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 Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:45 pm
Faris and Luis had gone to the park together but for the most part weren't really interacting nor watching each other though Luis was sitting on a bench at the playground itself but she was reading barely paying her child any mind. Why? She trusted her and had no reason not to trust her. Faris was now old enough to do and think for herself and if she really needed the Satyress the child knew where she was. It was a good arrangement for the most part and helped build independence.
Luis read her book while Faris played near a sandbox.
Somehow the young Gargoyle had gotten a hold of a stick and was swinging it about and fighting invisible enemies with a look of determination but the determined look was anything but grim since her lips were formed into a large smile that showed that she was having so much fun playing by herself though she wouldn't deny that having someone else there would be equally as fun. For now she had the playground to herself and she would make do.
It was somewhere in the afternoon where it would start to climb toward evening hours and thus Faris had more energy than she had earlier in the day where she wanted to do nothing but nap.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:10 pm
Michael had managed to haggle - nay, he had begged - for the afternoon away from the store. The park wasn't a hop skip and jump from where his mom could find him in case of emergency, or vice versa (though Michael wasn't about to think of it like that). And now that the weather resembles something of a nice spring day, he finds himself yearning for the great outdoors more and more.
He hops into the sand with a satisfying thump. The face on his .. face.. projects his usual fallback, the Leave it to Beaver-ish boy, and right now, he's grinning ear to ear. He charges forward, slowed by the sand, and the face jerks to TV snow with the noise of static, changing channels into the grizzled face of a cowboy.
"Meanwhile, back at the ranch.." Michael says, in a slight accent and almost nailing the ol' west speech. He comes to a stop when he notices the Gargoyle child not far from him. You can literally see the thought process in the boy as his cowboy projection stops dead on the screen. A playmate!
"Howdy!" he calls out, losing some of the ol' cowboy voice in trying to shout.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 2:47 am
She was in the midst of doing a rather impressive twirl swipe with her weapon of choice when something caught her attention and then addressed her. Faris so badly wanted to investigate this anomaly that had made their home in the sad that she stumbled out of her spin and made her way trotting toward it with wide interested eyes. She crouched and coiled her tail around her feet while her head canted to the side, "Hao-dee? What is a Hao-dee?" she queried curiously her stick had been dropped on the ground near her feet for now. She wondered briefly how the heck this person could breathe. She couldn't see how they could, "Iz'at a hat?" Faris asked curiously, without meaning to be rude or malicious with her line of question at all.
Pause, pause, maybe she should give out her name. She wiped the palm vigorously against the side of her jeans and offered her hand up for a shake, "I y'am Faris!"
The Gargoyle figured the quicker they got formalities out of the way the quicker they could play or she could continue to ask questions!
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 6:38 am
Michael dips his head. He's gotten better at not completely falling over when doing this, but he wobbles a little under the sudden shift in weight. "Howdy's a greetin, darlin', from any sort of a' cowboy folk terms."
He straightens up and rattles on the side of his head, the fleshy plastic finding a medium for the sound it would make from the tapping; it rings out a little hollow, but in a muffled sort of way. "Sadly, this, lady Faris, is ma' head."
The screen snows a little on the face of a very chiseled, gruff man wearing a cowboy hat. Of what little you can see in the background, between the small screen size and the screen snow, there seems to also be visible a horse drawn carriage and a tavern front.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 2:56 am
Faris watched the boy with the television head as he moved about instinctively she moved a bit closer in case she needed to help him for it was within her nature to help others if they seemed as if they would have trouble. When he explained what this 'Hao-dee' was she nodded in comprehension, "Hao-dee, Hao-dee, Hao-dee!" she giggled lightly as the foreign word passed her lips.
She was called a lady which was rare enough since most called her a boy but she found that she didn't mind, most others she gave a disapproving glare but she liked this boy! He was fun and had a neat head so she would forgive him, "Oh! I sees. Sorta likes I hases the wingses and the hornses and stuffs!"
Faris could totally accept that.
She watched the 'face' change with a bit of wonderment, "What kin'a face i'zzat?"
The young Gargoyle had never seen any sort of Cowboy or Western film before!
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:39 pm
Michael, in a rare inspired stint, fuzzes up his face screen and, with really difficult amounts of concentration, manages to spew out a fuzzy picture of a black and white western. The scene is in the desert, mid chase on horse back, and a cowboy wrangles up a thief before the picture cuts short.
It's a few seconds of snow and loud fuzz noise before Michael manages to get his face back. He shakes his heavy head and makes a "burruh!" sound before getting a handle on himself again. He needs to plug himself in for a long rest after that!
"That there's a western, missy!" he explains, once again standing tall, widening his stance as if he's sat on a horse his whole life and his legs formed to it. "They dun have stone archi-teckchur like uhhh.." Michael skims through his knowledge databank (thanks to many, many hours of the Discovery and History channels, his favourites!) to try and place the right word of what Faris is. He remembered a feature on Notre Dame but can't for the life of him remember the word gargoyle. He shrugs it off.
".. like your type!" He leans in next to Faris. His looks to and fro as if someone's going to listen in on their conversation. "But don't worry, lady, I'm the rootin' tootin' toughest there is, and I'll POW POW anyone who tries to mess with ya!"
At the sound effects, Michael jerks up with each pow, overacting every motion. His projected face grins at his playmate.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:10 am
The Gargoyle watched with fascination at the boy's screen-face as it changed to the Western and her mouth formed a small 'o' in amazement as her pupils grew, much like a cat's, in her excitement. Thanks to this the boy got away with calling her a girl or even treating her like one. Thanks to just being a generally awesome individual he could probably get away with murder. Faris tilted her head to the side as she watches the boy after the brief show and blinked, "Ya okies?" she queried in concern. He didn't have to do that just to entertain her if it hurt him! Oh nooo!
"Ohh! I wanna watch more when I gets home. Looks funs and awesomes yis!" She giggled a bit as she reached up and clapped her hands. It was action packed and interesting and she could totally get into it she just knew it. Faris watched the boy and giggled a bit, "I'mma gargoyle," she said simply, she'd seen some like herself on a cartoon show! She wanted to be just like the one named Goliath! He was awesome and strong, no one messed with him!
Well, they did for plot reasons, but still he was a leader and awesome.
Faris giggled at the boy and nodded, "I'll do the same for yous! Cause I decided that yer mah friend! Just nows!"
All her friends got the protection of the Gargoyle girl.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 5:17 pm
"Awesome!" Michael pipes up, giving his projected face a grin. He turns around and something swishes behind him - a tail! Or rather, a plug!
"Don't you worry about me hurting myself. Alls I need's a good charge up at the ol' cowfolk corral with this!" Okay, so the plug is way too modern for the period he's trying to portray, but the boy tries to stay sharp as nails while in character, like someone who is constantly doing improv.
"Gargoyles! Well, Faris, you're the darn prettiest I've seen. Do you have a place you sit and protect, or are you some sort of free range 'goyle?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 3:56 am
Faris blinked a bit at the swishing of the thing behind Michael and giggled a bit behind her hands, "Ohs! Okays, that's awesomes! So you don't sleeps like peoples do? You jus' um...Charges up?" she asked curiously as she spread her wings a bit giving them a good stretch.
At the compliment she blushed deeply and laughed a bit and shifted her shoulders, "Not that pretties, I'm not like pretty like girls are," she murmured bashfully. Faris shifted a bit in place at the question and blinked, "I protect mah home ors I protect mah friends but I nevers just sits there and waits for trouble to hit. Gotta be on the look out always, always, always!"
She liked the boy thus far! He had a fun head and a funny tail that lets him charge up!
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