Creation 11
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dodo_master[Cynric's out and about on the town as usual! Today you'll find him in a few places, we're you're free to harass/gawk at/possibly talk to?:
1!) Squinting at various store fronts in downtown Mayfield, frowning and wrinkling his nose in frustration. This town has a distinct lack of tea trays. What a bother.
2!) At the grocery store! His basket has things in it like tea, sugar, cream, bread, cheese, some meats... and candy. And cookies. Oh, those apples look good! And how about some this breakfast cereal? He'll probably ask your advice on what would be better for a party: black or red licorice? Or maybe you'll spot the shorty trying to reach a taller shelf, knocking over everything in creation in the process.
3!) In your garage. Yep, yours. He's rooting through your stuff, looking for tea trays mostly, but he gets distracted by pretty much anything. Especially mechanical bits, large and small. Or anything else fin that might catch his eye. He sees nothing wrong with taking anything - after all, is it really YOUR stuff, Mayfield? It was here when you got here, right? Unless whatever he's taking is regain-related. Oops.
4!) Practicing his singing in his backyard, with his dodo for an audience. After all, he's made friends with some of music's finest, and he wants to impress. The scary part? The boy is actually good. REALLY good. He's got a lovely tenor voice. After all, he's had several hundred years to get it right. You'll hear him doing scales and singing snippets from his favorite opera, Don Giovanni.]
1!) Squinting at various store fronts in downtown Mayfield, frowning and wrinkling his nose in frustration. This town has a distinct lack of tea trays. What a bother.
2!) At the grocery store! His basket has things in it like tea, sugar, cream, bread, cheese, some meats... and candy. And cookies. Oh, those apples look good! And how about some this breakfast cereal? He'll probably ask your advice on what would be better for a party: black or red licorice? Or maybe you'll spot the shorty trying to reach a taller shelf, knocking over everything in creation in the process.
3!) In your garage. Yep, yours. He's rooting through your stuff, looking for tea trays mostly, but he gets distracted by pretty much anything. Especially mechanical bits, large and small. Or anything else fin that might catch his eye. He sees nothing wrong with taking anything - after all, is it really YOUR stuff, Mayfield? It was here when you got here, right? Unless whatever he's taking is regain-related. Oops.
4!) Practicing his singing in his backyard, with his dodo for an audience. After all, he's made friends with some of music's finest, and he wants to impress. The scary part? The boy is actually good. REALLY good. He's got a lovely tenor voice. After all, he's had several hundred years to get it right. You'll hear him doing scales and singing snippets from his favorite opera, Don Giovanni.]
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Date: 2010-09-29 09:23 pm (UTC)And at the mention of "Master Enchanter", he grins even wider.]
You are? Really! An Enchanter, I should have known! And the town's given you your abilities back? You're very lucky! I still don't have mine.
man one day I will have a better schedule
Date: 2010-09-30 02:04 am (UTC)Wait, why was this douchebag in here, again? Oh well, probably doesn't matter.]
Shit yeah they have. I got a whole legion of the little bastards, you know? Right? Tch-- but...
Ain't doing all that good of a job.
They're supposed to, you know, I mean. Keep people out.
i always have to go to bed early cuz i'm old & have work 8|
Date: 2010-09-30 02:16 am (UTC)[He goes to poke one. He could improve them. He could do so much, if only this town would give his magic back to him.]
No matter! They're still quite great. Haven't seen any others since I got to town. And I'm always glad to meet other spellcasters!
school + hospital clinicals, here.
Date: 2010-09-30 02:39 am (UTC)Oi! Listen up! I'll only do this once, right? So you better pay attention!
[Giriko proceeds to wander out to garage, towards the front lawn, motioning roughly for Cynric to follow.]
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Date: 2010-09-30 02:45 am (UTC)Portions, not potions! Are you daft?
[He totters after you.] And I'll have you know that I've been creating golems since before you were a twinkle in your great-great-great grandmother's eye.
[He then stands there, waiting for you, arms folded. GO ON, IMPRESS HIM.]
herp derp I misread. GO ME.
Date: 2010-09-30 03:11 am (UTC)[Shoving a gloved fist towards the ground along with a small amount of power, the earth begins to respond to Giriko's movements. Slowly, the face of a large golem (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090306174011/souleater/images/thumb/d/dc/Golem.jpg/800px-Golem.jpg) opens up in the ground, somewhat perplexed looking. Since, well. It's a face in the ground.
Things its size usually need to take time to be constructed, carefully, brick by brick, after all. But, Giriko is bluffing. Obviously, he just turned his entire damn lawn into a golem.
He pats the new construct, and refers to it before turning back to Cynric.]
Oi, don't worry. You'll have legs later on.
So! Consciousness in a few minutes! Beat that, you bastard! Hn!
[Totally ignoring the whole, "does not have powers yet" thing, here.]
hey, he's Welsh, we'll chalk it up to that. 8D
Date: 2010-09-30 03:19 am (UTC)Not bad, not bad at all! And as much as I would like to show off for you, alas, as I had previously mentioned, the town has not returned my powers to me yet. I suppose I could trade in for it at the post office, but for now, I prefer to keep my limbs and internal organs right where they are.
Still, that was some fast work! Will it last long?
[He comes in for a closer look.]
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Date: 2010-09-30 03:22 am (UTC)Eh, like this? Not happily. Not that they can feel anything.
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Date: 2010-09-30 04:36 pm (UTC)Now he looks around for a moment, confused. Why in the world had he come to your house again?]
So what was I-- oh! [He goes back into the garage, and grabs his bucket of parts he'd been collecting.] Wouldn't want to forget these.
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Date: 2010-09-30 11:41 pm (UTC)He was supposed to be angry at this guy.]
Oi, about that! Listen up, you-- [his accent, what is this I don't even what can even be said about the Welsh] tch, well, bastard! Good enough!
The hell do you think you're even doing in there, huh?!
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Date: 2010-10-01 01:22 am (UTC)