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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 6:05 pm
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Her own siblings had been too busy to intervene, though really it was her fault for jumping in like she had. Still, she appreciated that he was brave enough not to stand idly by. With the next twirl she agree with him, "For the little chaos around her, the isle is off balance without her." Dolandar also fell out of harmony. Then there was the fact that as a daughter, she missed her mother.
Smiling warmly at her companion she answered, "I live in Dolandar, when I am healed I will have to return. Outside of having a temple here, I am unable to stay for long." Raising her hand once more, this time she ran them gently though a lock of his red bangs before adding, "You will be able to call me, you've earned my ear." And more than that, there were promise there. He was good company, worth coming to this land to visit.
Tartara Seabreeze propositions, propositions everywhere. emotion_awesome
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 6:39 pm
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One moment he was fawning over his hero and the next his mother was there observing him and the gorgeous harpy that was his hero. It was times like this that he wanted to rub his temples. Too bad his claws were way too sharp to get away with that kind of behavior.
"Good Guardians Mom..." He sighed, deciding to ignore his mother and whoever it was she'd managed to drag up. He smiled, gently taking the harpy's hand. "It's lovely to meet you. I'm Caine." He kissed the back of her hand. "Might I know yours, you amazing harpy?" The clawed shetani asked, looking at her in complete awe.
Sweetie had to bite her lip to stop from laughing at Dysmas. She knew how hard he struggled with his image and now that he was a woman that was likely to be a million times worse. She couldn't help it though when he started bouncing. A trickle of a giggle slipped out of her, only get stifled in a bit lip again.
"Oh, Dysmas. They're fun aren't they?" Oh shoot, that's not what she'd meant to say! Sweetie had wanted to be encouraging, not laughing at hi-her situation. "C'mon Love, lets go explore~" She tried to pitch her voice as seductive as possible, hoping Dysmas knew she'd always love the other no matter what happened to him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 6:52 pm
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Dysmas was feeling incredibly conflicted as he looked back and forth between Sweetie and his own body. Fun, fun? He wouldn't precisely call this fun. It was just a temporary thing, right? Right?! If he knew it was temporary perhaps he could enjoy it more, but thinking that it might last forever... was the most horrifying thing in the world. "Explore? But..." Ugh his voice, he hated the sound of it, it was nearly impossible to speak. He didn't want to explore, and explore what? Dysmas was worried about the potential double-meaning of the word now. The girl wasn't even sure if he wanted Sweetie looking at him right now.
Where was someplace to hide? Dysmas twirled around, conscience of his every movement due to his new form, looking for someplace to hide. A pillar! Great! "Let's go explore behind that pillar." Dysmas agreed, this time when he spoke he tried to make his voice sound deep and manly... but it just wasn't possible.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 7:02 pm
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A harpy?
This was a type of pae'il that Esmée had never heard of, and she gasped at the revelation, immediately moving to file this into her brain. She glanced to Luminița, likely expecting her new assistant to do the same.
A harpy was like an angel, Esmée figured, but with some quite key differences. For one, they seemed to be covered in feathers. They had feathers on their upper legs, and feathers on their chests. They also appeared to have bird legs with long talons, tails made of long feathers, and even some head feathers that stuck up into the sky. It was a most complex appearance, of many layers. Esmée would quite love to find out more, but of course, this one seemed much more concerned with her son. Perhaps it would be better to find out more by asking her son what was so fascinating about these 'harpies,' and how many details about their normal biologic processes he had thus far learned...
But of course, there was that key of her son continuing to entirely ignore her. Esmée absolutely did not appreciate this. Not even in the name of science would he listen to her.
"I let you boys move out," no, they didn't choose to move out, of course, "and all I get in return is a disrespectful boy who invokes the Guardians and then continues to ignore me? You should be ashamed of yourself, Caine. I did not have to birth you."
And with that, Esmée hrrumphed, stuck her nose in the air, and marched away.
It was time to find a better experiment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 7:06 pm
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Bastet's sharp teeth sparkled as she grinned at Summer, whom she had seemed to catch the attention of with her showing off. The other even returned with her own attempt at showing off. Bastet was respectful enough and paused to admire her staff, but still she had to do one better. "You see my fur, too?" she bragged. The kitten flashed her fluffy tail past the face of the fae, close enough that the other might sneeze if her nose was sensitive to being tickled by fur. "I have an intense bathing ritual as well, one does not get this beautiful by simply existing. Although, if I simply existed I would be quite gorgeous as well." Bastet purred.
"You should see me in action though. As I am a fabulous huntress." This was clearly not something that was going to come down to beauty. Bastet needed to show Summer that she was a skilled fighter. There were no rabbits around however for her to show this to the fae., No, there was really only one way to show the fae how amazing she was on the hunting field. A playful smile teased across her face as her body began moving as it did before she pounced on her prey. She was sort of bouncing back and forth between each foot, getting her muscles ready to spring. Bastet sprung off the floor, flying towards Summer and attempting to tackle her to the ground, careful of avoiding her smashy-stick.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 8:18 pm
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Was that a reassurance, or a challenge? His smile turned into a boyish grin as he ever so gently leaned into the touch on his cheek. "You are too kind with such a gift." What with Adora becoming a handful, he could use the harmony!
At her next statement he almost stopped dancing. Almost. His hand left hers to gently brush a piece of hair from her face. "My sweetest Harmonia, forgetting you would be as easy as forgetting how to breathe. I will forever think fondly of you and I."
The floor was cold against her cheek, especially with it fanned out from being pressed down. She didn't particularly want to be on the ground, but her hero seemed to think it was a good idea, so it must be!
Maybe it was secret goat snatcher training?
"This ground is nothing! I can take it." She proudly exclaimed, as if it a trial against the chill. If he could take the cold, so could she.
"I will vanquish ALL floors!" But this talk of candy canes made her hungry. Before she knew it, her stomach let lose a dull rumble. She gasped.
My stomach growled! In front of him! BAD stomach! BAD! It's like a bottomless pit. I wish I could be sucked into a bottomeless pit now. "I'm sorry! I'm a black hole."
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2015 10:11 pm
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Honestly, Mikasi hadn't noticed the ground was cold. In comparison to his hero, the ground was what he deserved. But she was declaring that she could stay on the floor, that she would vanquish all floors!
He could just imagine her, vanquishing in all her heroic power ... it was enough to put stars in his eyes. She was amazing. She was with him, on the ground, and she wanted to show him her ability to vanquish. What had he done to deserve such lovely things from his hero?!
What was that rumbling?
For a moment, he was taken out of his hero worshiping stupor to observe that her stomach had just rumbled on the ground, but then, it was such a strong noise, and there he was, back in the stupor again. A black hole? "Never could someone as lovely and strong as you be considered to be a black hole! That type of terminology does not claim you as the mighty hero that you are. Stand! Stand and conquer the floor!"
There was a dull thought in his mind that maybe he should get off the floor, but he was ignoring it...
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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