Theres A Certain Charm To It

(Cynder, Keeper)

Knight
Opaque Villager

25 Apr 2010, 5:25am

Knight muttered under her breath. Sure, she loved it how she
could just set up a makeshift camp out in the feilds, but plains
had more wind than many other climates, due to their lack of
anything to hinder it. And he tent had been made a little weak,
as it was simply some large sticks and some cheap but heavy
cloth she'd gotten in town.
So obviously, she had returned to her current 'home' after
exploring surroundings all day and finding odds-and-ends
helpful jobs that she could pick up a bit of cash to get what she
couldn't find for free, only to find that the cloth had been blown
off her tent. Lucily it just fell and was draped protectively over
what belongings she kept in there because they wouldn't fit in
her purse. One of the thin, long logs she had gotten to hold it
all up seemed to have fallen over from the force of the heavy
cloth collapsing on it. Half a foot at the end burried in grass
roots and dirt, and surrounded with head-sized rocks where
they shown above ground, she had used the skills she'd learned
from building forts with cousins to make sure those logs were
hard to knock down. But that also ment they were a pain to
stand up. The hole she'd dug in the ground to stand that one up
was now widened by the angle of the falling wood, and the dirt
didn't just fall back in place, held back by the grass roots. And
the grass roots defiantly didn't fall back in place. She'd have to
dig some out elsewhere and stuff them into where they had
been moved aside to keep the log standing.
The girl sighed and dropped the metal stakes she had gotten to
hold down the tent by where she had dropped her purse. Galilei
was perched ontop of the fake-leather bag, leaning over to
observe the patterns of the bugs traveling in the shortened
grass. "I've heard that some bugs communicate by the way they
walk." She told him, "'Cept that might've only been bees, and
You are quite unlikely to find many of those by looking down
there. If any truely live on Planet."
The faedragon looked at her for a short instant, not really
knowing what she was talking about. He seemed to know it was
relevant, but turned back to his obeservations. The small
dragon was doubtlessly an interesting companion for the quickly
bored girl. And he wasn't much help when it came to things
such as rebuilding the tent. She turned away from him and
proceded to dig up grass roots and dirt to fill in the extra space
in the hole, before righting the log. Atleast getting those tent
stakes would make this task alot less common of a practice.
((Cyn'll havta post when she can. Don't know when she's gonna
be on again :/))

The Keeper
Walking calmly against the wind and looking for something that
might help him get off and/or discover something about this
strange world, The Keeper walked on the perimeter of the field,
taking in his surroundings as he went. It was only a short time
of walking until he saw a small, primitive structure in the field
and a girl wandering about to fix it. He laughed inwardly as he
watched. Is she making a child's play-tent or is she honestly
thinking that an unstable structure made of sticks and cloth can
shield her from the elements? He wondered. Maybe I should go
help her... Or maybe I should just watch her fail at making
shelter. He laughed, but she somehow reminded him of someone
he once knew long ago, maybe when he lived on Galiphrae or
were they a saiyan on planet Vegeta, he couldn't quite
remember, but this girls attitude made him think of the past.
In his rememberance he almost forgot to ignore the cold of the
wind blowing on him from what he at least thought was the
planet's East. He wondered if he could use his key to bring his
TARDIS to him on this planet, or if, despite all his repairs he
could still not do anything with it, even to help this girl. He
decided not to risk further damaging it. Still he wondered who
this girl reminded him of. Despite how he normally treated this
kind of situation, he found that he could not get this question
out of his head. He also found himself approaching her.
He felt the tall grass hitting his legs with ever step that he took
as he walked nearer the girl. He wondered how intimidating he
must look to her in his puple SOLDIER uniformand silver helm
completely covering his eyes as he came nearer in his average,
professional-looking stride. If she screamed, even a bit, he
would laugh, and rather hard at that. He wondered how she
would react seeing a strange man walking toward her in this
sort of a fasion. Especially with a sword on his back.

PIF
M y s te r i o u s Po we r

28 Apr 2010, 9:40pm

One, two, three, four. Two, two, three four. Around and around a
body made of leaves waltzed with a ragdoll of an upright Epolos.
Huh? From out of the forest, drenched from a near-drowning in
the river, and sandy from a romp on the beach the creature
made of discarded vegetation made its way to stir up some dust
on the plains. Following it was an ghostly orchestra, playing
classics such as Bach, Vivaldi, and Mozart.

Then he encountered other beings. Stopping, its leafy face

stared around, before splitting into a grin. Then its body split
into two; one was decidedly masculine, the other decidedly
feminine. Certain twigs and bits of plains grass were helped to
flesh out such an outline, faces being more easily recognizable
now. Each of the PIF's puppets of mass destruction grabbed a
partner of the opposite sex, whirling them around in
complicated manuevers, and never letting thme stumble.

Should one of them stumble, they'd get a sharp twig in the ribs,
or the cheek, or the armpit. Lucky for them, a strong breeze
came through and was the destruction of the leave-people,
sending them whirling around into small flurries, before settling
down. The ghostly instruments fell with a crash; the inner
workings of the cello revealed a Future-Sight Mirror left for
Knight, as it did sort of crack open on her foot.

From the ragdoll Epolos came a pitiful mewl and a Terror

Wyvern emerged, just looking for someone to terrorize, now
that the crazy entity had released her. Glaring around at the two
humanoids, she hissed, flaring her miniature wings. She
couldn't be very old, with her dimunitive size--either that, or
she was the runt of the litter. Either way, she was, now,
semeingly focusing on Keeper... with murder in her eyes.

Knight
Opaque Villager

29 Apr 2010, 12:00am

It was Senta who alerted Knight of The Keeper's presence.

The small, young tzingane had been unnoticed till this point.
Knight had been wondering where she dissappeared to, but
wasn't worried anything would happen to her. Turned out she
was just far enough out of the way to be unseen in the tall
grass that surrounded the spot Knight had mostly cleared. The
tent had fallen over on top of her while she slept, waking her
with surprise. Yet after realising she was too light and small to
really fix it, she moved into the tallo grass to be protected from
the wind as she waited for her bonded to come, yet she had
gotten bored with the time it was taken, and fallen back asleep.
It was broad daylight after all. Not her time of activity. Actually,
it was odd to see the humanoid so wide awake at such a time,
but good that she was trying to fix the tent.
The Tzingane had just awoken to find that Knight and Galilei had
returned and went to see if there was anything she could do to
help with the tent. However, she saw a stranger first. "She
wonders why someone is taking a walk so far out in the feilds."
she asked her self aloud, half hoping Knight would have an
answer.
The humanoid looked to the fox, surprized, than followed
Senta's gaze till her eyes rested on the man as well.
He was a complete stranger, and no features of his face could be
found through the mask that covered it.
But she didn't have much time to react or question the man.
Another figure approached. Wait... One? Or Two? Well, what
ever it started as, it was two now. And she didn't allow her mind
to grasp around that fast enough to react to being suddenly
swept up in some extravagant ballroom dance.
At first she didn't know what was going on, managing to
stumble once or twice and regretting it. But she was graceful,
and loved a good real dance like this, so before long she had
managed to find the rythem of the music they were dancing to
and mostly keep up. It had been a while since she'd gotten to
dance. Last time it was with her Dad at the parent-child night of
cotillion lessions. Those classes were one of those things you
loathed when you had them and missed when you didn't. A large
grin adorned her face. This girl was not simple to torture. There
was something slightly likable in almost anything.
But suddenly the wind started to pick up again, and the leaves
floated to the ground. The girl collapsed, grin turning into
childish giggling and laughter.
She looked down as something hit her foot. A cello? One of her
friends played that for a month or so, so she could recognise it
admist her inablity to tell one instrument from the other (except
the drums, which she could play). A bass guitar was different
from a normal guitar? No way! But this was defiantly a cello.
She knew that much. And it was broken. Something was shining
from inside. A mirror? Something wasn't quite normal about it...
Maybe she'd have to ask around to figure out what it was. She'd
put it with the rest of her inventory in her tent and it would be
of use later, perhaps.
There was no time for her to move and do this, however. The
plushie was ripped open from the inside, revealing a small
dragon-like creature. If it didn't look like it was about to eat the
stranger, she would've found it's size adorable. But it didn't look
all that happy, and was thus not adorable. What to do, what to
do? She didn't even know the guy, but she couldn't let him be
killed by an over-grown lizard. Golden rule. Would she want a
stranger to let that thing eat her? But there wasn't much that
could be done. What? Pick up a twig from the leaf-person who
had fallen and jab the beast with it? That would just enrage it
and make it attack her. The man had its attention. And he
looked armed. He would be able to fend it off, atleast untill she
could help.
Slowly and quietly she turned over onto her hands and knees
and tried to sneak back to the tent. She'd have plenty in there
that could be weopens. Or atleast 'please don't eat us, take this
instead' bait.

Cynder
Opaque Villager

29 Apr 2010, 10:14pm

Run-ning run-ning run-ning run-ning. Cynder's callused bare

feet padded out a swift rhythm over the dirt and grass flattened
by the wind. Twigs and small pebbles dug into her feet, but she
ignored the tiny twinges of pain. Running outside was no fun if
you wore shoes. And anyway, it didn't hurt that much. She
didn't even feel exhausted. It gave her a rush, if anything. It
cleared her head of all the confusion and stress she had felt
lately, since being pulled into this strange new place. It had
taken her an entire week to almost get used to the Weyrd, and
still she couldn't get used to the fact that this was her home
now, and the home she had known was unreachable. It was hard
to think about. There were so many things she missed. But
rather than think about it, she preferred this. The mindless task
of placing one clawed foot in front of the other in quick
succession, wind blowing her hair behind her shoulders, wings
folded tightly at her back and tail streaming out behind her.

Run-ning run-ning run--ning?

She came to a sudden halt, earth spraying the denim capris she
was wearing. Is that...a dragon? If it was, it was a small one.
Absolutely minuscule compared to how she imagined them when
she read all those fantasy books. Its wings were pathetic-
looking next to her fourteen-plus foot wingspan. She spread
them unconsciously as she was thinking this, the sun shining
through the slightly translucent orange-red material.

And was that another humanoid? A toothy grin split her tan face
as she sped towards him. She was in a personable mood, and
she wanted someone to talk to. She'd been too antisocial for
days. "Hey!", she called out to the figure, happily. Hopefully
he'd be friendly (for the figure was definitely masculine). She
needed a friend right now.

Oh wait.

She'd forgotten about the dragon.

The grin slid off her face as quickly as it had come. The dragon
was glaring in a hostile way at the figure she'd approached. It
was already angry, and she may have just succeeded in
diverting it's anger onto her.

Wonderful.

Updated by Cynder on 29 Apr 2010, 10:31pm

The Keeper
Mysterious Villager

29 Apr 2010, 10:37pm

As he approached the girl to help with her tent, he had been

attacked by leaves and twigs and spun around in a random and
unseemly fashion that he didn't recognize from any of the
planets he had previously visited. To his relief, however, a wind
picked up and blew the leaves and twigs away from him and left
him with bruised and quite possibly bloodied ribs. As soon as
they were down he quickly thrust his sword off of its magnetic
holster and into the grond where most of the leaves had landed,
yelling at them to "Stay down!" That was when he had noticed
the dragon.
He held his soward up and prepared for it to take the feeling it
had seriously enough to attack. Then he heard a girl scream at
him from aways away. What is it with this planet, he thought,
first a dragon and now a distraction from the situation, which
will probobly become a battle soon, what next? Oh, and I forgot
the leaves that tried to dance with me in an unrythmic fashion.
They could have at least used a Time Lord dance that I could
have actually danced to...
He went on complaining like this for a bit, but his eyes stayed
directly fixed on the dragon's. If he shifted his gaze even for a
moment, it would attack then and defeat him easily. not easily,
on second thought... probobly not even defeat him... He was a
half-saiyan with mako energy coursing through his vains... Who
could know?

PIF
M y s te r i o u s Po we r

30 Apr 2010, 1:02am

The Wyvern, with her sudden amount of company, let out a

racous howl before she wiggled her way into a standing
position. As young as she was, there was no possibility of a fair
fight. Weaving her head from side to side to glance at all the
flesh before her, she cried out again and then set her sights on
The Keeper and that strange thing he was pointing at her. She
was fascinated. Chirruping in a much nicer way, she stepped
forth with another pleasant chirp. Before he knew it, she was
sending a barrage of questioning emotions into his mind.
Apparently she'd forged that mental bond with him that meant
he had a shiny!

The Keeper -

The Little Bumblebee Terror Wyvern

The warnings of bright yellow and black, and all the toxic
shades in between, stripe across her body and give her the look
of a sleek, dangerous wasp. Even her tail has a silvery sheen,
mostly black with only a bit of yellow, that makes one imagine it
has the same sharp, stinging qualities as any bee would.
Whirling yellow-black eyes are unnerving when they glare your
way, despite the fact that hse really doesn't mean it. She's
about as harmless as a little bumblebee!

Really, she is. For the most part, she is a total sweetheart, but
has a nasty reputation simpyl for being a Wyvern, and for the
fact that she feels she must uphold that legacy. She can't be
seen as a stupid little weakling, now can she? Nope. So she has
a thick hide to what people do and say, but will never be much
of a physical fighter. Intimidating and a slight bully? Definitely.
At the end of the day, however, all she'll want is some cuddling
and love.

[ reminder: please name for the official records, and

congratulations! ]

Updated by Émer on 30 Apr 2010, 1:14am

Knight
Opaque Villager

30 Apr 2010, 3:01pm

Knight had made it a short ways towards her tent, dragging the
mirror so she wouldn't forget it out in the grass. But she
stopped in her tracks when she heard the terrible howl the
creature gave off. The sound seemed to be a reaction to
someone calling. Knight stood tense, ready to move if she was
attacked, either fight or flight. Her tail bristled, and her
underused wings spread slightly for if a sudden take off was
needed. The sound she heard from the creature next gave no
fear of attack, however. It was a harmless, light sound for such
a beast.
Curious, the girl turned her head to see what was going on.
The creature was looking curiously at the stranger man and his
sword. What was so amazing about that blade? It wasn't even a
long sword. If Knight had a sword, it would be a long sword.
The dragon could now be called adourable. There no longer
seemed an immidate threat from the small thing, and it's bright
colors and curious expression deifiantly made the girl want to
pet it like a little puppy dog. Then again, she was the kind to
see a mountain lion and be all 'oh, its so cute I wanna pet it!'
and then she would've gotten her hand bitten off if she tried.
Standing up, she took in her surroundings. The one who had
called out was a girl, probably about her own age. In fact, there
was something about her that looked familiar. Who...?