Aug. 14th, 2012 01:05 am
mage_gifted: (oh? really?)
[personal profile] mage_gifted posting in [community profile] scribbledress
[If the square seems to be more full of random odds and ends than usual, well... that's because it is.

[And in the middle of the clutter sits a man who looks rather like he just escaped from the Ren Faire. He isn't paying much attention to anything but the pad in his lap, scribbling away with his quill.




[That one got him a plush horse, oddly enough, made of white velveteen with deep blue glass eyes. He stares at the thing in confusion for a moment, before setting it aside and getting right back to it.]

Date: 2012-08-14 05:07 am (UTC)
keen_eye: (Default)
From: [personal profile] keen_eye
[And have a man with a cane and an amused expression.]

I'll take the horse if you don't want it.

Date: 2012-08-14 05:33 am (UTC)
keen_eye: (Frontier psychology)
From: [personal profile] keen_eye
Then I shall.

[He snatches it up and gives it a quick test, squeezing it tight. Snuggly!]

Have you found any wishes it will not grant?

Date: 2012-08-15 01:59 am (UTC)
keen_eye: (Default)
From: [personal profile] keen_eye
I had noticed that about the starites. Too easy, I suppose. And we might be in trouble if people could drag us here just by writing down our names.

I haven't been using it much myself, really.

Date: 2012-08-14 05:18 am (UTC)
magical_melonhead: (big grin)
From: [personal profile] magical_melonhead
[An adolescent with a mop of scruffy, white hair and lavender eyes peeks over his shoulder.]

Hey, you know it's against the law to litter don't you?

Date: 2012-08-14 05:42 am (UTC)
magical_melonhead: (regret/not happy)
From: [personal profile] magical_melonhead
[Jezeus considers himself a steeled warrior, one who was ready for anything. Except for the next few moments, the suddenly rush of magic hit the boy square in the chest and caused him to cry out in surprise.]

[Easily he's pushed stumbling backwards and knocked off his feet, his long lanky legs flying over his head.]

Ugh.. What the heck..

[With the wind knocked from his chest, is voice is thin and raspy.]

Date: 2012-08-15 04:16 am (UTC)
magical_melonhead: (not listening)
From: [personal profile] magical_melonhead
Who was sneaking, old man?

[Jezeus was over one hundred years old, he felt like his pride was knocked out of him and to add to that injury- He was being lectured. Feh! Although with is own kind they would consider him, nothing less or more than an adolescent.

He reluctantly takes the others hand, accepting his help to get him back on his feet.]

Maybe you should be more aware of your surroundings?


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