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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 17:32:46 GMT -8
Fizzle was a bit bounce-happy today. Thistle had finally agreed to let her help bake cookies, and they were going to show little Sugerplum how to do it. They had found that Helga, the sugar fairy's silver spoon, measured out to be exactly two tablespoons, and that would be very useful for the baking. Fizzle mussed her already messy blue hair and changed out of her bright purple dress. She put on a plain white dress that would not be any problem spoiling. She only cared about her purple one. She had already made it floury once, and once was the only time that it would happen. Fizzle pulled the white dress over her head and slithered into it... somewhat. Apparantly, her hips had gotten even bigger sinse the last time she had worn it. She tugged with all her might... and then she heard a tiny tearing sound. She stopped short. "Thistle!!!!!"
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Post by Thistle on Jan 7, 2006 17:39:46 GMT -8
"What!?" Thistle yelled back as she chased after her little boy. Howard was turning out to be just like his mother much to her delight. Howard ran towards his aunt Fizzle and clung to one of her legs. Thistle ran in and looked at Fizzle.
"Oh goodness me. You are going to be all hips you know?" Then Thistle got a sly look in her eye. "I'm sure Gimble will like that."
Gennie flew in and looked at them. "I heard scream."
"Oh it's alright gennie Fizzle just out grew out of another dress." Thistle replied. Howard ran over to Gennie and pointed at her staff. "Fishie! Now."
Gennie raised both eyebrows, being unable to only raise one, and pushed him over with her foot. "No."
"Yes."
"No."
"MOMMY!"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 17:42:48 GMT -8
Fizzle nearly screams in panic. "Gimble!? Will he be here? Oh no!! Thistle, help me in to this thing! I think it's going to suffocate me if it does not get out of my face soon!"
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Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 17:44:23 GMT -8
Franky spun around in circles outside the kitchen, enjoying the soft humming noise that his wings made. He had heard that they were making cookies today, and it would be a cheery occasion. But after he heard the yelling, he became very frightened. He whimpered as he tried to hide his face using the spork he had in his hands...
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 7, 2006 19:44:28 GMT -8
Gimblefyre walked along the dirt road toward home. He walked, instead of flying, not because he was weighing too much, nor because he was wounded, not even because his wings were tied together. No, he walked because he liked to, unlike most fae. It was good excersize, it made him feel better and enjoy things along the way, and it kept him away from home longer. With all the chaos that's sure to happen, he really had no reason to rush anyway. His orange skin was covered today by his usual brown-linen breeches and a blue tank-top to match his blue hair and yellow tattoos along his arms. His feet were bare, but as most pebbles are large enough for him to just avoid, he had little trouble.
Humming merrily, he made his way slowly to thistle's place, where someone had informed him he should go.
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Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 12:42:57 GMT -8
Franky put his face to the window, where could Gimble be?
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Post by deliverance on Jan 8, 2006 14:50:42 GMT -8
Cinnamon, in all of his memory loss and undeniable cuteness, was doing his usual entertainment; kicking the soccer ball around. He was outside of course. Cinnamon didn't really have anything to do, not that he would remember if he did or not, but all he knew is that there would be cookies. That was something he could remember.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 8, 2006 15:11:50 GMT -8
Gimble ambled along the long lane, looking adoringly at any animals, peering at peculiar plants, and walking past plenty pretty picturesque places until the thorp that was thistle's village appeared.
Prety soon the plucky pixie's pad appeared, Gimble gazed grudgingly as the rowdy ruffian recollected a rumble with a certain turkin. He had hopes that this time there would be no surprises or shocking drama that came from nowhere.. Of course that never happened before.
Stopping suddenly, gimble stood staring towards a stranger, a pale-haired pixie playing sportingly beside a soccer ball. "Wut da ye think ye're doin?" Gimble inquired of the little fae.
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Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 15:15:02 GMT -8
Franky's face made a popping noise as he pulled it off the window. There he was! He quickly flew over to the kitchen door, where he exclaimed, "He's here! He's here!" Oh now it was going to be quite the fun day for everyone now that Gimble arrived.
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Post by deliverance on Jan 8, 2006 15:17:20 GMT -8
"Playing with a soccer ball, silly person," Cinnamon replied and continued to kick the ball around. Within a few seconds, he turned around and saw Gimble. Jumping back as if startled, he fell to the ground on his butt and stared at Gimble. "You could've said something instead of just watching me. What are you? Some kind of stalker? Sheesh..." Standing up and brushing himself off, he picked up the soccer ball and looked back at Gimble.
"Did you say something?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 8, 2006 15:26:22 GMT -8
(( haha! I like cinna already)) "Woot's ya problem? Yeh teke too many blows to the head? I BEEN STANDIN' HERE THE WHOLE TIME" gimble shouted, already frustrated that he was replied to sarcastically, scolded for being rude, and then forgotten about within less than twenty seconds.
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Post by deliverance on Jan 8, 2006 15:38:05 GMT -8
"My problem? I haven't got a problem. You need to see a therapist or something..." Shrugging off the question and comment, he dropped the soccer ball onto his foot and began juggling the soccer ball once again. Turning with the juggle, he fell back on his butt again, startled, and arched his brow curiously at Gimble. "Sheesh, why do people have to sneak up on me all the time?" Brushing himself off and standing up, Cinnamon walked over to Gimble and held the soccer ball under his arm.
"My, you're a quiet fellow. Don't you know how to speak or anything?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 8, 2006 15:41:52 GMT -8
Gimble was now very annoyed.. either this jerk was trying to make him feel foolish, or he belonged in a mental ward for folks of diminuative size. Gimble, being near a foot tall, picked up Cinnamon beneath his arms and looked him eye to eye. "Wut are ye tryin ta do? Make me angry?" he asked, already sounding quite angry enough.
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Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 15:44:03 GMT -8
Franky popped out from the door. And stared at Gimble and Cinna. "YOU!!! No fightin!" He commanded as he lifted his spork and waved it angrily at the two as it glimmered in the sunlight. The reflection of the light nearly blinded Franky, but he had to stand and look dramatic.
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Post by deliverance on Jan 8, 2006 15:57:18 GMT -8
"Make you angry? What? What did I say?" Cinnamon asked innocently. Truth be told, he honestly didn't remember. Then a thought crossed his mind and a sad expression came across his face. Crying out with tears coming down cheeks, he kicked and shoved to try and get away from Gimble. "Don't hurt me! I didn't do anything!"
He was only a little child.
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