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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 2:35 pm
This is a private RP between: Malo and Bigsby
Where: Diamonds
What's happening: Malo and Bigsby end up scrappin' in Diamonds.
It was common knowledge that Malo had a severe sweet tooth but this was ridiculous. The little pest had cleared a whole plate of sweet rolls and a platter of tarts on his own, flakes of pasty lining his little mouth, glued on by jams and jellies.
The Litwick had been turned loose for today as a treat for behaving when Preston was busy the other day. He had been taken by horse to the massive hedge maze and dropped off at the lovely tea party in the middle.
He had already consumed three cups of tea and all the pastries he could get his hands on. And now it was time for fun! He stumbled out of his chair, his belly pudgy from all the treats he had eaten. Though he was full, he picked up a cupcake from the plate before him.
Malo began to scope for the perfect target for his next practical joke.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:00 pm
The clatter of teacups on saucers and the gentle laughter of high society, punctuated only by dainty fingers lifting dainty tea-time treats to dainty lips, filtered down to Bigsby, who sat beside his surrogate father, Philip, on a tiny chair that had been brought out specially for him. Every now and again, Philip reached down and stroked his son softly on the neck, twirled a soft spiral of his already-messy blue hair around his finger, readjusted the boy's hat, but Bigsby was oblivious to the roserade man's constant affection. To keep his son quiet, Philip had spiked the phanpy boy's tea with just a little bit of whiskey & cream, and Bigsby sat back with a bit of a silly grin pulled across his face, willfully ignoring the conversation, just enjoying his vision swimming.
With a happy little sigh, Bigsby swiveled his head on a meandering course to gaze to his left. Into his vision drifted a little white-clad boy with a grin on his face and a cupcake in his hand and mischief planned that Bigsby couldn't come close to picking up on. He just saw the smile on the little litwick's face, and somewhere deep down, he felt pretty confident that this was a new friend to be had.
Bigsby was about to say something, to hail the new boy hello, but only made it to a little wave of his wobbly-fobbly hand before the bubbles that floated all around the litwick became suddenly hilarious, and when the phanpy opened his mouth, it wasn't words that came out, but a gaggle of giggles. Little stars were exploding in his head, and this boy was beyond funny. He'd already forgotten about the cupcake.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:16 pm
Malo turned sharply when he heard the giggle and that devious smile sliced his face in two.
The phanpy was very dapper looking, Malo thought. He also didn't seem to be in a proper mindset and he was already laughing! What a bizarre little guy. He would be the perfect victim.
Malo approached slowly and waved the ethereal fire back and forth as he drifted lazily in his flight path. The other's half-attempt at waving was met by Malo's own and he flipped around and around, dropping some cupcake frosting and sprinkles into an elder's tea. The decrepit old man didn't seem to notice as he took another sip.
Malo reached Bigsby and landed on the table before him. "Hi!" he said, the cuppycake now behind his back. He had a friendly glow to his golden eyes.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:35 pm
Bigsby had been following the litwick boy's movement, making slow, deliberate motions, his head feeling a little too light, like if he turned it too hard or too fast it might just... pop off and fly away. His giggles had ebbed to just a tiny collection sounds that emanated from his chest, rather than his mouth, but this thought brought up a fresh wave of laughter. He stared dumbly up at the Litwick when he landed on the table before him; a strange place to land, to be sure, and Philip noticed too. But when the litwick addressed his son, he gave Bigsby a little shake and said, softly, “This nice little boy just said hello to you, Bigsby! What do you say back...?”
Bigsby, in a stupor, finally opened up his mouth, and out poured gentle, slightly slurred words.
“Hey, hey, heyo...!” said Bigsby, his chest the only part of him but for his eyes that moved. “How d'y'do!” He raised a hand, slowly, to scratch at his face, missed, readjusted the hand's course and finally found his own cheek. The well-manicured fingernails, a few hints of dirt already appearing despite Philip's best efforts, pulled at the skin of his cheek.
Suddenly, a rumble in Bigsby's tummy, as he gazed again to the cupcake. “That's lookin' mighty tasty!”
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 3:10 pm
Malo's eyes roved for a fast escape route in the event this giddy child didn't like his joke as much as Malo did. There was an easy opening into the hedge maze and nothing blocked the sky, so the litwick could hover away if he chose to. That would be enough.
He nodded curtly to Philip, but remained focused with that cool, eery smile widening still across his lips. He stepped to a better spot, the china rattling under his feet. He giggled at the greeting, then knelt so they were at eye level.
"This cupcake? Yea, it is really really yummy. I actually came over to give it to you!" His eyes widened and he tried to choke back laughter. "Here you go!" He moved fast, smashing the pink and green iced cupcake against Bigsby's lips and nose. The creamy pastry went everywhere, exploding to the Phanpy's cheeks.
"Enjoy!" Malo burst, laughing his little wick off. He tried to float up and out of the other's range as quickly as he could.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 6:26 pm
Bigsby, in his stupor, was halfway to thinking the little litwick boy would feed him the cupcake by hand. Wouldn't have minded it, either; his hands felt silly, like they were little birds trying to fly away whenever he lifted his arms, and little birds didn't like to grab cupcakes. He'd even opened his mouth to accept it, his own befuddlement actually working to his advantage, at least partially, when the pastry had come crashing into his upper lip, sending half the frosting into his mouth, and the other half splattering up onto his cheeks, below his nose, and into the air. The tiniest fleck of green dotted his hat, the single article of his clothing affected, but he didn't notice.
No, Bigsby didn't quite process anything that had happened at all. Absently, the old wobbly-fobbly mano going up to his cheek to explore just what the hell covered his face. He held the hand out, in front of his face, while chewing and swallowing the mouthful of cake and frosting he already had. He immediately had a taste of the frosting on his hands once he was able, and wiped his face clean in short order.
“'At WAS tasty!” He smiled and laughed at the already retreating form of the litwick, able to appreciate the silliness even in his semi-aware state. “You got me!”
Then, in a compulsive gesture, Bigsby removed his hat and inspected it. Noticed the fleck of green. Stopped laughing.
“... Now you've got yourself a scrap on your hands!” Bigsby yelled, stumbling out of the chair, rolling once, then staggering back to his feet. He took several bounding steps after the litwick, swinging wildly, connecting none of them, before crashing bodily into the tinier boy, tumbling and laughing crazily.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 7:53 pm
Malo giggled and stopped trying to escape so quickly. The phanpy was a good sport! He loved good sports! He stopped and bobbed in the air, laughing loudly and clapping his hands.
"A good cupcake indeed! Perhaps another one with satiate your hunger!" He stopped laughing, listening.
"A...scrap?" he looked at his hands. "We give our scraps to the royal dogs. They really- WOAH!"
He backed up at the swings and dove from side to side, then squealed as he was knocked to the ground, grass staining his white cloak. He rolled around and laughed loudly as they came to a stop by the hedges, the phanpy on top, pinning the litwick.
"You're really strong!" Malo said, grinning wide. "But I'm stronger than you!" He turned his head and laid his long tongue along Bigsby's hand, in an effort to make him let go. "Blahhhhhh...." he mumbled, leaving a long trail of saliva.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:40 am
Bigsby's whole world turned to blur at about the moment the little litwick boy attempted to dive to the side, because that was when Bigsby connected, oblivious to the smaller boy's attempted to dive out of the way, barreling on like a juggernaut. His shoulder bumped right into the boy's white-swathed chest, and then they were down, rolling on and on across the green, stopping only once they'd reach the bushed, and only then because Bigsby had ended up on top, looking down at the little tricky.
And then... he didn't know where to go. This was as far as he'd ever gotten, just to pinning his play-opponent down, before he'd either been thrown off, lifted off by Philip, or otherwise removed. So he stared down at the little litwick, his vision swimming, until the boy... licked his hand?! For the love of-- ”Whatch'yez DOIN' to me?” Bigsby exclaimed, lifting the wet hand off of Malo's shoulder. The sudden motion, though, threw the tipsy little child off balance, and he went tumbling off of the litwick, landing with a thud on his back next to his foe.
His hand immediately went to his head, and, after a moment of exploration, Bigsby mumbled, ”Oh, where's me hat?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:47 pm
Malo's mouth oozed horribly until he was able to squirm free of the other's weight. He didn't get halfway when the other fell to the grass and was looking up at the sky.
The playful joker of a Litwick didn't fly away. Instead, he stood over the other and grinned widely down at him. "I was just making you let me up! Its fun because no-one ever suspects it." At the mention of the hat, he picked it up from a few feet away, where it had rolled off the phanpy's scalp.
Dusting the lovely chapeau off, he put it on his own head and put his finger under his nose, like a moustache. "Ohhohohoh. What a frivolous foppery of fansmic proportions. With this hat donned on my head I shall achieve elder knowledge...no, super knowledge. Wait...I SHALL ACHIEVE INGERIAL KNOWLEDGE!" He'd heard preston talk about elephant knowledge before.
To the little one, Imperial and ingerial were the same.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:42 pm
Bigsby stared up at the sky a little while longer, a bit of wooziness springing up in his stomach as the sky spun behind the little litwick boy. He hadn't eaten enough today, and now he felt a little queasy on top of everything else. He groaned and rolled his head back and forth on the grass, clenching his eyes to shut out the sight of the grinning litwick, most hated foe, and wiped the buckets of drool off of his hand onto the grass. Really, too much drool for one child to produce, almost a worrying quantity. With his hand dry, Bigsby sat up and shook his head, his heavy ears flopping as he cleared his head. With a final monumental effort, he rocked himself back to his feet.
Bigsby had to restrain himself from charging at the litwick a second time at the sight of the smaller one wearing his beloved top hat, and making a mockery of it, at that. Instead, he stomped forward toward the little boy, and snatched his hat off the top of the boy's head while he was in the middle of his act, a fierce look painted on his face.
”I dunno watch'ye sayin',” he slurred, placing the hat back upon his own head while speaking, ”But 'dis is MY hat, and don't you'z touch it.” The hat was his prized possession, an article made with care by his Papa, and it'd be the DAY when he'd let anyone take it from him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:03 pm
Malo paused and stared in mid-tableaux as the other snapped at him and his face fell into a frown. He twiddled his fingers as the other claimed territory over the hat.
"okay!" he tittered softly. "I'm sorry. Its just a lovely hat. I couldn't help myself and I wassss going to give it back." He was smiling and being loud again."Where'd you get such a nice hat? Can I have one too?"
He flipped as he spoke, then paused and reached down, picking up a shelled walnut. He put it on his head, the flame burning though it but never igniting it.
"Look! This is my hat." He wasn't mocking, so much. He just didn't particularly care about other's possessions.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:43 pm
With a final few adjustments and flicks to dust it off, Bigsby let his hands drop from his hat and fall to his sides, unsure of what to do with them now. He tried gripping at his pant legs, searching for pockets, until he remembered that he didn't have any, and decided on crossing his arms instead, biting his cheek and trying not to look too hard into the litwick boy's face. He'd been mean without realizing it, and it was an atrocious feeling, to be sure. He looked around, to the tea party, which had already turned away from the spectacle, Papa having long since grown exasperated and gone back to his tea, to the hedges stretching all around, until finally he looked back to the boy again, who'd now placed a nut upon his head.
He tried to bite back a giggle, but was unable, and little streams of laughter slipped out. ”S'a nice hat, suits ya!” he exclaimed, all of his previous anger already gone. He reached out and slapped the litwick on the shoulder.
”S'not yer fault 'bout the hat, either. I just don't like people touching it.” Bigsby touched the hat affectionately, then went on to play with his ears, tugging lightly back and forth between them. ”My Papa makes hats, and he made this'un for me special. Lotsa people at the tea party are wearing his hats, too! You'se can buy one from him too, I'll bet.” Philip's hats were always in high demand, but maybe Bigsby could talk to his Papa...
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:57 pm
Malo giggled. "Thanks! I like this hat a lot more, anyway. It lets me know when my flame's dimming!" He looked on the ground as the other glanced all over the place, looking for more little hats for his puppets and maybe Preston, but only found the grass blades presently.
Malo almost hiccuped at the friendly slap on the shoulder. He didn't know it was a gesture, so he returned the slap with one of his own, weak from his lack of arm strength. He looked at the other's ears and that delighted smile came back. "Your ears are really big. Bet you're really good at hearing." It was an idle comment. "I bet you'd be good at hide-and-seek-chase-me."
At the comment about the hat, he blushed. "Oh...well...Preston wouldn't like it if I bought something without asking him. But maybe next time!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 2:45 pm
Bigsby grinned at the reciprocated bump on the shoulder from Malo, taking it as a token of understanding between the two that no hard feelings remained over the tackle. The force of the slap, though, threw Bigsby again off-balance, and he rocked sharply on his feet, throwing his arms out for balance, trying as hard as he possibly could just to stay upright, and still failing. He sat down hard in the grass again, and let out a little woosh of breath as his left hand went back to his ear, playing with the cuffed piercing that had been with him since birth.
”Not really s'great at hearing, but I can still hear yez loud and clear,” Bigsby mused, as well as an infant can, scratching an out-of-the-way spot near the base of his ear now, contemplating the boy's question. The gears in his head nearly smoked as they ground through the complex mental acrobatics and a perplexed look crawled across his face.
”I don't know any hide-and-seek-chase-me, just reg'lar hide-and-seek. And 'asides, I can't fly, that ain't no fair.” He pointed all around the tea-party... but in the air, indicating the ample places amonst the tops of hedge to hide. Bigsby wasn't the sharpest, but he sure wasn't slow.
”You don't need to buy a hat right now, anyway. Lotsa people buy my Papa's hats, so you'd need to wait a while!” Bigsby beamed, proud of his father's venerated position as renowned milliner.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 2:54 pm
Malo giggled. "Its basically when you play hide and seek and then when you find the person hiding they have to run and get to the safety. But if you catch them, then you run and hide while the new seeker counts. Its more interesting."
He settled on the ground after flipping once or twice. Only his wick was talleer than Bigsby's head, but the hat was taller than the purple flame. He wondered what it'd be like if he had a hat twice as tall as Bigsby's. Maybe one as tall as Preston! That would be something else. He'd be the talk of the town and he bet he could be like the magician he saw and pull all sorts of things out of it.
He snapped out of it when he realized he was in la-la land and had been staring for a solid thirty seconds.
"I wouldn't fly and cheat! That'd be no fun at all! I'd much rather play fair and square. Promise!" His eyes shifted. He wasn't the best liar, being so young. The hats forgotten, he clapped his pale hands over his eyes. "I'll even let you hide first! And I-I won't peek!" He did peek, though. "So, how about it?"
As he spoke, a familiar horse- chestnut and tawny as a tree in the sunset, was galloping towards diamonds, its hooded rider struggling to keep his wings folded. Preston hadn't realized how late it had become in the day and that he'd have to hurry to get his young charge home by sunset.
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