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Post by Raiku on Jan 28, 2006 9:45:33 GMT -8
Frank put his spork onto the ground and sat criss-cross-applesauce on the floor next to it. "Hi! My name is Frank! You are you?" He replied.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 28, 2006 10:09:45 GMT -8
"Aye, ah am me. Gimblefyre, butchye knew tha' alreadeh.. ah could hear ye from ou'sside... That was a'for the weird lad with the ball riled me up..." Gimble explained before immediatly and without warning grew impatient. "Where is ev'ryone else? I was told there would be lotsa other fey here ta help thistle wiv somethin.. so far I only seen you, 'er," here he points to the odd pink-haired fairy who was twirling for little to no reason, also bearing a large utensil.. they must be similar species... "an tha' brat ou'sside..."
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Post by Thistle on Jan 28, 2006 15:08:21 GMT -8
Gennie trotted into the room where Thistle and Fizzle were. "Them here."
"Oh ok thanks Gennie." Thistle said with a smile. "You ready to go Fizzle? We have to get those cookies started before it gets to late."
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 30, 2006 8:44:49 GMT -8
Fizzle fixed her dress and looked at Thistle with a smile. "Yeah, I'm ready."
Sugarplum looks at the other feys around her and smiles warmly. "I be Sugarplum, I be! Good ter meet'chyall. I heard that Thistle an' Fizzle would be doon ter bake cookies, but I havana seen 'um." She looks at Frank's utinsil with a wrinkled nose. "Wut be that there thing, then, eh? Why in the heck does it have spinies on it?" She turns to Gimble. "And why be you so huge?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 30, 2006 10:17:04 GMT -8
Gimble was pleased to see some other fey with accents... he didn't feel so rediculuous while talking to them now. "Ah'm no' a pixie or a fairy s'why. Ah'm a sprite," answered the orange, blue-haired Gimblefyre. "An me name's Gimblefyre," he finished with a charming grin, and a rather tactless bow.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 30, 2006 11:04:48 GMT -8
Sugarplum's eyes widen. "You be that boy-o that Fizzle neva shuts up aboot! Nice ter meetcha!"
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Post by Thistle on Jan 30, 2006 12:28:34 GMT -8
Thistle rushed into the room pulling Fizzle behind her and most likely messing up her friend's hair. "OK were here lets get down to business. What kind of cookies are we makin?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 30, 2006 18:45:13 GMT -8
"It's aboot time!!" Sugarplum gets up and flies (with some difficulty) to her friends. "I don't care wut we make... I jus' wanna use 'Elga to scoop oot the sparkly wee sugar grains, donchaknow?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 30, 2006 18:55:52 GMT -8
"Alright! Time to.. wait.. we're bakin cookies?" Gimble asked, sounding dissappointed to see there wasn't a fight needed...
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 30, 2006 19:21:51 GMT -8
Fizzle smiles at the feys in the room. "Yes, we are baking cookies. I think that we will have fun... they are chocolate chip, I think."
Sugerplum's blue eyes light up. "Chocolate!? I love that there creamy goodness! Let's get a-hoppin' to it, then!"
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Post by Thistle on Jan 30, 2006 20:14:00 GMT -8
Thistle nodded at Gennie and they both flew up and knocked over a flour bag which exploded when it hit the ground. Coughing Thistle looked up. "Well someone should get out the dough! Make me do all the work really!"
Gennie rolled her eyes and shoved the sugar bag off the shelf aswell. Howard gave a shout of glee when he opened his eys and found himself covered in a thin layer of white powder. "Moomy make mess! I help." The young pixie then did a nosedive off the counter-top and into the sugar.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 31, 2006 7:08:04 GMT -8
Sugarplum screeches and flies to the sugar. She sticks her spoon into it, fishing out Howard. She points a finger at him and wags it in his face. "No, no, no!!! Naughty lil' boy-o! You be keepin' oot of me pride n' joy!! You'll contaminate it all, you flying hunk o' dirt!!"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 31, 2006 7:37:46 GMT -8
Gimblefyre seemed strangely compelled suddenly not to nosedive into the pile of sugar... Instead, he scoffed. Bakin' cookies wazno' a man's work, an certainly no' a sprites! ..Though they might need his help later.. and he heard a story about a cat and a chicken and something about helpers getting cake.
Frowning, he looked around,when suddenly he let a wide grin show. Gimble decided he would help competitivly.. if more made better, and bigger, then he'd be the most helperiest. He flew up to the rack on the wall which held all sorts of cooking utensils, and grabbed a very large (relativly speaking of course) wooden spoon, much grander in size, though not in sparkle, than Helga. Taking his mighty weapon in hand, Gimble scooped up a large amount of flour.
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Post by Raiku on Jan 31, 2006 16:23:59 GMT -8
Frank had fallen asleep during the hustle and bustle of the first few moments of cooking. He fell backwards and popped his wee head upon a chair. He whined for a moment, until he saw large puffs of sugar flying into the air. Frank saw them a a threat. He grabbed his loyal spork and ran towards them, head on. Sceaming, "YOU WON'T BE RUININ ANY COOKIES TODAY, FOUL CREATURE!!! YAAAAA!!!!!" He dove headfirst into the sugary death puffs of doom.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 31, 2006 19:30:58 GMT -8
Fizzle sighs and shrugs. Was there nobosy who noticed her drastic change in appearance?
Sugarplum uncerimoniously dumps Howard on the counter and turns to look at Gimble. "An' jus' wha' doya think you is doin' wi' that thing? I be the only spoon-handler in these parts."
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