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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 1:52 pm
It was a fair October day when Ghast had first participated in the Medieval Fair. Unluckally, the day had turned out to be very busy, himself starting to be very sore from jousting one too much. Kiemna, however, was sitting in a Child Care area with many others, hearing the story of the brave English king known as Arthur and his couragous Knights of the Round Table.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 4:35 pm
Simon had caved and put on his old chain mail once more, looking slightly like an old-time fighter (though nothing near a knight) as he wandered the fair. He had left Epicurus in the daycare center (Daniel and Lydia were with the babysitter, showing no interest whatsoever in coming) so he could explore freely.
Epicurus listened to th story attentively, clinging to his bear as if to protect the creature from the scary parts of the story.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 5:10 pm
Ghast heaved a sigh as the loud speaker disguised as a Beckoning Trumpet called for the name he had been assigned- Sir Galahad. The man bore a grin when he first saw his name, thinking only of an ironic comparison. Struggling to mount his horse, Ghast stayed close to it, hugging it's neck and searcing vividly for his next opponent as the acting Squire retrieved a new lance and sheild- the other ones had perished in the previous fight.
Kiemna beamed as the ending of the story was told, glad that such a hero had such a heroic end. The strange boy stood in excitment, grabbing a small branch and lifting it in the air as if it were Excalibur.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 8:54 pm
Simon heard the trumpet, and he figured another jousting round was starting. No use walking around the shops again - he was broke - so he headed over to enjoy some gold old fashioned dueling.
Epi watched the other baby lift the branch, and he tottled over, his bear in his arms, and watched curiously, his eyes intently focused on the branch.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 6:09 pm
The man took in a large breath as his opponent arrived- the speaker anncounced him as Sir Lancelot duLake. Recieving his equipment, the fake Galahad pushed the iron helmet until it was secured on his head, and Ghast readied for battle.
Kiemna saw the boy who was watching him, bearing a large grin and gently placing the branch on the boy's shoulder, knighting him.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 9:35 pm
Simon worked his way to the front of the crowd and leaned against the fence, grinning with excitement now as the jousters prepared to fight.
Epi grinned up at the knighter, "Like in the story!" he said in a loud, excited whisper, though afraid to raise his voice any more.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 1:39 pm
Ghast's eyes flashed in anticipation as the artificial Beckoning Trumpet sounded, and he kicked his horse into a gallop. The fake Launcelot also kicked off, and the man could sense the determination in him. The fake Gallahad readied himself for a hard hit from his opponent as he tightened the grip on his lance, aiming for Launcelot's chest. The two collided, both hitting their targets and being dismounted from their horses as the sounds of cheers and pounding hooves echoed into the fake Gallahad's ears. As the two men made their fall to the ground, the sheer force of Launcelot's strike caused Ghast's dark wings to sprout from his back and peirce the strong armor. Ghast's eyes widened as he noticed the mistake, gently hovering above ground and staring at the crowd attentivly.
The pretend Arthur gave the other boy a grin, grabbing another branch and handing it to the boy. "Lanlot?" He said, swinging his own branch in the air.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 9:45 am
Simon glanced around and immediately summoned twisters of wind to stir the crowd up and distract them from the scene in the arena - he knew that the jouster had made a mistake.
The crowded ran screaming, and Simon hoped that they had forgotten or not seen the wings upon the man's back. As the pseudo-twisters died he hoped the man had concealed himself.
Epi grinned, "Yes!" Then stood and took the branch and stuck it to the ground as if he were leaning on his sword.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 6:47 pm
Ghast shifted to the ground, his eyes jolting wildly around to find the person who had summoned the gusts of wind as he retracted his dark wings. Soon, the man was dragged off the field by a crew member, apparently wanting to keep the actors away from being stuck in one of the winds.
Kiemna flashed a bright grin, waving his branch in the air. "Yaaay~" He then ran around the area, knighting many other children for his round table.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:44 pm
Simon peered around, looking like he was confused about the wind, and followed after the employee to see more of the winged man. He was curious.
Epicurus chased after giggling, "Yaaaay! Knights!"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 9:43 am
The man was soon stripped of his armor and helmet when he was inside the room "How'd this happen with the armor?" The boy who had disposed of the suit asked. Ghast grimaced at the boy.
"It was a big fall, I guess..." He said, a small smile on his face afterwards.
Kiemna turned to Epi after he had as many knights as he wanted. "Yeah! He he~"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 5:07 am
Simon flattened himself against a wall - it had just occured to him that he didn't actually know who he had just helped get away from the crowd, and figured he should be on his guard... Granted, the man owed him - were he hostile - but there's only honor among thieves. So he opted to listen in just for a moment... Tread water to he could find out who exactly the guy was. No use diving in head first.
Epi peered around the daycare area. It was impromptu, os there wasn't much to it. "Round table...?" He couldn't find one, and wondered if this other god-child had anything in mind.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 10:09 am
The man sighed, sitting down on a large log.
"Uh... Sir?"
Ghast turned, his blue eyes wide in confusion.
"It's your back... It's... Bleeding."
"Huh?" He tried his best to look at his back, seeing a thin trail of crimson liquid running down from where his wings had sprouted before. "That's... Different. It must have been the force from the blow that tore my skin a bit..."
"Rwound..." Kiemna looked around for anything round. Seeing nothing, he took his branch in his writing hand, drawing a circle in the ground. "Table!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:46 pm
Simon raised a brow at their conversation. Doesn't sound hostile. But then again, he went to great lengths to hide hs wings from the others around at the festival, so he probably wouldn't want me to see them, either.
Epi squealed in glee and plopped down at the edge of the cirle, stick across his lap. "Knights of the Round!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 11:56 am
The barnroom was soon emptied of knights and others due to another round, and Ghast noticed the other man instantly, bright blue eyes fixed on the stranger. "And you are...?"
Kiemna giggled in delight, sitting down as the others soon joined them. He sat there, writing what seemed to be pure gibberish as he made a serious face.
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