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Post by Rojo on Jul 25, 2009 14:55:46 GMT -5
The hand gesticulates to the dust, then to Tir again.
"Yes, yes, I know...of course, I know EVERYTHING. So you want him back?"
The hand nods up and down.
"Mmmm.....yeaaaah....what's in it for me?"
The hand stops for a moment, seeming to scratch its chi- er...caress its palm. It does a sort of shrug.
"Meh. Fair enough."
Tir points at the pile of fairy dust and where once there was dust, there is a now naked Devon.
Quentin stares.
Tir stares.
The hand stares.
Jacques Edwerdis about 60 miles away stares.
Rojo through the ground stares.
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Post by Seven on Jul 25, 2009 15:07:06 GMT -5
Thrasymachus, not being gay like the rest of the characters in this thread (OH, burn) does NOT stare. He quietly turns away, hands folded at his back, trying to think of the next evil deed to do--I mean, next thing to recreate.
Devon blinks, not realizing he's nude right away apart from the hat that sits perectly on his head. He looks flabbergasted. "My god...I'm...I'm...I'm ALIVE!" he says in a rejoicing tone. Then, he realizes what he's NOT wearing. "My goodness gracious, dear lord of lords, I'm indecent" he says making a squealing noise and tries to hide his shame by taking off his hat and moving it to cover other parts.
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Post by Rojo on Jul 25, 2009 15:34:21 GMT -5
((But is this action successful? Why am I snidely asking how big his penis is? Can we please stop here?))
The hand promptly turns away.
Tir has a look of extreme glee on his face.
Quentin just looks away.
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Post by Seven on Jul 25, 2009 15:40:35 GMT -5
((And you expect me to believe that you're not gay.....*rolls eyes*))
Devon looks at Tir with pleading eyes, holding onto his hat for all goodness. "May I please have some decent attire?"
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Post by Rojo on Jul 25, 2009 16:01:20 GMT -5
"Your wish is my command, O noble one..." Tir grins and clicks his fingers. In a puff of smoke Devon is dressed in the attire of a male escort. Not just any male escort. The really nasty ones found only behind four piles of dead fish behind a night club with more STDs than a Sex Seminar. Tir sniffs. "It's better than nothing." He comments drily before Devon could protest.
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Post by Seven on Jul 25, 2009 16:04:34 GMT -5
Devon eyes glint with something harsh, though they never reach a full throttle glare due to his upbringing. Almost between his teeth, he grits out, "I asked for some decent attire, please..." The angry noble threatens to turn into an evil, deadly chibi, like in the Chibi RP that was loads of fun until it died so many posts ago.
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Post by Rojo on Jul 25, 2009 16:08:23 GMT -5
Tir's eyes flash dangerously despite his smile.
"I suggest you do not order me around, mortal. I only brought you back to life because the way in which I did it shall bring me amusement later. I can snuff you out again like that." He clicks his fingers and a watermelon appears 20 feet behind him and splats on the floor. "Sorry," he says, his face still looking menacing "force of habit."
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Post by Seven on Jul 25, 2009 16:14:30 GMT -5
"Right..." Devon says, not sounding wary nor cocky, but rather some sort of dead in between.
Lief, who had all but vanished from this rp is suddenly beside Rojo's hand, poking it curiously. "How strange, before I vanished, this hand and this crater wasn't here."
Thrasymachus, having heard Tir's warning to Devon, is still absentmindedly musing to himself. "But the universe has imploded, taking with it all the natural cosmic powers with it, and since we are the only ones here, and as we've seen, have the ability to create at will, shouldn't we be..." the rest is inaudible since Thrasymachus is only talking to himself and without realizing it, switched from speaking to thinking to himself again. A couple moments later, he switches back, continuing to say, "...and therefore, dust mites must be the answer to everything."
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Post by Rojo on Jul 25, 2009 16:19:50 GMT -5
Tir looks over to Thrasymachus.
"I can't be bothered to explain it to you. Figure it out yourself why I'm still the most powerful be-" he notices Lief "LIEF! OL' BUDDY OL' PAL OL' CHUM!" He tackles the fox and begins to rub his knuckles into its head "YOU SONOFABITCH YOU!" He grinned maliciously.
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Post by Seven on Jul 27, 2009 15:26:11 GMT -5
"Oh...Hello Tir..." The smile Lief wears looks like the strangest splice of someone at serene peace with the cosmos and someone who is paranoid of skin disease from the leper rubbing up against them. Either that, or the only school girl who is nice AND popular, trying to avoid the school creep without hurting his feelings too much, because creepy and ugly as he is, he's not a bad guy.
Though of course in the situation of Lief's, Tir actually could be considered a bad guy, of some sort.
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Post by Rojo on Jul 27, 2009 16:52:30 GMT -5
There is another small explosion of earth as Rojo pops out of the ground, looking as if he has been dragged by pigs through their halfway-home. He brushes himself off, despite this being a pointless action and looks around.
"Right."
Tir continues to nugget poor Lief.
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Post by Seven on Jul 28, 2009 11:18:23 GMT -5
Lief tries to laugh playfully in response to Tir. "Oh Tir, if you keep this up, you're going to grind my ears off." Of course, the somewhat clever fox knows Tir shouldn't be able to do this, considering that his somewhat clever wish all those years ago was that the djinn couldn't harm him--and leaving someone deaf is quite a real form of harm, should Tir get the bright idea of playfully taking off Lief's ears for fun, even if they just cartoonishly popped off.
Devon awkwardly takes a seat, legs tightly pressed together, though he tries to appear casual in his new attire. Skankalicious as it is...so once again, he takes off his hat and places it on his lap, hoping the wide brim and plume will cover as much of his visible body as possible. He would have liked to greet Rojo, but he feels to awkward to stand.
Thrasymachus merely glances Rojo's direction, looking a little numbly bored/annoyed, as always.
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Post by Rojo on Jul 28, 2009 17:03:58 GMT -5
"Oh I wish, old pal..." Tir says through closed teeth, his eyes staring at the kitsune hungrily. He grudgingly lets go of Lief and floats back a few paces.
Quentin knits his brow and looks at Thrasymachus.
"Doesn't anything entertain you?"
Rojo looks at Devon for a while, giving the noble one of the most perplexed expressions he's ever seen before marching over to the large rope and hefting it. He clears his throat.
"Excuse me, everyone? Can I have your attention, please. Except you, Thrashymashypotatoes or whatever, you can direct your attention elsewhere..."
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Post by Seven on Jul 29, 2009 9:16:53 GMT -5
At sign of Tir's expression, Lief cannot help the fact that his sweet smile broadens just slightly, the cunning look of an old fox in his eye. An expression that could only seem youthful and slightly arrogant in comparison to Tir's age and experience. "Well, dear friend, you are the monger of wishes." Then he turns his attention to Rojo.
Lord Devon van Shire, now plaid is clothes of the most abominable taste (even for hookers, this outfit took a new low), is quite certain that he'd REALLY like no one to start staring at him. Feeling awkward as it is, Rojo's perplexed expression really isn't helping. At all. The noble boy smiles poorly at his friend, tempting to wave for a second, until he realizes that then he would be exposing more of himself for view. Best just to hide behind his hat.
Thrasymachus, looking at Quentin with a steady gaze, contrary to the ever moving gleam of his bedazzled eyes, was just about to answer a denial to his constant passivity. But alas, the poor villain's thought is cut short by Rojo's ongoing idiocy (as he feels it to be.) He moves sharply to turn around, nearly glaring at the person in question. And if mispronouncing his name again hadn't been enough, the fool is SO arrogant as to denounce the Guardian by telling him to bugger off and not listen in to what ever nonsense that fool was about to spout.
Indignant, his thoughts began. How dare that cretin. Perhaps I should listen in just to spite him. No, he won't be rid of me so easily---No...wait, that may very well be what he's hoping to do. Use reverse psychology to bother me to a point that I would feel indignant enough to listen in. Then I shouldn't listen in after all? Unless of course, he's accounted for the fact that I figured he may very well be using reverse psychology on me, and figured I would be so easily fooled as to not pay attention to what ever important information he might have found. Plebeian! How dare he assume me less--unworthy! I'll show them all! ...Wait, stop Thrasymachus, you're getting ahead of yourself. Like that fool could think so far ahead--like anything he says COULD be important anyways. He'll probably just spout off some gibberish, then smugly tell me how he got me to waste my valuable time by listening to his nonsense. But, if he's that clever, then he may very well tell the others something important while my back is turned and I'm not paying attention. Oh how I loathe humans.....and everything else. Then I shall have to listen. But, would listening in make me appear as though I am weak and easily manipulated due to the fact that I'd be listening in to what a fool has to say right after saying I should 'direct my attention elsewhere.' Ohh...I will get him. Soon. Arrogant fool. He will regret---But if I don't listen in due to my pride, then he will be the true victor for depriving me of useful information. Unless, of course, as I said, there really wasn't any useful information and therefore I would only....
It seems that the ever unfortunate Thrasymachus has absentmindedly entered another of his never-ending internal rants. The length of five conversations could start and end, and in this state, he'd never notice the likes of them. Poor hopeless villain.
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Post by Rojo on Jul 29, 2009 14:49:31 GMT -5
Quentin stares at his villianous compadre.
"What's he do-"
"Inner monologue," Tir answers automatically, spinning slowly in mid-air.
"But why does he ha-"
"It comes with the job.
"Will you stop cutting off my se-"
"No. Now shut up and listen."
Meanwhile, Rojo hads begun.
"Now, I'm pretty damn awful at speeches. So I'll say this: Currently, we have no sun. So, I decided to make one."
And with that, he pulls the rope. Nothing happens.
But, if one were to look very hard, they would see two miniscule dots moving towards eachother VERY VERY far away in the distance. Slowly, they would get closer and closer until...
There was a noise like Galactus clapping sarcastically. For a few more moments there was nothing, then there was a shockwave like Galactcus having his chair pulled out from him at school. It rippled the very earth, shaking everyone who was watching. Even Tir had to steady himself.
"Wait for it..." Rojo said, staring at the large rock now hanging in the sky so far a way. He clicked his fingers.
It was like a lightswitch being turned on.
The ball lit up and became a great ball of fire. Slowly, light dribbled across the half-finished landscape our protagonists had created. The rolling hills, the grass and the dirt were all covered in a beautiful orange glow that would make someone weep. Shadows suddenly stretched out from everyone, glad to be back at work. The hut Thrasymachus had raised from the ground looked quaint in the Baby Sun's rays. Even Rojo had to admit it looked splendid now there was a little light. The brand new day shone on.
Quentin sniffed and raised a hand to his eye, rubbing as if there was sleepy dust in it.
"It's....beautiful." His voice cracked a little, but he coughed to cover his tracks. The malevolent djinni looked on, the infant sun's light reflected in his eyes. Least to say, he was impressed.
Rojo sniffed loudly, his hands on his hips. The sun was half-hidden through the meadows, giving the landscape the look of a sunset. The first sunset ever to be. Wow, you didn't see that everyday....
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