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Topic Started: Jul 27 2006, 01:16 AM (971 Views)
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Armon grinned as the man's face gave way to the disgust right on key. The darker girl's desire for a GPS caught Armon's attention.

"Gastro-intestinal Putrification of the sphinter?" Armon shot her a sexy pout, "Baby if you want it, you got it," Watching the girl eye the man's belongings was almost a turn on. The bickering between the girls- just as hot. Occasionally eyeing the two young beauties, well, about every three seconds his eyes would avert to their breasts and back to the man that finally finished rummaging through his pile. His new nickname was almost better than the one Armon had come up with. Being sprayed point blank with the air freshener wasn't very fun. Coughing and choking, Armon cleared the air by batting his hand in front of his face.

"Careful with that stuff, Willie, it smells bad."

The girls reaction to his map was better than he could ask for. The less they thought of him, the more of a chance Armon had with the two. Still, the cow looked pretty damn tasty. Willie's lack of respect for the cow's ass was more than Armon could take.

"Hey man, that's the best part!" He shook his fist in the air and and scowled at the man. The mentioning of Endymion and Ombra Di Notta instantly changed his attitude. Puffing out his chest, Armon ran a hand over his head.

"I've got some peeps up in there," He nodded proudly and put his hands on his hips, letting a foot stick out to balance his weight. Keeping mind of the girl's names, Armon raised his eye brows and smirked.

"Chaos and Mayhem?" Armon wagged his finger at the both of them, once at each, overdramatically, "You two are just too good to be true!"
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Chaos and Mayhem? Indeed, Flynn had to agree that those were strange names. Or rather, it seemed, nicknames. He could certainly understand "Mayhem" deriving from May, but how in the world did one get "Chaos" from an odd name like Alexeika? He had to hide a grin. Her real name sounded like some sort of exotic dancer! Too bad she was wound WAY too tightly to be anything of the sort. As for May...well...she had the looks, but Flynn was beginning to think that she was just as ditzy as any other blonde bombshell. In fact, the more time he spent around the two of them, the less he cared for their mannerisms and their bickerings. He had seen Alex---"Chaos"---making the unmistakable gesture for "crackpot" out of the corner of his eye. May's insinuation that he was doped up on something was no more pleasant. They were making fun of him! And honestly..."Teddy"? "Theodore" was only a syllable longer. Flynn heaves a mental sigh. Well, he couldn't rightly tell them his real name, now could he?

The little red thing was talking again. Trying to act debonair in what seemed to be a vain attempt to woo the ladies. It did give Flynn a small bit of satisfaction to know that the vile little bugger didn't like the aroma of Potpourri. Aroma...hey! That gave him an idea. A very dastardly one, but this gimmick was almost guaranteed to make the three of them want to leave him alone! Either that or...chase him down and beat him. But by then he should be long gone anyway. Hehehe! Oh, this was going to be good!

Flynn clears his throat, "Ahem...yes, you two seem to be...erm...quite the pair. I apologize for not being able to assist you any further with your sightseeing, but I'm afraid you're simply on the wrong continent. It's been a pleasure meeting all of you..." Here, he pauses, then gives Armon a rather disdainful look, "...Except for you, of course...but I really must be on my way. It may not seem like it, but even we traveling peddlers have a schedule to keep!"

With that, Flynn wanders back over to his three-wheeled peddler mobile, swinging a leg up and over it and pushing off on the pedals. The rear tire kicks up a bit of gravel and dirt that was aimed purposefully in the direction of Armon. The cart finally gains traction on the dirt road and Flynn takes off. Not fifteen feet from his starting point, however, he squeezes the handbrakes again, coming to an abrupt halt. A small cloud of dirt whirled about in the slight breeze. Flynn glances over his shoulder at the trio and smacks himself lightly on the forehead.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry. My manners seem to be quite lacking today..." His voice trails off and he seems to be mumbling to himself a bit as he opens his travel sack once more and digs around inside of it, looking for something specific. He pulls up various things, giving the others a glimpse of his assorted wares. A pair of rusted pliers. "No..." A beanie cap with a motorized propellor on the top. "No..." A small styrofoam-type container with the words "Live Bait" scrawled on the side...empty. "Hmm...weird...GAH!" A handful of live bait. Flynn chucks it into the nearest wheat field, then continues his search. "Ah-HAH! Here we are! I knew I still had a few bottles of this in stock!"

Flynn grins sheepishly, then hops off of his cart and walks back over to where May and Alex were standing. He still had on his umbrella hat and his smile made him look like a real tool. No wonder they thought he was nuts. Oh well. Another charming aspect of his personality that was sure to make them want to head the other way down the road! Standing in front of the girls, he pulls his hands from behind his back. In his palms rested two small, identical glass bottles. There was a strange, foreign text on the front of each of them, along with a picture of a dark purple flower. The caps were metallic. Flynn removes one, demonstrating. There was a tiny spray pump underneath.

"Consider this a parting gift, ladies. This is a rare perfume made from orchids that are found far to the south right here in Luestrife! In fact, you probably won't be able to find this particular scent in any other general market or specialty store around here, no siree! I would say the going rate for an ounce of this stuff is, oh...around thirty leaves or so...But I give it to the two of you free of charge! Please accept this humble gift from a humble peddler." With that, he reaches out and places a bottle of the perfume in each of their hands, then makes his way back to his vehicle. As he climbs on and pushes off once more, he glances over his shoulder and gives a casual wave.

"Ta-ta for now! Again, I apologize for my lack of information. Apparently I need to travel even more! Good luck in your search for interesting sights! Farewell, you nasty red fartbucket! Perhaps our paths will cross again someday!" The three of them grow smaller in the distance as he peddles away. Once he's sure he was out of earshot, he mumbles to himself, "...Or perhaps I'll take the detour to avoid that path. Oy...women."

Ah, there was the bend up ahead. He could clearly see the trees of the forest now. Good! This heat was killing him. And his stomach was beginning to protest his lack of breakfast that morning. Flynn grins, thinking of what would happen if the girls actually used the perfume. He hoped they would. In actuality, he had only fibbed about one detail of the perfume. That would be the price. No one in their right mind would buy a perfume made from swamp orchids! Why was this? Well, simply put, the flowers smelled absolutely wonderful. Blissful and intoxicating, in fact! But due to the natural chemical components in the flower itself, it deteriorated rapidly once plucked and brought out of its natural swamp environment. The perfume was the same. Bottled up, it retained its elegant aroma. However, once it was sprayed out, the scent would change from delightful to dreadful in about fifteen minutes. It started out light and sweet, then became sickly sweet before finally taking on the scent of a dumpster behind a floral shop. Needless to say, Flynn had gotten quite a bargain on it. It was a shame he wouldn't be around to see the action when the "manure hit the fan", so to speak. But, he reminds himself, it was probably better that his face remain intact.

(( OOC: And if you really let Flynn get away that easily...well...try harder! Haha! By the way, do you guys ever look at these ads by Google? Hillarious stuff, looking at the posts and then at the ads! Organically Raised Beef? lmao! ))
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"I think I'll pass," Mayhem said, a disgusted look on her face.

"Yo tambien," Chaos chimed up, subconsciously using one of the many Spanish phrases she had up her sleeve from back on Earth.

"I dunno about that, err... little red thing. The potpourri smells quite nice. Much better than your idea of GPS at least!"

"Yeah!" Raising her right hand, Chaos held it up and grinned as Mayhem raised her own. The pair slapped hands triumphantly and quickly turned back to Theodore. Chaos frowned. For a salesman, he really wasn't that charismatic. Or at least, he didn't seem to be in the mood to be that way right now. Sure, he was polite, but the fact that he wasn't even trying to sell them anything made Chaos a bit suspicious.

"Well, alright then. Thanks for your help Wilkins. Was nice meeting you. Good luck!" Mayhem waved as Theodore got back onto his pedaler/peddler and rode off and quickly turned to Chaos a questioining look in her eyes.

"So, you say you've got friends there? Can you at least point us in the right direction?" Chaos asked the imp. There wasn't much choice anyways, and if he had friends there, he obviously knew where the place was..... right?

The girls' attention was quickly brought back to the form of Theodore as he returns to their side. "Ohh... It's...."

"PERFUME!!! Oh, yay! And here I was thinking NO ONE in this world understood the necessity of smelling good! Oh my gosh, thank you!"

Chaos rolled her eyes, bringing her free hand up to smack herself in the forehead as her friend quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sniff of the perfume.

"Ooooh... It smells so good! Chaos, you should totally try it!"

"I'll pass, thanks. You know that's more your forte." She sent a smile at her friend and chuckled quietly. Mayhem spritzed some of the sweet smelling stuff oh her wrists and neck, inhaling deeply. A loud sigh left her lips then and Chaos shook her head. "You'll never change, will you, May? Come on. Let's keep going. I think tonight we should try to find a place to sleep inside."

"Good point." Mayhem looked down to the little red imp and furrowed her brows. "You can tag along, too, but I'm afraid you're going to have to get your own room... that is, if you even NEED a room. Can't say I've ever met one of your kind, so I don't know where you sleep..."

"You have a name by the way? Can't be traveling with someone whose name I don't know. Makes me suspicious, and you don't want to be around me when I'm suspicious of you..." Chaos added, grinning mischieviously.

Mayhem rolled her eyes some, grabbing her friend's wrist and dragging her forward. "Come on now. No idle threats... We all know you couldn't harm a fly."

"I'm sorry, but who was it that had the most knockouts in the sparring matches back at Rumsfeld? It sure as hell wasn't you!"

"That's only because you used your magic, you little cheat."

"I did no such thing!" Chaos gasped, looking quite offended indeed!

"Bullshit."

Finally, a few moments later, a light snicker made its way up Chaos' throat and out her mouth. "Okay, okay... So I used a little magic to change the tide in a few of the matches. But only the ones with the big guys... You think I could have beaten Raigun without a little added help?" she smirked.

They'd made it to the bend by now, thankfully. Up ahead was the woods. Finally! Some real shade!

"Woohoo! I bet there's a stream! Come on, May!" Chaos laughed, hopping to the balls of her feet and running forward. It had been a few days since they'd actually been in some decent shade, so it was no wonder she was so happy about it. Of course, exposure to all the heat could have been a good reason, as well....

"I just put this stuff on and now you expect me to go frolicking in a river and make it go away? Are you THAT dense?!"

"Oh, please! You can have mine if it's really that important to you. God knows I'll never use it."

"God knows you COULD use it once in awhile..." Mayhem mumbled, pocketing her bottle of perfume before running forward to catch up with her friend. "You coming?" she called back to the imp, chuckling.
Wash: I think they really captured his essence.
Kaylee: He looks kinda mean.
Wash: That's sorta what I meant.
Simon: This must be what going mad feels like.
Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...
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OOC: Alright...You guys were just ASKIN for this one!. LOL. ANyways, ENjoy...this should get the 'feathers flying' so to speak. :P



He had been plodding along, his tender skin exposed and burning from the sun. He didn't notice though, as one usually dosen't when they are getting a sunburn. His head bobbed in rythem with his feet, his spurrs digging into the soft sand of the road. It had been a few hours that he had been walking. He had slept late after being chased by a raccoon. It had been so Nice at first! But soon he realized the true intentions of the cunning little creature. The only thing that had saved him was his screeching, which woke a farmer, who stepped out the door yelling, bashing two metal pans together. It had been a safe getaway, and he had embellished on it a little over the past few hours he had been walking, to where it was somehow his doing, that the raccoon ran away. It didn't take long though and he had forgotten the details of the much more fake story. Seeing a small bug scurrying along, he stopped and bobbed his head eyeing it, a cluck coming every here and there from his deformed looking beak. he gave it a couple of pecks and got it, crunching it and then swallowing it down. He had no feathers, which didn't help with the ladies Much, who eyed him disgustedly and hurried into their hen houses and under the protection of some other cock. Psht... He thought to himself. Nun o' them can crow like I do! Stopping Midstride, he tilted his head in the air, his beak widening and the wretched half-choked sound reverbrated into the air, his waddle jiggling like an obece, running womans ass cheeks. If a chicken could grin though, he did. as he moved along, he thought about all the pretty young hens he had seen. He himself was a spring chicken but he had seen all kinds...even had a couple of kids with a Lovely young Frizzle named Archie. He was proud, but never got to see his kids. But chickens, he noticed, didn't seem to have much care for their young after a certian age. Funky counted this as a refined quality. Continueing on his unplanned path, he soon came to the edge of the forest. His eyes swept the landscape, one at a time, as he had to turn in each direction to see clearly through the one eye. His left seemed to be of better service. In the not so far distance, he spotted an odd cluster. It looked to be humans. They always had bread! This got him overly excited and he began to feel the burn he had acquired. Moving from the road and actualy into the forest, he sighed a little and looked back to the people ahead. The one seemed to be riding a large conraption that reminded him somewhat of a big shiney horse. Looking up into the short canopy that lined the roads edge he was a little disappointed, but he headed back out into the light once more. He picked up pace this time though, weaving like a sidewinder down the center of the road. He thought this alot of fun, and soon forgot why he was even doing it. He didn't realize until it was too late either, that the vehicle was coming at him. Vroom! The word buzzed through his mind, as his eyes watched the ground float past in a dizzying pattern. Lifting his head only moments before he would hit it, a screech sounded from his throat!

"CRRRAWWWWHH!"

And with his unfeathered wings, he flew! His body moving up and past the rider with a mere inch to spare past his head. His small body hit the dirt, a small cloud fluffing up around him. He had a couple of scratches on his nude body, but they were only scraped, not to the point of bleeding. Pushing himself akwardly to his feet, as it was not a normal occurance for a chicken to lay on it's back, he shook himself off, and looked to the contraption. His fury grew! And He growled, then opened his reddish beak.

"ASSHOLE! Watch Where Ya Goin'!" Came out ina tiny voice, that almost resembled a brooklyn accent. He eyed the man intently, flexing his spurs.
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(( OOC: Ohhhh dear. You've really lost it now, haven't ya, Gwen? As if horny red demons weren't enough...oy. That is one FUGLY picture on your profile. How in the world do you people find these things? Nevermind. I don't wanna know. I have half a notion to call in a family of fat black people. "Yo, Sugah-Mamma! We gots us a live one ovah hyah! Git out th' deep frier...we's gonna have us a COOKOUT!" Okay, I'm not trying to be racist. Still, I'm sure Aronia could use a few good KFC's. Finger-lickin' good! ))

Ages ago on a distant planet in some backwater solar system of a forgotten dimension, there lived a theorist/physician named Q'aarg Xyxyz. Q'aarg was a humble man---or actually an "it" because his species was asexual, a fact which he had always resented---who often liked to wander the countryside and watch the purple sunsets while pondering the unponderable questions of the universe. One day, as he was sitting beneath his favorite glauroop tree, he figured out an actual formula that proved a theory he'd always suspected was true. That theory was this: That just when you're sure that things can't get any worse in your life...they inexplicably and almost always do. So excited was Q'aarg that he hopped on his trusty mobit Grunger and worked her into a full gallop to be home all the faster. As luck (or unluck, rather) would have it, Grunger slipped on a tiny pebble, sprained her ankle, lost her balance, and tumbled off of a thousand foot ledge. Both Q'aarg and Grunger died on impact and the formula for this phenomenon was lost forever. The following day, war was declared on Q'aarg's country. The dimwitted invaders unleashed a biological weapon that not only wiped out everyone in Q'aarg's country, but also affected the invaders. While this was happening, a race of hostile aliens caught sight of Q'aarg's planet and proceeded to vaporize entire continents. This triggered a chain reaction that caused the entire planet to supernova, wiping out all life as the planet collapsed into a black hole. Consequently, the force of the black hole eventually sucked in all the other planets and the sun. Due to this, some unforseen factor caused a tremendous implosion that shook the foundations of space/time and utterly annihilated the entire dimension.

Of course...our intrepid and unsuspecting hero, Flynn Weatherby, knew nothing of this. All that was on his mind at the present was getting as far away from that horny demon and the two giggling bimbos. As he rides on his peddler-mobile, he glances casually over his shoulder. Curses! They were following him! But they were on foot while he was on a considerably faster contraption. As long as he kept putting the pedals to the...um...dirt, he would outdistance them enough that it wouldn't matter. Perhaps if he was lucky he could find a place to hide off the road in the forested area up ahead. And then he could eat his lunch. Goddess, he was hungry! He glances over his shoulder once more, pleased to see that the three figures were indeed falling further behind. A grin crosses his face as he turns back around----

"GAAAAAHHH!!!!"

What in the name of---?! Something gray-green and fugly had just flown up in front of his cart! He throws up his hands and his vehicle swerves a bit, threatening to topple once more. But this time Flynn is prepared and he catches the handlebars before anything consequential can happen. Stalled momentarily on the dirt highway, he glares at the sickly-looking thing that was clambering back to its skinny feet behind him. What the...? A chicken?! And now it was talking to him! Flynn's glare turns into a scowl as he hears the chicken's fowl language. (pun intended)

"See here, Drumsticks! First of all, chickens shouldn't be talking! Secondly, this is a highway, for crying out loud! There are no crosswalks, so YOU watch where you're going! Chickens shouldn't be trying to cross the road!" Flynn blinks, pausing at his last statement. That sounded like some lame joke he'd heard once, but he couldn't remember the punchline. Oh well. He reaches into his pack, rummaging around. Something in there was wet and sticky. Oh great. He pulls it out. It was an orange from one of his previous lunches. Probably about a week ago. He'd never eaten it and it was coated with a gracious amount of penicillin. This would do. "Here!" Flynn draws his arm back and chucks the orange at the chicken, "Something for you to peck on!"

At that, Flynn pumps the pedals on his cart furiously, kicking up yet another dust cloud before gaining traction and shooting further down the road. Within seconds, he had left the talking chicken in the dust (literally) and had entered the shade of the forest. Ahhh! To finally be out of the sun! It felt so good...Flynn wanted nothing more than to find a small grove off to the side of the highway where he could sit down and enjoy his lunch in peace. But it seemed that this was a luxury he would have to pass up at the moment. There was no way he'd get a moment's peace with all manner of lunacy right on his heels. No way...unless...A grin crosses Flynn Weatherby's face as he glances up at the tall maples on either side of the road.

Flynn works quickly and efficiently. One thing he had learned in his trade was how to hide in a moment's notice. This small forested area was as good as any other hiding spot. None of the four following him struck Flynn as much of a tracker, so he wouldn't have to worry about them finding many signs of his presence. The main liability was his peddler-mobile, of course. Hmm...Ah-hah! Flynn hops off of his vehicle, then pushes it off of the highway and hides it behind a small stand of shrubberies. On top of it, he quickly gathers up fallen sticks and leaves, further sheltering it from casual view. He steps back, admiring his work. Nope. No way they'd see it. It looked just like part of the bushes. Flynn then grabs a large branch that had fallen and walks out onto the highway, sweeping it back and forth and covering up the tire tracks and his own footprints. If they thought to look for such things, they would simply find that he had mysteriously vanished.

Flynn cocks his head. He heard voices carried on the warm breeze. They were coming closer! He had to move quickly before they rounded the bend and found him. He takes off his ridiculous umbrella hat. It was not earth-toned, so it could potentially give his location away. Tucking the hat under his arm, Flynn leaps up and catches the lowest branches of a sturdy-looking maple. It was a bit awkward to climb this way while holding his hat, but he shifts its position and is able to scramble up into the higher boughs of the tree in a timely manner. This particular maple arched out over the highway a bit. Flynn's current position, though precarious, afforded him a spectacular view of anyone who would be coming along the highway from either direction. All he had to do was wait for them to pass on by and he would be home free...
Blizzard Exec #1: I don't have a World of Warcraft account! Do you?
Blizzard Exec #2: No...*sigh* I have a life.
Randy Marsh: Give me the sword! I have a Warcraft account. I'm a newb, but I may be able to get it to Stan in time.
Blizzard Exec #1: A newb! We can't trust the Sword of A Thousand Truths to a newb!
Randy Marsh: It sounds to me like you have no choice!
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OOC: Lost it Eh? Lol How can you lose something you never had? Lol *grins* And we raise chickens here in the boonies. Lol There is this kind of chicken called a Frizzle, or a Frizzle Chochin. Well, when you cross two of the same species, you get a chicken with no feathers on it expect for a few on it's wings, head and ass. Lol It really is kinda sad...and the pic on there isn't what I originaly wanted...pity. But I looked up Naked Chicken on google and this is what it came up with. LOL. Yes...I know way too much about chickens... ANd the black family isn't bad. They could like fall in with their couch or something, Kinda like the simpsons...Lol But yeah, I'm tired and all that...
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Even though he couldn't assist the girls with a little GPS, Armon did enjoy watching the two jump around. Distracted by the two ladies, he didn't realize that Willie was taking his leave. It was the waving of the girls that got his attention. It was mighty nice of him to leave both girls for Armon. Then again, Willie Nelson never really had a chance. The man's abrupt return riled Armon again, also taking away his moment to tell the girls all about the people he knew in Endymion. They would meet them soon enough. .

"Make up yer mind, boy!" Armon wagged a finger at the man, but Willie didn't even seem to notice. Not that it mattered anywho. The perfume that was given to the girls did not smell very plesant and that was all they could ask for from the man. Why else give it away? He was a buisness man trying to make money. By the way he dressed too, Armon figured he was more into men. To each his own is how Armon felt about it. More women for Armon, the more men for Willie. Armon smiled when they said he could tag along. It was always more fun when they concented.

"I'm small, so we could alway share a bed?" He could only try, "The name's Armon, Armon the Imp." Armon spoke matter of factly, almost proud. Chaos' grin only revving his engines. Their squabbling continued for a moment, but Armon could only watch with a small smirk of satisfaction. Following the girls, he lagged behind just a bit to watch their behinds. Mayhem began to smell better and better as time passed. The perfume actually wasn't so bad after a while. That peddler didn't know what he was giving away.

"Almost," Armon replied as the woman asked if he was coming. Running on his little legs, Armon was almost to the girls when he heard a loud screechey voice. Definately familiar. Then the cussing sealed the deal.

"Funkin' chicken!" Armon called, remembering the voice. They had crossed paths almost a year ago, when the little chickling was first mating. Armon had shown him the ropes of laying the ladies. Now was as good a time as any to find out how the stud had fared. He was one hell of a good looking chicken too.

"Hey ladies, I gotta mingle with my favorite cock. You can come along, just don't fall for his charms, he's a heart breaker," Sweeping an arm over his shoulder in the direction of the sound, Armon took off running. He didn't want his ol' friend chick stick to run off before he could say hi.
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"Gods, girl..." Chaos breathed, moving away from Mayhem some. "That perfume is strooooooong! Uck! You sure you didn't put a little too much on?" By now, the girls had reached the shade the trees provided. It was a good couple of degrees cooler in here and the protection from the hot sun only made it all the better.

"You're just jealous, although I don't know why. I said you could have some if you want. Here let me spray a little on you."

"Oh no you don't!"

It was too late. Mayhem's finger pressed down on the top of the perfume bottle and a small spritz of the (currently) sweet smelling stuff erupted into the air. It never reached its target, however, as a small tornado kept it suspended mid-air a few inches away from Chaos. Glaring darkly over at her friend, Chaos raised her right hand and a flame burst into life, instantly evaporating the liquid. "I told you I didn't want any and I meant it, May," she growled, her eyes glowing a bright yellow in the dim light of the forest.

"Calm down, Chaos. Sheesh. Why do you have to be so god damn serious all the time?" Mayhem rolled her eyes and put the cap back on the perfume bottle before storing it with the other bottle in her bag. "Come on then... The stream's just a short ways off..." As Mayhem turned from her friend, she began to make her way further into the small woods, her eyes examining the forest carefully as a mother goose would her flock. "Oh my.... Come here sweetie..." she breathed, squatting down only a few feet from where she'd started. Reaching down, she cupped her hands beneath the wilting petals of a flower on the ground before her and cooed softly to it. At her touch, the flower's wilting petals fell away, only to be replaced by newer, healthier ones. "There we go. That must feel so much better, huh?"

"Alright, Flower Whisperer.... You done now? I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty."

"Oh?" Mayhem's eyes lit up as she turned, an innocent, questioning look on her face.

"Yeah. You may not have noticed, but it's like a hundred degrees out there!"

"Why do you keep raising your voice? You really should cool off a bit, Alex," Mayhem said, holding her hand out in Chaos' direction.

As if on cue, a stream of water flowed out from the palm of her hand towards the face of Chaos. For the second time in just a mere minute or two, a small tornado started up in the air from out of nowhere, trapping the water in the middle of its whirling frenzy. Mayhem glared. Somehow, Chaos always managed to be just a bit quicker than she. One day, she would get her... one day she would be......... wet?

Mayhem swore loudly as her own conjured water splashed against her face. How could she have let that happen? Ugh!

"Alexeika.... You... you.... Ugh!!! Armon, tell this she-devil that she needs to stop being so damn - " Mayhem stopped as she realized the imp was no longer at their side. Tilting her head to the side in confusion, she looked a bit further off and noticed the imp running while yelling something about a "funkin' chicken". "What the....?"

"I've stopped asking, May. I really have. Let's go see what his excitement about. His favorite cock? This can't be good...." she mumbled, taking off in the direction of Armon. The girls easily reached Armon in just a few seconds, but remained behind him, letting him lead the way to what seemed to be a... naked chicken.

"Oh, this definitely can't be good," Mayhem agreed, she and Chaos' little squabble forgotten for the time being. "A heart-breaker, eh?" she chuckled.

"I suppose he does have a nice.... what do you call those things on top of their heads again?" Chaos turned and shot a look at Mayhem and the pair shared a quiet, chuckle together. Things with Armon were going to be interesting to say the least.
Wash: I think they really captured his essence.
Kaylee: He looks kinda mean.
Wash: That's sorta what I meant.
Simon: This must be what going mad feels like.
Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...
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(( OOC: Haha! Oh, good. Looks like Flynn is forgotten. Well, that's ok. You guys go on and do your thing. Don't wait for a response from me here if it's not expected. I'll be home on Wednesday and perhaps I'll post something here again. But anyway, I changed my mind on an actor to play Flynn. Instead of James Franco, I think Will Friedle is more my style! You know...Eric Matthews from Boy Meets World? lmao. Someone find Vbee to post on the Crimson Ghost thread. I'll catch you guys later! ))
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OOC: I didn't WANT to leave you behind, but there was just no reason for the girls to look up and see you and I really didn't want to be all sorts of corny and be all like "A bird flies up into the tree and Mayhem's eyes follow it. She blinks as she thinks she recognizes a dark form up in the tree as the peddler, Theodore!" y'know? So I decided instead to have the girls start to show off a bit of their magic (and a bit more of their constant sqabbling, lol) in hopes of Flynn getting interested in THEM. *shrugs* It was really the only thing I could (and still can) come up with that isn't totally, incredibly, blatantly obvious.

As for Vbee, I don't know where she is, but I really hope she returns soon. I was rather enjoying y'all's posts and am still very anxious to get Morag back in the game. I think perhaps she may have found a new trainer! :D Her druidic skills are quite basic (she's more of a tracker/hunter, actually, but she's got magical powers she inherited from her parents, blah, blah, blah).

Anyhoo... It's like 2:43am... I just woke up from dozing off while sitting at the table waiting for dinner to be ready. I think it's just about ready now (I hear plates and silverware moving about), so I think I should get going. Yay for taco salads.... at least, I think that's what we're having. RoFL.
Wash: I think they really captured his essence.
Kaylee: He looks kinda mean.
Wash: That's sorta what I meant.
Simon: This must be what going mad feels like.
Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...
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