"Alright... I'll keep doing it when it doesn't, though, okay?"
Or when it doesn't leave marks, at least.
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I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Tracey is not a morning person. She's also been give time off for helping to babysit Eileen, which means she didn't have to set an alarm clock.
It's possible Eileen will wake first. It's also possible that neither of them will wake until after 10 am when there's a loud knock on the door!
Eileen has never been a morning person. In fact, she has been known, on occasion, to threaten to shoot people who wake her up early, and nobody has ever been sure if she was joking...
...so the knock, knock, knockin' on heaven'sTracey's door finds her asleep - but promptly awake with a start, and reaching for her denn'bok on the end table next to the couch.
Maeve smiles as well, going to kiss Khair's cheek too, since she rarely gets the opportunity to do so when there isn't something in the way.
"You're welcome, Khair."
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
In a girls house not a month after your almost-wife left you... pathetic, huh.
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
Eileen has never been a morning person. In fact, she has been known, on occasion, to threaten to shoot people who wake her up early, and nobody has ever been sure if she was joking...
...so the knock, knock, knockin' on heaven'sTracey's door finds her asleep - but promptly awake with a start, and reaching for her denn'bok on the end table next to the couch.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
"Hellfire! Get the pocking door, would you?" Tracey calls out irritably from the bedroom. What good is it having a couch surfer if you can't count on them to be your indentured servant?
The catgirl smiles.
Shower and come to bed with me? That radio drama's on soon.
I can see them having to share cold showers to save on the bills.
That would make sense, yes.
Maeve nods, smiling back.
"Sounds good to me. I've missed being able to spend time with you lately..."
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Maeve helps her upstairs, where, presumably, they'll shower; Maeve will help Khair get cleaned up if she wants the assistance, and accept Khair's help should it be offered, since presumably neither of them want to have to stay in the cold water very long.
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Maeve does much the same, though she hauls a table over to side of the bed, near the middle, and sets a lit candle on it before slipping in with the catgirl; said candle, once Maeve is in bed, flares, the flames widening considerably more than they should be capable of, so that it seems like they're laying next to a fireplace.
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
"Hellfire! Get the pocking door, would you?" Tracey calls out irritably from the bedroom. What good is it having a couch surfer if you can't count on them to be your indentured servant?
"Hold your hippogriffs!" Eileen snarks back, as she moves over to the door, holding the small silver cylinder of her weapon in one hand as she looks through the peephole/cracks the door open.
"Pakal's Laundry," a bored sounding voice answered. "Listen, lady, I've got 8 more deliveries to make by lunchtime. Open up." The clever assassin has cleverly disguised himself as a laundry gnome, cleverly towing a wheeled cart full of deadly stuff cleverly concealed as washed and folded laundry that cleverly manages to look like Eileen's clothing, which cleverly fooled the security guards at the gate.
Or it's Eileen's stuff that was dropped off yesterday at Pakal's Laundry.
"If I manage to work with it correctly, it'll be quite reminiscent of walking over grass, if that answers your question. Not entirely the same but similar." the muse answered as she called up a chair that appeared to be made as round as could possibly be managed with only square shapes to work with. To what might be Mimi's chagrin, Riss' own tail mimicked the same motion as Misha's, creating a rather vibrantly colored pair of bands encircling the two. It was about a moment later that the muse realized that it was likely her turn to try and keep the peace as she quickly but gently tried to pull away long enough to be seated at least. Of course, the actual shape of the chair would result in both muse and nereid being right next to each other anyway so it would be hard for her to explain why she bothered.
"The greatest hunter?" the muse asked, her interest very real even though she was currently doing what she could to keep everyone happy. But for every time I wish she wasn't here, there's at least one memory that makes me glad she is. Should probably figure out the exact ratio but that's best left for a slow day, I think.
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Riss' Quarters
"That would be great." Misha agrees, willingly letting Riss break apart and sitting next to her. As an afterthought, she pats the back of the oddly shaped chair in between them, inviting Mimi to take a seat while she tells her story. Misha seems somewhat interested, although she was clearly too distracted by the scenery to know precisely what the story is about, or why Mimi is telling it.
[Riss' Quarters]
Mimi plops down on the back of the seat. "Okay, So this story is about the greatest hunter that ever lived, Charlotte. She was fierce, she was strong. No one dared mess with her, because if they did they were in for trouble. There's nothing in the world that would've ever stood a chance if they picked a fight with her. Nothing was ever too big and scary for her to handle."
"This story is about her biggest fight, her greatest challenge. A long time ago, there was a terrible creature that lived in the Weald. If someone went into its territory, they didn't come out. There wouldn't even be a body to find later. They say that pixie would take a wrong turn, and there'd be no way back. The trees would block their path, the canopy would be too thick to even see the sun. No matter which way you tried to go, it felt like you were being directed. Maybe you could change direction, you'd think you could find a way out, but every direction lead to one place. To the Beast."
"It got so bad that hunting trips couldn't go out without people disappearing. Food got scarce, and nobody could do anything about it. So Charlotte decided enough was enough. She got painted for a great hunt and went out to kill the Beast with only her spear."
"It didn't take very long for the forest to trap her. Bur she didn't care, it was exactly what she wanted! She headed right for wear the trees took her, until she found it. There was an opening in the trees. She found the bodies. Nothing but their broken bones were left. The Beast stood in the middle of it all. It had the body of a man and the head of a bull. It was huge, half as tall as a tree, and its shoulders were half that size. He could crush someone twenty times Charlotte's size with one hand, but she wasn't afraid. Oh no, Charlotte wasn't afraid of anything."
"The Beast roared at her, and you know what? She roared right back. They say that was the only thing that ever scared the Beast. She attacked it, stabbing it again and again. No poisons, no tricks, just pure determination. It took her days and hundred and hundreds and hundreds of strikes. Never making a mistake, never quitting even for a second. Finally he slowed, and finally he fell. She left her spear stuck in its head to send a message. You don't mess with Bloodfang pixies."
By the end of the story, Mimi is grinning from ear to ear and fidgeting with excitement. "They say the spear is still there, but no one's been able to find it. I've tried looking for it before, but it's supposed to be deep in the Weald." Her eyes light up at the thought of possessing that weapon.
[Maeve's]
Snuggling closer, she enjoys the warmth of the candleplace and of her best friend; this radio drama is her favorite as well.
[Maeve's]
Maeve smiles, snuggling closer as well; she also enjoys the warmth and the radio drama, especially when listened to with Khair.
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Originally Posted by Grim ranger
I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
"Pakal's Laundry," a bored sounding voice answered. "Listen, lady, I've got 8 more deliveries to make by lunchtime. Open up." The clever assassin has cleverly disguised himself as a laundry gnome, cleverly towing a wheeled cart full of deadly stuff cleverly concealed as washed and folded laundry that cleverly manages to look like Eileen's clothing, which cleverly fooled the security guards at the gate.
Or it's Eileen's stuff that was dropped off yesterday at Pakal's Laundry.
Eileen blinks muzzily, then nods, opening the door with a sigh.
"Right, right, sorry...I am not a morning person..." the Nordic blonde grumbles.
...although she still eyes the Delivery Gnome suspiciously.
Maeve holds her close, letting the fire slowly die down to embers, ordered not to burn anything else, before she falls asleep.
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I support the godly magazine idea, and hope that Eld can serve as mix of town crier and incredibly deadpan game show host in some sections. Also, for some odd reason, he will also make appearance when it comes to godly fashion tips, for even if he is grim reaper he will be the most bishounen god there is. Just you wait
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Originally Posted by Moonwolf
Damn you and your comprehensive understanding of synergistic tactics. :|
Eileen blinks muzzily, then nods, opening the door with a sigh.
"Right, right, sorry...I am not a morning person..." the Nordic blonde grumbles.
...although she still eyes the Delivery Gnome suspiciously.
The gnome unloads the laundry, probably covering the sofa with it and ruining Eileens chances of getting back to sleep after he leaves. He lingers a moment afterwards in case there's a tip, but he's not terribly hopeful.
"Don't wanna learn how to prank people. Doesn't make sense." Day pouts, grudgingly accepting the sody-pop offered to him without question. Seems it'll take more than a single example to teach him a healthy measure of suspicion! "If I like someone I don't wanna mess with them and if I don't, I'll just have them stabbed and shot and stomped to paste." He continues, between attempts to bite the can open.
[Fortress Mountain]
Clarissa leans against a nearby wall or table and simpers, lifting a foot up off of the ground to press against the flat surface.
"If you ever roll with a posse of tricksters, you'll find yourself in dire need of intel on pranks. And then you'll thank me! You'd be at a major disadvantage without this!"
Clarissa holds her chilled beverage out in front of her and snaps the pop-top tab thing open with her fingers. She figures that Day's bright enough to catch on.
If Day manages to drill a hole in the aluminum can, he will find that his drink hasn't been shaken either!
That only leaves one canister unaccounted for...
Mini-Clarissa snaps opens her soda-pop! She's greeted by spray of refreshing carbonation! She yips in surprise and raises her hands to shield her face from the eruption! She soon is soaking wet. All of the moisture is contained by Clarissa's magic, however, so none of Day's equipment should be damaged by this stunt in any way.
Maybe Day will soften his stance against pranks now that he's seen how silly they can potentially be?
Smart enough to catch on or not, opening a soda the normal way is damn near impossible without any sort of fingernails, thus necessitating the crude biting method Day's currently attempting. Those little teeth of his are sharp too, so it isn't too much longer till he manages to poke a hole in the aluminum can and begins greedily siphoning up the fizzy nectar within.
"But I don't wanna roll around with a bunch of pranking ne'er-do-wells they sound boring and there's no point to it." Day says, continuing to pout and even putting on his best imitation Prometheus-scowl in sullen refusal to laugh at Mini-Clarissa getting drenched.
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The gnome unloads the laundry, probably covering the sofa with it and ruining Eileens chances of getting back to sleep after he leaves. He lingers a moment afterwards in case there's a tip, but he's not terribly hopeful.
"Tip: Don't look at the sun."
Eileen offers a small tip, then sighs as she looks at the now no-longer-nude couch.
...well, it's fully clothed, at least!
Tracey emerges a few minutes later and starts making coffee, wearing a satin nightie of the sort that one usually does not wear to bed when one is sleeping alone. "Ugh. Oh, that. I guess you better get what you want out of it, and the rest can go into storage. Satan knows I have no closet space."
Upon hearing the name given to this 'greatest hunter,' Riss' brow furrowed for a moment but that soon passed as she continued to listen. It made for a good story although the muse felt that it lacked in perhaps a few of the necessary details that, at least in her mind, would be rather nice to know but nothing that spoiled it outright. Then again, I suppose that's because of how detail oriented I normally am so I guess I just expect others to be as well. That's probably a bad habit on my part.
During the story, though, Riss made to try and slide the tip of her tail back behind Misha. Something she had noticed was that the base of her own tail grew much more sparse in hair or fur cover than the rest of it rather than terminating immediately when it reached her back and, as such, it was a bit more sensitive than the rest simply given that there was less there to block direct contact. So, armed with that bit of knowledge, the muse would then try to lightly brush the tip of her tail around the base of Misha's. Just a bit of playful teasing, to be sure, but if asked she would simply state she was 'testing fine motor control' with a properly impish smile in accompaniment.
"So her name was Charlotte?" Riss asked once Mimi had finished her tale. That's not a common name. At least, not that I know of. Kind of strange, really.. Though now I realize that probably was a silly question to ask but.. I don't know, is it odd to ask things like that? I mean, if one recognizes something that.. Well, I'll be finding out anyway
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