Sure! Truth be told, most of my RPing happens in the comment section.

I suppose, if you wanted to ^^

Hm. For this particular RP perhaps it would be better to use the note system here. Is that alright?

I'm a bit swamped today, but if you want to start us off I'll reply when I can.

I hate it when other people volunteer my services.

Oh, deer. I certainly didn't mean to step on any toes ^^'

It's a thing my mom does every single day. "Oh, my son can take care of it for you." And then she doesn't tell me until just before it needs to be done.

*ears twitch backward* Oh, yes! That is certainly inconsiderate. *gives Moth a pointed glare*

But hey, at least you'll get to know what it's like to fly.

*looks a little green at the thought* Oh, right... forgot about that part.

Not a fan of flying, huh?

*shudders* Let's just say heights aren't my favorite thing... Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure Moth knew that.

I'll bet she did. She seems like the type who'd get a laugh out of this scenario.

Moth: Whatever would give you that idea, darling?

And heeere we go. *eyeroll*

Just obseravation. Didn't you know? I'm ALWAYS watching. Haven't you ever had one of those moments when you feel eyes on you, then you turn and nobody's there?

Yeah. I am.

Moth: *claps her hands together* Clever! I knew I liked you.

Moth: That being said, I'm less fond of your letterman jacket-wearing friend. I'd appreciate if you kept that jackass away from me... No. On second thought, perhaps he should visit for lunch. I have an idea.

Oh, you mean Johnny? He's not really a friend. More like a room-mate that I get endless amusement out of watching. It's like people watching at a bar, except I don't have to get him drunk first.

Moth: You live with him? I can hardly imagine. Though, I suppose laughing at him helps to keep you sane.

Well, technically I kinda live with everybody. I mean, how many times do you get back to your house and realize that nobody's home? But Johnny occupies a particular head-space for me.

Moth: Hm. It's a bit unnerving to think about how often you're around...

well , the positive of this is you cant see more x-mas - and she forgot the bells extelent work

I'm sort of grateful she forgot the bells. >w<

Thank you!

so she only need 1 reendeer?---- i feel a bit of worry for teh others u know , your hisband jerry , candle , kitty ect .......me (hidden into a box)

It's probably a good idea to stay out of sight, just to be sure. She's unpredictable, you know

had this funny thought you might like after seeing this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsUCRcK7QYc

moth should definatly be loki as for whom to do the smashing you decide

>w< I love it! I have an idea of who might do the smashing, but I wouldn't want to spoil anything >w<

in my head was thinking candlewick

scene plays like this
a fight in moths home
you your characters aganst moth

big energywave pushes everyone back

candlewick lying on his back
potion falls in his mouth drinks it all

moth does her evil rant

candlewick comes in all hulked out

but thats in my mind

your the master love to see your plan come to fruition

Not bad at all! I was just thinking I might let Azura come and play a bit. She hasn't been able to do much

cool love to see that

mayhap i should rp with you more XD

I certainly wouldn't be opposed! ^w^

yay X3

>w<

just need to find the time to do it XD

Let me know when you do! I'm always lurking even if I'm not posting ^^

same actually, i figured you were the more busy one XD

>w< Oh, you're quite right! But I am a notorious procrastinator. If I see an RP pop up, I'll usually take it, even if I have things I should be doing >w<

XD well then i guess i'll bug you sometime on here or on skype

Please do! I enjoy writing with you ^^

^^ aww, thanks

Aww, you make a lovely reindeer!

*ears perk up and a blush creeps around muzzle* Heh, thanks!

Of course! I'm tempted to ask Moth if I can join you; I've never been to the North Pole!

Moth: I'm not in the business of granting wishes for free, darling. What do I get in return?

Dearshul: *whispers* You might want to run before she gets any ideas.

Moth: *snaps her fingers* And you might want to zip it.

Dearshul: *chuffs irritatedly, knowing full well that if she tries speaking now it will result in rather embarrassing reindeer noises*

*Scritches the reindeers chin.*
Hmm...well, maybe providing twice as many reindeer would show how committed you are to your clients? You know, get you some good will from the Claus!
*Jazz hands!*

Dearshul: *closes eyes lazily*

Moth: Tch. I'm on the old man's permanent naughty list. Attempted necromancy lands you there, apparently. No, I'll need something a bit more substantial. What do you say to a stint of working for me once you've had your fun?

*Grins and rubs at her long,velvety ears.*

Hmm...interesting...what kind of work would I be doing for you, Miss Moth? I do admit I'm very curious with how magical folk spend their time.

Dearshul: *gives a satisfied, if involuntary, grunt*

Moth: Oh, a bit of this and a bit of that, darling. You'd be working beside Lester and Candle. It won't get more serious than petty larceny. It pays to remind other magical folk of who is in charge, you understand.

*Mulls it over and rubs her neck.*
Would you teach me about the magical world? Perhaps having a student might be interesting to an elder being? Well, you know, a student/servant I assume.
*Smiles hopefully.*

Dearshul: *one hind leg starts to cycle, almost like a dog's*

Moth: *ponders the prospect* Well, you certainly do drive an interesting bargain. I do have rules if you wish to be my student, however.

*nods excitedly.*
I’m good at rules. And good at breaking some, if you like!

Moth: *smirks* Oh, you are delightful! Very well. These are the rules: no touching of magical artifacts without express permission from me, no speaking of any of my business to anyone at all, you will only address me as Lady Moth, and if anyone from the Seelie Court ever tries to speak to you, you will ignore them no matter how threatening they may seem. If you can agree to these terms under threat of eternal punishment should you break our contract, then I'll allow you to go and play your little reindeer games. *extends a hand* Do we have an agreement?

I’m so close! Just a quick clarification on the Seelie Court thing: are they a threat to me, or just threatening?

Moth: I suppose it would depend upon which entity you came across... Hm. If I set you up with a Seelie-proof ward, would that suffice?

*Grins*
I believe that would, Lady Moth! Honestly, I was just asking to know if I should run or not. You are kind and generous when you wish to be.
*bows and offers his hand.*

Moth: And you're complementary as well! You'll make a fine student. *She touches her bell and green energy travels down her fingers, into your hand. Your fingers immediately fuse into a cloven hoof.* Have fun, darling. I'll come to collect you after the holidays. Ta!

*Bellows happily and falls to all fours.*
I’m not sure what the fuss was! This feels awesome!!
*nudges Dearshul playfully.*

Dearshul: *smirks* Fine, fine. It is kind of fun! *pokes lightly with antlers* Smart move appealing to her vanity. That will get you just about anywhere.

*Grins proudly*
Appealing to vanity works on almost everyone! You're an excellent writer, by the way. Lot's a personality!
*Trots around on his new hooves*

Dearshul: *gives a bellowy chuckle* You're not trying it on me, are you? *canters to catch up* You're pretty darn engaging, yourself

*I smirk.*
Why thank you! That's the plan! I'm not sure I want to know what happens when Lady Moth is not engaged with someone...do you think we can fly?
*I leap a few times.*

*grimaces* Let's just say that a bored Moth is a dangerous Moth. Hm... I wonder... *gives a few clumsy hops before discovering, with some surprise, that I am hovering just slightly above the ground*

*I honk excitedly and leap into the air, kicking my hooves to stay in the air beside you.*
Heck yeah! Wanna see you can get higher?
*I wink and kick my legs, rising a little farther off the ground.*

I... uh... *hesitates at the thought of gaining altitude, but pushes back any misgivings and kicks off from the ground* We should probably get in some practice, after all. *winces as the ground falls further away*

*I nuzzle my nervous new friend.*
Hey there, don't be afraid! We magic reindeer right now! We're going to be okay!
*I kick my legs to propel my large body in a circle around her.*

Dearshul: *swallows hard and takes a few breaths* Magic reindeer. Right. *wills self to climb a little higher*

Big and bulky animals are some of the most adorable! Reindeer make the best sounds too, I wonder if Moth will make you honk or grunt uncontrollably? ^3^

Dearshul: Oh gosh, I hope noooooaaawwwwt. *blushes and composes self* Well, damn.

If Moth belongs to you and you belong to Santa, does this mean Moth now belongs to Santa and thus he is not obliged to pay her for you?

Moth: *raising an eyebrow* You're a little too observant.

I honestly thought you would have seen this issue ahead of time. On the plus side, he's immortal. On the minus side he's married and also probably immune to magic. Then again, he's supposed to have a plethora of elves working for him, so you may find someone nice.

Moth: Elves aren't my cup of tea... they're either too hyper or too stoic, there is no in-between. I thought that perhaps the old coot wouldn't notice, especially if he didn't ask questions about where I got the reindeer from. I still might be that fortunate. After all, she won't be able to tell him anything. *still looks a little concerned*

Uh, you do realize Santa can see who's been naughty and nice, right? Also I suspect he can probably tell the difference between a regular reindeer and one that used to be human. Plus his reindeer are supposed to be able to fly, so he might give her something that will not only enable flight but also the ability to talk.

I mean, I don't personally know the limits of Santa's magic, but he knows the behavior of every child on Earth, has a present for all those who've behaved themselves, and can deliver all said presents in one night on a sleigh puled by magic flying reindeer. Also he seems to have a demon called the Krampus that is bound to him and sends it to punish wicked children. I'd certainly not like to be the one testing him on this.

Moth: *nods* You certainly make very good points. Admittedly, expecting him to overlook me is a bit arrogant on my part. Even so, I'm not too worried. He is a powerful entity, but so am I. Where he was raised by the fae, I am one. Where he has elves, I have magical servants. Where he has the Krampus, well, I won't get into the destruction my Unseelie brothers could wreak if I asked them to. I doubt he'd want a war right at his most cherished point of the year. I would hardly go quietly.

*nods* Still, one of the more interesting things I've read is that Santa has the backing of Ak (Master Woodsman of the World), Bo (Master Mariner of the World), and Kern (Master Husbandman of the World), the Gnome King, the Queen of the Water Spirits, the King of the Wind Demons, the King of the Ryls, the King of the Knooks, the King of the Sound Imps, the King of the Sleep Fays, the Fairy Queen, Queen Zurline of the Wood Nymphs, and the King of the Light Elves.

I agree that he'd certainly not want to wage war this time of year, but he'd hardly be fighting alone. Just be careful, Lady Moth, I wouldn't want to see anything bad happen to you.

Moth: *her bravado wavers at the kindness of the final sentence* I... *composes herself* I'll keep my eyes open.

*nods* That's all I can ask. I know you wouldn't be unarmed, but I'd like you to be happy for many centuries to come, even if I, myself, will not be here to see it.

Moth: *softens a little further* That is... I... Well... Thank you. I hope the same for you, in your quicker lifespan.

And I missed out on the fun? Moth, how could you?

Moth: *smirks* Darling, would you really have let me get away with this if you were here when it happened?

If she deserved it, possibly. Besides, I think Dearshul secretly enjoys these moments.

Moth: *flustered* She did! Forcing me to try cranberry sauce? The nerve.

Dearshul: *snorts* Hey! Don't be giving her any ideas.

Well, Moth. As I recall, I did show you how cranberry sauce is used back in Thanksgiving. Was it really so hard to be willing to try some yourself? And Dearshul, you and I both know we enjoy a good transformation every once in a while. Granted, forced labor under Santa without consent doesn't exactly sound like fun. Pretty sure that puts you on the naughty list, Moth.

Moth: You did. It goes on meat, which I don't find appetizing at all. Who would think to try that?

Dearshul: *in a rumbly whisper* Yes. You know that and I know that, but she doesn't need to know that. She already comes up with enough trouble to get me into as it is.

The sauce is also good with other things, not just meat. But yes, that is its primary use. Though I'm surprised you don't find meat appetizing, Moth. It can be very versatile, if you know what you're doing with. So many flavor profiles and dishes across all the ingredients.

*Aside to Dearshul* You do realize you write and drawn these scenes yourself, right? Moth will only does so much on her own, you know.

Moth: Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy meat. In fact, I enjoy meat with spices and vegetables... the whole nine yards, really. But the only fruit I enjoy paired with it is in the form of wine.

Dearshul: *still quietly* I know, but she is at her best when I give the illusion of total free will. That illusion tends to work well when it extends in both directions. Then, I am often pleasantly surprised by how uniquely she responds to things.

*to Dearshul* Of course, of course.
To Moth: You poor thing. *I shake my head* You haven't lived, until you've tried various meats with sauces, glazes, and marinades. It elevates the dish to a whole nother level.

Moth: *raises an eyebrow* Perhaps you can educate me sometime. That is, if you aren't pushy about it. *gives Dearshul a wicked smile*

Omni: Only if you want me to, love.
(I love sassing with her. It's so much fun! )

Moth: *raises an eyebrow* You know how dangerous it is to play games with me, darling.

(Gotta say, it's fun from this side of it, too >w<)

My apologies, if I overstepped my bounds. I recently saw a trailer for Overwatch involving a certain hero with a british accent who uses that term quite often. It's meant as a term of familiar endearment, but not in the romantic sense. I'd never want to cause you any pain intentionally. You know that.

Moth: *her expression softens a little* I know. But old habits die hard, and all that.

The nice thing is that they can die. It just takes a lot of time and effort, sometimes. *Smiles gently at Moth*

Moth: *bitterly* Lucky me, I have plenty of time

And plenty of me. I'd love to help you kick those nasty little habits to the curb.

Moth: *smirks wryly* Oh, I know, darling. It's like a personal quest of yours

A quest. Hmm ... what an intriguing notion. But aren't quests usually some titanic task a person either takes or has thrust upon them? And is it really a quest, if it's fun for both parties?

Moth: *perking up at this exchange of wits* Changing my mind isn't titanic? I'll have to try harder. As for both parties enjoying it, I don't recall dragons enjoying the getting slayed part of heroic quests of old.

Ah, but my dear Lady Moth, have I not already slain you with my humor and outrageous wit?

Moth: *smirks* Tickled, perhaps, but not yet slain, you sly devil.

Care for a dance under the moonlight?

Moth: *crosses her arms playfully* Only if I don't have to beat you in a fiddling match.

Well, I do know a thing or two about how to handle a fiddle, but gold is so heavy. I much prefer wood.

Moth: Oh, I know you can. You made quite the impression with your performance, even without a golden fiddle.

Awww shucks. That was with music. Without music to read, playing is a lot harder for me.

Moth: *examining her manicure* Stop selling yourself short, darling

*Shrugs* It's the truth. I'm not generally one for selling myself short, at least I try not to. Though boasting is kinda hard, too, even if I am a bit self-centered at times.

Well, didn't expect discussing cranberry sauce's merits to end here. XD Sorry, Dearshul. Uh, at least I can speak from experience that being a reindeer can be kinda fun once you get used to it...?

Hrm, I wish I'd known this was coming so soon on my own cloven-hooved heels. >.> Wouldn't have blown through my stash of reindeer-relevant puns. ... Oh! Found one I missed.

*ahem* My, Moth, Santa must have really paid a lot, seeing how you've made it rein.

In any case, I must say, you two put on quite a show! ^_^ I guess I shouldn't have worried about, as I believe I put it, "being at ground zero for a reality-reweaving grudge match." ... Prrrrobably. ^_^o ... *looks for a reflective surface*

*shakes antlers experimentally* I'm sure I'll enjoy myself once I get the hang of this new form... it certainly isn't the worst she's done to me. I ended up looking like an ass last time.

*chuffs her laughter* And here I thought you had exhausted your supply!

You seem pretty unscathed for now, my friend. No new fur that I can see.

Oh, I remember that one. It's the sort of thing that sticks in the memory banks.

Speaking of, using any four-legged experience is great, but I'd caution against leaning too hard on what worked as a donkey; they seem different enough. If it's anything like my experience... Well, let's just say that a boar who tries to walk like a reindeer ends up with a snoutful of floor. ^_^o

Thanks! Feels like there's always a little more fruit hiding on the tree, if you climb high enough.

Phew. That's a relief. *teeth chatter a bit* Sh-Shoulda maybe dressed for snow, though.

Sound advice! I think I'm going to have to start from scratch here.

Umm... I'd offer my fur coat if I could take it off ^^'

Best of luck! On the bright side, maybe Moth's... entrepreneurial spirit will make it easier on you; if you're still having trouble getting around by show time, Santa won't be pleased. I doubt Moth wants to get on his bad side. ... Well, any further on his bad side. ^_^o

S-Sweet of you to e-even consider it. B-But nah. Even if you c-could, I can t-tough it out. What's a little c-cold?

Who knew Rudolph would need a substitute? Nice to know Santa has back-ups to his back-ups, even if his alliance with characters like Moth seem a little suspect lol

Yeah! How did you ply him to work with you, anyway?

Moth: I may have switched out his typical holiday cookies with ones that made him more... charitable to me, shall we say?

Did you do this in response to all the coal he was giving you over the years? :P

Moth: *crossing her arms and avoiding eye contact* None of your business.

Me: *snickers* Okay, okay, I'll just leave it at that :P

Moth: *demeanor softening a little* Wise woman.

I have my moments XD

*Roles my eyes and chuckles softly* How in the world did you let her get the upper hand on you again my dear? *I ask with a smile as I run a hand softly over your neck fur in a kind gesture*

*gives a low guttural sound at the feel of the petting, but composes self* I... er... that's the tricky part. I'm not actually sure how she pulled this off. She never touched her bell, never offered me anything that could trigger this, either. I never ate anything... *pauses and ears perk up* Ohhhh. I see! I never ate anything, but she did! That crazy fae. She must have used some kind of spell transference; anything she did to herself manifested in me. *chuffs* Clever. Demented, but clever.

*Chuckles* Demented but clever. A pretty accurate description to be sure. *I say with a smile as I pat you softly on the head smoothing down your hair.* Just do not let her hear you call her that. *I say with a grin knowing full well that she has probably been listening to our entire conversation so far.* One of these days I should really just give you some permanent wards to keep stuff like this from happening my dear. Although I think that just might tick off the lady moth to no end. *I grin cheekily* Now that I think about it that might be all the more reason to do it sooner rather than later. I always do like seeing her a little peaved now and then.

Dearshul: *blows a small snort of a laugh* After Christmas Eve, I might just take you up on that.

Moth: *folding her arms and crossing to meet you with a small smile* Drop the pretense, darling. Do what you like. Not even you can dampen my mood at this time of year.

*Chuckles and takes moth's hand in my own and planting a soft kiss upon it in a formal bow and greeting* Aw but where is the fun in that my dear lady moth. *I say with a smile as I look over at Katie shaking my head* I cannot believe that she let you get her again. She might be getting a bit sloppy these days my dear. *I say with a small smile at lady moth* How long is this one going to last anyways?

Dearshul: *harrumphs and sticks out her tongue*

Moth: I changed my tactics a bit. She was too familiar with my favored spells, so I improvised. *smirks* This one won't last too long. Just until the end of Christmas Eve. I'm feeling charitable.

*Chuckles over at dearshul as she sticks out her tongue* O come now deary she got you fair and square. If you have seen any of the original Pink Panther movies just think of it as clouseau's servant constantly attacking him. It helps to keep you in tip top condition. *Chuckles and nods to moth* Not that you are an over the top karate chopping asian servant my dear. Just an example that I thought was kind of apt. And I am glad to hear that she will be back to normal soon. You really could stand to think these things through a little better my dear. If you keep turning her into hooved animals how in the world is she going to be able to continue to write your story? Not a good idea to handicap ones creator.

Dearshul: *gives a guttural laugh* That is pretty accurate.

Moth: Oh, I'm hardly concerned, darling. No matter what beast I change her into, I will always make sure that she has human time to finish what she has started. That, and I will avoid choosing forms that might endanger my wellbeing. A reindeer can hardly best a dragon, after all.

*Chuckles* Fair enough I suppose.

Moth: *shrugs* I try.

*Chuckles and looks at moth cheekily* Yes you are very trying my dear. *I say with a grin as I playfully duck down behind Dearshul*

Moth: *grumbles* Try this! *throws a snowball which curves -with a little magical assistance- to hit you despite your reindeer shield*

*Chuckles as I reform the snowball from off of my face and hurl it back at lady moth hitting her fairly softly in the midsection* Tut tut deary. Can't even throw a decent curveball without using magical help? I might have to give you a crash course in baseball pitching at some point. *I say with a grin as I look down at dearshul* Some shield you were my dear. *I say with a laugh.*

Moth: *narrows her eyes in confusion* I understand a lot of modern things, but sports are not something I've studied. Baseball?

Dearshul: *gives a low laughing bellow and scoops up a decent amount of snow with the front part of my antlers before standing and shaking what I've collected over you* I don't exactly remember volunteering.

*Chuckles as I look over at Lady Moth* You should look into it at some point my dear. Certainly a decent way to have some mild entertainment every now and then. *I say as the snow that dearshul shook out over my head stops about three inches over my head and then hovers over to be above dearshul before falling on her* Now now dear I was just hoping that you were that kind of friend willing to take a snowball for me is all. *I say with a cheeky grin patting the snow softly out of dearshul's hair and fur*

Moth: Hm. Perhaps I will.

Dearshul: *snorts and shakes head with a small laugh* I can't help it when someone else throws curveballs.

*Chuckles* That the spirit Moth my dear. And you could have moved your head just a little. *I say to dearshul with a mock serious face that quickly breaks out into a warm grin*

Dearshul: *nudges you playfully with a shoulder*

Reindeer, even reluctant ones, are so fun during this season!

Moth: It is nice to see someone appreciates my handiwork!