Prompt 1: Pai wants a sample of a particular fruit that only grows inside a magical garden in a bordering land. The garden is wild though and full of all sorts of whimsy, wonder, and danger both plant and animal alike.. Traverse through the garden to find the desired fruit: a singing apple, and return it to Pai who waits (lazily) back at the cafe.... Its unclear if Pai wants the apple as an ash ingredient... or for a tart.
The day had started just like any other humdrum day at The Cauldron. Not that every day lacked some sort of excitement, just that this particular day had been another ordinary day in a long series of ordinary days. Patrons came and went like zombified corpses with only one thing on their mind. What that one thing was was inconsequential. The fact remained that, on that typical day, a disruption to the norm was long over due.
It all started with a man - not just any man - but the owner of the cafe himself. Could he have known that his request would create such a perplexed bond between two of his creations? The written request itself was simple; acquire a singing apple and deliver it. Only a fool would completely disregard the hazardous warnings written upon the parchment, clearly advising any adventurer that the item in question was far along the boarder, deep inside a magical garden, and hidden among a variety of dangers.
That is exactly what not one, but two, men did. Perhaps though not by the fault of the second man, for it was the first man's behavior that ultimately set the misguided adventure up for failure. You see, Ambrose and Firiel both selected the request from the board at precisely the same exact time. In what could only be described as a childish tug of war between two full grown adults, started by the more combative of the two individuals, the parchment ripped in half!
Rage boiled inside the unholy demon. With a clenched fist and a glorious burst of flames, his half of the parchment incinerated before either of the two could read it! It just so happened that this half, now reduced to ash, contained the crucial information detailing the dangers that awaited.
Unfazed, Ambrose accepted the mission anyway and Firiel had no choice but to tag along. The demon refused to take no for an answer. And so, with the threat of bodily harm, an angel and a demon joined forces and undertook a quest together.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Five days into their adventure, the two men finally found themselves outside of Edelbrook and were now wandering the alleged garden home of a singing apple. Although they had found their destination, the object of their misery was still nowhere to be found. Of course the journey up to this point hadn't gone without it's complaints, problems, unfortunate circumstances, and one particular incident that resulted in a secret never to be told to another living soul. But that's a story for another time.
For now, Ambrose yet again dug his heels into the ground. "I refuse to take another step!" he announced, falling not so gracefully to the ground, exaggerating his exhaustion with a heavy sigh. He crossed his legs as he fixed Firiel with a stare, almost challenging him to say something adverse to what the demon wanted. "You've had us walking around in a circle all damn day! Do you even know where you're going? Guess what, I actually know the answer to that... NO! This is the third time we passed this tree!" complained the demon.
"I think it's time you let me be leader again." The last time Ambrose lead them anywhere the two of them ingested some questionably safe berries.
Sami-Fire
Sorry, it was a bit rushed in the end. I was running out of time! ;o;
Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 12:56 pm
So much exasperated sighing. So. Much. Exasperated. Sighing. And facepalming. Firiel was surprised that he didn't have a mark on his face from the sheer number of times he had dragged his hand down it. Ambrose was ridiculous at best and dangerously ridiculous at worst. Still, Firiel couldn't deny his more than passing curiosity in his demonic Cauldron-born "counterpart," the same curiosity that had lead to dear little Lottie's creation. If angels and demons could be so easily synthesized, what did that mean in the grand scheme of things? He would have to ask Pai when he got back from this journey. If he got back from this journey.
Ambrose's little tantrum was met with another exasperated sigh and facepalm. "You really are a... what's the term I'm looking for? Right. Drama queen." Yes, sure, Firiel's feet were tired, but he considered his composure intact enough to not raise a stink about it (not directly, anyway). Grumbling, he shook his head. "You say that as if you ever were a leader. Your half of the paper had the important instructions, and guess whose tantrum eradicated that? Furthermore, your knowledge of what is safe to eat in nature is highly questionable." If he had anything to say about it, he would never touch those berries again. Never.
He walked over to the tree that Ambrose had accused him of passing three times already and studied it, shaking his head again. "This isn't the same tree. Check this branch. I don't think that cocoon was there before. Hopefully the bug inside isn't dangerous."
Ambrose stared at Firiel with an unimpressed gaze. Really? Of all the insults one could toss, he went with 'drama queen.' If his eyes rolled any harder they would have rolled straight out of his head! He was embarrassed for Firiel and his lousy attempt at name calling. Even their daughter was better at it than he was! "You can't blame me for being captious. It's in my nature." The demon grumbled in response to Firiel. "And I will continue to be so, as I enjoy it. No, I don't just enjoy it, I revel in it. You see, it's a win-win situation for me. All I have to do is say something that easily annoys you, you then smack yourself with varying degrees of intensity, and I smile knowing that I continue to get under your skin. Do you realize that you've smacked your face forty-two times so far today? We're going to make a new record before nightfall, I can feel it! Do I sense number forty-three coming up?"
Rising from the ground like an obnoxious weed you couldn't get rid of, Ambrose began to close the gap between them. Fuchsia eyes looked up into the tree, fixating on the cocoon. Oh how he wanted to reach up there, grasp it tightly in his hand and proudly display the mutilated specimen to Firiel in hopes that the angel would squirm. It would totally be worth it, but correcting his travel companion on the going in circles debate was more important. "Dangerous? That little thing? I highly doubt that whatever insect is inside that cocoon will spring out and attack you within the next five seconds. But to be safe, you might want to step back. I don't think you can handle a tiny little bug." Ambrose gave Firiel a gentle patronizing pat on the shoulder before he stepped even closer to the tree in question.
"And, for the record, this is the same tree." With a kicking gesture, one large leather boot struck the trunk of the tree, indicating to where claw marks were scratched into the bark. "I made a mark on the first time we passed this tree. That's how I know we went in a circle. Again. Don't you have any kind of tracking or field knowledge in that brain of yours? Or is it just filled with butterflies and prancing unicorns?"
Sami-Fire
Sorry if it's a little wonky... I tried to edit it a bit. XD That's what I get for a making a late night post!
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 9:47 am
Crap, the demon was right. Firiel's tendency to communicate his displeasure normally worked to curb bad habits, but Ambrose was incorrigible. Nothing would make him stop being whatever degree of obnoxious he wanted. Gritting his teeth and growling, he tried his best to dismiss Ambrose with a "Hmph." He looked down and found that his counterpart was right yet again. "Fine. You're right. Those are your claws marks. Do you have any bright ideas for taking a combination of paths that won't lead us back here?" He wanted to explain that the butterflies in his head had migrated for the summer and the unicorns were all under Ilia's care for the time being, but he didn't want to hear Ambrose's return quip.
Ballentine
Late night posts are the best. =w= Sorry for the short post.
Oh, Firiel could be so cute sometimes. The assertive attitude was adorable. He was certainly getting under the other's skin and that was fantastic! "Well, I have an amazing idea but I will have to dumb it down to your level." Ambrose began with an insult, moving toward the angel.
He only had to take a few strides forward to close the gap between them. He could already tell by the other's body language that the closeness was far from acceptable and yet it didn't stop him from encroaching upon Firiel's personal space. "Just listen to this..." He said, lowering his voice as he continued to get even closer. His hand snaked around the angel's waist, pulling him so close that their bodies touched. With his height, it was easy for Ambrose to lean in to whisper in Firel's ear.
Ambrose's breath as warm, his lips brushing against the sensitive appendage, as he whispered sultry into his ear, "... why... don't... we..." and here, Ambrose paused, spelling the word out in a hushed whisper. "F-L-Y?" It was a smart idea. Both of them had a pair of wings that weren't just for decoration upon their backs.
Sami-Fire
Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 8:15 pm
Firiel grit his teeth, folded his arms, and clenched the fabric of his coat's arm to keep from losing his head. Stupid demon and his tendency to be right when it came to simple but obvious solutions. Unfortunately, when Ambrose decided to get SUPER up-close and personal, almost seductively so, the angel shuddered and gasped from a thoroughly irritating mix of emotions that he didn't want to pay close enough attention to to label. "F-fine," he grumbled, trying to wriggle out of Ambrose's "embrace." "It's a good idea as any of yours," he added, which was intended to be half insult, half compliment, because why did the damn demon keep being right?! "If you don't let go of me, I can't call on my wing enhancements. While I can fly without them, the extra boost would certainly be helpful."
Ambrose released his hold so the angel could escape. He took a few steps back and smirked at how uncomfortable Firiel had gotten. It was so easy to get under his skin. And so fun! But it's what the angel said that really throw Ambrose for a loop. He gawked a moment, unsure of what he just heard. He had to ask in order to clarify, "E-enhancements?" he scoffed. "You need wing ENHANCEMENTS?! You... need..... oh my... that is rich!"
Laughter then erupted from the demon. It was a gut wrenching, tear jerking, slap your hand on your knee kind of laugh. He laughed so hard he had to sit down! Every time his eyes met Firiel's, Ambrose's laughter just intensified. "I.. I can't!" He held his stomach as he laughed, shaking his head. He could barely breathe! Through his gasps for breath and fits of laughter, he said something about needing a little blue enhancement pill to get dysfunctional wings working.
Ambrose laid back on the dirt, putting am arm over his eyes in an attempt to calm his laughter. "I haven't laughed that hard in a long time." He muttered more to himself than to traveling companion. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he sat up and continued to catch his breath. But an odd sound was carried on the breeze, was someone else laughing?! Ambrose didn't pay any attention to it, still in his own little world coming down from the climatic laughter. But if Firiel listened, he would hear the an echo of Ambrose's laughter in the far off distance.
