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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 15:45:11 GMT -8
"Well, OF COURSE we're going to finish drinking our tea," Nyree said to Flare, like he was the dumbest fairy in the world. "It would be so rude and very improper to leave such a lively party." She turned a smile onto Puck and bat her long, long lashes.
"But yes, I can take you. And yes, I would love more tea," Nyree said, waiting for Puck to pour her another cup, and as soon as the fairy was not looking her direction -- swoop! It went flying over her shoulder and into the dirt before she hastily acted like she'd drunk all of it.
"Mmmm!" Nyree said. Her own wings fluttered, perhaps a sign of her impatience. "Did you see the weather today?" She asked the group because she was at a loss of anything else to say. "There was so much of it..." She paused, and then tapped a finger against her lips. "Flare, I could possibly convince a squirrel to carry you..."
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Flare Wildfall
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 18, 2017 19:32:29 GMT -8
"My wings?"
Flare repeated the question like he hadn't thought about it in so long that he had forgotten. Yet even so the memories returned and his tiny shoulders shuddered at the unpleasantness of it all. "I was caught by a nasty tree, a spriggan looking thing, except this one wasn't as friendly as most of them and far uglier. Veritably cruel I'd say," he explained, not going into too much further detail.
Not understanding what Puck meant when he mentioned floating instead of flying, Flare went about pretending as though he hadn't heard the suggestion with an innocent whistle, something he did sometimes to avoid having to deal with awkward conversations.
This carried on until Nyree mentioned a squirrel. "That doesn't sound very comfortable, or safe! Yet such is life, I suppose..." He replied, not making clear whether or not he agreed. He left that decision to her.
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Grubb Corntwigs
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Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 19, 2017 2:32:49 GMT -8
"What an awful shame, Mr. Flare! Please do accept my empathy and condolences." Grubb seemed genuinely sympathetic to Flare's plight, but almost interrupted himself with another exchange with Mr. Stick.
"What do you mean 'see'? No one thinks you had anything to do with Mr. Flare's misfortune! Everything's not about you Mr. Stick!"
Grubb took his cup with the hand that wasn't occupied with Mr. Stick, and, as Flare had, found it to have some amount of dirt in the bottom. Grubb had an affinity for dirt, a connection with it that perhaps even he couldn't well understand or articulate. The pixie put the cup to his nose to breathe in the scent of the wonderful soil.
"Mr. Puck, what type of tea is this?" he sniffed the cup of dirt again, "It has a wonderful floral aroma! Very nice indeed."
Puck Flare Wildfall @nyree
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 19, 2017 22:29:34 GMT -8
"I do think we have drunk enough tea for the day. Let us play the game the Nyree said and catch a squirrel!" Puck picked up Mr. Rock and held it above his head, "We can even give it a little saddle and pretend it is a dragon!" "Mr. Stick seems in the mood for a poking as well. What say we pay a visit to Mr. Squirrel, Miss Stick?" (@nyree Grubb Corntwigs Flare Wildfall)
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2017 19:13:47 GMT -8
"Excellent idea!" Nyree said, slapping her hand against the table as she quickly stood so she wouldn't be forced to eat any more 'muffins' or drink any more 'tea.' She immediately lifted off the ground, hovering in the air as her butterfly-like wings beat quickly behind her.
She turned a concerned expression onto Flare. "Do you know how to ride a squirrel, or shall we fasten you a saddle?"
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 22, 2017 22:12:45 GMT -8
"Yipee!" Said, Puck, as he threw the rock at the pinecone. He went to kick a mushroom, but stopped, "No one actually ate the biscuits, right?"
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Grubb Corntwigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Physical Description: A small pixie, and like other pixies only a few inches tall. He has brown bug-like wings he typically prefers to keep folded behind him unless he is actively in flight. It is very common to see him with a bit of dirt on his face as he is an earth pixie.
Clothes and Equipment: He prefers the colors of the earth for clothing; browns, reds, greens, and yellows. He also tends to carry a tiny satchel with him, which he keeps slung around to his back under his wings.
Registered: May 16, 2017 7:55:54 GMT -8
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Post by Grubb Corntwigs on May 24, 2017 2:54:31 GMT -8
Grubb was already engrossed in another activity as Puck threw the rock at the pinecone. He had abandoned Mr. Stick in favor of putting his ear to the ground - literally. The little pixie had gotten on all-fours in the dirt, then lowered his top half so that he may press his ear to the earth. He rubbed the dirt gently in a little circle with one hand, appearing to be listening intently.
"No no - " he said, interrupting his 'listening' long enough to answer Puck's question. "I just ate the leaves. I didn't mind it!"
With his butt in the air, Grubb continued to caress the ground softly. He switched ears, and tried to listen with his left ear instead of his right. One might begin to wonder if he actually had eaten the mushroom - or if he hadn't, wonder what he would be doing if he had.
"Is there going to be food on the way? That leaf isn't holding me as well as you'd think!"
Grubb was hungry. He was always hungry.
( @nyree Puck Flare Wildfall)
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Flare Wildfall
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: A small fae, only a few inches in height and with a pair of torn membrane wings that leave him able to fly for only short distances. As with most of his kind, Flare is soft and feminine looking.
Clothes and Equipment: Tends to wear tiny clothes made of tiny things and wields a strong red thorn as a sword, though he doesn't like using it.
Registered: May 14, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -8
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Post by Flare Wildfall on May 24, 2017 19:07:57 GMT -8
Flare looked rather worried by the idea of having to ride a squirrel, since he knew them to be voracious little nut-eaters and extraordinarily talented climbing enthusiasts! "I think a saddle might be useful," he admitted as he stood from the table and looked at the towering trees around them. "Finding a squirrel and persuading them to let me ride should be easy enough, but holding on will be quite the issue. They're adventurous things, not so easily taken to being controlled like a bird might!" He began to walk around the area of their tea-party, flicking leaves and bits it twig with his shoes in search for nuts or berries that had fallen from above. "Food on the way? Only what we can find, I suppose!" ( @nyree Grubb Corntwigs Puck )
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Puck
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Physical Description: Six inches tall. Naked. Turquoise hair. Blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Equipment:
Little brown mushroom hat
Strand of red hair of unknown power
Registered: May 22, 2015 23:06:55 GMT -8
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Post by Puck on May 27, 2017 0:17:08 GMT -8
"Fae find food in the forest." Chanted Puck as he flittered into the trees. The mischievous fae was very excited to have found so many new friends to play with. "I will knock Mr. Squirls out of the tree and you guys can subdue him with sticks. Or feed him that mushroom!" Puck laughed as he zoomed from branch to branch, tree to tree, looking for a squirrel. At last he a large bushy tail revealed the little beast. The squirrel turned and Puck stopped his attack. It appeared that some sort of evil had indeed invaded this forest and this squirrel! Puffy little cheeks bulged with flesh and feathers from a dead bird. The squirrel's eyes were black and foam bubbled from its nose and mouth. The voracious tree rodent dropped the wing it had been gnawing on and leaped at the fairy. "IT"S A DEMON BEASTY!" Shouted Puck as he zoomed towards the ground, squirrel hot on his tail. ( Grubb Corntwigs Flare Wildfall @nyree )
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 20:45:38 GMT -8
Nyree had been absorbed in something in the forest. Something... something didn't feel right. She heard a distance conversation happening around her, but her pixie face was turned toward the dark that somehow seemed... darker? Her wings were absolutely still, and her gaze turned intense...
Puck went off to find a squirrel, and he came screaming back. He'd found one.
Just, apparently, it was an evil one.
Fluttering up, feeling as if this must be the answer to the darkness she felt, Nyree pulled her sword from her hip. "Never fear!" she called to Puck, and zoomed toward him, wielding that little blade in an effort to save a friend... or at the very least, not allow a friendly stranger to die by squirrel.
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