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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:01 pm
 Quote: Stitch Witch: Clothing making you look better than they used to? That old coffee maker working better than it has in years? Sophie may be to blame. As a Stitch Witch, she can talk life into objects and give them simple tasks, like asking a shirt to make someone look slimmer or making that stubborn blender stop trying to shoot stuff onto the ceiling.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:05 pm
  (The lady. ;D)
Name: Mrs. Sophie Pendragon ( Jenkins, when in Wales )
Stage: Teenager
Status: Married (Guess who?)
Children: Morgan (son)
Family: Lettie & Martha (sisters), Fanny (Step-mother)
Personality: Dutiful, kind, and considerate, Sophie also has a tendency to be impulsive in her actions and often feels guilty when she does something wrong, though her attempts to rectify matters are usually disastrous.
Brief history: When Sophie's father died, her family was left in debt. While her sister's went off to apprentice, as the oldest, Sophie stayed in the hat stop their father ran. Due to a serious of events Sophie was transformed into an old woman by the Witch of the Waste. Then she came to be a cleaning lady for the charismatic Wizard Howl; the man who was rumored to eat the hearts of beautiful women!
And then- Wait, what? The story still isn't over? What do you mean she's a kid again? -slaps a script on the table- Thats it! I'm out of here. Call me when it's time for a real 'happily ever after'.
"Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all." ~ Howl
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 7:20 am
 Full name: Adrian De Launey
Married to: Lyoko
Biological children: Deirdre and Kaito
Speices: Vampire (King A.K.A Baddest of the Mofo's.)
Age: 238
Body: An extremely tall, boney man with attractive qualities and gaunt skin.
Hair: Pale blonde cut in a modern style; has natural wave to it.
Eyes: Bright blue w/silver swirls
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Country of Origin: France
Personality: A very restrained individual with a gullible disposition.
History: Adrian lived under his Aunt's care with his younger brother after his mother's death. When his father remarried, he no longer wanted reminders of his past and disenherited his only living heirs. Or rather, he tried. Since his second wife bore only a daughter, upon his death Adrian took control of the estate and became Lord.
On a holiday trip to England, Adrian was approached by a dark man with an ever darker propisition. When he was refused, the man attacked Adrian in a fit of rage and transformed him into the monster he is today.
Because of the blood running thruogh his veins is of the most ancient stalk, Adrian was given the title of his master; King. He protects the sacred book of Vampiric Law; a tome which has been past down from King to King and holds the secrets to turn even the simplest of fledgings into Lucifer himself.
Physical notifications: Due to his blood, his fangs are twice as long as a normal vampires, thus appearing fully extended at all times, as are his claws.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 7:24 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:09 pm
 Child -> Teen
- 2 Month Waiting Period (December 27th - February 27th)
- 5 Journal Entries - One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
- 8 Playdates - Howl, Axel, Howl (2), Eve, Sammi/Reiya, Cookie, Jaella/NPC, & Loki
- 5 Open Playdates (As an exchange accounted for by Thali: XXX) One & Two (Howl(3)/Leyla & Kaito)
- Meeting with Darcy, Aaron, or Jaella - Initial summoning
Teen -> Adult
- 2 Month Waiting Period (January 1st - March 1st)
- 12 Journal Entries
- 16 Playdates
- 8 Open Playdates
- Meeting with Darcy, Aaron, or Jaella
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:31 pm
The sunshine filtering in through the large, bay windows glistened off Sophie’s scissors as she snipped a length of ribbon. Her room, though in the servants’ quarters, was large and spacious when not filled to the brim with hats. She sat near her desk, a little step stool set up next to her chair as she gussied up a blue bonnet. “You’ll married to royalty someday,” she mused. “As soon as I find a bow, you’ll turn heads!”
She picked up a little gold bow and attached it to the side. Looking back on it, the plain girl smiled. “Perfect.” The bonnet seemed to glow. Though it was rather simple, the detail was grand and it seemed to be beaming in the sunlight. When she was bored, Sophie reverted back to old habits and that included talking to her hats. “I saw Howl yesterday.” She said to a witty bowler hat. “Can you believe he’s lost his heart again?”
It didn’t seem fair that after all the work she put into getting it back for him that it was gone again. “I guess I’ll just have to have another journey, won’t I?” She grinned. “He already said we could make a new castle. I wonder if he’ll let me pick the design? Probably not. He’ll want it to be all his idea.”
The child hopped off her seat, his boots clipping on the stone floor. When she looked up, she caught herself in the floor length mirror Adrian had set up and frowned. There were feathers in her hair and smudges on her dress. She grabbed a bandana off the desk and pulled her hair back. “At least you look your age!”
When she turned to leave, Sophie saw another maid, a young girl named Gertie, leaving her room across the hall. She waved and Gertie came over. “Been workin’ hard, lass?” The older girl peeped into Sophie’s room and gasped. “It’s like a hat shop in here!”
“That’s the idea.” She said proudly. “Would Adrian let me open one up? We could sell hats or flowers! Everyone loves flowers in spring time.”
Gertie laughed and ruffled Sophie’s hair before reaching for her hand. “We’ll ask him later. Figures that you get the biggest room in the wing and you turn it into a shop! “
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:40 pm
Dearest Journal,
I’m a father again. No, Lyoko did not have another child. Rather, I’ve adopted. She’s a little human girl named Sophie who is driving me out of my mind. She calls my spending frivolous! I tried to spoil her like the twins, but she won’t have a bit of it.
The only time she was ever really happy with one of my gifts is when I gave her a flower garden. My family cannot enjoy the flora during day’s light, but she can, and it had more of an effect on her than I thought. For the first time since I’ve known the girl she acted like a child.
I haven’t told my wife about her. Truth be told, I’m afraid. Days go by that I fear I’ll be caught, but she hasn’t said anything yet. And it would be a lot easier to hide Sophie if she wasn’t as nosy as she was. I tell her not to open locked doors, turn my back, and there she is with the keys.
And speaking of strange, I’ve had an old type writer for years that I kept in the back of my study. It misses, so I prefer to use my ink and quill, but she did something to it, I know this because when I went to use it it worked like new. Same goes with our mops, cars and just about anything that needs a spit shine. Why, even the maids uniforms look flattering!
It’s a little creepy. But, stranger things have happened and I should be thankful she doesn’t talk to flies.
Sincerely,
Monsieur Adrian De Launey
First son of Lord Oden De Launey
King of the Realm of Night
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:30 am
Abdullah: "Tell me about this Wizard Howl of yours."
Sophie: "He's the best wizard in Ingary or anywhere else. If he'd only had time, he would have defeated that djinn. And he's sly and selfish and vain as a peacock and cowardly, and you can't pin him down to anything."
Abdullah: "Indeed? Strange that you should speak so proudly such a list of vices, most loving of ladies."
Sophie: "What do you mean, vices? I was just describing Howl. He comes from another world entirely, you know, called Wales, and I refuse to believe he's dead!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 8:01 pm
In which a stitch witch meets a firey boy namedAxel.
In which a vampire meets a wizard.
Eve & Sophie go berry picking while a vampire chats with a dark elf.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 8:12 pm
Dearest Journal,
Recently my sister allowed me to borrow a copy of ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ and I found out that not only is my ward an adult woman, she comes from a book.
A book, for Christ’s sake!
Oh, I could have died. Naturally I read the next in the series and the news mounted. Not only is she married to this Wizard, she has a child by him. Imagine that! When I look at her, all I see is a child. It’s hard for me to grasp that a girl who looks no more than a few years older than my twins has already led a full life.
Worse yet, I fear that Sophie is reverting to old habits. At first she approached me about opening a hat shop and now she wants flowers. Oh, but they have to come from the Wastes. Lisa says she’s mentally replaying everything to deal with the shock of being turned into a child, and I hope she’s right.
I’ve done my snooping on this ‘Howl’. Seems that when he came here, he was physically younger than Sophie and the longer he stayed, the worse his memory became. When she came back, he was fine. I hope this means that she will indeed keep hers, but what shall I do if she doesn’t?
……
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Howl has a father, yes? I shall contact this man and ask him how he dealt with it. Yes, a family visit is in order.
Sincerely,
Monsieur Adrian De Launey
First son of Lord Oden De Launey
King of the Realm of Night
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:56 pm
Sophie padded up the stairs out of the servants quarters and only the main landing. The clock chimed 1 in the hall, banging eerily off the walls of the empty hall. She yawned, stretching her arms out above her head as she looked around. “Where is everyone? Usually there are at least a couple people around.”
She decided not to dwell on it. Her child sized body was asleep more often than it was awake, and she was already yawning. “A glass of milk and off to bed. That is, if there is any! Just because they don’t need food, doesn’t mean I should starve.”
After she was situated at the table with her milk, Sophie began to drink in silence when Adrian came in. He looked at her, smiled, and joined the girl at the table. “You should be in bed.”
“You should be working.” She retorted.
He sighed and kicked back in the chair, crossing his booted shoes at the ankle on top of the table. “Good point. Lisa’s covering for me. I was going to spend the night with Lyoko, but it looks like she’s got better things to do.” Adrian frowned, “You?”
Sophie wanted to point out that she hadn’t agreed to any terms, but the look on his face said she’d better start talking. “I couldn’t sleep. I kept dreaming of Abdullah.”
“Abdullah? Don’t tell me you’ve replaced Howl so quickly.”
“No! It’s nothing like that. “ She held her class between her hands and took a big drink. “You see, when I was pregnant with Morgan this big monster stole my castle!” Adrian snorted. “It’s true! Ask Howl, he’ll tell you, he tried to fight it. He had to turn me into a cat and send me away to keep from getting smooshed.”
“So how does Abdullah play into all of this?”
“Just wait a minute, will you? When I had Morgan, I was doing just fine taking care of him when this solider starts nosing around my den. He was with Abdullah, you know. He was the one who was nice to us, made sure we always had food, bathed us, and really went out of his way for us. Not Abdullah. I made him let me ride on his shoulders and from time to time to show him who was boss.”
She looked so smug at that moment that Adrian could have easily imagined her with red hair. “So, did he turn out alright in the end?”
“Oh yes.” She sighed. “Dreadfully romantic. He helped save us all from the Djinn- er, the monster and he set Howl free.”
“Wait, wait, wait. When was Howl captured?” To say Adrian was lost was an understatement. Not only was he painfully curious by this point, he was trying to put together pieces to a story at that only Sophie knew.
“When the castle was stolen.” Sophie pointed out. “Don’t you pay attention? I’m done, so I’m going to bed. Goodnight!”
Adrian’s mouth opened and closed like a fish.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 2:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 5:24 pm
Dearest Journal,
I have come to a conclusion.
Females are weird.
Their bi-polar, vicious creatures that masquerade themselves as enchanting. I’ve always known about Lyoko’s darker side, even my own Deirdre has own (albeit she doesn’t mask it well), but I never expected Sophie to have one.
How wrong I was.
Two nights ago I woke to find her talking on the phone to Howl and when she hung up, I asked her what he was doing. She was so upset! Said he’d been talking about another girl the entire time. Naturally, I made a comment about him not being worth her time and she snapped at me!
She told me I didn’t know what he was like; that he may be vain, fickle and a coward but his heart (when he had it) was the biggest she’d ever seen. Then she stormed off. I thought it was the end of that, but when I woke up last night I found out that it wasn’t.
My coffin lid was super glued down, there was a three foot ring of honey around it and all of my clothing was cut into shreds. Even the doors were ordered to open for anyone but me!
When I asked her what was wrong she told me I was insane and that everything was fine. With a smile even.
Females. Pft.
Sincerely,
Monsieur Adrian De Launey
First son of Lord Oden De Launey
King of the Realm of Night
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 5:50 pm
Dust gathered in like a cloud around Sophie as she sat motionless for an hour. Her mouth was twisted up in a frown as she pondered and pondered over a sheet of paper. Lisle had said that the best way to express your feelings was through poetry. That would be easy, right?
“Grrr, stupid pen.” The stitch witch bit the end of it with a huff. “You’re supposed to have good ideas.”
Irritably, she wrote down;
Eyes like a jewel,
Hair like the sun,
You’re as cool as a pool.
“No, no, no!” She wadded up the paper and tossed with the others into the trash can. Why wasn’t this easy?
Sophie picked up a book on poetry and flipped through, pausing on a passage. “French is the language of love. Adrian speaks French, and Lyoko is happy…..most of the time.” Granted, it wasn’t a fool proof plan, but at the very least if Howl thought it was a good poem simply because he couldn’t read it she would be satisfied.
Happy with renewed vigor, Sophie set out to try one last time.
Monsieur, embrasse-moi, baise-moi, serre-moi,
Haleine contre haleine, échauffe-moi la vie,
Mille et mille baisers donne-moi je te prie,
Amour veut tout sans nombre, amour n'a point de loi.
With a smile, she leaned back and shut the book. “He’ll never know I copied.”
(( Translated here. ))
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