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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 15, 2007 1:21:32 GMT -8
Gimblefyre had his glow turned off, blending into the shadow of the stairway as he spied on the new male fae. Competition was it..? That'll make things interesting... Runt. Gimble noted to himself that he was still bigger.. and probably much stronger.. and handsomer.. and a finer dresser.. all his fashion was cluttered up by those clothes. Fah.. ameteur.. The little orange fae seethed while pumping up his own, already sizable ego. There would be a new dawn for the fae world tomorrow... A red dawn. BWAHAHA!
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 15, 2007 7:48:39 GMT -8
Fizzle giggled. "I have had not had a kiss on the hand for years!! Glad to meet you!" She smiled and looked at him. "I like your clothes. They're interesting."
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Post by Raiku on Nov 20, 2007 19:33:00 GMT -8
"Oh? These things? Made em myself." Pulcher replied, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and wiping some dirt off of the end.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 21, 2007 8:27:46 GMT -8
"Really?! Wow!! I am really impressed!"
Sugarplum dismounted the butterfly in a daze and flew up to where the huge fae, Gimblefyre, was sitting. "Hey there, Gimbly-fire. Ya dunna look too gleeful."
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 21, 2007 8:39:37 GMT -8
Gimblefyre motioned for Sugarplum to shoosh as she came over, then went back to spying on the lot form the shadows. "Aye.. well.. Who's tha' dandy wooin' the wimmen an' makin' a fancy show o' himself..?" Gimble asked in a whisper, scowling comically at the intruder in his realm.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 21, 2007 8:44:35 GMT -8
Sugarplum hid with him, peaking over the wooden ledge to the 'dandy' down below. "Well, Ah be only seein' him wooin' Fizz-ly. Ah dunna ken aboot 'wimmen.' Ah be thinkin' he said his name be Pulcher, but I dunna ken. Ah was busy ridin' a butterinsect. You oughta try it, Gimbly." She was obediently whispering the whole time.
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 21, 2007 9:05:52 GMT -8
"Nae, Tis no' a manly bug t'ride. And b'sides, I'm much larger than the butterbug. A Dragonflutter, now that's a manly mount... Great warriors of my clan would ri.. hold it, this isna aboot bugs. Pulcher eh..? D'ye think ah should go an' introduce meself? You know, 'assert me authority'?" he asked her, genuinly looking for advice.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 21, 2007 9:10:54 GMT -8
Sugarplum held herself importantly and made it look like she was deep in thought. Nobody had ever asked her advise before. "Ah think you could do tha'... ah thou' ya dinna care aboot Fizzly, though."
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 21, 2007 9:15:46 GMT -8
"Ah I dinna dislike the lass, but that's not the reason. It's just tha'.. er.. I .. " Gimble tried to come up with a rational reason for behaving like a territorial beast. "Well.. I'm bigger, an' I was here first." he said with a huff, folding his arms and scowling.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 21, 2007 9:19:16 GMT -8
Sugarplum watched him huff, then she shrugged her tiny exposed shoulders. "Aligh' then. Go ahead an' assert yerself. Ah em gonna watch from up here."
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 22, 2007 23:03:45 GMT -8
Gimble nodded, then slowly faded until he had vanished altogether.
After a beat, he faded into existance beside Fizzle, glaring at Pulchur with his chin slightly raised, looking down on the stranger. "..Pulcher is it..? I'll tell ye one time only. My name be Gimblefyre, an' this is my territary. Stay for a short while if you need to, but we don't need all yer fancy fashion an' gentlemanly manners..." He said, crossing his arms and leering.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 4, 2007 15:00:13 GMT -8
Fizzle's violet eyes widened in surprize, and then she scoffed. "Oh, Gimblefyre, be reasonable. He is a guest. We should make him feel welcome, not hated."
((..."Be our guest, be our guest, our command is your request..."))
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Post by silentstranger on Dec 4, 2007 16:07:28 GMT -8
((So what time is it in the taver right now?))
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Post by Raiku on Dec 4, 2007 18:00:33 GMT -8
(not sure...that might be helpful info though. *nod*)
Pulcher cocked an eyebrow, using his wings to lean backward slightly. He crossed his arms, returning an similar glare with an added twist of a smile. "'Course mate. Don't suspect you do."
Lucas looked around, trying to spot the little red fae. Upon finding him, Luke sighed. Always finding a fight, no matter where they went. "Pulcher, would you mind NOT bothering our new friends?"
The fae ignored his relatively larger master, and just crossed his arms.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 4, 2007 18:07:52 GMT -8
((It was dusk about an hour ago.))
Sugarplum giggled from her perch. This could get interesting.
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