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Rooting in the New Year
The Man of One Thousand Faces certainly outdid himself. ^^ Thanks to everyone who voted!
Henry, Kitty, Lester, Sir Cathal, Lord Auris, the Man of One Thousand Faces, and their stories belong to me
Henry, Kitty, Lester, Sir Cathal, Lord Auris, the Man of One Thousand Faces, and their stories belong to me
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Faces: *flaps his wings slightly* Oh, a little mayhem here, a little chaos there, a little pissing off the Judicator... it was enough to get me stripped of my position on the High Court and put behind bars. But, *puffing up his chest with theatrical pride* bars are easy to escape. Guardians, not so much. That is why I keep a low profile.
Acrathia: How very wise. Well my dear I feel I have taken enough of your time, what with you being on the run and all. Look me up when all is said and done, and we can contemplate all sorts of mischief we can bring into the world. *Disappears in a whirl of black and indigo energy*
Henry: *grunts* You overlook the fact that I'm a pig. That's worse than an ass, in my opinion. *a curious look crosses his face* I wonder... I've never been married. *he pauses* I hate literature. *a tentative smile comes to his lips* The sky is greeee-*grunt* green. *he smiles broadly* I can say whatever I want!
N-nothing, Enedia. Everything's fine.
Enedia: Weren't saying anything about me, were you?
N-No, not at all.
Enedia: Perhaps you need a form that suits you.
Don't-
Enedia: Too late.
*She clicks her fingers and I end up on all fours, hands and feet into hooves, nose into a snout and soon, I'm a pig*
Enedia: I'll see you on the farm, author.
Great. *grunt*
Enedia: Weren't saying anything about me, were you?
N-No, not at all.
Enedia: Perhaps you need a form that suits you.
Don't-
Enedia: Too late.
*She clicks her fingers and I end up on all fours, hands and feet into hooves, nose into a snout and soon, I'm a pig*
Enedia: I'll see you on the farm, author.
Great. *grunt*
Henry: It's hard to belieeee... *snorts* believe that, but I guess I shouldn't judge anyone by first impressions. *he frowns a little deeper* Cute. Sure, cute's nice. Donkeys are cute. Pigs are cute. Would she ever find me handsome again? I reeeeeally doubt it.
You shouldn't. That's how you got *snort* here in the first place. Eneeee... Enedia is kind on occasion, but if you hang out with her too long, you might end up *snort* helping on the farm. Look, behind all that fur, the tails, the muzzles and the snouts, she will know that it would beeee *snort* be her handsome husband behind that. You'll find her. I know you will.
MoOTF: *strutting between the two of you with a grin* Poor piggies! You look as if you've seen a slaughterhouse! Why the sullen chops?
Henry: *grunt* How long is this going to last?
MoOTF: *cocking his head to one side* As long as I wish it to. Offer me something and perhaps we can find the proper end to my game? *turning to you* I may well end your little quandary too, if you have something to bring to the table.
Henry: *grunt* How long is this going to last?
MoOTF: *cocking his head to one side* As long as I wish it to. Offer me something and perhaps we can find the proper end to my game? *turning to you* I may well end your little quandary too, if you have something to bring to the table.
Um... well... *snort* I don't know how she would feel about this, but I do have a place for theeeeese people *snort*. A farm. Enedia's farm, to be exact. I offer you theeeeeee *grunt* opportunity to visit and give whoever you curse a place to stay as *grunt* their animal form.
Auris: *grunts, but tries to cover it up by clearing his throat* Of all the creatures to see me in this state... I was caught unawares by this infernal "bird".
MoOTF: Why? Did I hear you ask why? *cackles* He was too tempting of a target. Calm down, your lordship, it won't last long. As your friend says, think of it as a vacation!
MoOTF: Why? Did I hear you ask why? *cackles* He was too tempting of a target. Calm down, your lordship, it won't last long. As your friend says, think of it as a vacation!
MoOTF: *his voice echoes in your mind* The old goat can't hear you, but I can. Don't fret about his lordship. He'll be just as powerful and prancey as ever in twenty four hours. But shhh. It's our little secret. *he gives a subtle wink*
Auris: I know this is an undignified form, but must you stare?
Auris: I know this is an undignified form, but must you stare?
MoOTF: That is my game, my unicorn friend. I know well how black and white the views of true unicorns are.
Auris: *as close to begging as he ever gets* Please, help me away from this place. I feeeee- *grunt* oh, by the magics. *he blushes furiously* I feel like a common farm animal. I cannot stand to remain here.
Auris: *as close to begging as he ever gets* Please, help me away from this place. I feeeee- *grunt* oh, by the magics. *he blushes furiously* I feel like a common farm animal. I cannot stand to remain here.
MoOTF: I suppose you must. He is a lord of a noble race, after all. The others... we'll see. The cat woman, she seems to like her husband this way.
Auris: *getting shakily to his feet* Where... that is quite a question. I cannot show my face in the Verdant Hills like this. You have learned quickly in your time amid the fae. Where would you hide?
Auris: *getting shakily to his feet* Where... that is quite a question. I cannot show my face in the Verdant Hills like this. You have learned quickly in your time amid the fae. Where would you hide?
'Hiding' is easy. Not revealing yourself is another matter. Bit of a tricky question if the places you're most likely to find help are the ones you least want to go.
*To Kitty* Could you take care of Lester and Henry for a spell while I try and sort this all out? And try not to smother them with too much affection.
*To Cathal* Cathal, you come with us. You're the expert, what places do you slink off to when you wish to keep a low profile?
*To MoOTF* And you, hop it. Go on, flap off. You've had your fun for one day.
*To Kitty* Could you take care of Lester and Henry for a spell while I try and sort this all out? And try not to smother them with too much affection.
*To Cathal* Cathal, you come with us. You're the expert, what places do you slink off to when you wish to keep a low profile?
*To MoOTF* And you, hop it. Go on, flap off. You've had your fun for one day.
MoOTF: Oh, hardly! You won't be rid of me so easily. I'm going to watch this unfold. *he flutters away to circle in the sky above the group*
Kitty: *mews a happy affirmation while Henry and Lester share a concerned look*
Cathal: *grunts unhappily* Does it look like I can slink anywhere like this? I... I am a walking sausage. I don't even have my tail to balance!
Auris: *holding his head high and wiggling his tail as if it were his typically majestic one* Find sanctuary for us and I will reward you handsomely.
Cathal: *narrowing his eyes* How handsomely are we talking?
Auris: Handsomely enough that not even the Captain of the Guard will think you inferior.
Cathal: Follow me. *he struts as well as his pig shape possibly can, taking you into a large copse of trees*
Kitty: *mews a happy affirmation while Henry and Lester share a concerned look*
Cathal: *grunts unhappily* Does it look like I can slink anywhere like this? I... I am a walking sausage. I don't even have my tail to balance!
Auris: *holding his head high and wiggling his tail as if it were his typically majestic one* Find sanctuary for us and I will reward you handsomely.
Cathal: *narrowing his eyes* How handsomely are we talking?
Auris: Handsomely enough that not even the Captain of the Guard will think you inferior.
Cathal: Follow me. *he struts as well as his pig shape possibly can, taking you into a large copse of trees*
Auris: *unhappily* In essence, yes, that is correct.
Cathal: *pausing, concerned* I didn't even think of that! Does that mean... *he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses, grunting with the effort* I can't take my other form. I neeeee-*snort*-d my other form to hide us.
Cathal: *pausing, concerned* I didn't even think of that! Does that mean... *he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses, grunting with the effort* I can't take my other form. I neeeee-*snort*-d my other form to hide us.
Cathal: Right... er... right... *scrambling to figure out how to explain* Just past these trees I have a glamour set to hide portal spells. I think a pocket dimension would be our best chance.
Auris: Not to be persnickety, but do you mind making it spacious? This form is stifling enough as it is.
Auris: Not to be persnickety, but do you mind making it spacious? This form is stifling enough as it is.
Cathal: *attempts to leap through, as he would in cat form, and ends up stumbling to stay on his hooves* Ugh.
*The pocket dimension is warmly lit and covered in plush cushions, according to Cathal's feline tastes. It smells pleasantly of an herb that is hard to identify and has a relaxing quality about it.*
Auris: *enters* This will suffice.
*The pocket dimension is warmly lit and covered in plush cushions, according to Cathal's feline tastes. It smells pleasantly of an herb that is hard to identify and has a relaxing quality about it.*
Auris: *enters* This will suffice.
*closing the portal...
Well, with luck we might not have to stay very long. My own powers are curtailed somewhat by my dual mentality, but... *to Auris* I do have your magical signature, internalised from the scroll which you had sent to me, and the hair strand it was tied with. If I were to attune my own horn to that signature, could you use it as a conduit and tap your own powers through me?
Well, with luck we might not have to stay very long. My own powers are curtailed somewhat by my dual mentality, but... *to Auris* I do have your magical signature, internalised from the scroll which you had sent to me, and the hair strand it was tied with. If I were to attune my own horn to that signature, could you use it as a conduit and tap your own powers through me?
*It may be a trick of the light as the portal closes, but a tiny shadow flickers and disappears amid the cushions*
Auris: *considers the option for a few long moments* That is complex magic, even for one as experienced as I. We run the risk of our magics binding together permanently should we make an error... are you willing to take that risk?
Auris: *considers the option for a few long moments* That is complex magic, even for one as experienced as I. We run the risk of our magics binding together permanently should we make an error... are you willing to take that risk?
Auris: Very little, if anything. We would be met with the inconvenience of drawing from the same magical energy. If one of us were to exhaust what was available, the other would be equally depleee *snort* ted. This could prove problematic, given the political circles in which we operate.
I see. *speaks while checking for auras, keeping a sideways glance towards the cushions*
I think you should decide. We can try it, or wait out the twenty-four hours for your natural shape to reassert itself. Then you can fix the others - *speaks very deliberately and strongly* - while taking any measures you see fit.
*pause, before addressing the cushions directly*
Alright, come out. You're not as clever as you think you are, leaving yourself locked in here with us. Unless you want his black-and-white worldview to leave you black and blue.
I think you should decide. We can try it, or wait out the twenty-four hours for your natural shape to reassert itself. Then you can fix the others - *speaks very deliberately and strongly* - while taking any measures you see fit.
*pause, before addressing the cushions directly*
Alright, come out. You're not as clever as you think you are, leaving yourself locked in here with us. Unless you want his black-and-white worldview to leave you black and blue.
MoOTF: *taking the form of a reddish cat and crawling out from under the cushions* Come now, there's no need for violence. I told you that I would be watching, and I am a man of my word.
Cathal: Oh, you smug bastard! If I still had claws, I'd-
MoOTF: Cut me to ribbons, yes, yes. *curling up on a cushion* Don't let us interrupt, your lordship. It seems you have a decision to make.
Auris:*icily* I will bide my time and wait for my form to return while I decide how to properly punish this outright breach of the Marifan Accords.
MoOTF: Is it? I don't recall threatening your wellbeing, your lordship. I simply turned you into a pig for a bit.
Cathal: Oh, you smug bastard! If I still had claws, I'd-
MoOTF: Cut me to ribbons, yes, yes. *curling up on a cushion* Don't let us interrupt, your lordship. It seems you have a decision to make.
Auris:*icily* I will bide my time and wait for my form to return while I decide how to properly punish this outright breach of the Marifan Accords.
MoOTF: Is it? I don't recall threatening your wellbeing, your lordship. I simply turned you into a pig for a bit.
*gesturing to Auris...* You honestly thought I was going to keep secrets from him, in my diplomatic position? You are self-obsessed. Well if you're so intent on sticking around, I could always drop a line to your ex-missus to come join the party. I'm sure she'd love to be reminded of 'old times'.
MoOTF: Me? Self-obsessed? Oho, no. *he narrows his eyes at Auris* I am repaying one slight with another. My master never did forgive you, you know. This is a tiny gift to him.
Auris: *opens his mouth to retort, but closes it again*
MoOTF: *returning his gaze to you* You'd bring the blue battle axe here -to Sir Cathal's secret retreat, no less- when such precious cargo is at its most vulnerable? I pegged you for being more tactical than that.
Auris: *opens his mouth to retort, but closes it again*
MoOTF: *returning his gaze to you* You'd bring the blue battle axe here -to Sir Cathal's secret retreat, no less- when such precious cargo is at its most vulnerable? I pegged you for being more tactical than that.
MoOTF: *tilts his head and cocks a surprised eyebrow* I think you mistake me for someone else. The only other missus apart from the old bell-and-chain I ever had was a human. You can bring her if you like, but I doubt that would help much. *he puts a paw beside his mouth and whispers in a theatrical display of mock-conspiration* She's dead, you see.
MoOTF: *grins with tiny canines* Ah, I see the confusion. That color doesn't belong to her. It belonged, and still belongs, to the Queen. She's just playing a very nasty game of pretend. Let's speak plainly, gentleman to gentleman. What female temper are you threatening me with? The Judicator? Let her come. I'd love to see her try to untangle this.
Cathal: *grunts* You won't outrun her.
MoOTF: Perhaps not. *cleaning a paw* But you and I both know she can't hold me long.
Cathal: *grunts* You won't outrun her.
MoOTF: Perhaps not. *cleaning a paw* But you and I both know she can't hold me long.
*while maintaining a disdainful look at MoOTF, secretly casts a spell up at the ceiling while he's distracted with his paw...
The Traitor and I have had a 'truce' going, of sorts. But I've lasted this long by not taking anything at face value, and that includes the Adjudicator, Keep a sympathetic and attentive ear open however and they'll relinquish their own foibles and weaknesses, though for some reason that's considered bad sportsmanship around these parts.
The Traitor and I have had a 'truce' going, of sorts. But I've lasted this long by not taking anything at face value, and that includes the Adjudicator, Keep a sympathetic and attentive ear open however and they'll relinquish their own foibles and weaknesses, though for some reason that's considered bad sportsmanship around these parts.
MoOTF: *laughs* Sneaky, sneaky. I managed to bespell his lordship over there. Do you really think that just because I'm not looking at you I can't sense your magic?
*he lifts his gaze back to you* Your techniques in learning the lay of the land are very wise, I admit. But in all of this political intrigue, I'm starting to get the sense that you have forgotten how to have fun. Am I so very wicked for playing a handful of temporary pranks?
*he lifts his gaze back to you* Your techniques in learning the lay of the land are very wise, I admit. But in all of this political intrigue, I'm starting to get the sense that you have forgotten how to have fun. Am I so very wicked for playing a handful of temporary pranks?
*suddenly hoists up the cushion underneath MoOTF, catapulting him in the air; at the same time the net cast on the ceiling swoops down to catch and wrap round him before he can react, tangling his limbs up and through the wiry mesh, making it neither safe nor comfortable to shift shape hurriedly. Another readied spell, and a shield bubble pops into existence around him, just larger than his cat form so he can't simply assume a larger form and burst out of it; all happening in the time before he starts falling to the ground.
You mean like that one? Nope, just cocky and overconfident. And to answer another question, the 'party' is the one the Traitor will have, since I expect she'll do a lot more than 'hold' you. How's tgat for 'fun'?
You mean like that one? Nope, just cocky and overconfident. And to answer another question, the 'party' is the one the Traitor will have, since I expect she'll do a lot more than 'hold' you. How's tgat for 'fun'?
MoOTF: *he writhes and yowls for a few moments before bursting into laughter* My good unicorn, it isn't overconfidence if you can back it up. *the wiry mesh melts as easily as snow and the shield bubble shatters on the ground. He takes the shape of a rooster* The cockiness remark is justified. *he settles on the floor and rearranges his wings to a more comfortable position* I'll wait for her to arrive.
Auris: *watches you very uncomfortably, trying to judge whether you're bluffing about Moth or not*
Auris: *watches you very uncomfortably, trying to judge whether you're bluffing about Moth or not*
Cathal: *keeping his eyes on MoOTF* I have others.
MoOTF: *looks up at the ceiling with a long-suffering groan* You're all missing the entire point of this little game. I picked the two of you specifically because I thought it would be good for you to learn to laugh at yourselves. Sir Cathal, no one takes you seriously because you try too damn hard to impress everyone. Lord Auris, your joy died with your mate. They're hard words to hear, but they're true. *he stands and ruffles himself up* Loosen up, won't you? If ever there was a time to embrace what little joys you can, this is it. *he takes the form of a pig, purposefully making himself noticeably rounder and more slovenly than the others* It can always be worse, see? *he sighs* The world could end before we manage to fix it.
*he turns his attention to you* But if you're so hell-bent on chasing me off, I'll leave. I have other nerves to fray, anyway.
MoOTF: *looks up at the ceiling with a long-suffering groan* You're all missing the entire point of this little game. I picked the two of you specifically because I thought it would be good for you to learn to laugh at yourselves. Sir Cathal, no one takes you seriously because you try too damn hard to impress everyone. Lord Auris, your joy died with your mate. They're hard words to hear, but they're true. *he stands and ruffles himself up* Loosen up, won't you? If ever there was a time to embrace what little joys you can, this is it. *he takes the form of a pig, purposefully making himself noticeably rounder and more slovenly than the others* It can always be worse, see? *he sighs* The world could end before we manage to fix it.
*he turns his attention to you* But if you're so hell-bent on chasing me off, I'll leave. I have other nerves to fray, anyway.
MoOTF: What makes you think I don't have morals, or, worse, that I don't care? I may like to bend rules and keep my secrets, but my loyalties are to the Seelie Court to the death. My methods are different -too different for some, true- but my goals are the same. I'm not your enemy, no matter what you choose to believe. *he makes a show of waddling out of the portal, and as soon as he is out of sight Cathal reverts to his natural form*
Cathal: *looks himself over in surprise* What... I'll never understand him.
Auris: *grunts his disapproval that his own spell has not yet been lifted* He has a very strange way of showing honor.
Cathal: *looks himself over in surprise* What... I'll never understand him.
Auris: *grunts his disapproval that his own spell has not yet been lifted* He has a very strange way of showing honor.
Of course. Two steps ahead, one of the benefits of being human and not living for the moment. All part of the plan, and it was she who made me aware of such precautions in the first place. She won't harm the others - she doesn't like her own curses being messed with, and Lester and Kitty are in her unwilling employ. Even Henry is probably changed back to 'normal' already.
Now, we have twenty four hours of relaxation while the heat dies down in the outside world. Days like this, you make your own entertainment, and I feel plenty entertained just at the moment.
Now, we have twenty four hours of relaxation while the heat dies down in the outside world. Days like this, you make your own entertainment, and I feel plenty entertained just at the moment.
Cathal: *shaking his head with wide eyes* How can you relax in a moment like this? You have just painted the biggest, brightest target on your back, I hope you realize. What Flannagan set into motion is child's play compared to what he will do.
Auris: *settling onto a cushion* He is but a faerie.
Cathal: A faerie who put you in this state, your lordship.
Auris: *settling onto a cushion* He is but a faerie.
Cathal: A faerie who put you in this state, your lordship.
As I seem to keep being reminded, faerie words have power. So when he's the one who insists on loosening up and enjoying a good joke... well, he'd better be able to take it as well as dish it out if he walks into it with his eyes open. The human phrase is 'hoist by your own petard'.
Cathal: If you say so. You are my witness, milord, I warned him. *he sets about cleaning the pig smell from his fur*
Auris: Now that the excitement has ended, what shall we do with our time?
*a portal rips open and a gout of flame singes a few cushions*
Moth: *from somewhere outside the portal* You have some gall showing your face here! Is that form meant as an insult?!
MoOTF: *squeals* N-no! Come now, let's handle this with some civility! It was an honest mist- aaaaahhhh! *the portal snaps shut again*
Auris: *looking intrigued* I am tempted to watch the rest of that unfold.
Auris: Now that the excitement has ended, what shall we do with our time?
*a portal rips open and a gout of flame singes a few cushions*
Moth: *from somewhere outside the portal* You have some gall showing your face here! Is that form meant as an insult?!
MoOTF: *squeals* N-no! Come now, let's handle this with some civility! It was an honest mist- aaaaahhhh! *the portal snaps shut again*
Auris: *looking intrigued* I am tempted to watch the rest of that unfold.
Speaking of 'terms', they are defined between both parties before the 'contract' comes into play, Cathal. It doesn't apply retroactively, or from a third party. But if you're warning me now about crossing a line with a powerful figure, it's duly noted for the next encounter.
*thinks* Hm. Maybe I should have been a lawyer in my previous life.
*thinks* Hm. Maybe I should have been a lawyer in my previous life.
For example... if I were to remark to you offhand - as a statement, rather than a hypothetical, as this is - that it was, quote, 'payback for all the pranks he pulled and got away with', and he was also present to hear it, which he isn't, then that would make it binding. And if I don't have the power or the authority to make it so, that puts me in a lot of trouble when he demands it be made good upon.
Never say what you don't strictly mean, unless you're a fool or are dealing with one. That's the faerie way, and even the wisest will let slip on occasion.
Never say what you don't strictly mean, unless you're a fool or are dealing with one. That's the faerie way, and even the wisest will let slip on occasion.
Cathal: *lifts a fuzzy eyebrow* Yes, I'm aware of how fae culture works. I do happen to be part of it, if you recall. I warn you because he is notorious for not playing by the rules; even our very flexible and often-changing interpretations of the rules. I respect you, that is why I bring it up. You already have enough to juggle without him making things more difficult for you. *he subtly jerks his head toward Auris, who has begun to doze on his cushion*
MoOTF: *mindspeaking* Oh, my good fellow. You've ruffled the wrong feathers at the wrong time! Imagine, if you'll indulge me, just how seriously the Council will take you if, say, you showed up to the Verdant Hills as a magic-muted one-horned goat rather than your dazzling sleek self? Not that I'm saying I would do that, mind. We're strictly speaking in hypotheticals, here. Oh, wait... did I really leave my fingers crossed for that "hypotheticals" bit? Oh, dear. I guess you won't know for certain until the big day. Good luck studying and all that. In the meantime, I'm going to have a long bath. I smell like smoked ham. I hate smoked ham. *the connection is cleanly severed*
MoOTF: *mindspeaking* Oh, my good fellow. You've ruffled the wrong feathers at the wrong time! Imagine, if you'll indulge me, just how seriously the Council will take you if, say, you showed up to the Verdant Hills as a magic-muted one-horned goat rather than your dazzling sleek self? Not that I'm saying I would do that, mind. We're strictly speaking in hypotheticals, here. Oh, wait... did I really leave my fingers crossed for that "hypotheticals" bit? Oh, dear. I guess you won't know for certain until the big day. Good luck studying and all that. In the meantime, I'm going to have a long bath. I smell like smoked ham. I hate smoked ham. *the connection is cleanly severed*
*traces the mindspeak connection back and reopens...
Pish and tosh, matey. I don't doubt we'll be having future battles of wits; I look forward to it. But I used your own careless words and lack of attention against you that round, and there's sod all you can do about it.
By the way: the three of us, including an associate of the Seelie Court and the Elder Sire of the Verdant Hills, all witnessed you state that your loyalty is to the Seelie Court until death, and that our goals are the same. So putting a spanner in a Regency meeting with said Elder Sire, on behalf of the Seelie Court, without leaving yourself wide open to a worse dunking than that one was?
*blows mental raspberry and severs the connection*
Pish and tosh, matey. I don't doubt we'll be having future battles of wits; I look forward to it. But I used your own careless words and lack of attention against you that round, and there's sod all you can do about it.
By the way: the three of us, including an associate of the Seelie Court and the Elder Sire of the Verdant Hills, all witnessed you state that your loyalty is to the Seelie Court until death, and that our goals are the same. So putting a spanner in a Regency meeting with said Elder Sire, on behalf of the Seelie Court, without leaving yourself wide open to a worse dunking than that one was?
*blows mental raspberry and severs the connection*
*Moth's voice comes through a reopened connection, sounding confused and a little defensive* What the hell was that about? Wait... *probes the connection* Magicks, he's a meddling pain in the ass. You've reached the wrong faerie, darling. *muttering* I've had too many bloody distractions today. *she severs the connection*
*looks over at Auris gruntdozing...
I think he's settled into that shape. He should be perfectly fine for the rest of the day and none the worse for when he returns to normal. Maybe setting his burdens aside and just relaxing like that is exactly what he needed, dignified or not.
I think he's settled into that shape. He should be perfectly fine for the rest of the day and none the worse for when he returns to normal. Maybe setting his burdens aside and just relaxing like that is exactly what he needed, dignified or not.
Moth: *mindspeaking* I'll send someone out to find him, but you owe me. Contact with him isn't exactly safe in my situation. Nor is it in yours, come to think of it. He has no love for the Unicorn Court and was happy to see their relations with the Seelie Court severed. If his aim is to mess with your plans, he'll mess them up. Keep your eyes open. Oh, and darling, give me some warning before you send me surprise visitors. I was mid-shower when he showed up.
Cathal: *eyes trained on the sleeping pig-shaped unicorn* Perhaps so. He seems like the uptight sort.
Cathal: *eyes trained on the sleeping pig-shaped unicorn* Perhaps so. He seems like the uptight sort.
Even, as has been somewhat melodramatically acknowledged, he tampers with delaying or preventing the potential end of the world? The rules will only turn a blind eye at so much. Maybe you should tell me what his beef with the unicorn court is all about, since nobody else involved seems willing to divulge.
Moth: *with an audible sigh* Come, now. You can't really think that uniting the Noble Races is the only way to divert fate. If he's willing the ruin your party it's because he has some kind of card up his sleeve. Before you ask, I don't know what that card is. I just know how his mind tends to work.
When it comes to the unicorns, I don't know the details. All I know is the late King was slighted by the Council at some point while Titania was attempting to iron out the alliance with the unicorns. Some of the King's followers still hold grudges about it. You know how petty my kind can be.
Cathal: *eying the sleeping lord with a judging expression* What a fun bunch.
When it comes to the unicorns, I don't know the details. All I know is the late King was slighted by the Council at some point while Titania was attempting to iron out the alliance with the unicorns. Some of the King's followers still hold grudges about it. You know how petty my kind can be.
Cathal: *eying the sleeping lord with a judging expression* What a fun bunch.
To Cathal: Thank you, Cheshire Cat. Bloody hell, I never thought of it like this but I totally have been dropped into a Lewis Carroll book. To go from collecting neuroses like baseball cards, to the benchmark of 'normality'.
"I'm not mad," said Alice. "You must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't be here."
"I'm not mad," said Alice. "You must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't be here."
You're welcome! ^_^ Thank you for rolling ahead with four times as many piggos as planned.
Still, I can understand everyone... not taking it well. Well, not counting Kitty or Feathers, over there. >.> I might have been better disposed, but it's still pretty embarrassing to be a truffle-hunter -- Ohh, though that could be an unwanted answer to Lester's question. Those fungi do go for a pretty penny. ^_^o
*I also look in Cathal's direction a tad guiltily*
Still, I can understand everyone... not taking it well. Well, not counting Kitty or Feathers, over there. >.> I might have been better disposed, but it's still pretty embarrassing to be a truffle-hunter -- Ohh, though that could be an unwanted answer to Lester's question. Those fungi do go for a pretty penny. ^_^o
*I also look in Cathal's direction a tad guiltily*
I thought it showed. ^_^ I'm glad!
*I nod to the couple* It's really not hard with some practice. Just, uh, best to have someone else along. For safety. Annnd to make sure some of them make it to market. ^_^o
*I scratch at my neck a bit* Oh, n-nothing, Sir Cathal. Not... intentionally, anyway? Just... >.> There may have been an image that popped into my head the other day. I might have wished to see it, just for a moment. ^_^o *I avoid eye contact* It seemed... more amusing then than now, obviously. *I may not be entirely honest on that last one* I certainly didn't think this would happen. *this one's true, though*
*I nod to the couple* It's really not hard with some practice. Just, uh, best to have someone else along. For safety. Annnd to make sure some of them make it to market. ^_^o
*I scratch at my neck a bit* Oh, n-nothing, Sir Cathal. Not... intentionally, anyway? Just... >.> There may have been an image that popped into my head the other day. I might have wished to see it, just for a moment. ^_^o *I avoid eye contact* It seemed... more amusing then than now, obviously. *I may not be entirely honest on that last one* I certainly didn't think this would happen. *this one's true, though*
I think after all he's seen, he's pretty resigned to most magic >w<
MoOTF: *smirks* A shapeshifter? I suppose. I am a man when I wish, but most of the time it is not in my best interest to show my true face. *he cocks his head to eye you* And you are a... fox spirit? *he hops a little closer* This is exciting! It is not often I meet another trickster.
MoOTF: *smirks* A shapeshifter? I suppose. I am a man when I wish, but most of the time it is not in my best interest to show my true face. *he cocks his head to eye you* And you are a... fox spirit? *he hops a little closer* This is exciting! It is not often I meet another trickster.
MoOTF: *preening* Mixing magics is not something to be sniffed at. Wild Magicks and spirit magicks together are a powerful combination. And, yes, you are quite perceptive. Mystery is necessity when you're running from the fae. *he gives a beaked grin* That will be our little secret, eh?
*returns the grin, a bit nervously* Sure, I can keep a secret. I definitely wouldn't want to cause anyone trouble with the fae. *cocks head* But I didn't know that I might have inherited some magic from my wild side. Then again, my magical education has been a bit ... limited.
You all had too much Chinese food? Oh boy, you better hope it will only last for the remaineder of the Chinese new year's celebration and not the entire year. looks up what Chinese zodiac is next year Oh, 2020 is year of the rat. I guess if you all stay a pig / boar for a year, you enjoy it when you turn into a rat next year. ^.=.^
*Arrives on the scene my eyebrows raising as I look upon the porcine sight, a small grin playing lightly over my face as I go over to sit down next to the Author* Letting your characters get the best of you again my dear? I would have thought that you would have learned the lesson after the last time with Moth. *I say with a little chuckle as I lean down to hug the Author, before looking in curiosity over at the Bird who's magic seems to have caused all of this*
(Lol. Oops. I am afraid that I mistook our fox friend for you my dear. Apologies to the both of you.) *Chuckles* Ah so you are my dear. Pardon the slight confusion on my part. Hope that you have been well deary? And I do hope that all of these individuals will be back to normal before too long. *I say a bit louder, my question more aimed at the magical bird I observe observing me*
(No worries! It's an easy mistake ^^) I'm well, thanks for asking! I hope life is treating you well, too?
MoOTF: *hops his way over to join the conversation* Just a temporary prank, I assure you. *he sizes you up* Well, well. You're a rarity, aren't you? It isn't often I get to make the acquaintance of a walking contradiction. *he sweeps out a wing and bows* I am known as the Man of One Thousand Faces, it is a pleasure.
MoOTF: *hops his way over to join the conversation* Just a temporary prank, I assure you. *he sizes you up* Well, well. You're a rarity, aren't you? It isn't often I get to make the acquaintance of a walking contradiction. *he sweeps out a wing and bows* I am known as the Man of One Thousand Faces, it is a pleasure.
*Smiles and hugs the Author* Glad that you are doing well my dear. I am doing fairly well myself so thank you. *Watches as the magical being hops his way over* I am glad to hear it my many faced friend. I too have been known to wear many faces throughout my existence. *I chuckle* And yes I would probably agree that beings like myself are really not common at all as the manner in which my existence came about is certainly a horrid one. *I stand up and bow deeply in return* It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance my dear Sir. You may call me Nathanial if you wish. It is the first name that I gave myself after coming into being and it suits me well enough.
*hugs in return* ^^
MoOTF: *adjusting his wings to lay against his body more comfortably* Nathanial it is, then. What brings you to this... well, I suppose I can call it a pig sty now... *he gives a clucking chuckle as he surveys the victims of his prank* What brings you to this pig sty?
MoOTF: *adjusting his wings to lay against his body more comfortably* Nathanial it is, then. What brings you to this... well, I suppose I can call it a pig sty now... *he gives a clucking chuckle as he surveys the victims of his prank* What brings you to this pig sty?
*Smiles and turns back to the trickster* Well to be honest I was just in the area and felt the use of a fairly powerful magic at work, thought I would come by and investigate and see if there was anything I needed to take care of. *I say with a chuckle* Out of curiosity, do you mind if I offer up a nickname for yourself? I am sure that saying Man of a thousand Faces must get very tiring to say every time you introduce yourself. Would the name Chaney be alright?
*Chuckles* That is more than fair my friend. In the world of man, there was a man by the name of Lon Chaney Jr. He was an actor well known for his many roles in films where he would wear makeup or prosthetics that made him look like other people and beings. This skill earned him the nickname, The Man of a Thousand faces. This you can see why I thought that Chaney might be a good nickname.
*Chuckles and nods in deference to Chaney* Fair enough my friend. Just as long as they are returned to there normal forms unharmed soon enough I am more than satisfied. And she does indeed seem to love him as a pig doesn't she. *I say with a grin* However I do hope that you will turn him back as well, for his own sake.
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