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Volume One: Number Theory
« on: November 08, 2011, 10:15:42 PM »
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Phil @ The Park

Phil crosses the park at a leisurely pace, raincoat sheltering a colorful wrapped package even as he enjoys the vigorous weather. Dull as the more ordinary deliveries may be, they do have the upside of nobody trying to kill him for a change.



Kitty @ The Park

Having abandoned trying to get a look at Otto's funeral due to a severe case of "too many damn people to see a thing", Lilly Dachner wanders about the city under the shelter of her colorful umbrella. On a whim, she decides to go for a walk in a nearby park instead, maybe afterward she'll sit down in a café with a TV to look at the funeral or watch a recording at home later. There's just one problem with that wonderful plan.

Dogs. She doesn't know if it's because dogs used to be supposed to protect hen-coops from foxes or because dogs help hunting foxes or because one of the oldest fox-demon tales involves a loving wife being chased away by a dog, but Kitty and her mother hate the damn critters, and it seems to be mutual. She only notices what's wrong when a big retriever starts growling at her. Looking around to see dog walkers all over the place, she wrinkles her nose, wondering if coming to the park wasn't actually a horrible idea, when she spies something that immediately lightens her mood. "Heeeey!"
Running up to the familiar figure, Lilly lightly pats Phil on the right shoulder, then steps to his left, beaming at him with a toothy smile. "If it isn't my favorite fairy prince! How ya doing?"



Phil @ The Park

Oh dear, this can't be good.
"What're you doing here?! He glances about, slowing his walk, "Its not going to be like the ball all over again, is it?"



The Funeral
Leo Berenson had had just about enough of rain. He had enough of it back in New England, and more than enough of it during the three months he spent in Jolly Old. For some reason, even here in Austria, rain clouds hung around as though their sole purpose was to track mud in Leo's life. Like he didn't have enough to deal with, what with one of Old Mickey's so-called Wizard Buddies asking to meet at a coffee shop after the funeral. Although, as funerals went, Leo gave credit where credit was due; someone around here sure did give a hoot about this Habsburg guy- A lot of someones.

The young man struggled through the crowds, hoping to find someplace out of the way until the crowd cleared. As an American, he didn't know much about just about anything in Austria; anything he did know, he had heard years ago during some family reunion, or had to learn about in the last couple of months of wandering. Luckily, there was a youth hostel in the city that was fairly low-key, and low-technology. That suited Leo just fine, since as a Wizard- ok, Wizard-in-Training- he and technology just didn't get along. There would probably be a lot of dropped calls and photographs missed as he wound his way toward his destination.



The Funeral
Some events are obligatory for wealthy families.  No son of the Sheffields, acknowledged or ignored, could escape the looming specter of Habsburg's funeral.  To them, the driving rain was something to be endured with proper decorum, not avoided.  Dressed to the nines in a dark suit worth more than your average car, Arsene plotted his escape from the steady drone of the proceedings.  All he really needed was a suitable distraction... and if that didn't appear on its own, it wouldn't be difficult to manufacture.



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The Funeral
"Leo!" booms a rather short, bearded man for whom the phrase "barrel-chested" seems to have been coined. He makes his way through the crowd over to the younger man, grasping and wringing his hand. "Splendid to see you here, dear boy! It's always wonderful to see the younger generation taking an interest in Austria's history...Bless me, I'm shouting again, aren't I?" he adds, noticing the pointed stares directed his way. "I'll just accompany you to the service, then. On the way back for coffee, I'll teach you a little about Otto, God rest his soul." He beams up at Leo.



The Park

"Hmm? Why ever would it be like the ball? Sorry, you don't get to dance with me today." Lilly hops in front of Phil, doing a little pirouette. "I'm just taking a walk and getting barked at. Don't you want to protect a nice girl from the mean dogs?" Leaning to the side, she peeks past the changeling's shoulder at one of the more dangerous-looking specimens of the dogs whose attention rests on her, as if hiding behind him, and sticks her tongue out at it.



Phil @ The Park

Phil glances at Lilly, "My aunt still hadn't forgiven me for that yet you know."
He walks closer to the dogs, on the basis that she didn't like them, so she might go away at some point.



The Funeral

"Yes, splendid."

Though Leo is genuinely interested in learning more about the place that he is effectively stuck in for the foreseeable future, the mix of weather and the general environment of the funeral didn't exactly make him feel all giddy.

He looks down at the elder Wizard, who is quite a bit shorter than him. Leo wasn't exactly a giant, like some described that other Wizard as, but he managed well enough to dwarf this man. Rather, Leo stands at roughly six feet tall-- Ok, so... what, 1.85 meters? Damn, he'd have to get used to describing things metrically-- and was possessed of a wide frame, though he was of fairly average weight. Something about his predilection for earth magic seemed to bolster his body and make it tougher and denser, or so he thought. Maybe it was just genetics, though his parents were both smaller; his mother was actually quite short, while his father was on the lower end of average. Then again, he hadn't known either set of grandparents, though he was told that he took after both his grandfathers in certain ways.

"You know, when I was young, my parents told me I was actually named after Saint Leopold. I guess my family's got some history in Vienna, but honestly, I don't remember much of it. "



The Funeral
"Well, we'll soon fix that, won't we?" The elderly wizard nodded absently, steering through the crowd with Leo in tow and taking a seat. It looked as though the priest had been talking a while, but he didn't seem close to wrapping up.

The Park
By this point, Lilly had attracted the attention of a lot of dogs. Even the smaller sorts had looked up from their sniffing pastimes and started to edge closer to her, teeth bared. When Phil stepped closer to the dog walkers, the retriever that had startled Lilly earlier started barking loudly. His owner, looking frazzled, tugged on the leash, apologizing profusely to the changeling but not managing to settle the large dog down. The other dogs started following suit, and within seconds the park was full of the sounds of angry dogs barking, howling, and trying their hardest to get away from their owners.



The Park

Graciously ignoring the intent behind Phil's actions, Lilly chooses to interpret his stepping forward as stepping up to defend her... as seem to do the dogs. "Go get em! Um..." Her enthusiasm falters a bit as all the other dogs in the park seem to follow the leader. (Stupid dogs. Can't they think for themselves? Of course they can't.) "I know fortune favors the hero defensing the damsel in distress, but... you might want to retreat to a chokepoint. You're kind of outnumbered."



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"Why me...",Phil pauses and starts to backpedal. "Uhh...nice doggies?"



The Park

"Noooo! Wroong!" Stepping up behind Phil's back, Lilly sticks her tongue out at a pitbull. "Bad dogs! Stupid dogs!"


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The Park
Things might have calmed down if Lilly hadn't stuck her tongue out. But the retriever let out a furious bark and wrenched his leash out of his owner's hands before bounding after the odd pair. Emboldened by its success, the other dogs began to escape their owners' grasps and join in the chase.

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The Park

"Uh oh." She could have taken one retriever, with ease. Tricked it into chasing its own tail or something, an oldie but a goodie. The whole park's worth of dogs... not so much. Turning around, Lilly grabs Phil's elbow and starts sprinting towards the nearest park exit. "Tactical retreat!"

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Phil @ The Park

"Dammit, dammit!"
Quickly deciding that disentangling her wouldn't be right(besides it'd take too much time), Phil grabs her arm in exchange, holding the package under his other arm as he physically hauls Kitty away with the practiced ease of somebody who spent most of his adult life running from something or another, hauling something.

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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #1 on: November 08, 2011, 10:19:20 PM »
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The long, droning memorial speech continued, causing the eyes of the audience match the sky's cloudiness.

Only to be interrupted abruptly as a pair of guys ran past in a blur, followed by what spectators would later describe as 'a goddamn wolfpack'.

Wait, is that them?

Taking the advantage of the welcome distraction, Arsene slipped out of the crowd to pursue.  He'd catch flak for it later, but anything was better than this.



The Park (but not for long)
It had been such a nice--

Well, it had been a rather pleasant--

Alright, it had frankly been a rather average day, but the dogs were just too much. It simply wasn't possible that a pack of dogs had started chasing two people through the park, decided each person as Phil and Lilly ran closer. They therefore paid close attention to something else in the hopes that the impossibility wouldn't start chasing them.

As the pair left the park, closely escorted by the dogs, something caught their attention. It wasn't the man in the dirty jumpsuit. It wasn't the fact that he was watering one of the trees. It was the fact that very few gardeners, if any, water trees using a petrol can.

The Funeral
Absolutely no one in the crowd watched the younger Sheffield making his escape. Their attentions had come unmoored partway through the second sermon on Death and were now fixed raptly on the spectacle of two figures chased by a massive pack of dogs.

Even if they had been watching Arsene slip away, they wouldn't have seen anything. The man seated next to him would have sworn that no one had been there in the first place. His exit was so smooth you could use it to grease door hinges.

Not that he'd need silent door hinges. Because he was that sneaky.



(Previously) The Park

Think fast, Kitty. The day was shaping up to be rather unfun, and Lilly just wouldn't have that. Especially not at the paws of a bunch of smelly mutts. Add to that that being dragged by another isn't exactly the most dignified way to flee. Something needs to happen. "Left!", she barked (get it?) to Phil as he left the park with her in tow, hoping that he'd follow the direction without thinking too much about it and get them out of line of sight from the park.
Closing her eyes, Lilly took two deep breaths, holding the second as she scribbled a sign into the air with her free index finger. When she released the breath, it came out as a haze of colorless flames that crept along her body and Phil's, engulfing them... and suddenly, the dogs were chasing nothing.

Inside the veil, a screen of ghostly fire muted the outside world, making it look kind of like an old black-white film. The noise of the rain sounded distant, and even the wet dog fur wasn't quite as bad. More importantly, so hidden from their pursuers, Lilly tugged on Phil's jacket to signal for him to slow down and let her get on her feet.

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Realizing what she was doing as the haze springs up, Phil screeches to a halt, still holding the package gingerly under his coat.



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The angry baying of the hounds turns to a confused whine as their quarry vanishes. Some of the more eager dogs keep running in the same direction, while others circle around on the spot.



Outside the Park

Righting and dusting herself off, Kitty surveyed the dogs (stupid dogs) with a smile as they split into groups of overenthusiastic and confused. She lifter a finger to her lips and hissed a low "Shhh" to Phil, then tugged at his arm to lead him back to the park. Now she could take her walk with a lot fewer annoying dogs barking at her. And take a peek at that wannabe gardener with the petrol can, while she was at it.

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"What the heck is going on? What's everyone looking at over there?" Leo attempted to peer over at the spectacle, but couldn't quite make everything out from his vantage point. "Is that...? What the... Where did all those dogs come from? Is there a dog-park nearby?"



The Funeral
Leo's elderly companion spluttered, definitely gasted and quite possibly flabber. The rest of the crowd was just as confused, but the priest seemed to be engrossed in his speeches and was not paying the dogs--or the crowd--the slightest bit of attention.

The Park (Again)
As Kitty and Phil drew closer to the park's entrance, the sharp tang of petrol rudely kicked aside the lingering fragrance of wet dog. The man in the dirty jumpsuit was still there, leaning against the excessively large tree he was "watering" earlier. The can lay discarded to the side, and his outfit was sopping wet. His head was bowed and his lips moved silently as though he too were praying for the recently deceased Habsburg.



The Park

Kitty wrinkled her nose at the new stench as she reentered the park with Phil. Between wet dogs and petrol, she honestly couldn't decide which smell is worse, but she was leaning towards the dogs on general principle. Regardless, so much for her nice walk.
Pointing at the so-called gardener, Kitty whispers to Phil, taking care to keep her voice low enough for the veil to muffle it, "There, that guy. Smells like arson. Literally." A beat passes before she adds, "Ugh. Can you do some wind thing to make the smell bearable? My poor nose..."



Phil @ The Park

"Not such a good idea I think. Wind makes fire much worse. I could encourage the rain a little though..." Phil glances at the clouds, concentrating as he reaches under his raincoat for his focus baton. A surreptitious twirling is mirrored in the skies above, as a spasm of wind compacts the clouds over the park area, squeezing out a near legendary deluge.

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The Park
The clouds quickly gather and turn the mildly annoying rain into a thick, drenching storm that quickly leaves anyone nearby looking as though they've jumped into a lake. The suspicious gardener looks up in dismay before pulling out a pocket watch, squinting through the deluge to check the dial.



Phil

Phil looks about, why would anyone want to commit arson when things are too wet to burn anyway?



The Funeral

Leo leaned over and asked the elder Wizard, "Do large packs of dogs normally run around like that? Is that typical for this city?"

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The Park
The man stood with sudden determination, dropped the watch, pulled a cigarette lighter out of his pocket, and held it to his sleeve before flicking it dramatically.

This had absolutely no effect, since the storm Phil concocted was probably potent enough to drown some of the smaller dogs that had been chasing him earlier. The gardener kept trying, his demeanor changing from that of a martyr to one of desperation.

The Funeral
"No," the older wizard said in evident consternation, staring up and around in great confusion. "And would you look at that?" He pointed to the thick mass of clouds that had clumped in the sky not too far away. "That's not right at all." The crowd was also muttering to one another about the freak rainstorm.

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The Funeral
Leo gets caught up in paying attention to the clouds being pointed out to him. "I've got to agree with you there... Do you think they're connected?"



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The Funeral
"It certainly seems that way," he mused, frowning at the sky. "Are the Courts at it again?"



The Park

Kitty watched the wannabe martyr's behavior with amusement that she didn't bother to hide as she huddled under her umbrella with Phil still on her arm. "Poor guy, he looks like he really wanted to burn..." With a wry smile, she extended one hand towards the man as far as she could while staying inside the veil and took a deep breath. As she breathed out, she drew some signs into the air in the man's direction and... nothing happened. Or so it seemed, anyway.

The martyr saw otherwise. After many failed attempts, the lighter finally flared to life in a flash, engulfing his arm with fire in a matter of seconds and swiftly spreading across his body and to the tree. He might eventually notice that the flames were not actually hot, but... details, right?

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The Funeral

Leo shuddered in remembrance of his last encounter with denizens of Faerie; he had had a rather rotten curse laid on him by a Wyldfae Lord- a Leprechaun- to act as motivation in retrieving the Lord's stolen gold. If Leo never saw another Fae again, died, was reincarnated a few times, and never saw a single one during those lifetimes either, it would still be too soon. However, knowing the kind of trouble it meant if the Sidhe were fighting with one another, he scrounged up the will to say,

"We might need to find out."



The Park
Oddly enough for a man who believed he was ablaze, the ersatz gardener's face was ecstatic as he flung himself against the tree, shouting wordlessly. It's remarkable what a little push will do to persuade someone who's fanatic and desperate.

Actually wanting to be on fire probably helps too. At least, that's what it looked like to the two three observers watching a grown man...nuzzling? Nuzzling a tree.

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The Funeral
"Yes...yes, I think we might just have to leave the history lesson for--oh my," the elder wizard trailed off lamely. By now, anyone who had stopped paying attention to the dogs and the storm had noticed the priest slumped over the podium. "Good lord...Leo, dear boy! Go find out who's causing that storm. I'll go see what I can do for that man. Excuse me!" he thundered, not pushing his way through the crowd of anxious mourners so much as bulldozing. "Let me through!" The command was entirely unnecessary, given that anyone who had seen the wizard coming had made it a priority to be at least several yards out of his path. Those who hadn't were being propelled ahead as a sort of human battering ram.
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #2 on: November 08, 2011, 10:19:51 PM »
The Funeral
Leo hadn't noticed anything had happened at all to the Priest, but curiosity was literally bowled over as Sigmund blew past everyone. Leo fought through the crowd, moving toward the Park where the concentration of clouds had erupted.


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Phil @ The Park

"That is just seriously messed up..."
Phil stares incredulously at the man.



The Park

Fighting not to succumb to giggling fits that might compromise her veil, Lilly watches the so-called martyr with equal parts amusement and bemusement. "Okay... I guess we should call the police now. We did sort of witness attempted arson... and I'm pretty sure that counts as public indecency, too."
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #3 on: December 12, 2011, 09:46:12 PM »
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It was the work of a moment for Leo (and perhaps a certain wealthy truant) to arrive at the entrance to the park. Even through the mysterious driving rain that had somehow materialized over the park, he could see a man plastered against a tree in a way that would have had him arrested in a heartbeat had the tree been a human. His sobbing was interspersed with incoherent, joyful mumbles.

Off in the distance, faint siren wails could be heard.
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #4 on: January 12, 2012, 11:45:44 AM »
Pulling out a somewhat old cellphone of her own, Lilly guided her conscripted bodyguard with her on a walk to a now less-populated corner of the park near the entrance before dropping her veil in the hope that the wannabe arsonist would be more interesting to others than two people appearing out of thin air. The screening ghost-flames guttered out like a candle deprived of air as Kitty breathed in.

Having dismissed the spell, she started fiddling with the old, cheap, and somewhat clunky phone. "Now let's see if the veil killed it..." Though the sirens in the distance announced the arrival of some kind of emergency car, she figured she might as well make sure and tried dialling 133.

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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #5 on: January 13, 2012, 12:40:27 AM »
A crackle of static erupted from the earpiece of the phone before a somewhat harassed voice answered. "Police, what's the nature of your emergency?"
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #6 on: January 13, 2012, 10:53:30 AM »
Lilly's sudden appearance brought mixed emotions for Leo. On the one hand, she had saved his bacon before, and for that he was grateful. On the other hand, mischief seemed to follow her around like a lost puppy dog. Chances were that given the bizarre antics in the park, Lilly would have some clue as to what was going on.

The young Wizard-in-training began to approach Lilly and her guest, who also portended grim tidings. He just hoped that he wouldn't have to deal with any more Fae for a while.

As he got closer, Leo called out, "Lilly! It's good to see you again. Been keeping busy? You wouldn't happen to know about the dendrophiliac over there, or the extremely localized weather patterns, would you?"

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« Reply #7 on: January 14, 2012, 06:54:32 AM »
"Aah, hello... I'd like to report an attempted arson in--" She was about to tell the officer the park they were in, when a certain wizard showed up. He was fun to mess with and all, but... looking at him, Lilly pointed exaggeratedly at the cellphone on her ear and then made several shooing motions in his direction. --In the city park. He tried to set a tree on fire, but it didn't work because of the rain. Itdoesn'tlooklikehe'sgoinganywherethough." Trying to get the location of the incident and any additional details through as quickly as possible before Leo did anything weird to her poor electronics, she talked faster than she probably should have. Good thing fast-talking was her specialty.
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #8 on: January 17, 2012, 01:48:47 AM »
"I see. Can you give me a description? An officer should be there in a few minutes." The man sounded quite distracted, and during the brief moments where the static wasn't acting up, angry voices were audible in the background.
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #9 on: January 17, 2012, 02:31:47 AM »
"Yessir..." Lilly proceeded to give an approximate description of the pervert and hang up when she was given leave to.  With that done, she finally turned to Leo with a grin. "Iiif it isn't my favorite Teddy wizard! What're you doing here?"
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #10 on: January 17, 2012, 10:11:01 AM »
"Isn't it obvious? I'm here for a leisurely stroll in the park. Beautiful weather we're having, right?" Leo folds his arms. "I happened to be visiting the big funeral downtown with a man I was supposed to be meeting with to begin some training, when a huge pack of dogs ran by. Moments later, we noticed bizarre, thick, dark clouds keeping a sudden downpour localized over this area of the park, stronger than any of the other surrounding rain. And then the priest keeled over. That's all too much for a coincidence."

Leo looked back at the man in the jumpsuit, and then returned his view to Lilly and her guest. "And who is this? Have we met before? There's something strangely familiar about you." Leo tried to place a name to the face, but could just not recall having actually met him before. Like seeing a face in a crowd, then losing that face a second later.

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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #11 on: January 17, 2012, 05:23:35 PM »
Kitty puffed her cheeks in mock offense. "Just because something weird happens doesn't mean it's my fault." Raising one hand, she began to count off the events on her fingers. "The thing with the pack was those dogs' own damn fault. The rain is his fault," She pointed at Phil before he had any chance to protest, "And the priest... no idea. Stroke?" Lilly shrugged before looking over to the pervert gardener. "That one... kind of is my fault, I guess."

Her face, however, lit up when Leo mentioned his unfamiliarity with Phil. "Oh, this is the fairy prince! You might've seen him at the Life Ball in June. He was the cantaloupe's best man."
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #12 on: January 17, 2012, 09:40:53 PM »
"Faerie.. prince? As in, of one of the Courts? Oh no, what did you get mixed up in? Is this downpour a Court thing?"

Too bad being a Wizard means almost constantly bumping into some type of Fae creature or another, even if you're just a Fledgeling Wizard. Magic and the creatures of Faerie are inextricably intertwined, so it's inevitable that a practitioner of magic would come face to face with a lot of Fae.

"Ok, ok, Sorry. After that Leprechaun, I'm still a little... leery of Faeries. So, just what is Tree-man's deal?"

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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #13 on: January 17, 2012, 10:31:21 PM »
Phil facepalms, and sighs at Kitty's remark, "Don't take everything that girl tells you at face value, I'm no prince."

"As for that guy...he looks like hes engaging in public obscenity. I just put a damper on his being on fire on top of it."
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« Reply #14 on: January 18, 2012, 12:21:11 AM »
"A damper. Funny... But he's not on fire. Was he before? Because he doesn't even look singed."

Leo briefly contemplates the obscene man, then turns back to Phil and looks him over. "So, you're not a prince, but you are a faerie? I can't say I can quite place you. Don't tell me... Hmm... Changeling? No, that doesn't seem exactly right... Definitely not a pixie or a troll... hmm... I'm sure I can figure it out..."

Leo seems dead set on figuring out Phil's lineage, perhaps a bit too eager for someone who just got done declaring how much he is "done" with faeries.

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« Reply #17 on: January 18, 2012, 01:35:00 PM »
"He's a windbag type," Lilly helpfully supplied.
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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #18 on: January 22, 2012, 02:26:51 AM »
Phil sighs, ignoring the debate over his lineage, "Hes got some fuel all over him, but the rain prevented the fire from starting. Then the freak started molesting that tree for some reason. Anyone wants to talk to him?"
Everything is edible. Just that there are things only edible once per lifetime.
It's a god-eat-god world.

Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves; The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

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Re: Volume One: Number Theory
« Reply #19 on: January 22, 2012, 10:49:11 AM »
"Hmm? Oh, oh yes, the guy." Leo quickly shelves his internal investigation into the heritage of the unknown faerie and cautiously approaches the wild maniac.

"Uh... Hello? Sir? Are you on fire? Also, If may I ask, why are you assaulting this tree?"
« Last Edit: January 23, 2012, 06:09:59 PM by VennDygrem »