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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:21 pm
In light of how successful the Christmas writing challenge was, I've opted to create the Drabble Corner. In this thread, every week (or at least, that's the goal, it might change to every other week) there will be a prompt. Unlike the Christmas challenge, the prompt could be anything - a whole sentence, a song, a photo.
So, here are the rules!
One: There's no voting on these stories. It's not a competition anymore, it's an exercise.
Two: The drabble has to somehow relate to the Mystic Fountain roleplay, at least take place in some variation of that universe.
Three: There is no minimum or maximum length.
Four: There will be no seperate threads made for new prompts. Everything will be posted in here, with a new post every week marking the new prompt.
With that in mind, go forth and be fruitful!
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:24 pm
And the first prompt of the Drabble Corner is this gem of a starter:
"The story starts when your protagonist says the wrong thing while going through airport security."
Hop to it and have fun!
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 7:02 pm
 “Well now, this is rather cozy, isn’t it?” Undeterred by the two pairs of glaring eyes pointed in his direction, Brody sat with his long legs spread out in front of him on the thin mattress slab of the airport’s jail cell. With no little enjoyment, he watched Ialo pace from one side of the tiny cell to the other, occasionally pausing to press his head against the bars and demand his phone call. Every now and then he dared to venture a glance towards the back corner of the cell where Danni sat on top of her cloak, the thick fall of her hair blocking him from seeing her expression. He didn’t need to see her eyes, however, to know that she was…perturbed.
He didn’t know why they were still such in a bad mood. Hadn’t his mother agreed to come get them? It wasn’t as if they’d actually been arrested, merely detained by the authorities. In hindsight, he did agree that perhaps making vague bomb-in-the-luggage jokes hadn’t been the wisest move in the world, particularly as Ialo had been carrying an entire duffle bag of electronics and Danni had been busy looking shady.
Glancing once more at Danni, he had to further admit that it was probably a good thing she’d come along for this trip. The officer had taken one look at her ID and all but peed himself. Not every cop had the balls to stick a Rinaldi in a tiny airport jail cell. It had taken all Brody’s skills not to laugh out loud when, in a deadpan tone, Danni had assured the officer that no, there was no reason she had to mention this to her parents. He supposed he could add Western Air to the list of things the Rinaldi’s apparently owned.
Not so luckily, the three of them, following the innocent joke, had been dragged off to separate interrogation rooms. Brody, and apparently Ialo as well, not being Rinaldi’s, had been subjected to what Brody could only call an interesting cavity search. In fact, Ialo still seemed to be walking a little funny. He’d be sure to kiss those boo-boos later.
Since the thought of it cheered him, he was grinning when Ialo turned, began pacing towards him, only to stop at the sight of Brody’s cheerful grin. The dragon boy’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his body bracing to spring.
“You…This is YOUR FAULT. You just couldn’t keep your mouth SHUT, could you?! How can you be SMILING after what they…They took my computers! A burly officer named Bubbah had his hand so far up my a** I thought he was checking my prostate! All because YOU thought it would be FUNNY to make a BOMB JOKE AT THE AIRPORT.” He was beautiful when he was angry. It was the last thought Brody had before one hundred and ten pounds of furious dragon leaped on him, further making his day.
Steadfastly ignoring the wrestling match going on a few feet away from her, Danni instead stared down the officer who sat at a desk on the other side of the cell bars. He was not the scared skinny one who’d all but keeled over after confirming her identification, nor was he one of the ones who had interviewed her friends. No, she figured him to be the one in charge. He didn’t say a word, merely leaned back in his chair, watching her with steady eyes over the top of his computer. She was rather enjoying this battle of wills. It distracted her from the vague urge to strangle Brody. Five hours had passed since they'd been stopped by airport security. She'd known it was only a matter of time before Ialo snapped, and so paid no mind to his vicious curses and Brody's delighted laughter and grunts of pain as Ialo's blows made contact.
What she did pay attention to, however, was the sudden sound of heels on tile, so different from the clump of police-issue shoes she'd been listening to for hours. She was already on her feet when Ruby Noble Warfield made her entrance, drawing her cloak up with her. If she knew anything about Brody's mother -and she thought she did- they would doubtlessly be out of here quick enough.
"There they are, my darling children! Now what are you doing, making a fuss in there?" At the sound of his mother's voice, Brody pushed Ialo aside, showing he'd been capable of doing so the whole time. Springing to his feet, he leaped over to the cell door, gripped the bars to grin at his mother.
"There you are, you fabulous creature. I've missed your face." At her son's enthusiastic welcome, Ruby laughed gaily, pinching his cheek through the bars. Her darling was a constant joy to her. During the reunion, Danni merely stood by, Ialo pouting on the bed. But both watched Mrs. Warfield. It was hard to do anything else. Like her son, Ruby was a shapeshifter, and had her own unique style. Her hair, a rich pink color these days, fell in soft waves down to the middle of her back, her emerald eyes accented with perfectly applied makeup. Her long, long legs ended in towering ice pick heels, her soft, pampered hands covered in rings. A Broadway baby, Ruby Ingrid Noble had rocked the stage. Now partially retired, Ruby Noble Warfield watched with unending pride as her secondborn son carried on the love of the stage. And if he screwed up from time to time, well, it was her duty as a mother to smack him upside the head and bail him out. Luckily, he rarely gave her any reason to do so.
"Now now, don't you worry. Mama's going to get you out of here in a jiffy. Jasper is already settling things with the nice officer at the front desk." At the mention of his old half-brother, Brody perked up, straining his neck to try and look around the corner. He hadn't expected his eternally-busy big brother to take the time to fly in from England to bail him out. It was...touching.
It took less than half an hour to have the three students released, with Brody leading the way with a new pep in his step. As they left the airport and headed for the long white limo Ruby had waiting, Brody looked over his shoulder at his friends, who marched in irritable silence behind his brother.
"Don't you guys just love Spring Break?" He was laughing like a loon when Ialo lunged, cackling as he took off running. Rather than join in the hunt, Danni stayed behind, shaking her head with a slight sigh. However, when she was sure no one was looking, she allowed her lips to curve, just a bit. Yes, she thought. She thought she might just love Spring Break. Just so long as Henri never found out.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:21 pm
The new prompt, from Jan. 16th to Jan 30th, courtesy of UnquietDreams is....
"Fetishes"
Have at it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 11:14 am
Rough
Blonde hair fell around him, finally unraveled from the tight braid that held it during the day. He needed to brush it frequently at the length he kept it, otherwise it became entirely unmanageable. Most people never saw him with the strands all undone like this. He liked it long, but kempt. Gerwald would never let his hair be messy. Gingerly plucking the brush from where it sat on his desk, he started to run the small plastic pegs through the yellow strands.
Of course, tonight Gerwald was forgetting the other important factor in the room. Takeru had asked to stay the night, feeling the companionship as well as Gerry’s skilled magic might help tame the things that plagued his mind as of late. This was not the spoken pretense he was here under, but the true reason underneath the excuses and lies. Though the lies were not far from other truths, as he found Gerwald’s company to be something of a delight these days, so telling the Necromancer he simply did not wish for their conversation to end was an easy thing to say.
The one issue that lingered was how oblivious Gerwald could be sometimes. Takeru had heard from Petra that it took her a while to get him to understand that she was trying to be friendly with him besides the regular student and teacher relationship. Now she was more like his daughter, though similar to a real child there were times when she taught him things as well as she herself being taught.
The tengu sighed, his hand itching for his pipe despite how tired he was. He wasn’t sure Gerwald would be okay with smoke in his room however. He felt a bit hot, a sudden frustration coming over him. Though watching Gerwald run a brush through his hair had relaxed him, the tranquility of the simple moment overcoming him with calm, the attack came on so quickly there was no preventing it.
Leaning against a wall, he clutched his head in his sweaty palms, though the fingers turned to talons. He growled the other man’s name, causing the blonde to turn around suddenly. Gerry stared at Takeru for a moment, bewildered, before inching closer to inspect the man. Had something hurt him? Was he injured?
“Takeru, what’s the matter?” Gerwald said, coming forward, hands hovering just a small bit away from the tengu’s shoulders. Gerry could see how the other man trembled. “If you’re not feeling alright I should take you to Saeed. Or perhaps Yanna or Claudette. I am not sure the white magic I know would be best for you. Though perhaps if I-”
A hand clasped over Gerwald’s mouth, trapping any further thoughts behind his lips. Takeru’s voice was a bit raspier than usual as he hissed, “Gerwald, kindly cease talking, would you?” The command in his tone was clear, which only made the blonde man blush furiously. Takeru slowly lowered his hand, realizing his talons could have scratched Gerry’s skin if he’d only moved them the slightest bit closer. “Sorry,” he mumbled, the other hand still on his head. “I’m not entirely sure what’s… come over me.”
He waited, expecting the Necromancer to ramble off as he might usually, but the other man was frozen, eyes fixed on Takeru’s face. Was he so easily made afraid? The tengu knew he ought to feel terrible, but instead this only brought more frustration. Gerwald ought to know better than to be afraid of him. He should trust that their friendship ran deeper than that! It was just a sudden spurt of anger. That was all… that was all…
Grabbing Gerwald, he pulled him in close. His fingers tangling in the hair that had not gotten brushed completely as he leaned his head against the other man’s shoulder. He wanted to apologize again, or say something that could break this silence, but he was already fighting so hard to remain calm that he couldn’t think of anything but to hold on tight and hope that he wouldn’t lose control.
Another burst rushed through him, forcing him to grab a tight hold of Gerwald’s hair and hold on for dear life. He had to regain some sensation or he might really lose himself. With his hold on the Necromancer’s blonde hairs came a noise, one he had not anticipated. One of pain he might have seen coming, but this was not pain. It sounded much more like… pleasure?
“I-I’m sorry I’m not… not really sure where that came from,” Gerwald said, though his embarrassment sounded more like denial. His face was flushed, and as Takeru – to test his reaction – pulled again, just a little lighter, Gerwald moaned again. It was like pulling the string of a doll. Oddly enough, the noise was helping him maintain enough control that he didn’t feel like he might tear in two. Yet, urges lingered, the need for power and control filling his mind.TO BE CONTINUED... BUT NOT ON GAIA. If you would like to see the rest, contact me via skype or pm. The rest is NSFW so I ain't postin' it here, ya dig?
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 10:15 pm
The new prompt, courtesy of theramblinggirl is....
"Daily Routines"
Have at it~!
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