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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 4, 2008 19:24:15 GMT -5
..shuts up. No one ever shuts up in this place.
Clunk. The back of his head hit the wall he was slumped back against, and he cursed.
Thunk. "Shit." Thunk. "Shiit." Thunk. "Damn it!"
Edmund had lost count of how many things in this city made it hard to sleep. A sleeping disorder wasn't enough, oh no. These people..All of these people..Wanted him to suffer. He was tired, and some stupid brawl very nearby to his house had eventually driven him out of it, to the hotel he now stood in front of, in a desperate attempt to get even a little bit of rest. But of course, now he couldn't. Lifting a hand, he dragged it hard down his face, rubbing at his eyes, then prodding gingerly at the bags forming beneath them.
He was all different kinds of miserable. His clothes were a horrible, wrinkled mess, a couple in the hotel room next to his was being very..Noisy, and in the morning, he probably wouldn't have gotten any more rest than he had at that moment. Not to mention, if this kept up, he was sure to get sick again. He cursed again and closed his eyes, muttering a bitter little, "Insomnia is a bitch.." into the hands he pressed over his face.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 4, 2008 20:55:41 GMT -5
Blaine had fallen asleep on the rail of a fire escape in his miniature fairy shape. He had no place to stay the night since his last haunt had been moved into….Okay so it wasn’t his place but a empty apartment he broke into but still! He rolled over in the night air, not noticing as he fell off the rail and fell directly into a trash can not far from where the angel mix breed was standing. With a sudden shout the little fae sat up within the trash.
“ Oh god… what the hell just happened.” He blinked innocently as green and gold eyes looked about in his half dazed state.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 5, 2008 0:11:58 GMT -5
The dark-haired man's shoulders jerked as though he'd been shocked, and then he slowly, slowly lowered his hands from his face. Rolling his eyes over to peer at the source of the disturbance, he regarded the dimunitive figure for a second in silence, then took in a great, steadying breath, like a diver preparing himself for icy water.
"..I'd guess you fell," he answered dryly, looking more or less peeved as he finally let his hands drop from his face entirely. His gaze travelled briefly upwards, in truth checking for more, or maybe for a hungry crow that was trying to take the little being down. Faeries, of all things. Now there were faeries. If this guy got it into his head to irritate him, he was going to shove him further down into the trash and find something to block the top of it off with..Edmund had not had many good experiences with fae.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 5, 2008 5:34:16 GMT -5
Blaine looked up as he heard a voice, looking up at what seemed to be at first a human. His eyes suddenly grew wide as he tried to hide under a potato chip bag. The fairy knowing he wasn’t supposed to be seen like this and his element of surprise gone. A human had seen him and it wouldn’t be long till a witch came by and snatched his little fae ass up.
“ This… is all a dream…. “ He sang in a sing song voice from beneath the bag. Hoping the guy was stupid and would believe this little statement of his.
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Post by Aerynn on Aug 5, 2008 7:28:09 GMT -5
A few yards down the alley, hidden in the shadow of another dumpster a large iron grille rose almost silently into the air. Four clawed hands rose underneath it and carefully set it down on the tarmac with a barely audible thud. Another two hands gripped the lip of the storm drain entrance and a head rose slowly out of the hole, multiple eyes glancing in all different directions. Feng pulled himself carefully up from the dark hole and just as carefully as he had removed it he replaced the iron covering. Crouched as low as he possibly could he was just about hidden by the side of the dumpster and the pile of bags spilling out of it's top. He lifted one of his bracers and touched various seemingly random points on it in quick succession and the illusion of his human form sprang into being. Standing from behind the dumpster he saw the man apparently staring into a bin near the entrance to the alley, assuming he was another of the mentally unstable denizens of the city he prepared to walk past and to the entrance to the hotel without drawing the man's attention.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 5, 2008 11:30:28 GMT -5
Edmund's face abrubtly fell into a deeper frown, and he stared down at the bin with a sort of aggitated disbelief. What the hell was he saying? A fae wasn't enough, apparently. It was an insane fae to boot. Of all the places the crazy little guy could show up, of all the trash cans in the city he could've fallen into.. He was quite prepared to turn and retreat back into the hotel, before he could decide heckling someone was a better pasttime than dumspter-diving. At least, until it finally got through to him that he might have been mistaken for a human. He stopped, and blinked, giving a hearty roll of his eyes. That was the best coverup he could come up with? Even if Edmund hadn't, in fact, known he was one of the irritating little creatures, that would not have thrown him off in the slightest. ..Unless he was an idiot.
He was quite prepared to tell him so, in fact, fishing around in his vocabulary for the exact words that would express that idea, with an ample amount of scorn, in the least time possible. Because after he got it out of his system, he was out of there. But that was when he noticed another body nearby. For a moment, he conisdered just ignoring him and berating the fae for his stupidity all the same, then going along on his merry way. So what if this guy thought he was crazy? But then again, the faerie in question was hiding under a potato chip back and trying to convince him he was dreaming. He might not have the sense to not be quite so obvious for a second or two. Impossible to deal with, he thought. Fae..
So instead, he leaned back against the wall, glancing coolly toward the apparently human shape of Feng as he passed. The fine hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and he lifted a hand to rub at them. Whatever the hell had been going on by his house was still bugging him, dammit. Or rather, he assumed that was still what was setting him off.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 5, 2008 15:59:07 GMT -5
Blaine stopped speaking as he felt another power near by. Oh god this was not his night. He thought to himself in his still half asleep state… what in the world he should do. He wasn’t playing with a human anymore he thought as he sensed another besides the mortal near his can. Should he run? Or should he remain silent. He debated this for about five seconds before deciding to make a bolt for it. Flying out of the trash can he sailed in a explosion of dust and trash….
Head first into the wall. With a loud crack he bounced back off the brick and fell once more onto the pavement. He was knocked out cold for the moment…. Cause you know, running head first into a wall … does that to a fae.
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Post by Aerynn on Aug 5, 2008 16:46:24 GMT -5
Feng, always alert for an attack spun at the sudden burst of noise behind him the illusion of human form dropping away in an instant as he opened his jaws ready to fill the alley with burning acid. In the same split second his multiple eyes registered the man still turned away from him and the small shape slumped at the base of the wall. Moving with uncanny speed and precision for somebody so large he darted back into the alley and scooped up the tiny fae, pinning it to his palm with a clawed thumb. Looking down at the thing in his hand the battle rage seemed to leak out of him and he spoke in a rapid angry growl.
"What in all hell's name is this? This city is messed up beyond sodding belief."
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 5, 2008 17:26:48 GMT -5
A bolt of 'there-is-a-not-normal-something' arced though his mind an instant before he spotted the 'something'. Quite before he realized it, the angel-hybrid had pushed himself off of the wall and was fully turned toward the now-hulking form, knees bent in preperation to get moving, if he had to. As soon as he caught his wary posture, he straightened up again, and wiped the majority of a startled-half-senseless expression off his features in favor of a much more dignified frown. Was it a pre-scheduled nght, for obvious non-humans to run around like they didn't have any sense? This didn't look like the sort of creature he would be wanting to tell that to, though.. He definitely hoped he fit the pattern of 'gentle giant'. Especially as he realized that he'd picked up the smallish idiot, and caught his tone.
"..That is a fae," he observed, his own tone flat as the corners of his mouth tugged more severely downwards. A fae that, he thought, looked particularly breakable right about now. "That might have a concussion, or have otherwise injured himself." So why don't you just hand him to me, because you don't sound particularly good-willed. Neither did Edmund himself, of course. But he knew for sure that there wasn't any violent intend in his own mind.
))EDIT: Guh. Typos..((
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 5, 2008 20:37:29 GMT -5
Blaine moaned a bit as he slowly opened his eyes. Orbs of green flecked with gold suddenly looked over a rather large object pressed painfully to his doll sized chest. His head hurt like a bitch… and now he was being held down. Eyes suddenly snapped wide as he realized he was in a very bad… bad situation.
“Ehehe…. Hi… sir… mam… person…Please…. Please let me go? I don’t mean any harm. I … I just…I’ll give you a wish? How about a … a wish everyone likes a wish. I’ll grant a wish if you let me go?” He tried to bargain in defense. His first instinct to weasel himself out of this position was to try to barter the Urban fae though would never grant a sincere wish, for they were known to be the most devious of tricksters in the fair world, as well as the most slutty and foul of mouth. Though this thing didn’t need to know that. He then looked to the other person nearby. Did he just speak what he was? Did this mean this human knew of the darkness or was he part of it? Blaine had a horrible time getting a direct read on the guy so slowly turned back to the more hideous of the threat between the two. Great. First witches chasing him out of the moonstone and now this. He wasn’t having a really great night, especially after finding out he couldn’t squat in that apartment anymore.
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Post by Aerynn on Aug 6, 2008 11:57:10 GMT -5
"I know its a damned fae. The question was bloody rhetorical." Feng muttered as he glanced down at the man. "And he ain't really hurt, annoying little buggers have heads tough as rocks. All that bone filling in space where a brain should be."
It was at that point that the fae trapped on his palm regained conciousness and started babbling about wishes and freedom. He listened for a few seconds to the pathetic pleas before glaring down at tiny being and replying. "A wish? I only got one wish at this point and it goes something like this. I wish for you to tell me your name and to never make any sudden movements around me again on pain of me removing your guts and using them as floss. Simple enough to understand?" He squeezed the fae's abdomen slightly more for emphasis before removing his thumb and letting it stand.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 6, 2008 13:40:46 GMT -5
Blaine coughed as the man placed a hard finger upon his gut. He winced a bit from his frail form against the enormous demon’s own.
“ Gottcha.” He grunted as the man let him go. He slowly sat up. Coughing and hacking for a moment before clearing his throat.
“ Bl… Blaine.” He gagged before finally being able to regain his breath. He frowned a bit though at the rude comment. He had brains!! He had outwitted more then his own share of beasts about this town. Though maybe that wasn’t the best thing to admit to.
“And I can’t help it. I need to make quick movements to keep in flight at times. I’m a fairy with insect wings. So your going to have to live with it.” He spoke a bit smart assed at the moment. Though he was Urban and that was his nature. Though this didn’t mean he didn’t realize what he said after it flitted out of his mouth. He cupped his hands over his mouth. Looking about for a escape route if need be. He would get out of there in a flash if this guy tried to swat him flat.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 6, 2008 16:12:38 GMT -5
Idiot. Idiot, idiot.. Right about then, Edmund was really wishing he could have ahold of the little bugger. Maybe, if he shook him around long enough, something in his head might snap into place. But then, it really might be bone all the way through. It wouldn't particularly surprise him. At least this guy wasn't..Trying to eat him, or anything of the sort. No matter how stupid the fae was. He always hated being around particularly strange creatures.. He never had any idea what they were going to do. ..Which meant, he still couldn't really leave with a good conscience. What he thought he was going to do if the fae got into trouble, he wasn't entirely sure. But..He'd..Do something. Probably end up getting hurt.
So, he sighed a very long, very exasperated sigh, and situated himself wearily back against the wall, letting his head thunk back against the hard surface once more as he watched the goings-on out of the corner of one eye. Not getting sleep just wasn't enough..But as soon as the fae was out of the current situation, Edmund decided he was going to beat him. That, at least, was something to look forward to.
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Post by Aerynn on Aug 7, 2008 4:51:43 GMT -5
Feng stood stock still as Blaine replied, muscles in his face tensing at the rudeness in the last comment. He very slowly and carefully raised his hand to be level with his head, so the fae was looking straight into his eyes. And opened his mouth as if to speak. Instead he spat a gob of his saliva onto is own palm right at the tiny beings feet. Just as water would it splashed up, covering Blaine in hundreds of little flecks of spit. While not as corrosive as his breath could be, Feng's spittle would be enough to cover any creature in a lot of extremely painful blisters. He then flicked his hand upward into the air catapulting the fae skyward just as the acid would begin to take effect.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 7, 2008 5:29:02 GMT -5
Blaine cursed as he was suddenly spit at. Flecks of the foul stuff hitting his skin he winced in pain as he was suddenly tossed to the side like trash. Between the pain and sudden movement he had no time to react as he hit the concrete. Wincing a bit as his wings started to twitch uselessly from the pain of exposed blistering skin.
“ Dammit.” He cursed through clenched teeth. Knowing this was very bad. The skin about his wing joints were blistered for the time being to the point of being painfully useless to move his fragile wings to fly. He now was made totally vulnerable as he laid there upon the pavement. The only thing that could hit his youthful mind was…. That he was going to die.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 7, 2008 13:30:16 GMT -5
His shoes scuffed against the ground as he pushed himself off from the wall, and in a second Edmund was crouched down behind the wounded little form, reaching forward to cup his hands in front of Blaine, a sad excuse for a barrier between the fae and his assailant. Though really, after that display, he was more than a little bit sure that it wouldn't matter quite what protection he tried to put up if this guy decided to come after him. Rather, he was thinking that if it came to that, he was going to scoop Blaine up and run. Fast. Hopefully quickly enough that he couldn't get crisped in the process. Things like this just weren't supposed to happen when he should've been sleeping, and, more importantly, when he wasn't armed in the slightest.. Somewhere, he thought, there are some witches that need to be doing their jobs. I am not a cop.
Twin pools of green ice fixed themselves now even further upwards towards Feng, and he scowled, trying to ignore how severely he had to lift his head to see his face. "Excessive, don't you think?" he asked, just a hint of an edge to his low voice. But for all his mentally berating the witches and unaffected behavior, the hands poised to lift Blaine twitched minutely in front of him, fingers shifting very subtly with unease, and he shifted his weight fully onto the balls of his feet. Don't pull any more crap, he hissed, though quite silently and quite in his mind, Don't do anything. Just back off.
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Post by Aerynn on Aug 7, 2008 16:49:15 GMT -5
Feng made no move toward the fallen fae and when the man moved to protect it with his hands he simply stepped away and tapped his bracer again with a clawed finger. The illusion of a large dark skinned human blinked back into existence, hiding his true form below its illusory flesh.
"I find that excessive force gets the fucking point across. The point being that if you mess with me you will end your life as messily as I can possibly manage." He stepped closer again to look down at the fae hidden by the man's hands and made sure he had his attention before speaking again. "Blaine, this little tête-a-tête has an important moral for you. Do not get smart with someone you don't know. They might not be as fucking forgiving as I am."
With that Feng considered the situation ended. He spun on his heel and strolled back out of the alley, round the corner and into the entrance way of the hotel.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 7, 2008 17:17:16 GMT -5
Blaine looked up at the creature with a bit of hate in his eyes. Again treated like a insect. He couldn’t help his nature, though it wasn’t evil enough for his Urban lineage and it wasn’t good enough for normal society he was stuck in a moral limbo. Caste out by his father from his princely role and caste out by society time and time again for his smart assed words and actions. He winced again as he bit his lip. The blisters hurting his body a bit. Blaine froze as he was lifted up by the hands of the human or at least what he thought was a human. He had noted that the man had tried to shield him from any more attacks with his slender hand…. Which confused Blaine a bit since not many would protect something like a fairy. The most of them accept for a few nature based ones were often seen as vicious pests.
The male fae curled up a bit more, shaking a little between pain and waiting for the human to either smash him or cage him. Since despite the moment of kindness this was many people’s nature with the unknown. He could only wait and see what this guy did to him…. Since well he was left for the moment vulnerable… accept for a few spells he could try to cast amidst the pain though of course, the discomfort would affect his concentration.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 7, 2008 17:47:08 GMT -5
"..Bastard," Edmund muttered, as soon as he guessed it safe enough to do so without the creature hearing, hiding his relief in the curse. Turning his gaze down to the fae, he eyed him for a moment. He supposed he could take him back up to his hotel room if he was really messed up. But that would involve both carrying him, running the risk of any of the corrosive garbage that guy had sprayed him with eating away at his hands, and going back into the same building that the guy in question had just entered. As he was willing to do neither, he crouched there for a moment longer, then sighed a great, exhausted sigh and pushed himself to his feet, grunting a little at the protest his weary body put up. One more glance at the tiny form on the ground, and a few strides took him back over to the wall.
Fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket, he dabbed it into water still held in a crevice between cracked bricks from the earlier rain. Not the cleanest, he supposed, but it would do. A moment of thought had him wiping up what was left with the fingertips of his free hand, and a second later he was crouched back over Blaine, peering down at him with an unreadable little frown. One second, two..And he flicked the water off his fingertips hard, directly into the fae's face, features contorting instantly into a scowl. If he weren't so torn up, he would've smacked him..But as it was, that would have to do.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 7, 2008 19:05:45 GMT -5
Blaine closed his eyes tight as the water hit him and upon instinct like a bird in a bath he started to shake a bit. Trying to get some of the stuff off of him.
“ Thanks…” He spoke with a frown. The punkish looking fae sitting up with his own painful sigh from the blisters upon his skin. Great…. It looked like he had the worlds worse case of poison ivy, his cloths were wet…. And he hurt all over from the rash. He looked straight up to the fire escape where a small fae sized duffle was sitting upon the edge from where he had stopped to rest… even better. All his shit was up there… and he couldn’t fly with these blisters about his wings.
“….I’m so screwed…” The green eyed blonde sighed once more as his shoulders slunked down at this. His night was just getting worse and worse…
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 7, 2008 19:29:14 GMT -5
"Oh, shut up," Edmund muttered, with an irritable snort. "You'd do better to be thanking me than complaining." He idly wiped the remainder of the water on his fingertips off on his pants leg, sea green gaze passing over the fae, taking in his condition more carefully now that he didn't have a giant, acid-spitting creature looming over him and taking up his attention. "That thing could've bitten my head off," he continued, wrinkling his nose. "Actually, you should probably thank me for not doing you in myself. That was all entirely your fault..You do know that?"
But rather than allow time for a reply, he arched one dark brow and held up the damp hanky, demanding, "Is that shit still burning?"
))Fail post overhaul'd((
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 7, 2008 19:49:41 GMT -5
Blaine frowned at the man’s berating about his stupid mistake.
“ Hey, I can’t control my nature. I’m a urban, that was very well behaved for me… by human standards.” He told the guy since by fae standards… he had been acting weak. He should have been buzzing about teaching them both a lesson with his devious magic but Blaine was actually a nice guy… once you got beyond his failed attempts to act bad like his race. He stuck out his tongue in response as the man then suddenly held out the hankie… Blaine looked down to his feet as for just a moment, looked ashamed of himself.
“ Yeah…. a lot. Like I was sleeping in poison ivy….” He admitted as he looked to the damp hanky. Blaine wasn’t sure if he would allow him to use it as he turned and tried to place his hands on the trash can to climb up to no avail. He slid down painfully with a bitter sigh.
“ Stupid thing. Um could you……never mind.” He started then stopped awkwardly. Blaine was going to ask for a lift up. Trying to get to his bag upon the fire escape though that was a long way up when a little thing like him couldn’t fly. Nor was he about to show the man his secret of change into a human either as he stood there simply. Looking off in silent thought… This was a bad thing for a fae to be grounded like this… especially with a world so big all around you.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 7, 2008 19:59:39 GMT -5
The angel-hybrid watched him for a moment, looking quite unmoved by both his excuse and attempt to do..Whatever he was trying to do. He blinked, blinked..Rolled his eyes again. "You fae are all ridiculous.." he muttered. None of them ever made any sense, as far as he was concerned. But all the same, he leaned forward, now on his knees on the ground rather than crouching, giving him a little bit steadier position.
"Hold still," he commanded, leaning forward and, with one fingertip, patting the hanky lightly against the fae's blistered skin. For all his complaining and the scowl still on his face, he certainly seemed like he was being careful about it, going to a great length of effort to be careful. " 'Um could I' what?" he asked, cold tone contrasting sharply with the extreme gentleness behind the hand holding the handkerchief.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Aug 7, 2008 20:15:36 GMT -5
Blaine sputtered and threw his hands about as the man washed him… in a rather crude way with the rain soaked hanky. After a few moments of this the fae spoke through the cloth as he wiped his mouth.
“ My bag…. It’s up there on the ledge I was sleeping on….. It has all my stuff in it….can… you toss it down here?” He asked shyly. Not used to asking for help for no one often gave it to him.
“and who are you to call someone ridiculous? Just cause I fell into the trash can? I can’t help what I have to do to survive. That narrow ledge is the only thing in the area too small for rats to crawl upon easily and awkward for birds to get to. It’s a bird eat fae world out here and when your in my predicament you learn to survive the only way you know how.” He told him. Leaving out the demon incident when he smart mouthed him of course.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Aug 7, 2008 20:29:38 GMT -5
"Which is precisely why you tried to convince me I was dreaming, while hiding under a chip bag," he shot back coolly, though now it was his turn to leave out that he did know why he had done it. He dabbed at him once more with the hanky, then pulled it away. "And why you flew headfirst into a solid wall.." A thoughtful look passed over his face, and he prodded the fae just once more with the handkercheif, this time directly in his face, as he finished, decidedly more irritably, "And mouthed off to something God-knows how many times your size, whilst standing in his palm, and ended up in the situation you're in now." He eyed the hanky, shook his head, and tossed it careleslly off to the side. If it had acid on it, he wanted nothing to do with it. "And, of course, why you now owe me a handkerchief." He lifted a brow again, daring him to protest, then glanced upwards.
He eyed Blaine's bag for a little bit, very much considering just telling him 'no'. But then, he could just see the little idiot climbing to get it..So, instead, he stood up and batted the bag down with one fingertip. It tipped off the edge and landed perilously close to the fae, not a centimeter to his left, and a hint of amusement flickered in Edmund's eyes.
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