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Sept 17, 2005 8:08:25 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 8:08:25 GMT -5
The kid grabs some apples, too, and is lifted quite easily by the colar. Although not much shorter than Puck- maybe 5'6", 5'7", it looks like a very young boy: not a hint of a beard, very child-like features, and to lift up, rather light. There is no reply, just a hurried glance over the shoulder.
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Sept 17, 2005 8:10:30 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 8:10:30 GMT -5
Puck glances back and then grins mischeviously at the child.
"Hold on tight. You're in for a ride."
Puck puts the kid over his shoulder and immediately bolts, looking for a low roof or thing to hop over. He was singing the whole time he was running, something about hopping, skipping, and jumping.
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Sept 17, 2005 8:21:48 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 8:21:48 GMT -5
The kid's eyes go wide, and one or two apples drop back to the ground when Puck slings the slight figure over his shoulder. It is hard to see the roofs of buildings in this mist, but the light of the lighthouse helps. Puck can see where the buildings obstruct it, and where they don't. At one point, they come to a building that must be a little lower than all of the others, and the ensuing jump brings the two up to the flat roof, but just not over. The kid shrieks.
The flat roof has a little trapdoor, and there are laundry spanning all over it, attached to the two neighbouring buildings, but Puck manages to avoid the big white nightgown he almost fell straight into. One or two more apples go flying onto the tiles of the roof.
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Sept 17, 2005 8:25:37 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 8:25:37 GMT -5
Puck whistles his little tune to a truimphant end and sets the kid down, smiling from ear to ear.
"There ya go, nice and safe and all that good stuff. So, what's the trouble n... hold that thought."
Puck dives into the nightgown, then stands and walks back.
"Missed the nightgown. Sorry, what was that you were saying? Something about apples, running, then shrieking?"
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Sept 17, 2005 8:38:14 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 8:38:14 GMT -5
The nightgown comes off and hangs around Puck like a cloak with little, very worn lace. The moment he turns back to the kid, THUD, an apple hits him straight in the face.
After this, the kid grabs the two apples that were dropped on the roof earlier. The fog is slightly less up here, but it is still thick enough to make it where there is no view over other buildings, or the streets below.
The kid is grumbling softly about fog, and apple vendors, and nutcases who think they are super rabbit.
[Take 1 subdual]
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Sept 17, 2005 8:42:29 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 8:42:29 GMT -5
Puck blinks for a moment or two, just kind of standing there with an odd look on his face. Then he grins and picks up the apple, taking a hearty bite out of it.
"Thanks! That's really nice of you and all to share the apples you stole. Mmmmmmmmmm... apple. You know apples are an excellent source of... apple juice. Which is really good! You should try it if you haven't. Or are you the 'milk... in a dirty glass' type. If so, I know the perfect place for dirty glasses."
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Sept 17, 2005 8:47:00 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 8:47:00 GMT -5
From under the cap, two brown eyes give him a bit of a glare.
"I can share them some more if you want."
The voice is high-pitched, but remarkably more adult than might be expected. But the words are not acted upon. The kid sits down properly, leaning one the tiles with one hand, and takes a big bite out of one of the other apples. Crunch crunch crunch.
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Sept 17, 2005 9:43:43 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 9:43:43 GMT -5
He either ignores the glare, doesn't see it, or takes it as a sign of friendship, because he just smiles and shakes his head.
"No thank you. One apple is more than enough! Good apples, too, must be nice and fresh, or as fresh as they can be here. So, miss, what's your name?"
Puck sits down and goes about removing the nightgown. He looks at it for a moment and then grins, pulling out a knife and cutting smilie faces into it.
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Sept 17, 2005 9:50:56 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 9:50:56 GMT -5
The girl removes her cap, making it somewhat easier to see that she is, in fact, a girl. She has very short, bright red hair, cut very much like a boy. There is some applejuice trickling down her chin, and she speaks with her mouth full.
"Fey. Yes, like the fairies, and no, I don't have cutesy butterflywings. Yours?"
Her glare has gone down a bit. She is rapidly consuming the apple.
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Sept 17, 2005 10:02:51 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 10:02:51 GMT -5
"That's a nice name. No butterfly wings? That must be disappointing. I'd love to have butterfly wings. They would be so great. Can you picture me with butterfly wings?"
He makes a few more cuts here and there, then spreads the nightgown out. It looks like butterfly wings with smilie faces in it.
"I'm Puck! I have pointy ears and other interesting features, but not butterfly wings. Yet."
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Sept 17, 2005 11:19:07 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 11:19:07 GMT -5
She has already finished her apple, and throws the core carelessly over her shoulder into the misty street below. She picks up another one and takes a big bite, which she nearly chokes in at the sight of the mutilated nightgown.
"... cute. What, ya an Elfie?"
Crunchmunchcrunch.
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Sept 17, 2005 20:23:49 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 20:23:49 GMT -5
"Elfy? Oh no, not at all. I'm no Elfy."
Puck looks at the "wings" for awhile, thinking. He starts looking around for cord or other things to manipulate. It would be much easier to keep the shape of these wings with something to support their structure.
"I'm something a little more exotic than an Elf. Sharp ears does not an Elf make. In fact, there are plenty of things with sharp ears. I could have been a centuar in disguise. Alas, I do not have hooves to hide either. So, not a centuar."
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Sept 17, 2005 20:31:39 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 20:31:39 GMT -5
There are enough cords- the ones that the laundry hangs on. But they are rather thin, weather-worn, and limp. Fey munches on her apple, watching him with a desinterested sort of half-curosity.
"Shucks."
She spits a pip out to the side.
"Let me guess. You're a were-bunny."
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Sept 17, 2005 20:47:56 GMT -5
Post by Puck on Sept 17, 2005 20:47:56 GMT -5
"Hm... going to need something stronger tha- hm, Werebunny? Oh no. Werebunny's are known for their jumping skills when they are in bunny form. Ever see an intimidating bunny-man? Neither has anyone else. They hop in shame."
He pulls down the cords anyways and starts fiddling with them, trying to figure out a way to make them work. He thinks for a moment and then, with a truimphant grin, he starts doubling the cord, tying it over itself to bind it together and make it thicker. He does this while talking, testing it time and again to make sure it is ok.
"No no, I'm no bunny, were or otherwise. Hm, ever think about that name? It always makes me think of the word 'Where', which makes me think 'Where Wolf?' which is kind of odd, because I don't think too many people who see a werewolf want to scream 'WhereWolf!', instead preferring to say things like 'Wolf Here, Help!' or 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ARrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh...' or perhaps '*gurgle gurgle* croak.'
On that note... 'Where bunny'?"
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Sept 17, 2005 20:54:46 GMT -5
Post by Catriona on Sept 17, 2005 20:54:46 GMT -5
The cords come off relatively easily. They are only tied to rusty rings and nails in the walls of the other buildings, after all, and the cords themselves are very worn. By tying many of them together, though, Puck manages to make them a bit stronger. The laundry drops to the tiles of the roof.
Fey closes one eye and watches Puck from over her apple with an amused sort of suspicion, if there is such a thing.
"So what are you?"
She lowers the apple core, looks at it, and tosses it over her shoulder after the first one. She wipes her mouth with her sleeve, and starts picking out pieces of apple from between her teeth with her nails.
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