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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 1:36 pm
Patrick was sitting idly on the fountian in that lovely gardens, draped in tight leather pants, matching boots and ...well, there was no shirt. Those n****e rings were highly visible. It was supposed to be winter and he wasn't quite sure why he was shirtless....
But he was.
"Ah well," Came the low drone of his voice, fingers rising up to touch that little cloud of a black and blue child ghost, clutching its wand above it. "It's still a pretty day out, isn't it, Yashima?" His voice was still a murmur, grinning at the little cloud hovering above him.
"You seem like a quiet spirit, Yashima. You're quiet like I wish Iamel would be."
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 1:50 pm
D wandered through the gardens, getting accostomed to carrying a wand with fur and fang with him. He still didn't understand why this had something to do with him, but who was he to question Ianna?
She said he had to take care of this wand, then he would, no questions asked. Still, he couldn't help but worry about what would come of this. A few days ago he'd been handed a glass jar, told to put something in it, and help save a fae. Strangely enough, his little glowstick child (mixed with some Kool-Aid by accident) actually worked.
The little blue and red one, Cheylir, had stayed home with one of his coworkers watching the little guy. Today though, he'd gone out, and decided to bring the wand with him. There was something comforting about being with the . . . wand.
Would it really change into a being? Would it really grow up into a second chance for someone?
Who knew. Still, he was hardly read for Cheylir, so what was he going to do when (if) this thing changed?
Take care of it, surely, but was he really ready to be considered a father figure? He hardly was used to wearing a suit-and-tie everyday, much less being labeled "Daddy".
Making his way through the serent gardens, he hesitated as he rounded the bend, finding another being there. He'd met him - briefly - earlier. Hadn't he? Maybe. D couldn't remember, he'd been too rushed, shocked and overwhelmed by everything happening to really put down faces or names.
He almost turned away, in case the man wanted to be alone, but he took a double take when his gaze caught Yashima. Huh. So he was like him, a wand guardian (or whatever they were now labeled).
Approaching, he offered a friendly, small smile. "Don't mind me," he hastily explained, not wanting to inerrupt their moment. He'd keep walking, really, but his eyes lingered on the little wisp of the wand.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 2:36 pm
Patrick was...more then pleased to be pulled away from his musings on the wand, his newly moved-into-a-house status and...Mordread giving him jewelry. It was all so very new to him.
Somehow, it was all a lot more shocking and jolting then becoming a father of five within two months was. A little bird boy, a small horse girl, a wand, a meerkat and an anthroish science project bird girl. Sooo many things and they were all less jolting then moving and getting a house and a piece of jewelry.
Yes, he was glad to be jerked away from those thoughts, blinking up at that man and letting a small smile cross over those dark features. His piercings, ever so bright, glittered in the suns rays in ways that a human really shouldn't... Oh, the glory of abnormal body mutilation.
"No issue... It's nice to have company outside of Foxbaby here." His head nodded to the little hovering bit of black and blue, the ghostly tail flickering a few times. "We've met before? Once, right? With Ianna and them?"
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