drinking contests and won. Now he sat, well, swayed in a chair with red cheeks and laughing a bit too much too himself. tartara Yuki was GONE! The instant she realized their room was empty, the female had dashed to their mothers room. Only to find out about a luau. Three guesses as to where yuki was, and the first 5 don't count. "Yu...ki..." The female fumed before running off, even going onto all fours for speed. He was going to be in so much trouble...! She burst into a clearing, and skidded to a halt. There he was. With Sylve. At the food table. Slowly she stood and with determination, strode over to the table. Just as he pulled the ghost into the forest. She bristled furiously before her delicate nose picked up a...familiar scent. Horror. The female looked over, and there was Vash. Instantly all her anger drained as she realized that she often vanished from home. With a sigh, she poured herself some punch to wet her tired throat and steady her panting. It was oddly very refreshing, and before she knew it she had three cups of it. "Stupid yuki...stupid sylve...stupid running...stupid party..." She grumbled, finishing off her cup before striding over to vash. "What are you doing here?" She didn't mean to direct her anger at him. She was just so...so frustrated! spookyx7 Vash turned his lidded eyes to the angry female that had just appeared next to him. "Whoa, how...how'd you do that?" He looked around, he didn't think she could just poof where she wanted to be.
"Nothing..hic." He smiled up at her and then got up to wrap his arm around her. "You, so pretty.." He said as he smelled her long black hair..."So...pretty..." Vash then laughed at the whole situation. tartara "Magic. Now explain yoursel-!!" She stared at him open mouthed as he slung an arm around her shoulders. An eye twitched. "vash...You...you IDIOT!" She raised a hand to scratch him, feeling offended. And then...oddly...all her anger turned into sadness. The feline burst into tears. "I'm sorry Vash! I...I just want Yuki and you to myself! Just me. Is that-that too much to-to-to ask?" She wrapped both arms around the male as she began to sob. "I'm so sorry vash! I just love you so much!" spookyx7 Vash wasn't sure how to respond to this roller coaster of emotions in his current state. He held her close and petted her pretty hair...how he loved her hair...long black..wait...had she just said three words he had been longing to hear?
"I know, I lush you too..." He nodded his head so vigorously that he made himself a bit dizzy. "Want more punch?" Maybe the punch would make her happier? Who knew with alcohol? tartara She sniffled and nodded. "Yeah...punch. settle my nerves." she clung to him as if he was a life raft in the middle of the ocean. "I'm such a bad girlfriend. And sister. And Aunt. And daughter. And friend. And...and...just BAD!" Perhaps this was some much needed therapy being done at this moment. It was a shame she probably wouldn't remember it in the morning. "You're so good to me vashy...so good..." spookyx7 Vash led her to the punch bowl, he held onto her just as much as she did to him. He just shook his head. "No, Mall, you ish the best, good not bad." He wasn't the most eloquent when drunk off his butt.
He poured her a drink and himself one too. "To love." He smiled and clinked her cup. Vash downed the whole drink and hiccuped. He smiled at her, but he seemed to see two of her now, "Two Malls? Aweshum." He went to kiss her forehead and missed kissing the air. tartara She simply clung to him as he poured her a drink, still crying even as her sobs diminished. "To love." With that, she downed her beverage before nuzzling into Vash, not caring a wit of anyone saw. "Nevereverevereverevereverever...ever leave me Vash..." For some reason, she felt so...so vulnerable. Almost scared. "Can we go? Please? I just wanna be around you. No one else. Just you." spookyx7 Vash looked down at her and hicupped as he nodded. "I won't leave you..." He wobbled a bit and then smiled. "Ok, lesh go comewhere." He hugged her and kissed her forehead this time it stuck tartara She nodded into him. "Lead away Vash." She just wanted to go away, and sit cuddled against him like they did on the picnic. Just wanted to be alone with him. For once, she didn't care about her brother Yuki. All that mattered, was her drunk, lovable, spikey headed boyfriend. spookyx7 Vash led her as far as he could without falling over. He found the secluded brush area they had recently had a picnic at. "Thish a good spot, huh?" He pulled her in and let her rest in his lap. "Comfy?" He then couldn't resist kissing her and hoping she would kiss back. tartara She followed him into the woods and instantly lit up when she saw where they were going. "This is perfect!" She scrubbed away her remaining tears. But oddly, her vision was still blurry. The female plopped into his lap regardless, looping her arms around his neck. "Absolutely perfect." With that, the female leaned forwards and passionately kissed him back. Perfect.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 11:04 pm
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Menolly was alone, very alone. This was not good, not good at all. She took off into the trees searching, seeking someone else to touch. She didn't know about the party, but coming upon it was her birthday ten times over. Even without touching someone, she smiled and giggled with glee. So many pae, so many to touch, no kid in any candy store could be half as happy.
She didn't know where to start without just pouncing on the next pae that stepped near her. Then she saw the punch bowl, there were various pae gathered around it so she could make an excuse of herself by getting a bit of punch and staying there. Approaching, she made it a point to rub against any pae she passed not mindful that it may be considered rude, possibly.
Reaching the bowl, the little light-weight she was, Menolly had no idea what she was drinking was spiked. All she cared about was leaning against the pae next to her. The funny tasting drink was good enough, actually made her feel more bubbly. Having never tasted a drop of alcohol, she was gleefully on her third cup
Syanna herself walked around the table turning circles as she went, so much had changed, so much she didn't recognize. She wasn't even familiar with all these kinda of pae she was looking at around her. In one hand she held a cup, it was sloshing with her turns, spilling a little now and then. She'd had several drinks by now, and was far from being sober. Hell, she was buzzed enough that the turning in circles was making her quite dizzy.
She barely saw straight details let alone additional pae'il coming and going around her, so much so it wasn't to be horribly surprising when she ran headlong into another pae and toppled backwards onto her butt "oopsiieesss" she giggles making no effort to stand back up, her punch now sinking into the sand beside her where it had landed.
Menolly didn't see the fall, but she heard the word. It was something she had uttered one too many times herself so naturally she looked to see what had happened. There was a lady one the ground and wasn't getting up. Frowning, she went to help, swaying as she moved.
Reaching her hand down to offer to the lady, drink in one hand slightly raised above her head and slouching form her unsteady movements. A second later, she was no help to anyone, her leaning forward went overboard and she fell towards the lady already on the ground.
Since she was already there, now able to touch the other, she happily introduced her self without making any effort to get up, "Hiya, I am Meno-nolly!" Her words ended in a slurred giggle.
Her hand had been wavering trying to catch that of the one being offered to her, it never did connect with the target, she was seeing double... Was that right? yeah double, there was two hands extending towards her as she squinted to see better.
Syannia's eyes widened as the second pae toppled onto her and then she simply burst out laughing, seems to her she wasn't the only one dizzy that day. "I'm Sy... and yooooouuu need lesh hands" she just lay there, least for the moment.
Menolly was just delighted to have so much contact with another pae, in show of it she took full advantage of her sitcuation and went as far as to nuzzle in to the other lady's shoulder a bit.
She wasn't exactly in the right mind to think, so the comment about hands understandably confused her. With wide golden eyes, she innoncently looked at her hands, one still had the cup in it. Think that was the problem, she tossed it to the side and commented brightly, "All better, see only two." Displaying her hands, she grinned like a loon and sawed from where she sat.
Syannia laughed "Awwwwssss dats a waste" she motions to the discarded drink with a nod. After a moment she reached to attempt to snag hold of those hands "You has... you has fooouuurr.... Why fourrrr?" The female didnt think much wrong of the nuzzle, she'd seen plenty of that as a child, being both of her parents were female. Giving up reaching for the hands she brings her hands together which in turn went to catching the female and stop the swaying, the swaying caused not two but three bodies in front of her eyes
In her nature, she looked to the cup and answered brightly, "There is more in the big bowl, lots more!" With a large grin, she was very much thinking that large bowl needed to be right where they were. She was comfortable now, someone to touch therefore there needed to be more happy juice.
"I have four hands?" Looking at her own hands, she only counted two, at least, she was sure there were only two. In order to prove the point, both small hands were brought down, one touching low on the other's shoulder "See, Sy, all I has!" Just two, it would be weird to have four hands, but then she could touch more people!
With the bright touching her, an act that elicited a delighted giggle mixed with a low pitched squeal, she at least stopped swaying. "Pretty, you're pretty like sunshine!" Well, half of her was, she hadn't really paid attention to the rest of her at that point.
"More up there? Itsss goood... Want more too?" she was still holding the other pae still, now at least there was only 1 body even if the hands were many. "One... one twooo" she counted as the hands landed on her "Heeyyyy howd you do dat.... now you has only two hands" her mind temporarily distracted from the punch. She was looking now to her torso and the hands resting "sunshiney!" this brought a giggle from the female. She then glanced back to the other pae "You... your .... uhhh yer cloudy color... kinda sorta, wif purples too"
"More!More!" She cheered out her answer, heedless of the many pae around her. Everything was good now, she had the happy juice still in her, and Sy was being nice. Confusing, going on about hands she didn't have, but nice. With no other answer to give the woman, she said, "Magic!" That's how everything happens that there is no answer for, the hands she saw went away by magic.
She was cloudy? Yes cloudy colored not bright and sunshiny like Sy. "Evening clouds! The sunset pretty." It was in her looking around, for the bowl, that she saw the feet on the pae she was attached to; she was red and yellow, sunset upside down. Why was she upside down?
Okay magic was a good answer the answer made sense... kinda. "Okkayys no more magicing hands okay?" she moves to get up, more punch sounded awesome at that moment. When she was finally able to get to her feet she did a spin once looking for the bowl as well, almost falling over once more. Syannia spies it and pours... or rather attempts ot pour another cup , it made a mess all around her hand only some of it landing in the cup.
She hands this one towards Meno, and then attempts to get more for herself her tongue sticking from the corner of her mouth as she did, making even more of a mess. It wasn't till she had successfully gotten most of a cup of punch that she turned sloshing a little and reaching for a hand "Cmon, leshhhh goooo over there" she motions near the water's edge with the cup sloshing a little more once again.
Nodding she answered with an affirmative, "Okay, I try!" Seeing as she didn't know how she did it in the first place, all she could do was try not to do it again. The cloud nine feeling faded like a receding wave when Sy got up because it meant losing contact. Quicker then advisable for a tipsy person, she shot up to follow after the moving sunset.
It was the happy water, so her distress was laid to the side as she took the cup handed to her, "T'ank you!" Sipping at it, she hummed happily. Even better, a hand was reached out to her. With dead on aim, she reached hers out to grab the other's, lacing her fingers for the best contact. Following after, she didn't care where they were walking "Keay!" Her letters and enunciation were starting to fail her which only served to amuse her.
Syannia weaved her way through the bodies around them, more often then not bumping into someone or something as she wavered. She'd stop now and then to take a slurp of the drink thinking THAT would stop it from sloshing abouts in the cup. She never did warn the pae whose hand she had in her own that she was stopping.
Eventually she stopped near the waters edge and spun just a bit to find the pae with a goofy grin, she was beyond a lil tipsy now, and the cup of punch she had poured now almost empty. "Now maybe... I not falls" she announced once again swaying while she stood there
Due to Syannia, not that Menolly would ever blame her; she bumped it just about everyone unlucky enough to be anywhere near their path. Quick stops were the worst but she served unharmed to the end of the path. The whole while she was gleeful, and past tipsy, there wasn't a single complaint out of her.
Standing where they stopped, she didn't care too much for the standing, so she took her solution to the ground; literally, folding one leg she awkwardly hit the ground again. Tugging on Sy's arm towards herself she said, "Come sit, sit!" They couldn't fall if they were already sitting!
"Woaooohh" Syannia wasnt expecting the tug and the attempt to not fall the cup dropped beside her and she topples on top of the sitting pae below her. She was stunned for a moment, but soon was trying to keep her laughter at bay as she simply lay spawled out partially atop the lap but mostly on the sand.
"You.." she tries talking mid-laugh "you did" and more laughter "dat on purposeeessss" she just cannot stop laughing, but it was a good laugh as she turned her head to look up at Meno "Well I falled again.... you caughts meeee"
Menolly started giggling up a fit thought she didn't know why she was laughing. Laughter was infectious, and she was getting it from Syannia big time. The accusation that she did it on purpose was answered with a quick, "Did not..." Thinking of that a moment more she answered as she placed a hand on the other's shoulder, "Did too! We falled by can't fall more!" Affectionately she made sure none of Sy's hair was in her face, giggling as she did so.
"Okkayyy gots a point" Syannia rolls landing on her back beside the pae "Nows I cant fall at allll" she grins still laughing but not quite as hard as before. She watches the fingers near her eyes as the hair moved from in front of her and playfully tried to catch them "Gonn getchas"
Menolly was proud of herself, even as fuzzy as she felt, she made a point! Grinning broadly, she started humming again, happy as she could ever be that she knew of. It was when her fingers came under attack that she tried to look serious. This effort only made her look goofy in many respect but it was the best she could manage at the moment. "No you not!" Her protest was followed by a wavering hand as she moved it around the other's face to evade capture.
"Yesh yesh yesh" she waved her own hands in an attempt to catch the fingers blurring in front of her face, missing every attempt by a short distance "Hey come backs here" she laughs as she misses then one more time and then decided maybe catching the pae herself would be easier and no warning given rolled and did just that. Both arms moving to encircle the sitting pae's waist
Giggling more, her mastery of the evading was amusing her to no end. She was the best in the whole wide..wide! Next moment it wasn't her hand that was the target.
Squeaking in utter surprise, Menolly was completely caught off guard when she was encircled. Her shock didn't last but a moment as she took advantage of the situation and turned the act against Sy, putting her arms around the other to be as close as possible. "Sy-sy no have me, I has her!" She grabbed last so in her mind, she was the victor, though it didn't matter, she had another close so she won either way.
"Nonono I has Meno... I gots firstest" then she hiccupped, all the laughter and silliness mixed with alcohol had given her the hiccups "Nows looks.." *hic* "you gives" *hic* "the the,...." in her drunken state she couldn't even think of the right word, but Meno muct have given them to her, she'd never had them before!
She lets go with one hand and waggles a finger "Whats..."*hic* "whats you gonna do" *hic* "bout it" talking with the hiccups wasnt easy either
Sy's argument was vaild, but she had one to, "Nononon, Sy right where Meno wanted her, easy cap-cap-catcure!" Cat? Well, she said it, so she gave her best cat meow impression. Easier to do since her father could shape shift so she heard cats often enough growing up. It was a 'cat'capture now!
What was she going to do about it, well she'd show her! Taking a deep breath, she sent a small puff of air at Sy's forehead then said, "I do this!" Then proceeded to kiss the spot she blew on since it was easiest to reach. "Tag, your it!" Tag was kind of pointless at this point, but it was the second thing that came to her mind.
"Dat stop de" *hic* "de noisy things?"" *hic* she grins goofily ok tag she knew, though this was an interesting twist to it "Meeeeee" she went to return the tag but unlike Meno she wasn't sitting up and her'tag' landed on the other girls' shoulder "Yers it !!"
Menolly giggled as she was tagged back, at this point she was unsure how to win this game, but she would! Leaning over, and attempting not to actually fall over, she went for another kiss. This time, the chin happened to be the next target, Pulling up a moment later, she stuck the tip of her tongue out playfully and claimed, "Tag, Sy-Sy it!" Not completely sitting upright, she did straighten out more.
"No fairs!!" Sy laughs trying to catch the other pae again before they could sit back up. She'd be the triumphant one if she could help it. Though the pae managed to sit up more before Sy could 'tag' her back so instead she rolled backwards still holding the other pae around her waist "You nots gonna get away" she exclaimed playfully
Once again she gave a squeak and gave no resistance as Sy rolled them. With a forceless protest she claimed, "Not fairs either!" Even when she play struggled she didn't try very hard to get away. Instead she stuck her tonge out once more than put it back with a grin. Since she was still where she could work, Menolly went for another 'tag' getting two in one turn, that was 'skills' in her book.
"Dat mean I gotsa get you two times?" she didn't even notice her hiccups were now gone. She leans up attempting another tag, not caring where it landed
"If you can!" There was no where for her to go, but she placed out the challenge anyway. As per the rules of the challenge, she attempted to move her head out of the way, but instead managed to put herself in the perfect position for a kiss, right on the lips. The contact sent a jolt through her.
It had surprised her a little, but she reacted quickly to return the kiss before it could be taken away. Not nice to give a gift and take it away, not at all.
Was a moment before Sy pulled her head back and looked at the other pae "Not fair" she gave a silly pout "Now I haves to tag even more times to catched up" She watched the pae looking for the right opportunity to 'tag' again not much thinking it as a 'gift'
Menolly corrected, "Fairs, fair!" It might not be, but she was having fun, seeking the contact so freely given. With her same challenging playful banter, she countered, "Never catch up, Sy-sy not as fast as Menolly!" She never did stop and wonder about referring to herself in the third person, right now she was fuzzy minded and starting to get sleepy so she wanted to focus on winning the game she started.
"Can be!! Can be!!" she worked to catch up Menolly in the game of 'tag' she never did actually catch up and eventually she stopped trying, she was out of breath. "Meno wins" she says panting slightly but otherwise just laying there looking up at her new friend. Her eyes drifted to the sky, the setting sun above and mildly surprised that the sun was no longer high in the sky.
Tilting her chin up, Menolly beamed with pride, she won! "Sy-sy! Your good at playing!" Tilting her head to the side as she saw the other's eyes move, she followed suit as well, looking up. Time flies when one is having fun, she supposed. The question was, what would she do now? Another night alone, the prospect didn't sound very appealing
"What to do what to do...." Sy's eyes traveled back to the other pae "Dunnos 'nother game for us.... you knows?... Maybe you knows place Sy can stay tonight.... Her house is gone" she pouts. Before finding the party and the punch, the pae had done some exploring, she found her and her mother's home gone, how was a mystery, but in her current state of mind yeah it was gonna remain as such.
That was the idea, popping upright like a jumping bean, she brought Sy' up with her as well as she could, "You can say with me, I have a small house!" One she was using since she found it, sadly no one was in it. Now she wouldn't be alone, this was so perfect, "Sy-sy can sleep with me!" In her mind it was settled now if only she could walk straight. Always snares, always a bit harder than expected.
"Wif yous?" she pretended to ponder this a little in her semi-sitting position that the other pae had pulled her into "okay!... show me" she of course would have to let the other pae'il get offa her before she could make any attempt at standing whatsoever "and lets takes some of that punch wif us" she waved her hand somewhere in that general direction as she spoke
Smiling brightly, Menolly pulled herself upright, though swayed as if she were to fall again. Finally able to stand, and adjusted enough from the alchol to see a bit straight, she reached down her hand to help Sy up, "Think they notice if we take whole bowl? It always refilled." At least it seemed like that, magic bowl had great stuff in it every time she looked
"Nah lets... lets do it" After a couple attempts to latch onto the hand she managed it and nearly pulling herself up she manages to pull Menolly back atop of her, this wasnt her plan, but it happened. And in it she burst out laughing "Dat didnt work too well" she said decidedly
Menolly fell, thanks to Sy, she had a soft spot to land. "Sy-sy soft!" Giggling she rolled off of her landing pad and tried to stand up once more, after that, well this was as nice a place to lay around as home, company here beats nothing there every time!
Syannia laughed and rolled pushing herself to stand, when she moved to help Meno up, she braced herself, a wobbly brace but maybe just maybe she wouldn't fall over.... again "Come onnn lets get punch and go" she giggles
Taking her classic approach, Menolly playfully stuck her tongue out again, "Not fault!" But started to stand up under her own suspect power than took Syannia's hand as much for the comfort as for the support. Getting up she spoke the moment she was mostly up, "Phasssse one!" Now for the punch bowl, while no one was looking.
"Now for the punch" she meanders her way towards the table "Think we should take the bowl itself, or find something for alla it" she muses to Meno. She was glad they were back on their own two feet, now they had a mission.
Concidering it, she looked at the bowl, back at Syannia then back at the bowl again. Biting her lip a moment she decided, "Bowl!" Cheering at the end she made one step forward, when that worked, she made another, the bowl was begging for them to hurry.
Syannia nods, and makes a bee-line for the table, she was pretty much ignoring everyone around herself besides her friend. And by the time she made it to the table, she was more then ready to take a slurp of the punch before they left
Menolly was right on the ball, tricky maneuver with her coordination at the moment, in her hand were the two cups she picked up at the table. Said cups fell in the half full bowl. Pouting she commented, "The bowl ate my cups!" Well that just wasn't right.
"Then we gotsa savem!" she grins reaching in trying to catch the cups only to have them slip from her hands "Oh wells... we savem at yer place" she nods emphatically "So lets go... yous takes dat side?" she motions to the side of the bowl closest to Meno
Menolly nodded, an action that left her dizzy for the moment, "We save them, don' worry, cups!" Grabbing her side of the bowl she lifted it and got ready to carry the bowl home, good thing it wasn't that far away. "Forward!" Kinda, had to go around the table first.
Syannia grabs her side and follows the evening-cloudy pae around the table and eventually off the beach. She was happy Meno knew where she could stay, least for that night... If she ever remembered that night
Leading the way, she got them home in short order, opening the door to invite her guest in than closing it. There were cups to save and a long night before the morning. With the party all forgotten, there was no distractions and a half full bowl.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 1:50 am
  Kelebek had noticed the party going on on the beach and washed herself ashore. She does her best and doesn't wretch as she watches her magnificent tail split into two legs. "Yech," she says.
There seemed to be a sort of commotion going on around the punch bowl. She looks into it and smells it. "That's an odd smell," she says to herself. Shrugging, she ladles herself a glass of the fruity drink and takes a little sip. It's delicious. It's sweet and smooth and it's warm as it goes down her throat. Her pink cheeks instantly flush to a deeper shade as she takes a longer sip. "Mmm..." she says happily. She starts walking toward a seat, but trips and spills her drink all over the sand. "Crayfish," she swears, and turns back to the large bowl to refill her glass. She wanted more, always more. She carefully, carefully walks over on these disgusting feet until she reaches the table.
Kelebek takes another deep drink of the punch and looks around for someone she knows. She wonders if any of her people would be here. Maybe the queen, even! Or some of her court, anyway.Normally, the overly-serious bodyguard wouldn't have been seen anywhere except practically attached to the Queen, especially in a strange new land. However, even he couldn't defy a direct order.
Hard to believe the Queen had ordered him away...to 'have fun.'
...okay, maybe not that hard to believe for those who knew the Queen well. She wasn't always the most serious, not all the time...only when she needed to be. She'd assured her personal guard that she'd be alright for a while, especially with Lady Aeroniel at her side...but that did little to reassure Captain Turin. Not that he didn't trust Aeroniel...but it was his job to handle the physical safety of her Highness.
Still, to be at all accurate, while she could order him away, she couldn't order him to have fun. That's what he kept telling himself while he wandered about, sipping glass after glass of the odd sweet drink he'd heard being referred to as 'punch' by some of the other party-goers. He'd just have a couple more, then go off to find her Highness again. Maybe she'd be assured that his absence had involved enough 'having fun' for now. Maybe he could consider this little excursion as reconnaissance, yeah...
In heading for the punch bowl once more, Captain Turin nearly stumbled into a young lady. Curse these stupid awkward land legs! "Excuse me, miss, I meant no harm." He paused, blinking repeatedly as if in confusion. Or haze. Did he know this female? Was she familiar? He couldn't be sure exactly... Kelebek eeps and falls on her rump in the sand. "Oh!" she exclaims, scrambling to stand up again. "Captain Turin! It's lovely to see you here!" she gushes. She refills her glass of punch and drinks half of it without breathing once. "You look so odd with those silly appendages," she says with a giggle. She lifts her own foot and wiggles the toes. "Then again, I suppose I must look odd as well...."
Oh gods, he's talking to me. He's actually talking to me! Wait, why is he talking to me? Nobody ever talks to me unless they don't know me already. But surely he recognizes me, I mean, the Queen knows everyone and he's practically attached at the hip to her.
Kelebek smiles her best pretty smile and bats her eyelashes at him.Still blinking a bit, Turin automatically reached to help the female to her feet. She seemed a bit awkward and...wait, she'd just used his name, hadn't she? Did he know her? Wait, yeah, he thought so...but what was her name? Barnacles! Why was he so hazy?
Grasping for a fragment of a name, he hoped she wouldn't notice he couldn't quite place her at the moment. "Still, I apologize, er...Kel, isn't it?" It was something like that, right? Only longer maybe? "Well, at least we all look odd together, hmm?" He chuckled a bit, wondering momentarily why she kept smiling and blinking at him like that.
He refilled his glass, having lost count to how many he might have had at this point. The warm sensation rushing down his throat was pleasant and calming, and he'd nearly polished off another glass before speaking again.
"So, um...odd appendages aside, have you been enjoying the party?" Social pleasantries weren't Turin's strongest suit, not to mention he felt awkward without his spear at hand. Still, a party wasn't the best place to be carrying weapons about, especially when one was a guest. Instead, he fidgeted a bit with the cup in his hands, not so much nervous, but just needing something to do.Kelebek grins ear-to-ear when he helps her up. He'd actually showed her some courtesy! "Oh yes, yes, I have been enjoying the party!" she gushes. "It's so much fun meeting new people, don't you think?"
So why was he acting so strangely? Well, it certainly isn't unwelcome behavior, thinks Kelebek, but definitely out of character for the captain of the guard. It must be the drink! It must be magic drink that makes folk more courteous and pleasant!
Eagerly Kelebek ladles herself another glass of punch and drinks deeply. Her pink skin flushes a deeper rosy shade. Belatedly she realizes she hadn't bothered to correct Turin's recollection of her name, but it was close enough, wasn't it? The shortened version sounds like a nickname to her. An endearing nickname..."Yes, I suppose these land-dwellers aren't so bad..." Turin mused, finishing his glass. Was it the surface making him this thirsty? Maybe.
He waited his turn before getting more punch, taking a moment to watch Kel as she ladled up her own. Granted, he spent most of his time with his attentions on the Queen, however...when was the last time he'd stopped to even look at another female? He couldn't recall. Kel was far from bad looking, even here on the land and with those odd leg appendages...
It never occurred to him to realize this was not a normal train of thought. At least not for Turin. Nor were the continuing thoughts.
Kel's hair was such a beautiful color, much like reef coral, and yet, it looked so much softer. What would it feel like to run his fingers through it? He chuckled at the silent thoughts, still watching her. It was getting a little warm here and he started thinking that maybe a change of scenery might help.
"Hey, how about we grab a couple more glasses to take with us? Maybe continue this discussion down by the water?" It never occurred to Turin how forward his offer might sound. He was just thinking it might be cooler down by the water, more relaxing and easier for conversation. He was finding it easier and easier to keep talking. That...and Kel was growing more and more interesting to stare at.Kelebek drains the rest of her glass before nodding eagerly. "It's so hot up here under the sun! We could sit in the surf so the water washes over us!" she suggests, bouncing on her toes for a short while before stopping as she almost knocks over the punch bowl. "And I should def...defiant..." She stops and wrinkles her nose. "Defiant-netly get away from this pretty glass bowl 'fore I tip it over!"
He was so beautiful. If she'd been familiar with a sunset on land she may have compared him to that, but as it was she could only compare him with the most brilliantly-colored fish she'd ever seen. She wanted to touch him, to trace the patterns on his skin with her fingertips, to have him run his hands through her hair and whisper into her ears. I think I'm falling in love... thinks Kelebek, putting a hand to her cheek.Laughing, Turin steadied the bowl first, then reached out for Kelebek. Not that he was all that steady himself. "'S prob'ly a good idea," he chuckled, getting lazy in his speech. He looped an arm around Kel's waist and pointed toward the shoreline with his free hand. "To the surf!"
Snickering a bit, the captain turned to grab some glasses of punch to take with them, stumbling and staggering a bit in the sand on the way. Fortunately, most of the punch managed to stay in the glasses. "Stupid leg things..." he grumbled, frowning at the appendages momentarily. Obviously it was their fault that he seemed especially clumsy tonight. Stupid things were probably plotting against him all along. Some sort of...land-dweller island plot. Yeah.
So, with some difficulty, but succeeding in his great effort, Turin managed to reach the shoreline with most of the punch remaining in the two glasses he carried. He turned to smile at Kelebek, chuckling again. "Punch, soothing waves, and pleasant company. What more could ya' ask for?" Flashing her a bright smile once more, he set the drinks down before flopping down in the sand, seeming much more relaxed than he was earlier.
With such beautiful company, how could he not?Kelebek snaps out of her thoughts. That grin gets her heart rate going something serious. She sits beside him, positioning herself so that the water will wash over her up to her waist. She digs two holes for her two cups in the wet sand.
His touch on her waist had set her heart on fire. She takes a sip from the first glass and sets the second in her makeshift cupholder. The surf rolls back in, and turns their legs back into their tails. "Ohh," she murmurs softly. "That's so much better-er, don't you think?" She leans back on her hands and looks over at him. "You have such a loverly tail," she says, grinning like an absolute idiot.Kicking his feet in the water until they transformed back into his tail, Turin watched the process as if entranced, rather than disgusted or disturbed as usual. Shapeshifting...without conscious thought. Magic. It could only be magic.
Wait...what was that? He blinked, looking over at Kel distractedly. "Yep, much better-er," he nodded in agreement. He rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her compliment, shaking his head before leaning over and resting against her shoulder. "Me? Nah, not really. Plus, I like yours more. 'S priddy..."
He stared at the entrancing pink and white scales for a moment, launching into another thought. "I dun like mine. 'S too bright. Too shiny. What kinda' guy is all...pink and bright and glowy? 'S...not cool. Not cool at all." He pouted childishly, his head still resting on Kel's shoulder. "Couldn't be a hunter, e'en if I was good with a spear. Couldn't sneak up on stuffs. Lucky the Queen neededed a guard guy. She's nice."
He looked up at Kel, grinning. "Ur nice too." With that, he leaned up and kissed her cheek.Kelebek thinks she might faint when he kissed her. "Oh...!" Her head is swimming with the drink and the affection. Nobody had ever told her she was nice, or pretty. Most of her people seemed disgusted with her. Water creatures were all graceful, but not Kelebek. Somehow she manages to be clumsy and muck up almost everything she does.
"You're nice too, Turin," she says, leaning her head on top of his. "And it doesn't matter that you can't hunt because of your colors. I like you just the way you are.""Tha's niiiice..." Turin slurred, grinning like a fool as he looped his arms around Kelebek's waist affectionately. She smelled nice. Like the sea...and punch. It was intoxicating.
Or maybe that was just the punch itself.
Either way, Turin was feeling quite warm, happy, and relaxed at the moment. And Kel was pretty. And nice. He liked being here with her. No worries about anything else for the moment, just conversation and company. He smiled, nuzzling against her neck. "I like you toooo, Kel." He laughed after a moment. "I like you and you like me. Eberybody's happy!" He was resting more and more of his weight on her as they kept getting closer.Kelebek giggles at the contact. "Ooh, that tickles!" she exclaims. This is the best evening of her life. She can't believe that Captain Turin is being so nice to her! "Ebreybody's happy!" she repeats enthusiastically, laughing.
His weight against her feels nice. She feels wanted. Needed, even. These are sort of unfamiliar feelings to her--at least very distantly remembered. She can't recall the last time someone paid her compliments like this, or hugged her, or put their nose in her hair. Kelebek sighs happily, watching the surf break over their tails.
"Want to go for a swim?" she asks suddenly.Swim? In the water? Water felt nice. Like Kel's hair.
"Uh huh," Turin nodded, his head still resting against her shoulder. "I like swimming," he droned, barely listening to himself anymore. He just wanted to get Kel to talk more so he could listen. She was the most fascinating, beautiful lady...
A wave washed up further than the rest, breaking over the two of them as the Captain flexed his arms to hug Kelebek tightly for a moment. "Come on, beaut'ful, let's go!" Laughing, he attempted to pull her into the wave as it receded back to the sea.Kelebek laughs merrily as he wraps his arms around her. The Captain's strong arms and the pull of the water lead her back into the sea, almost like magnets she's inexplicably drawn to. The water feels good against her skin, which had been getting hot and dried out. She hadn't really noticed until now.
"Ooh, it feels so good to be back in the sea!" she exclaims. She tugs on his hand to pull him away from the shore, and does a few loops and twists. She imagines herself being graceful and arched, but since she's Kelebek, and also intoxicated, it rather looks like writhing. But maybe still pretty. Maybe. The one truly beautiful thing about her is her hair. Coral-colored hair that shimmers in the water as the currents pull it lazily around her.
Kelebek allows herself to drift closer to Turin, without letting go of his hand, until she bumps into his chest. She smiles and drapes her arms over his shoulders, holding him close.Turin's eyes were somewhat glazed as he watched Kelebek's 'acrobatic display,' as it were. The way her scales glimmered in the light, the way her hair was carried by the sea's currents...it was as if he was growing intoxicated just by being around her.
Her hand in his, their forms floating close together, Turin still wore a constant, giddy smile as he looped his arms around her waist, forehead touching hers. "Ur so preddy..." he murmured, not noticing how badly he slurred. All he could see was Kel's eyes...if a little hazy.
The currents gently swirled around them, and Turin chuckled at belatedly realizing he was starting to drift sideways. Heh, whoops! Adjusting with a flick of his tail...then adjusting again once he over-compensated, he turned back to Kelebek, caught up once more in her gaze. He leaned in, brushing a hand against her cheek. "Ah think ah wanna' kiss you."Kelebek bites her bottom lip. "Really?" she asks, voice full of girlish hope. "Because you totally can if you want." Every nerve in her body sings at all this contact she's getting with such a handsome man. His hands and arms about her waist, his forehead touching hers, and she can almost feel when her hair brushes against him.
She wraps her arms around his shoulders to draw him closer still, and touches her nose to his, giggling. "I mean...I wouldn't say no.""'Kaaay, tha's good." Turin chuckled, happily floating in his hazy, intoxicated state. He had no worries, nothing on his mind except the pretty femme in his arms. How often did he ever really relax and let himself go anyway? He couldn't recall the last time he'd enjoyed himself like this.
Hand on her cheek, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers as her hair formed a wafting curtain around the two of them.The kiss sends her to a place of giddy ecstasy. Kelebek doesn't know what to do except be stunned with happiness. "Have you ever been in love, y'think?" she asks breathlessly, a silly smile permanently etched onto her face.
Gods and little fishes, I've never been so happy!Turin tilted his head oddly, then chuckled 'cause it made him dizzy. "Dunno'. Dun think so, anyway?" he shrugged. Likely, no, he had never been in love. At the moment, he was having a hard time keeping his mind on the fact that he was in water, let alone in anything else metaphysical.
"Wa's it like?" he murmured, once more distracted by Kel's hair. He reached up, gently running his fingers through it with a dazed look."I dunno either..." says Kelebek, closing her eyes. Oh gods and little fishes, he'd put his hands in her hair! She shifts her hands to his waist to hold them close together. "I was hoping you could tell me, because I think I've fallen in love now. D'you feel the same way?" she asks earnestly, opening her eyes to look at him.
His eyes make her heart melt all over again. She'd fallen hard for the strong captain.Turin seemed...confused. "Um...I dunno. I feel warm? And happy? Izzat love?" He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about a lot of things right now. "All ah know is...I like it here." He chuckled again, pulling her close and resting his head on her shoulder. The captain nuzzled her neck for a moment before leaning back.
"There'sa nice reef...nah too far from here. If ya' wanna' talk more 'bout this 'love' thing?""It could be..." says Kelebek. She holds him close, and his breath on her neck makes her shiver slightly. "Mm, wha?" She pouts softly when he stops to ask her about the reef.
Reefs were nice and private...
"Sure, okay," agrees Kelebek. "Mmm....show me where the reef is, an' I'll show you what I think love feels like."Turin pulled away slightly, bowing to kiss her hand. He looked like he was about to say something suave and romantic and elegant...
"Okie dokie!"
...or not.
Grinning widely, he turned and set off, going some distance before realizing he'd left Kel behind. Whoopsie! He pulled a wobbly U-turn and went back, reaching for her hand before heading off again for the nearby reef.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:29 pm
  For two years Montana stayed silent, living in her own world while the changes engulfed the other side of the mirrors. She cared little for it, but watched in the shadows of her windows as it happened. Because of her abilities she knew many truths that the others did not but had no inclination to share anything.
Content in her world, she'd likely stay there forever, but curiosity had a habit of getting the cat. She'd seen pae gathered around the bowl of something, drinking it and seeming quite cheery. Who ever put one of her windows there might have done so to lure her out, so she resisted.
It only happened for so long, finally when there were less pae around; she gathered her staff and slipped silently out of her mirror as if it were a barrier like mere water is for anyone else. Touching the ground for the first time in years, she moved carefully, getting used to the feeling of sand and dirt. Eager to get this over with and return, she took a larger cup and filled it generously; already the smell intoxicated her senses. It had an aroma she had never encountered; all of the stimuli were ones she was very new to.
It was almost overwhelming, so she retreated into as much of a shadowy corner as she could, drinking the punch as fast as she could. It helped to calm her racing heart and make things not as impactful.Dark crimson skin, deep amber eyes, and sharp barbed wire...there could only be one such creature. Treading softly upon the ground, the female moved almost silently through the forest from her dragnid home. She was angry...then again, she was always angry. But she never showed it. The animals in the woods seemed to tense and fall silent at her passing. Not too surprising. Even the evil that lived in her home dared to cross her path too often. Simply wasn't safe. It wasn't long until the warm light of the festival fell onto her features. To what honor did she come to this party? The noise. The screeching, deafening noise. She'd come to find out if the apocalypse had been coming. She had been sadly mistaken. Instantly amongst the faces of Pae'il she recognized family, and the friends of family. Some had grown so much since the last time she walked the halls of Headquarters. Yuki and Malloren...Criofan...she even caught sight of her very own brother in the corner, flirting with a small horde of females.
In short, too many Pae'il to silence the noise quickly. She'd have to deal with it.
Unnoticed by most, Amara walked to the snack table to eye it critically. Nothing was to her taste. Except...the punch. It vaguely smelled, fruity. Perhaps a hint of her favorite food, apples? She dipped the ladle into the punch bowl and filled a cup to take a hesitant sip. It wasn't half bad. Shrugging slightly, she took a second cup so she wouldn't have to return, and headed to the outskirts of the party to drink it. Unknowingly picking a spot not 20 feet away from another lurking soul.With a third of the cup already drained, the blue fae didn't mind much when another approached her hide away. At least there was one other pae in the party that didn't want to flail around like an idiot. Warming up to the idea of the other, she gave a little smile, it wasn't much but was something, "Not one for crowds either?" Right now, she didn't try to reach out any further to the other pae.
Each sip of the slightly burning fruit drink and she felt a little more like talking. As the seconds past she felt warmer and oddly almost..happy. For one reason or another, she didn't associate it with the drink itself. This was the outside world after all; there were things she had forgotten.This was why she didn't venture out often. Why did pae insist on talking to the one with barbed wire? It was almost begging for trouble. But for once, she felt like humoring the pae. The punch almost made the journey outside worth while. "Its a mutual dislike, one could say." She spoke dryly, allowing her eyes to move to the side for the first time since the conversation began. Sure she had heard the other approach, but didn't care enough to look. A slim, almost pretty fae. Adult. How odd that she didn't know better then to talk to a unfamiliar pae dressed in sharp metal in the dark shadows of a very loud rambunctious party. The thought was funny enough to have her smile. She would have shared it, but not many shared her sense of humor. "If you didn't like crowds, why did you come to a party?" On the spur of a moment deal, she felt like talking. She hardly paid any mind to the barbed wire, probably because she didn't know what it was. Well, she knew but having never experienced it, or pain for that matter, she didn't know what it represented. Just like a rose with thorns, her muse was alive and floating in her mind.
Sipping more at the punch, she listened to the other, sharing a smile with her when she asked her question. It was a good point. "I kept watching people gather around this stuff," Her hand went forward a little, as if there was any question what was in the cup she held, "So I got curious. It is not often I care enough to explore anything in this world." Her words were distant enough to keep from sounding like disgust with the world, but there was no fondness for it.It was hard not to look at the female oddly as she talked. This world? She finished off her first cup before responding. Oddly, she didn't feel the desire to walk away. It would take her further from the punch. "What world are you from?" She'd humor her. Maybe she thought she was an alien visiting from space. Sighing softly, Amara downed the second cup. Warmth spread through the entirety of her body. A feeling which, she actually...liked. Frowning slightly, she looked into her cup. "Do you know whats in this?"Finishing most of hers, she had waited a few minutes before answering the red fae. With a pleased sigh she responded, "The mirror, I live on the other side of the mirror." Looking down at her drink, she was starting to get an idea, but that last inch of reservation stopped her, for now.
Thinking about it, she looked at the drink again and said, "I don't know, yet, more investigation needed." Without another word she strode off, walking straight. Hitting the bowl, she took a try nearby, filled four cups and came back without spilling a drop, quite proud of herself for some silly reason. "More samples!" Chiming in, she actually smiled her blood singing to her most sweetly. More drink was needed and she didn't hesitate to take another generous sip. Instead of taking her corner, she stayed where she was, near the other fae, not that she thought the other would mind. After all, she had the drinks.other...side of the mirror...Why did she only attract the nut jobs? She watched the other walk over to the punch bowl, vaguely wondering what she was doing. When she saw 4 cups...the Dragnid Fae of Hate burst into a fit of laughter. It was just...it was just too funny. Here she was, at a party, in the company of insanity, drinking punch. It was around then that she realized something was wrong with said punch. Gathering her laughter to silence once more, she extended her hand to get one of her cups. Surely she could share. "I'm Amara." Not like anyone would believe the other fae if she told them she hung out with the Amara all night long.Montana allowed her to take one of the cups, it was the reason she got so many. Putting the tray down nearby, she took a cup herself. The more she slipped, the more she enjoyed being where she was. Amara was great company to her. The party still didn't suite her so she decided to through caution to the wind, "I am Montana." Looking to the mirror she came in on, the idea started feeling more and more right as it swirled through her mind. "Why don't I show you my world, come on and I'll take you." She hoped the other woman would be curious enough to see what she was talking about. That way, she could keep her company and rid herself of the crowd. The punch had to have some sort of enchantment. As she took a cup, she peered deep into its depths. Perhaps some sort of 'happy' spell... The female took another sip, letting it linger. There was a bitter taste to it...like grape juice left out too long... "Oh...gaurdians..." Her amber eyes flicked up when the pae started talking again. Instantly her attention wavered from the punch. If it worked, it would get her away from the people...who could potentially hurt her in the new weakened state she found herself in. "I suppus...suppose. Suppose...I can." Amara sighed before downing the drink. The night couldn't get any worse anyway. Why not?Far happier than she should be, the young female smiled and bounced a bit from where she was standing. It felt like she was unwinding by the moment. Chugging down the rest of the one cup, she took another never questioning the drink itself. "Great, the mirror I came in on is right over here." Turning, she stumbled a bit then kept walking, the sway done by the drink making her feel lighter than she was.
Passing by the partiers, their sounds faded out by the fuzzy hum in her own head, a soundtrack she was unknowingly giving. At the mirror itself, a plain full body lenght mirror with the bamboo frame. Putting one hand through it, the one with the drink, the appendage caused a ripple as it went through. The mirror moved like it was liquid mercury to her touch. Reaching out her other hand, she offered it to Amara, small smile in her lips.She simply watched the other as she walked away, tilting her head a little. It was oddly amusing to move her head. Like there were weights inside her cranium. Montana was...pretty. She didn't notice that before, but to the normal standard...she was very pretty. The fae followed after her, a bit of a half smile on her lips. There was one thing she had never tried before, partly because of her barbed wire. Partly because she never got the urge to do so before. "I didn't believe at first but...that is quite the power." She slipped her hand into the others. "I have a feeling...tonights going to be fun, Miss Montana."Smiling, she was proud of her power, it allowed her complete safety, and the ability to see anything happening in any of her windows. It may not be an attack power, per se, but she felt her was the best there was.
Feeling a hand in her own, contact with another, shivers almost went down her spine. It had been years since she had touched another, a lot of time to make up. Feeling the coils within her self loose more, she smiled and started to pull herself into the mirror. Half her body was within, the other half just waiting. "Lets just see how much fun we can have, Amara. There are..many advantages to this place" Giggling, straight up giggling, she pulled her head back, able to see the red pea, a rose with metal thorns, clear as can be. Pulling her now, she coaxed with little tugs, using her power to allow Amara to pass the barrier and join her in her world.Amara allowed herself to be pulled in, her curiosity peeked unlike ever before. "Such as...?" She was actually enjoying herself. Amber eyes stayed fully onto the blue fae as she entered fully, almost shining. She hadn't felt like this since she was a child. It almost felt like she had a heart. Or maybe that was just the fizz of the drink.Tapping her staff, the little ball glowed and suddenly the empty expanse was filled with windows. She called them windows but they were just the other sides of the mirrors attached to any place that had one. "The world is at your finger tips." Not willing to letting go of Amara's hand, partly because she didn't really notice and partly because the warm feeling inside of her made her just want to let go with the steal thorned rose.
Gazing, there was a window near by with a day bed in it, a rich green that matched will with the fae she was with. Thinking of the things she had watched others do, she called the bed, its mirror oppisit appearing on her side of the mirror. The next moment all the windows vanished and the long couch like day bed remained. "Have a seat?" Her suggestion followed a quirk in her lips as she watched the other woman.Only when the ball glowed did she look away to check out her surroundings. It was like...a different dimension. It was even better then her home in Dragnid Forest. "Impressive..." With that, she walked to the couch, and sat down with a bit of a sway to her hips. "A place I might like to visit."'Tana chose to sit on Amara's left side; her leg could touch the other's with less chance of touching the thorns. This was odd for her, but her ability to care about it was dulled and her desire to go with the flow sharpened. "I have never brought anyone here before." Her private sanctuary, but it wasn't too bad to share on occasion, she supposed. "If you have a mirror, knocking on it will get my attention and I'll let you come visit when you want." It was her power that allowed others here, as far as she knew not even the guardians could intrude on her place.
Placing her hand between them, she could just touch one of the strands of Amara's hair as the liquid inside of her plus what she was still drinking continued to weave its spell. Truth be told, she welcomed the fall not resisting at all.Lightning seemed to lance up her left leg at the touch, surprising the female to new heights. Someone...was...touching...her. Her. The Faerie of Hate, Mistress of pain. And perhaps, future Elder of of war. She was NOT to be touched...Amara's eyes caught sight of the hand between them. She touching others however, could be permitted. She gently laid her hand onto of Montana's. "haven't you been taught to always ask?" The fae smiled wickedly. It had been years since she had so much fun. it was almost...addictive.With her thumb, she gently touched the hand on top of hers, now beyond curious about the contact. Two years without, and the encouragement of the punch, she was very eager to make up for the lost time. Glancing up into her eyes when she spoke, Tana could only grin when she answered back, "I never listened to my 'mother', why, is there a punishment for not asking?" At the word punishment, she had a playful challenge to her eyes, edging to take the dare, see what harm could come from touching this alluring little rose.
Just to tease, she put down her mostly empty cup and used the slightly chilled hand to just touch the red forearm of her companion.She laughed, albeit darkly. She reached out and stroked the others cheek with the tips of her right hands fingers. "Amusing." Amara moved her arm ever so slightly so her metal wire just touched Montana's arm. Amara always took good care of her wire, keeping it rust free and sharp. A drop of blood instantly formed on the other. "As a matter of fact..there is." It was the first and last time she'd ever play with a pae in this fashion. Where the objective...was not pain. "You're okay."Montana leaned into the touch, this was more pleasant then she had imagined. The p***k of the wire she felt dully, thanks to the alcohol. Without it, she'd have had to back away at that point. Just like her mirrors she is a fragile pae removed from the pain of the world until knowing it was an abstract notion at best.
For now, she didn't have to fear, for whatever reason her judgment told her not to worry and to trust the fae in front of her. "I am a slow learner." Leaning forward, she was not content with just the slight touches, embolden she pushed for a kiss on the cheek.It was a bit of a surprise that the other didn't react to the p***k, but then again, she didn't really care. She smiled almost beautifully at the light kiss. It was the first kiss she had gotten in over 2 years. "Silly girl..." With that, she leaned forwards and claimed the others lips. Barbed wire scratched all over Montana's body, but the other didn't seem to care...so neither did Amara.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:28 am
 Tartara A party. Sylve was typically at parties. But he didn't know if he wanted to go...what with Malloren mysteriously vanishing again. When she didn't want to be found, she wasn't going to be. But Sylve could be there. But he didn't want to be alone. The feline stood at the edge of the crowd, watching everyone have so much fun talking. It looked like fun anyway. Tail flicking, the new adult crept over to the snack table. It was away from everyone else, but still part of the party. Compromise. Only...what if Sylve didn't show? What if it was all for not? the shy male poured himself a drink, trying to calm his nerves. He wished with all his might that somehow Malloren would pop up. He never had gone to a party without her before. [chainedfaye] Sylve hovered on the edges of the crowd. For some reason her stomach was tied in knots. She felt like something was going to happen tonight but wasn't sure if that thing was good or bad. And the uncertainty made her nervous. "Perhaps a drink will calm my nerves." Walking up to the punch table, she poured herself a drink. She glanced around looking for Yuki. His presence always comforted her. tartara He took a sip of the cup he held before blinking. Interesting. It was oddly sweet...with a bit of a bitter aftertaste that lingered. His face scrunched and he took another sip, trying to place what kind of punch it was. It was then that his delicate nose caught a familiar scent. could it...could it be? The male turned around. Sure enough, there was the ghost, on the opposite side of the table with her back facing him. He drowned his cup down before moving around the table towards her. "Sylve!" WOW that came out louder then he intended! He blushed fiercely as he walked towards her. Oddly, his body felt...well...good. He felt very, very good. [chainedfaye] Sylve jumped as she heard her name being said rather loudly behind her. A good portion of her drink also jumped, straight out of her cup and down her front. She looked down at herself in dismay and turned about to give the person a good solid lecture when found herself staring down at a pair of furry black feet. Could it be? Raising her glance, she smile widely. It was! "Yuki" she exclaimed, excitedly before remembering that she was now covered in punch. Blushing, she drained her cup, refilled it, and drained it again trying to hide her embarrassment. tartara He grinned charmingly as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry 'bout that Sylve." Actually, he didn't feel that bad about it. Well, he did, but he didn't. "Guess I was just excited. I'm so...so very glad that you're here. I've missed you so much." What was he saying? Something was wrong...very wrong. But it hurt to try and think now. It felt like it was being padded with wool. [chainedfaye] Sylve continued to blush, growing a deeper and deeper shade of red as he continued to speak. A warm tingly feeling was spreading through her normally cold body, making her shiver. "I've missed you too Yuki. Is it me or is it really really hot in here? " She started fanning herself. "Do you think we can go somewhere else maybe without so many"....hot gyrating bodies suddenly crossed her mind and she coughed. "...erm people?" Tartara He shook his head slowly. It made his chin bob as quite oddly, his neck felt like jello. "Not really...Unless you're talking about yourself." Did he really say that? He blushed a little, but oddly didn't care. Everything felt so nice. He took her hand, winking. "Yeah...I know a little spot." With that, he started to gently tug her hand as he walked back, grinning like a Cheshire cat. [chainedfaye] Sylve blinked, completely missing his come on. Hadn't she just said she was hot? What was he not listening? Slightly irritated, she followed but the movement made her head swim and she stumbled, falling into his arms. "Oh Yuki," she breathed "I always feel so safe in your arms." The hotter the ghost felt and the more her head spun, the less she felt like herself. tartara Not noticing her irritation, the male walked on as his sister unknowingly entered the scene. He turned just in time to catch her in his arms, making his smile grow even more. "You can always count on me sylve." He spoke softly, right before leaning down and claiming her warm lips. "I love you more then anything." With that, he snaked an arm around her waist to help keep her up before taking her into the forest.
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