[red].Raven
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Pom
Jan 26, 2008 14:39:20 GMT -5
Post by [red].Raven on Jan 26, 2008 14:39:20 GMT -5
Agatha watched Pom continue on her way and smiled to herself. 'Three...' She reached behind her back, returning empty-handed. 'Two...' With on of her other arms, she reached behind her back once more, again returning empty-handed. 'One' On cue, Pom came racing around the corner, the cat following promptly. Grinning, Agatha brought her two 'unoccupied' hands toward each other and pulled one back. Opening her hand, there was a quiet twang and then a thunk, followed by a thin barrier of solid energy shooting up just behind Pom and just in front of the pursuing feline, which, if it remained unaware, would simply smack face first into the near-transparent wall. A small arrow with yellow feathers at one end, the stalk no longer than Agatha's forearm, could now be seen planted securely into the floor at the base of the barrier. Smirking, looking very satisfied, Agatha placed one hand on the ground, palm up to... help Pom gain some altitude, shall we loosely say. "I warned you."
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Pom
Jan 26, 2008 17:09:31 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 26, 2008 17:09:31 GMT -5
"You didn't say it was just outside the door!" Pom said, sounding very angry and at seeing Agatha's expression she lost it, "It's not funny, you know!" she defended. "You sadistic freak! God! Let someone get chased by a cat and whatnot, huh?" Pom sad down pretzel-style on Agatha's palm. She didn't say anything else, she was rather peeved, though. Her wings were relaxed on her back, though still not any better in condition. She muttered something under her breath, though thankfully not loud enough for Agatha to hear. The looked down, though not specifically at anything, she was just steeping in her anger right now.
The cat wasn't much happier, it's face hurt now, and it still had no food. It sat on it's side of the barrier, watching hopefully untill a few moments later when it finally gave up and stalked away to find a mouse or some jibjarn like that.
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[red].Raven
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Pom
Jan 26, 2008 18:06:59 GMT -5
Post by [red].Raven on Jan 26, 2008 18:06:59 GMT -5
Agatha grinned. "Well, to be fair, I did warn you multiple times. And I told you to be ready with your spritey magic and whatnot." She watched the cat until it padded off and then brought her attention back to Pom. "And," she continued. "I did in fact save you... again." The woman's antennae twitched with amusement, and two of her arms were placed on the ground behind her to keep her supported while she leaned back. Hey, she wouldn't feel guilty about Pom's misfortune. She'd given her ample warning and offers of all different kinds of help, but the tiny lady had refused everything. Agatha said nothing more, simply being entertained by Pom's anger and frustration.
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Pom
Jan 28, 2008 20:09:32 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 28, 2008 20:09:32 GMT -5
"Faeryn, what are you doing in here? I've been looking everywhere for you, cousin!" an exasperated voice said. Now a young man, appearing about sixteen, leaned against the doorframe at a towering five foot six. Hair the color of new grass curled about his head with some threat of taking over his eyes, though it seemed to have been trimmed back a bit recently. His eyes, a bright coal-fire red, sparkled with mischief, and the complacent turn of his lips was no better. With skin almost as pale as paper, one would be tempted to think 'vampire', but Gerro was nothing of the sort.
Bells tied to his wrists, ankles, and ears jingled cheerfully as he walked closer, colliding into the barrier with a jolt of surprise. Bravado shattered for the moment, he toppled onto his butt and rubbed his nose in resignation, tilting his head at the two.
"Why would you ever want to hurt me, Aggy?" he asked with a show of being emotionally hurt. Then he smiled to let her know he wasn't really offended. "I just wanted my cousin back for our audition. I've found a new strings and a new drums player. Wait a minute... Faeryn... did you cut your hair... Oh!" Gerro realized that this attractive young woman was not his cousin at all. That explained to urge to charm her adorable soul until she fell into his arms in everlasting love when he entered the room. Always go with your gut feelings. "So sorry, miss, a terrible mistake. Who's your friend, Aggy?"
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Pom
Jan 29, 2008 19:31:47 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 29, 2008 19:31:47 GMT -5
Pom looked towards the newcomer with a suprised expression, her wings fluttered slightly, including her bent up one that really didn't look too good at all. Ever muscle in her body tensed, she didn't like the sight of so many... tall people. Or as they would probably say 'normal' yeah, sure. Laugh it up at the sprite, yeah. You're all hilarious. He certainly looked odd, to be sure- green hair and red eyes? Pssh! Walking circus tent or something, but that was besides the point, he seemed nice, actually... "I can speak, you know, and my name is Pom." She spoke sounding the slightest bit insulted that she had been overlooked like that, she was small, but she wasn't stupid. She looked towards the green haired man with the slightest frowny pout on her face, which seemed to have an odd way of looking somewhat adorable when she did it. She looked towards the ground for a moment, but in remembering what happened the last time she tried to go anywhere... she decided against it and besides, now there was a barrier, as the odd stranger so plainly made obvious. She kinda liked the bells, though... they made a pleasant sound... even if they made him look... foppish... to say the least.
Pom looked back towards Agatha for a few moments, she figured this person knew Agatha... though real introductions were probably going to be skipped, knowing her luck... so she kinda stood there, looking quite unhappy with the world so far, especially this hellhole known as Twilight Moon Academy. She just wanted to find some small secretive place again... maybe find some actual sprites and figure out what was wrong with her...
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[red].Raven
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Pom
Feb 2, 2008 22:09:05 GMT -5
Post by [red].Raven on Feb 2, 2008 22:09:05 GMT -5
Agatha giggle quietly at Gerro's oh-so-graceful entrance. "Sorry 'bout that, Gerro." Leaning over, careful to keep her palm steady for Pom, Agatha reached her small arrow and yanked it from the floor with a soft 'crack'. The barrier immediately disintegrated into dust-like flecks and then into nothing at all, as though it had never existed. Blinking a couple times, still grinning, Agatha gestured toward the tiny sprite. "And this, as you have already heard, is my dear friend Pom, an itty-bitty little person who had an unfortunate run-in with a cat just recently." The woman pointed toward Pom's mangled wing to indicate the damage of the incident; an accident Pom should have been able to avoid quite easily, actually, if she had used her magic. Why was Pom so touchy about that subject, anyway?
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Pom
Feb 2, 2008 22:52:12 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 2, 2008 22:52:12 GMT -5
Pom kept her little frowning pout of an expression but a bit of shame passed through it, and she looked at Agatha's palm, her shoulder's drooping, did she absolutely HAVE to tell people about the cat? It wasn't her fault, really it wasn't. When Agatha pointed at her wing, she snapped at her, "Would you just leave it?" she pleaded, her purplish red eyes looking up at Agatha for a few moments, she blushed and sat there, feeling utterly pathetic... no magic? Damn...
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Pom
Feb 3, 2008 14:58:53 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Feb 3, 2008 14:58:53 GMT -5
"I'm very sorry, Pom," Gerro apologized. "It's bad enough, being here with Aggy's shining beauty alone, but with two majestic women, not just one... I get so horribly shy. I've never been very graceful with words," he explained self-deprecatingly. Gerro kneeled down besides the two and took out his flute, an odd work of metal decorated with carvings that looked like water. He played a short song called 'The Wind that Sweeps the Willows', and it summoned up magic to heal her wing.
"I'm very lucky to meet you, Pom," he smiled, pocketing his flute. "And I would hardly call you tiny." At that Gerro became only six inches high, in his own sprite form. He looked almost exactly the same, except that now he had delicate little wings, black with curled, vine-weaving green.
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Pom
Feb 3, 2008 16:14:16 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 3, 2008 16:14:16 GMT -5
When Pom's wing healed she looked towards Gerro in astonishment, before her wing healed she just thought Gerro odd, just playing like that, but now it seemed that the instrument carried magic. When Gerro became a sprite like her, though... her eyes grew wide, "Y-you're... no..." She muttered dumbly. It was obvious she either hadn't seen many of her kind before now or she had seen absolutely no other sprites. From her expression it was probably the latter. "You're not a sprite! What are you?" she asked, her eyes wide and she looked almost frightened, she seemed to refuse to believe that she would have come accross another sprite. She looked towards Agatha, her eyes curious to see if Agatha had an explanation or something of the sort, because it really couldn't be possible... nor probable that this odd green haired, red eyed being was a sprite. She wanted him to be as he was now... but she didn't at the exact time. The concept of well... another was frightening to her and she wondered if that meant that there were people in search of this place, carrying thier glass jars and things with them, a faint shivver passed through Pom at the thought.
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[red].Raven
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Pom
Feb 3, 2008 22:14:30 GMT -5
Post by [red].Raven on Feb 3, 2008 22:14:30 GMT -5
Agatha immediately let her hand drop when Pom snapped at her. The tiny sprite seemed pretty desperate, so Agatha decided to leave the subject alone for the time being. She watched, grinning, as Gerro oh so subtly flirted with the little lady; she didn't mind the compliments thrown her way either. Ah yes, Gerro. When Pom gave Agatha that curious look, the woman only grinned even more brightly. Slowly but surely, careful to keep her palm steady, Agatha lowered her palm so Pom would be at the same level Gerro was. "He doesn't bite... as far as I know, anyway." Good humor flashed through her eyes as she glanced at the little man before returning her attention back to Pom. "Play nice." Giggling, Agatha, poked the she-sprite very gently in the back in an attempt to get her to move from her hand and on to the floor with Gerro.
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Pom
Feb 5, 2008 20:47:37 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Feb 5, 2008 20:47:37 GMT -5
"I hate to disagree with a voice so lovely, but I was born a sprite, and that kind of thing doesn't change. And Aggie was as kind to insert that I am not of the biting cousin species, the pixie." He smiled warmly to Aggie, thanking her with a nod.
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Pom
Feb 5, 2008 21:10:25 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 5, 2008 21:10:25 GMT -5
Pom shook her head, "You're not lying? So you're really another sprite?" she asked, clarifying this, "You might think me a bit daft... but I've never seen another sprite before..." she admitted, the color of her cheeks reddened slightly more and she remembered Agatha for a moment and she grew slightly embarrassed, okay- for Pom, it was rather excruciatingly embarrassing. Her wings fluttered slightly and she stepped off of Agatha's hand and onto the floor with Gerro, her dark eyes glinted with a new found interest in Gerro, "Are there others here?" she began contemplating perhaps staying, if there was some population of her kind here. The concept of such a thing made her heart race with excitement.
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Pom
Mar 24, 2008 20:41:27 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Mar 24, 2008 20:41:27 GMT -5
"Such a sad thing!" Gerro exclaimed, his eyes wide. "There are other sprites here, my cousin, and alfred, and a few students I believe. You would be welcomem here too. Of course, you're probably welcome anywhere..." She probably had all of the men after her, wanting only one thing. At least Gerro knew himself to be different, and could protect her.
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Pom
Mar 24, 2008 21:50:38 GMT -5
Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 24, 2008 21:50:38 GMT -5
Pom tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, "Would you... mind if I asked a few questions?" she inquired, not really waiting for any answer though, it wasn't one of her important questions. Her bright purple eyes inspected Gerro and her wings buzzed slightly, her hand reaching up to poke Gerro in the nose, a rather nonchalant gesture, really. She smiled as she started with the interrogations, "How did you change your size? Do you steal children from thier cribs? Do you live under a hill? You mentioned something about pixies... what's the difference between a nymph and a sprite? Or a faerie... or a pixie? Can I see your back? Take your shirt off please." She nodded, obviously seeing nothing wrong with her request, so either she was shameless or she was pathetically ignorant.
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Pom
Mar 25, 2008 21:13:11 GMT -5
Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Mar 25, 2008 21:13:11 GMT -5
Gerro chuckled under the torrent of questions, but he didn't mind. He did wonder how old she was, though, that would have to be one of his questions. "I do not steal children from cribs. Kids are fine, but I'll have my own some day. I don't live under a hill; those are halflings, I think, but I live in a room up in the teacher's section, across from Kerret and above Franco's. It's really entertaining living above Franco. I change my size using the Sipheris Illusion, but there are other ones much better for you." His face grew rather dark. "You'd definitely want another one." Then he took a deep breath and plunged one. "Nymphs aren't very much like faeries, pixies, or sprites. They're just bound to a tree or a body of water or something, but they're usually human sized... and get raped by goatpeople... a lot. Poor nymphs. Faeries are very pure, some say they're angels that got kicked out of heaven, but they're very small from angels. Pixies and faeries are closely related; the only real difference is that most faeries can't touch iron and their wings are softer. Some people say that faeries steal children and such, but that's really rumors started from pixies. "The pixies look pretty much the same as us, except they have fangs. They're like mini demons, pixies, vulnerable to silver and holy things. If a human gets bitten by a pixie, they're likely to feel very lightheaded and, for lack of a better word: high. People talk about how dangerous vampires are, but if you let a pixie lead you away, get tricked into eating some of their food, you're as good as gone from the mortal world. Worse for sprites and faeries. They might as well be vampires for us." Gerro nodded twice, to make sure she got that. "Why do you want to see my back?" he queried, but certainly there was no objection to taking his shirt off. The green-haired sprite needed no excuse. He pulled his loose tunic over his head, carefully edging his wings out of the slits in the back, and held it crumpled into a ball in his hand.
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