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 Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 9:47 pm
She had been off to fetch some water for the poor sick Pae who was confined to his room when suddenly the boat began to thrash and their trip seemed to take a turn for the worst. What seamed peaceful was gone and in the next minute, Prisma found herself waking up on some beach, sand in her hair as she ran her fingers through her ponytails. "Oh my, what ever happened! The boat... its in pieces!" she gasped, picking herself up with the help of a few flutters of her wings as she landed on the sand, rubbing the back of her head. "Ow extremely! That was not a nice fall, not nice nice at all!" she sighed, glancing around her at the wreckage.
Odds and ends lay strewn about the beach. Several pieces of the ship, what seemed like wrecked belongings and even something shiny poking out of the sand a few ways off. Curious, Prisma started over yonder when something else caught her eye.
Another Pae. And not just any Pae! The poor sick fellow she was sent to fetch water for! "Oh no! No no, sicky sick should have been resting! This is not a place for him, no no!" she cooed in mild concern as she fluttered over to him and began to inspect him for any serious injuries.
[They have food, so do not need to search for any.]
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Seiana_ZI generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 3:44 pm
 What the--
Where in the hell was this? This was definitely not the bed he had been sleeping so peacefully in just a few ... hours ago? It was brighter now than it was then. This wasn't a bed at all. It was sand, and he wasn't on a blanket either, because the sand had gotten everywhere... like sand tended to do. That itched. Lisandru groaned, rolling over in an attempt to get some of the sand off.
Of course, that only put the sand in more places. Perhaps that wasn't the wisest decision he had made.
Where was his taipan?
Lisandru rolled over again, looking around for his wild soul companion. Oh, there he was. He was too lazy to directly get up and pick the companion up, so he instead reached back. His taipan made his way over and slithered onto his arm, unfortunately bringing more sand with him. Still, despite the itch that crawled all over his arms, it was nice to have his companion back. Just the presence of his wild soul was enough to bring him back into focus, leaving the shetani ready to ... process what had happened.
What was lying around him, anyway?
Were those ... pieces of ship?
His mind finally woke up, and Lisandru came to a sitting position, looking around. What had happened to the ship? Had it exploded? Where were they, anyway? Nothing looked familiar to him. This definitely was not the beach they were at yesterday.
That, though, was the fae he had seen yesterday.
s**t.
Sicky sick? Well, if they were stuck together for the moment, he could at least give the fretting femme his name. "Lisandru," offered Lisandru, warily, wondering how he got lucky enough to end up on a crashed cruise with a woman who was a bit too ... hyper for his understanding with no easy way back to a proper civilized shore. "You don't need to inspect me, that's okay..."
Please don't touch him.
[They have water that isn't salt water! So they don't need to search for any.]
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 5:34 pm
Oh! he had started to move! Great joy and spirits, he was alive! This was very much a relief to the overly happyderp Fae and she cooed more, clapping her hands as if Lisandru had just performed some amazing feat of magic. "Oh most wonderful Mister Lisandru Sir!" she gleed, her wings fluttering in time with her clapping that lasted for at least another minute or two.
It was only after she stopped and attempted to collect herself, did she notice just what it was he had been doing. Some sort of snake had crawled its way up his arm and nested their willingly. A small girlish squeal escaped her lips as she peered closer. "What is this?! Do you charm snakes extremely? You MUST teach me so!" she laughed, bouncing to her feet and dancing a bit before the pile of shinnies caught her attention again, bringing her back down to reality. "Mister Lisandru Sir, I think something is extremely wrong, extremely! Look at the ship, its in picey pieces!" she fretted for a change, skipping over to rummage through the wreckage.
She came across a canteen that seemed to be filled with water and she scooped it up, turning to show it to him. "I have found your water though! Soon you will be better better! Perhaps... it is not so bad?" she asked and tilted her head.
Now if only the rest of their problems could be solved just as easily.....
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 5:55 pm
...Mister ... Lisandru ... Sir?
"You can just call me Lisandru..." offered Lisandru, weakly, putting an arm up before gathering it back to his lips. He supposed there was no point. This woman seemed to do whatever she pleased--though what she pleased seemed to always have some level of hyperactive and bouncy attached to it. He observed that the more he sat there, the more bouncy she seemed to become. Did she have some kind of wind up switch...?
--And suddenly she was squealing and close.
"Gah!:" Lisandru fell a bit backwards in his attempts to back up from the thing that shocked him, having to smash his hands into the sand--ow--in order to not end up with even more sand in his hair. His taipan was mildly annoyed with this move, hissing unhappily in his ear at the sudden movements, but Lisandru ignored the taipan and instead focused on the faerie's question. Did he charm snakes ... extremely? Well, he didn't think he did it extremely ... nor did he really charm snakes, though he supposed that was barely relevant at this point, considering she was on to something else almost faster than he could really respond.
At least it came with her getting out of his face.
Yes, something was definitely ... extremely wrong extremely. He could figure that out by the fact that there was stuff from the ship strewn all over the place. "Yeah, the ship came apart somehow and we ended up here. We don't seem worse for wear besides for the amount of sand on us, though." At that, Lisandru grunted. His leg was a bit sore.
Water was nice though. And if she was offering it... well, he supposed he would take it. Perhaps it was not so bad ... no, it was as bad as it sounded. Perhaps they could find a way to make it easier, though.
"There's a lot of ship garbage in the area. Maybe we can find some other things." Lisandru managed to get to his feet, walking over to some of the debris.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 10:51 am
At the sudden realization of his words that the ship had... well... exploded... her eagerness died down a bit. Her face formed into a strange sort of quivering frown, as if she was trying hard not to but it was of no use. "Poor Ship ship.... Oh what about the others! What if they are hurt!" she fretted, her wings drooping ever so slightly as she bounced back over and handed him the water. "And you... not feeling well...." she paused, blinking at him and waiting for him to take the water.
She then glanced at him, for the first time really studying him. Then turned her head and looked at herself, almost twisting her entire torso around to try to look at herself from behind. "But we have wings, extremely! Perhaps, we can fly away?!" she thought, or at least fly to somewhere they could maybe find help... or the others? She tilted her head, the air inside churned with the force of a toddler blowing bubbles, her eyes sparkling as she stared out into the large expanse of water. "On second thought...." she pouted and set the canteen down next to him.
It looked like they may be stuck here for a while. But that was no matter! "I can make happy happy smoke signals!" she suddenly burst aloud, clapping her hands together. "Well.. more like puppets extremely... but someone will see them and come save us! You rest here, Prisma will help!" she cooed, skipping off to pick up pieces from the wrecked ship that she could possibly build a fire with.
Which was... anything and everything in between except wood.
She even managed to finally reach the pile of shinnies, which turned out to be nothing more than a few pieces of silverware. She laughed and dropped her pile and picked up two forks. "OH HOW PRETTY!" she exclaimed, dancing in a little circle before twining the forks into her hair, one for each piggy tail. "Do I look extremely?!!" she called back over to Lisandru, waved, and then went about trying to fetch anything that could possibly help them get rescued off this strange island.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 5:35 pm
"What about the others" was, admittedly, a good question. He very definitely did not see any others in the vicinity, and he knew there were just more than just him and Prisma on the cruise ship, even if he had been trying to avoid most of the other Pae'il.
Unfortunate that they seemed to be the only two here. Did anyone else survive?
This probably wasn't the time to ponder that, if Lisandru was sick or not. Even if no one else ... made it, they had, and Prisma had the right idea in that they needed to immediately think of ways to get out of there. Flight was a definite thought, and Lisandru stretched his wings in an attempt to get himself ready to take to the sky. He was about to do it despite Prisma deciding it wasn't a great idea, until he looked up and realized he ... likely was not going to get much of anywhere without injury.
Damn.
Choosing just to stay where he was, Lisandru nodded to Prisma. Happy happy smoke--whatever, smoke signals were a good plan ... or smoke puppets? What exactly was she saying? Well, either way, she'd be putting some distance back between them...
"Sure."
Good enough answer for Lisandru.
He sat himself back down, choosing to pick up the canteen and take a few sips of water. Until they had a reliable way to drink the saltier water, he probably shouldn't drink too much of this, right? Or was there some kind of water source nearby they could use?
-- What?
Did she look ... extremely...
How does one look--
"You look very extremely!" offered Lisandru, in return, deciding that if he couldn't beat it, he might-as-well go along with it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 6:48 pm
Prisma smiled at his compliment and went about collecting various things to try to start a fire. She even picked up the rest of the silverware, which included a spoon and a butter knife in addition to the two forks in her hair. Once she had collected a mass of items, she skipped back over and dropped them at Lisandru's feet with a loud clanking smash.
"Lookit, pretties!" she said as she picked up the spoon and knife and gestured to the forks in her hair. She handed them to him without asking, intent on not burning them because they were pretty and shiny. As for the rest of the stuff, she pondered a moment and stared at it. "Needs fire!" she declared loud enough for the rest of the island to hear... whoever else that may be. She certainly couldn't start fires.... or exactly knew how, so she stared at Lisandru instead, her eyes blinking hopefully.
"Does Mister Lisandru Sir know how to make fire? Or what to starty start some with extremely?" she asked, reaching up to twist one of the forks about in her hair almost like a child sucking its thumb. She couldn't make happy happy smoke puppets without some hotty hot fire! Seiana_ZI I am so sorry, I don't understand what part of my brain she lives in ;n;
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:48 am
Well, at least she seemed placated. That was good. Maybe if he just complimented the woman every time she said something that would get him out of this with his sanity in tact.
... Somehow, that sounded like advice he had heard about before with women ...
Lisandru was jolted out of his introspection by the sudden smash he heard in front of him, which was nearly enough to make him jump out of his skin--or at least his bracers. His brows lifted, though, and he was definitely some combination of incredibly nervous and, perhaps, flabberghasted. Why did she just drop everything in front of him like --
That was silverware. How was it pretties? It wasn't that helpful unless they saw something around they could actually eat--
Fire. Right, that was something he could concentrate on. Lisandru and Pae'il did not get along particularly well, but this one was definitely something special of her own right. He fidgeted, looking down at the pile she stuck in front of him, trying to determine if anything of it would easily start up. He didn't think he had any items on him that would easily do so, so if there was something in the pile that would do it.
"Are there any matches in there?" ventured Lisandru, leaning forward and glancing through the pile. "Or some kind of lighter? Or do we have any wood? Wood starts fire easily..." Well, it might be hindered if the wood was incredibly damp, but...
There had to be wood around here, right? Lisandru kept looking through what Prisma had picked up.
Fea Line I don't know either, but despite Lisandru's, "... why...," Prisma cracks me up. XDD
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 10:25 am
Wood... wood.... wood... uuh... "Trees!" she suddenly exclaimed, pointing yonder down the island. Islands had trees right....? And tree's had wood... if you could get one down. Oh Bugger. She couldn't cut a tree with a knife. And she doubted there was an axe laying around somewhere. She tilted her head and went back to searching, picking up any pieces of wood she could find whilst in search of an axe.... or a match... or lighter.
"Funny funny stuff here, others must like lots of things extremely." she mused to herself as she continued rummaging, occasionally reaching up to adjust the forks in her hair as she did so with a free hand. Once she had found enough stuff from the wreckage, she pranced back over to Lisandru.
"Look Mister Lisandru Sir! I have found wood extremely and this!" she beamed, presenting him with an armful of decent sized wood pieces, some a bit damp in places and a matchbook that was slightly worse for wear but seemed to hold a few matches inside. Judging by the amount of and also in it, it was a safe bet most of the matchbook contents ended up strewn about as a result from the ship exploding.
"And trees! Though I did not find a happy happy axe but mayhaps there is one somewhere else on the island!" she beamed, looking quite pleased with herself. It had yet to occur to her they may also need to look for shelter for a very long stay.... Seiana_ZI They are both making me laugh xD
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 12:04 pm
Yes, trees definitely had wood, but nothing in this pile provided him with an easy way to get the trees down. He would need some kind of saw to get them down before they were of any use.
Thankfully, the fae seemed to realize that and she was off again. Could he find something to do with the pile of stuff he had in front of him?
Wait, that was incredibly useful.
Eagerly, Lisandru dug out the fishing pole, looking over it. It was a bit damaged, but the important parts still worked. So close to the water, he could probably use this to fish out some fish without having to worry about if he was going to poison the faerie or not--after all, he did have other ways to kill fish, though those ways would not necessarily benefit anyone but him or his companion.
Speaking of his companion...
Turning to the taipan on his shoulder, Lisandru murmured, "Can you see if there's some kind of bowl in this pile?" The taipan wiggled its head a bit, which Lisandru took to mean yes, and he let the taipan down, letting him squirm through the pile as Prisma came back with yet more stuff. Wood was the first thing he noticed, and even though it was damp, he was relieved. Perhaps he could dry this out enough to start a fire.
And then he could cook the fish! Maybe even boil some water...
Food, water, what else could they possibly need? This was great. Besides for the overly enthusiastic and still getting too close to being touchy Prisma being there, Lisandru could manage like this. It was still better than it would have been living with his mother, right? No one was actually poking at him--
Wait. Lisandru groaned. Not so easy...
"Where are we going to sleep?"
Lisandru seemed to have realized their conundrum.
Fea Line XD Same. They'll manage... somehow.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 12:57 pm
Everything seemed to be chugging along smoothly extremely! Oh how wonderous it was, they would soon be saved! They had to be! Or at least they could lead a nice quaint life on the island....
Leave it to Prisma to already start daydreaming. "Maybe another boat will come crashy crash with more people and we can start our own island colony!" she giggled and clapped her hands, dancing around a bit before scooping up the spoon and knife and shoving them in her hair with the forks. She was going to keep these, even if they served no real purpose. She liked them far too much.
And then he mentioned sleep. All her happiness died once again and she looked perplexed and defeated. "Oh.. Prisma had not thought of that, no no...." she cooed to herself, twisting the silverware in her hair and glancing around again like a lost child who knew not where to put his thumb. "Mmm... maybe there is some place near by we can stay in. Like a cave! Or we can build a happy hut with sticks and leaves!" she giggled, her over enthusiasm returning as she clapped her hands again over her such 'brilliant' ideas.
Seiana_ZI Somehow ... xD Leave it to Prisma to find ways to turn this all into a giant game.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:10 pm
Lisandru definitely was not of the same live a nice quaint life on the island train of happy thoughts that she was. If there was one thing Lisandru knew, it was that he wanted off this island as soon as possible, even if it was somewhat more peaceful than being stuck with his mother. He would rather be back home... or back on the boat...
The second one was not really an option at all, though, considering the boat had exploded.
The idea of an island colony made Lisandru's eyes bulge a bit. No, not that. He wasn't here to create a new ... society with this woman. That was not the plan. The plan was to work with her and get out of here ... right? He thought that was her plan too, considering she thought of making that fire to get attention...
He'd take her getting deflated, though. The pout on her face showed that, perhaps, she was actually thinking for a few moments. Indeed, it seemed that she hadn't thought of that, and for a moment, Lisandru felt a bit smug. Ha. He ruined her forever happy-go-lucky demeanor. Good. Now maybe she would be less in his face--
Or not.
Well, that was a pleasant few seconds while it actually lasted.
"We probably should try not to move too far from where we are. We have a lot of useful resources here, like the water and the fish in it," offered Lisandru, scrunching up his nose. "So if we are going to use a cave, it better not be a particularly far one."
It would probably be better to build a shelter, as much as he internally winced at that thought. Maybe he would let her come to that conclusion herself; she seemed real gung ho about doing all the things she could...
Fea Line XDD And now Lisandru's going, "Maybe I can use her enthusiasm to my advantage..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 8:08 pm
At the mention of not moving too far away from where they were, the only word that made it through her brain and stuck was.. "FISH! FISHY FISH!" she squealed and bounded over to the waters edge, peering about for any fish. When she couldn't find any, she stamped her foot in slight annoyance and turned around, shaking a finger at him. "No fishy fish! Need shelter!" she reminded him, as if she were scolding him for being silly and making her forget. Fishy fish later. They had a shelter to build... and if he didn't want to find a really neat cave, that meant a happy hut instead and more sticks were needed! Not to mention light to see by which meant.....
OH YEAH!
FIRE!
Oh.. but wait.. what should they build first? Fire.. or shelter?
She peered up at the sky, glancing at the clouds, lost in terribly terribly complex thought (yeah right) over if it would rain or if there would be a strong wind. Would they need a roof or could they have windows to see the pretty pretty stars? "I don't think it will rain Mister Lisandru Sir. Maybe baddie bad creatures here, so would happy happy hut keep them out?" she tiled her head and looked at him as if he had all the answers. A hut sounded fun, but she didn't want to get eaten... or him to get eaten. She couldn't spot any immediate caves in the area either but then there was only so far she could just look from where they had ended up.
"Mmm.. maybe we should stick to fire first? Can't make happy smoke puppets if there isn't any fire... and others can't see us extremely if there are no happy smoke puppets!" she went on, her train of thought and logic making total sense in her mind. Except for one thing. Her staff had been on the boat... and now the boat was exploded... and she needed it to channel her magic through it to ensure it had some potency and chance of being seen. Not to mention she felt better simply having it because it gave her an excuse to wave it around and seem important.
"My staffy staf!!!" she gasped and before he could even think to blink, had darted off again down the beach side, flinging derbies and wreckage, singing loudly to herself some sort of made up song and she went.
Seiana_ZI rofl good luck to him! He may need it XD
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 10:32 pm
Was she seriously scolding him for mentioning food?
Every moment that went on, Lisandru felt something of a headache just growing in the back of his head, making him feel more agitated--though despite that, he was determined to keep his resolve, even if his instinct to be incredibly introverted was crying that she was just too much energy and too much enthusiasm for his poor self to handle. He didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, anyway, what with her behavior and mostly their situation and especially their situation.
She seemed to at least sort of get the point somewhere in her head that they definitely had work to do, though, and that relieved Lisandru, who was attempting to get some mental grip on the situation even though his mind was running through the standard gasps of awkward anxiety. Unlike freaking out or getting angry or letting time waste for one reason or another, Prisma's wild meandering at least seemed to have an eventual purpose, though the purpose was not necessarily evident.
Then again, in some way it was. Getting away from baddie bad creatures required a happy happy hut ... or they needed shelter to keep themselves safe from the bad things here. Definitely true. At the same time, she was also right. Fire was important for visibility, and if anyone was going to spot them in this fog, they definitely needed a lot more of that.
Should they split up?
Well, that probably wasn't all that smart if they didn't know what they were doing here. Better to be together ... probably. As much as Lisandru did not want to admit that he needed to be close to any Pae'il, this would have to be an exception. Hopefully she didn't try to touch him again--
Where the hell was she going now?!
Well, if she was going to run off to ... wherever, maybe Lisandru would just try getting a fire started. With a grunt, Lisandru started to look through the pile of wood he was given for wood that was less damp. Some of these pieces were bound to be more useful than others. To the most damp pieces, Lisandru simply put them aside. If they could not just find a shelter nearby their position, the damper wood might be useful to helping out make the beginning of their...
Happy happy hut.
Fea Line Lisandru is losing hope every moment... XDD
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 10:47 am
A little ways away from Lisandru, in the most random of paces near the beach one could possibly think, a rustling shifting sound could be hear. Bits of sand and shells began to rumble and trickle off a slowly rising mound that soon bore the shape of a rabbit hole. It seemed quite, if not strange, in the least. At least until a strange echo like yell could be heard from deep within.
"wwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The bright multicolored form of Prisma came shooting out of the rabbit hole, feet first as if she had just jumped through some kind of water slide, her wings fluttering as fast as possible to catch herself before she landed splat in the shallow waves a few feet out from the beach. Spinning around and looking at where she had came out at, she began to giggle, one hand clutching her new found staff, the other making sure her silverware was still in her hair.
"Most fun extremely!" she shouted aloud, though it may have seemed like a mouse squeaking from where Lisandru still sat... if he was still there?
She peered around, spotting the familiar purple form and flittered her way over to him, quite happy. "Goody good news Mister Lisandru Sir! My staffy staff still works!" she laughed, showing it to him. Some of the roses had been torn from the explosion of the ship but it seemed none too worse for wear. She peered down at what he was doing then and clapped her hands.
"Oh most wonderful work so far! Soon I can make puppets! I am so excited extremely to be showing you!" she giggled and took a moment to actually catch her breath before pausing. "Oh... I almost forgot!" she said and peered back at where she popped out of, stamped the end of her staff into the ground and the make shift dirt hole collapsed back into the beach sand it once was.
Seiana_ZI Poor guy lolol i'm so sorry
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