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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 9:27 pm
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 7:13 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 11:54 am
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 2:42 pm
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If Marosa had known he was internally being called a 'chatty faerie', he would have taken slight offense to that. Ignorance was bliss, right?
"Ye did nae look familiar, is all. It's decent enough to meet another demon... fey, I presume?" He wasn't quite sure that this other was a faerie as his knowledge of other faeries was severely lacking, but by his accent he figured he was from about the same parts.
"Oi'm Marosa." He held out his hand for the other to shake. This fellow seemed a little gruff... maybe his natural ability would help with getting him to open up a little. What harm was there in touching skin if it was an innocent gesture to get to know another faerie better? Of course, he wouldn't lie, but he was very curious if his ability would work on another faerie.
Chances were, he'd know what kind of fey Marosa was, as well.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:02 pm
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Was he phrasing that as a question?
Considering he was positive that Marosa was a faerie himself--those wings were a dead giveaway even if he didn't really know the qualities of a faerie--he would think that one faerie would be able to recognize another. Curtly, Cearney replied with an, "Of course. Don't I look like one?" He looked down at his suit-like outfit as if that alone was enough to make it obvious--or maybe it was a remark on the fact that his feet didn't come anywhere close to reaching the ground in this particular chair he was attempting to draw attention to.
When Marosa offered his hand, he quirked his brow very slightly, studying the hand for a few uncertain moments as if trying to figure out if the other was executing was some kind of trick. It was only for a few crucial seconds, though, before Cearney put his hand forward and gave a very brief, but firm shake.
He drew his hand back to himself as quickly as he could.
"Cearney," said the leprechaun, briefly, knowing it would be obvious he was referring to himself.
Kanth Cearney's got his eye on you Marosa....
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 6:44 pm
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 2:59 am
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"Oi dinnae think so, no." Marosa gave a shrug, thinking back to his homeland. "Though... oi haven't really seen anyone at home, either. Just me da'." And even calling him his father made him wince slightly - it was obvious he didn't really want to go back home. To the gancanagh, the school was his home.
"Oi'm second year, so nay, oi'm not new." The faerie stood, folding his jagged wings behind his back as he let his arms hang lazily at his sides, peering closer at Cearney. "Are ye a leprechaun, then? Oi've never met one in person." Marosa wasn't really worried about touching or close proximity anymore - thanks to his friends, he'd gotten over that particular habit.
Seiana_ZI but i loves himmm biggrin
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 7:47 pm
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Just his da'? Was there no other parent in his life? Was it a singular pumpkin birth? Or perhaps the other parent wasn't a fey? He wondered what other kind of demon it could be.
(Because, of course, he would never assume that the other was a demon.)
... Why did he care, anyway? Whatever. So he was a weird faerie with a faerie father that apparently had never gone outside until he went to Amityville. Fine. Not his problem. The second statement was of a bit more interest--second year and no other faeries but him? Really? Fae were that rare here? The idea that he was not only of one of the rarest faerie races to be, but that faeries themselves were uncommon...
Well, that brought an unexpected grin to his face--that only seemed to grow more confident when the other boil--though he had gotten himself way to close, the other boil really should back up a bit, and to show that he sunk just a bit further into the chair. "Aye, I'm a leprechaun! We are a great and proud race of fey, we are."
Yeah, definitely loved himself.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 8:50 am
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 1:14 am
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:23 am
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When Marosa suggested he might keep copping a feel, Cearney looked a tad alarmed. That wasn't what he -- well, he seemed to be backing off a bit, at least. And he stuck his tongue out. Probably a joke.
Probably.
Cearney knew that seeing another faerie like him, especially like him, might be hard to keep away from, but he didn't want anyone copping a view of him any time soon (or ever, really) as he doubted he'd find another leprechaun here...
He glanced over to Marosa, catching the rather friendly expression on his face and the offer of help that he was extending. Cearney was a little self-centered, of course, and instantly thought about the benefits of such an arrangement. If he had someone who could tell him where everything was and show him things before he did something laughable, so he just looked like the brilliant leprechaun he was the whole time without the side-effect of occasionally looking new... Well, that would be useful. He could certainly see the use in that.
"Nah, this is my first day! I haven't done much looking around yet. Just finished unpacking a li'l while ago." Well, more like he paid some goon to unpack for him but Marosa seemed a little soft, so he'd leave that bit out.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 1:01 pm
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