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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 29, 2012 18:11:40 GMT -5
Avianna still looked uncertainly at the pipe in her hand, but he seemed to be telling the truth. "No. It's fine." she replied. After one last once over of the dry grasslike substance she gave a slight shrug and took another, smaller puff. She coughed out this light smoke came when she breathed out again. What a strange concept anyway-smoking. Who's bright idea was it to set something on fire and smoking it? If you put that on paper you'd think the writer was crazy or something. Then how would they publicize the idea, "Hey, man. Put this grass in this rod and set it on fire. The smoke is awesome.". There were just too many idiots in this world...
She saw he was going through her stuff and she narrowed her eyes, "No, go through my things. I don't mind. Thanks for asking." she said sarcastically. He took out an old rag and started ripping it, but she could care less. He even had a slightly amusing comment to go with it, "No. I'd doubt that's from anything of the sort, considering I've never been to a high class event in... oh I don't know... my entire life." she replied dryly as she looked over the pipe once more and took another breath of the smoke.
Then he ordered to have it back, at first she want to say no-but she gave it up willingly and handed it to him without a fuss. "Yes, you must be so traumatized." she said as she leaned back onto the cave wall, letting herself relax a little now that no one need go poking at her leg again.
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Post by Cernunnos Wilde on Jun 29, 2012 18:46:20 GMT -5
Cernunnos merely snorted in response.
"If you think I haven't been traumatized enough, then I guess I'll just have to go in for round two." He pointed out, not even stopping to wonder at his sudden obsession with getting a hold of the pipe. "Now hand it over before I start drowning that memory in alcohol." He had a full bottle of aged whiskey in his cave and he wasn't afraid to use it. Cernunnos had once been a cultured prince and had drank mostly wine, at the time, but princes were allowed to engage in alcohol, that is to say, it was still considered high-class to have a drink or two with dinner. Cernunnos was desperate at this point to get drunk. He really did not want to remember what it felt like to dig his fingers into her flesh.
He snatched the pipe from her and took a long drag on it. Maybe it was the effect of having had it before and then smelling the fumes as Ellie Mae smoked it, but it tasted delicious. This moment of perfection was ruined, however, as the banshee erupted into a cough, his voice going even more high-pitched than usual as he recovered and held it back out to her.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 29, 2012 22:11:03 GMT -5
Avianna sighed, "Like I actually care if you need to soak yourself in alcohol. At least you didn't get fingers jammed in your leg." she said dryly, watching him take his drag and giving a slight smirk at his high-pitched cough. "Very manly", she commented as she took the pipe from him once more and took her own drag.
She had to admit, it was pretty soothing on the nerves. She wondered what kind of peddler gave this stuff out. She had never heard of it before, but then again she didn't visit too many doctors or look for medical things since she did could heal herself and she had magical pain reliever spells.
"So, what are you doing here anyway? You don't seem like the insane, homicidal people who usually have to resort to living in these sort of caves." she asked as she began to scratch at the dried blood on her arm once more. It started to get a little itchy, which was bothering her to no end. "In fact you seem more the type that'd rather be sleeping in a bed than a stone floor."
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Post by Cernunnos Wilde on Jun 30, 2012 20:48:39 GMT -5
"Shut up." He growled, as she questioned his masculinity. The last thing he needed was his not-new neighbor laughing at his high-pitched voice.
He noticed her scratching at the smaller wound he had made on her arm and it bothered him, the sight of the messy blood and how she was scratching incessantly like a commoner with their fingers stuffed up their nostrils, so he remedied the problem by wringing out his rag once more and batting her hand away, as he set about cleaning the blood away.
"Well, if you really must know, I'm one of the insane, homicidal people who resorts to living in caves. Does that answer your question?" Yes, he'd much rather be sleeping in a bed and walking around in fine clothes and going to tourneys and balls and having people address him as 'your highness', but it was most certainly not telling her that.
"You have to keep smoking it for it to take full effect."
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 1, 2012 0:16:25 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes as he told her to keep smoking, nag... she thought as she took another inhalation. It didn't taste like the normal smoke people on the streets used, it tasted... different. Ava wasn't sure how to explain it. It was just... different.
"You know," she began, speaking quieter and more serious, "Insane, homicidal people don't usually help heal their victims.". She turned to him, her eyes going from her arm to him-who was washing it. "So who are you?".
It was his decision to remain anonymous, but she wasn't going to sit there and not ask who he was and be blamed later for not asking. Anyone could understand how sitting in a cave with someone you don't even know anything about whom also is tending your wounds could be found a little disturbing. Not that Ava was inclined to give away her name or information yet, but as was stated before-no one would blame her for not asking.
ooc:: sorry it's short, I can't think of anything else to say.
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Post by Cernunnos Wilde on Jul 5, 2012 15:41:49 GMT -5
He snatched the joint away from her as soon as she had smoked it again, bringing it to his own lips and taking another great inhalation. He still wasn't sure what had come over him, but he really, really liked smoking that thing, and Cernunnos hated the idea of smoking. It was nasty and unsanitary and all kinds of gross. After he had taken not one, but two puffs on the thing, he handed it back to her.
"Go on, another. The more you smoke it, the better you'll feel."
It was the truth: already, things were getting foggy, lines were blurring and the world, was, well, a better place. Suddenly, he was very, very interested in his hands.
"Woah..." He said, fascinated by the cracks and curves in his fingers. "Woah...look at my hands!" He examined them, enraptured, for two full minutes before he snatched at the drug again, assuming she had been smoking while he had discovered the coolest thing in the world.
"Gimme that!" He took another drag before settling himself back in a jaunty reclining position, the joint dangling from between two of his fingers.
"I"m a prince." He stated, simply. Then the idea of him being a prince was suddenly very funny and he giggled. "Well, I was, but they killed my daddy and tried to kill me too. Now I'm just a bum." He giggled again, barely able to keep control of himself. "I'm a bump who carries around big phallic objects! I'm a bum bum bum!"
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 7, 2012 10:10:43 GMT -5
His laugher was quite contagious, and she couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, really. Well, Let me tell you. If they didn't kill my daddy I'd be married to some stupid farmer in some stupid farm baking pea pies and peach meals..." she laughed again at the thought. She had concluded a while ago what would have happened if she stayed in whateveritwaston. Her father, being the proper man he was, would marry her off to one of the idiotic hill-billy farmers. The idea of her being a humble housewife was well, silly. Especially to her.
"Or... Let me tell you... if they didn't kill my mommy, then I'd be married instead to some pompous noble guy. And they'd call me Lady Avianna! And I'd have fabulous, high society garden parties!" she swayed her arms as if she was welcoming someone into her gorgeous estate, but midway had to hold her side as she began laughing hysterically. Then she stopped and said, "Wouldn't it be weird... if like... they didn't kill your daddy and like... they didn't kill my mommy then you could have like... met at like... a ball or something.", then began laughing again. The idea of her simply being married made her hysterical, but the idea of her holding balls or fabulous garden parties simply made her loco.
ooc:: this is where my post are going to most likely get pretty crappy, and I'm in less than a good mood right now... but I'm going to do my best.
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Post by Cernunnos Wilde on Jul 13, 2012 0:19:29 GMT -5
"Haa!" Cernunnos snorted, loudly, slapping his knee in an almost comical fashion, but in that moment, he found the whole thing perfectly legitimate. "You married, at a ball...that's...that's funny. Hey...hey, y'know what else is funny? My nose! Look at my nose! It's all pointy and long and it turns up at the end. I can smell shit so easily with this pointy nose! Birds shitting, mammals shitting, everyone shitting!" He staggered to his feet, swaying happily. 'SO MUCH SHIT EVERYWHERE!" He bellowed, cupping his hands around his mouth and tumbling softly back to the ground, giggling as the sound of his voice echoed through the mountains. He took another hit.
"You woulda been so pre-atty in that dress at the ball." He announced, shamelessly. "It would have all been--" He raised his voice to false-setto for his next word, "--fabulous, darling. It would have been all so fabulous and there would have been glitter everywhere. I love glitter. It's so shiny and sparkly and--woah!" For some reason, he had twisted around so that his eyes were fixed upon his backside, which he was glazing at with appreciative pride. "Woah...I a fantastic ass! Have you seen my ass?! My ass is...fabulous!"
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 16, 2012 0:15:06 GMT -5
Ava snickered, holding her hands over her mouth and feeling her face go read with laugher. He did look like a bird. I big, giant bird with big giant flappy things coming from his back. With feathers, lots of feather-what bird didn't have feathers? She almost expected him to burst into a giant bird at any moment, squawking with his high pitched-totally masculine voice.
"Yes, and it would have had glitter and glamour and silk. I love silk. It's so soft and glamorous and expensive and pretty and soft and bendy and soft. I love silk! When I had money I had silk. It was sooo pretty, I'd wear it all the time. Then those stupid vampires came and ruined all my pretty dresses..." she pouted as she began to play with a lock of her golden blonde hair. She continued muttering, "So soft and pretty and and bendy and soft and pretty.." until she heard him about his ass.
She pulled herself up and pointed at him with laughter still in her features and tone, "Your ass? Your ass!? Look at my ass! Apparently climbing trees is really good on the body because I fight off more damn outlaws trying to get a piece of it than wild animals!" she laughed and held her torso as a cramp was forming in her ribs.
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Post by Cernunnos Wilde on Jul 16, 2012 2:10:26 GMT -5
"Your ass is completely subordinate to mine! Just look--Hey! Look at it, will you? Look! My ass is the king of asses! My ass is the high king!" He started wigging his backside around before giving it a forceful, but sloppy slap. "All hail my ass!" He added, in a solemn, authoritarian voice. Then he promptly giggled and fell down on what was apparently his most prized body part.
For some reason, plopping down on his bum seem to alter Cernunnos mood, but only just in the slightest. Whatever was going through his head, the things that came out of his mouth made perfect sense to him at the time.
"I'm hungry." He complained. "Ya got any foody substances?" Apparently his prince's grammar and vocabulary, which had been carefully nurtured since he was a small child, were slipping. Then he an even better came to mind. A wonderful idea that involved the juice of grapes. Cernunnos loved grapes! I mean, who didn't love grapes! Only something happened to the grapes when they got turned into juice that made everything funnier. That was weird. If it made people funnier, then why didn't they drink the juice of grapes all the time. Best invention ever, right?
"Hey! Ya wanna get drunk?"
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 21, 2012 0:05:15 GMT -5
Ava laughed, covering her eyes with her fingers. "Noooo! I don't want to look at your butt!" she screamed playfully, laughing shaking her head. She had already seen his ass anyway. She always looked people over thoroughly when she met them. Before she hadn't thought much of him at all-but now that she was thinking again-he was a pretty attractive bird. Maybe even his ass could compare to her own.
Then he asked if she had any food and she moaned. She rolled over from her spot leaning against the wall and laid on her back, having to look up as far as she could to her forehead to see the big bird. She crossed her hands over her chest and made a pouty face, "I don't have any foody substance, because I'm poooooor." then she popped up again, leaning up and turning her torso back to face him once more, "I'm hungry too!!! You go get my food!" she ordered, pointing to the cave exit.
Then he asked about drinking and she laughed again, covering her face and laying down on the floor with her fingers covering her eyes and giggling, "But alchehol is yucky. That's what my daddy taught me and I still think it tastes funny. It's liiikkkeee...." she held the word for a long time and is slurred, she laughed and covered her face tighter.
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Post by Cernunnos Wilde on Jul 23, 2012 0:12:07 GMT -5
Well, you shall! You shall admire my butt in all it's butt-beauty!" Cernunnos objected, giving his backside another hearty slap. "It's like a perfect...butt. Butt, butt, butt, butt!"
When he finished with his wordy monologue, the banshee went back to being interested in the subject of alcohol, sometimes digressing to food, but he was mostly concerned with the alcohol.
"If you don't eat food, you won't have a butt! And that would be sad. People need to have shapely butts...shapely butts be sexy. I have a shapely butt. My shapely butt is sexy. Therefore, I am a sexy...butt person. Who is sexy."
He giggled again and hap-hazardly reached for the joint as he nearly fell over. The rest of his body flailing, he managed to stick what was left of the joint in his mouth and take another drag. Exhauling the smoke in a manner he thought was sexy, he looked at her through his smokey veil in a sultry manner. If he thought she was pretty (and pretty insufferable) earlier, she was absolutely ravishing now that he wasn't right in the head. Still unbalanced, he managed to totter over to her and gaze into her face in a proper seductive manner, his eyes still hazy from the drug.
And then he whisked his face away, nearly rolling on top of her and falling off the side of the cliff. By some miracle of physics, he managed to struggle to his feet and stagger towards the edge of the cave, managing to bellow over his shoulder. "You said you didn't have any foody substances! You're a lying liar who lies!" Moments later, he had disappeared over the side of the cliff.
Exactly how he had managed to get there and back to his cave and retrieve a bottle of wine is unknown to this day, the point is, he did it. After he returned, he set the booze down at Ellie Mae's feet and went to rummaging through her things at the back of the cave, until he returned with some bread, cheese and fish, the latter of which he wrinkled his nose at. Cernunnos may have been living off the scraps of society for years now, but he was still a prince at heart and those fish smelled like last year's latrine. He unceremoniously dumped them next to her and then flopped down beside her, reaching for the bottle of wine, so that he was awkwardly splayed out on top of her uninjured leg.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 28, 2012 23:34:14 GMT -5
Ava beamed at the food, she was really really hungry. Which was kinda weird and stuff because Ava wasn't usually hungry. Growing up she never had access to a lot of formal food sources like markets and grocers, so she had to learn to scavenge for food in the forest-and she had become quite good at that-if Ava did say so herself. She could tell the edible plants from the poisonous ones, and could catch meat whenever she damn well pleased, so she was rarely ever in need of food. Now though, she couldn't get up and go scavenging, and her head was a little fuzzy, so she wasn't sure if she'd be able to tell one leaf from another. And for some reason she didn't feel like getting up. Why couldn't the food just float to her?
Wait, exactly! She knew the magical magic stuff-right? She looked at her hands and waved them a little. What was that magical moving spell thing again? Blech! She couldn't remember. She gave a cough and some pretty glittery stuff puffed out of her mouth and onto her hands. "Ooooooooo" she said as she studied the pretty stuff on her hands and then her hands herself.
He put a bottle of the alkehol stuff and she picked it up, looking the bottle over quickly before uncorking it and pouring out some of the liquid over her hand. Looking like a child playing with building blocks she placed her bottle back down on the cave floor and looked at her hand. It washed away the pretty glitter stuff but it smelled cool.
She licked her finger and watched as he came back with food. wait... FOOD. She remembered how hungry she was and she wiped the sticky alckehole stuff on her pant leg. She ignored the fish of coarse and leaned for the bread. "Gimme the bread! Gimme the bread!!!" she whined. Then he leaned for the wine and she grabbed the bottle, splashing a little on him, her leg and the floor in the process. "NO! Gimme the bread or no alekchol for you." she said, her voice sounding much like a bossy child.
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