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Post by Clopin Trouillefou on May 6, 2009 9:22:13 GMT -5
Clopin casually, quite cooly leaned over a dusty chair, minding not the white particles that flew whenever he shifted in his catlike position. His wide, bright eyes and beaming smile told of mischief. He beckoned the ghosts to accompany the rather bored Gypsy King for a good story. He nonchalantly observed his nails, quick to think of a few lyrical lines:
"I was in my thinking corner! Quite as cheery as a lark when a cat neared my foot and told me of a park. Unaware and inexperienced of ever coming by such a word (let alone seeing such a place), I inquired what that was. All the little dour feline said was 'it t'was!'"
"Never was I quite so puzzled. Then again, it was rather difficult to ask the furry fellow through all the hustle and bustle. I then, rather skillfully, realized I was lying on a bed within an eerie asylum! Poor things were mad and loony, their antics forever folly!"
"And then I was told to draw a door so that I may be granted escape. I smirked smugly, and put on an imaginary cape, asking, what ever for? They told me so that they may test my sanity! Oh, the calamity!"
"Again, I smirked, and put on my most brightest smile! Why draw a door? Such a silly gesture! Don't you know I found your bloody keys on the tile floor? Too bad I was an added name on an added file...how very vile..."
He was taken to a pause when he stared into the fireplace, blinking. "Oops! I dare say I have forgotten the rest! Surely, such an amusing little story to come to pause so suddenly is quite the crime!" he praised shrilly, randomly getting grumpy for not remembering so.
"Perhaps I am notorious," he mused, stroking his dark beard. Within seconds he caught within ear shot gentle steps make way through the darkness. He grinned insanely and felt an energetic rush pulse through him as he leaped out of his chair.
"Better to socialize with the living than the dead!" he declared dramatically, not unaware of the sulking ghouls. He chuckled sympathetically.
"Excusez moi?"
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Post by Merlin on May 6, 2009 16:08:28 GMT -5
An elderly wizard in a blue robe and hat, wandered down the dark halls and corridors A faint glow of his wand was his only trusted source of light.
the candles and the torches on the walls tended to be.. well, blowed out by the mischievous ghosts, floating around in thin air, sending him teasing glances, off course said candles and torches lit elegantly up again, once they were so far behind him he no longer needed their light.
Merlin`s loyal owl, Archimedes sat, as usual on the top of his hat, returning the spirits`glances with reprimanding ones of his own. that off course, only make the ghosts laugh even louder.
now, Archimedes, Merlin chuckled quietly. don`t give them ideas. That will only end with me having to save your tailfeathers again. He didn`t receive any other reply than an annoyed puff from his owl.
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Post by Clopin Trouillefou on Jun 4, 2009 10:30:09 GMT -5
{Nani....yooo-hooo! :3 }
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Post by Nani Pelekai on Jun 14, 2009 20:28:08 GMT -5
Brown eyes and dark hair, and tan features sped through the halls – surely she was not frightened, and they were merely playing with her ever thinning sanity. The hellish pestering of ghouls and spirits were alarming, her legs carrying her shapely frame through the bitter darkness and mocking chill.
Look once on the man she once feared, then a wide-eyed gaze upon the ghouls that followed. Who was the better choice? Helpless and conflicted, bound by her thoughts of abhorrence, she had decided. She hid behind Clopin. "I'm so glad you're here." She said almost pleasantly, shifty-eyed, gritting her teeth from the tensness she felt. "Now be a clever gypsy and scare them with your puppet - anything!"
A man in blue, an owl perched – how familiar were these two. What made them familiar she would never know, for she could not pin point the exact reason. Puzzled eyes narrowed slightly, not out of anger but confusion, and she emerged from her hiding place. Why was the man wearing a dress? Ah well, she wouldn't ask. It was rude. But she could safely assume he was in no way related to Dumbledore.
"You two seem to be enjoying yoursselves." She said, still shaken from the chase. "I'm surprised they (the spirits) haven't bugged you yet. Must be something mystical..."
She turned her gaze briefly to Clopin. "Were you telling stories to the dead people again?" she asked, facepaming.
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Post by Quasimodo on Jun 30, 2009 9:53:21 GMT -5
( Clopin...?)
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Post by Clopin Trouillefou on Jul 17, 2009 8:56:33 GMT -5
"It isn't really right for a lady to be so rude," he cooed, now tracing little circles on her shoulder. He arched an eyebrow as she ducked behind him, and he couldn't help but charm her request with a chuckle. "Boo!" Clopuppet cried, causing the gypsy to smirk mockingly.
"Does this please you, my dear?" he told Nani in a mocking tone, sporting a naughty grin.
"Now run along," Clopin said to the hovering spirits, now brisk yet maintaining a playful tone. "Can't you see Miss Pelekai is frightened? Oh, posh, don't pay any mind to her ramblings. You are all just as charming as the living, I assure you."
He noticed the Great Wizard Merlin before him and neared him with intense curiousity. His once calm gaze turned zany with admiration, now lingering on the wand Merlin held in his hands.
Idea.
"Monsieur, I'm most pleased you have graced us with your presence," the cunning gypsy began, casting him a debonair bow. "Perhaps it is only fair that I carry this for you..."
The wand was now in his hands. He cooed as he looked it over, then snuck the two a most devilish grin. "I hope you don't mind if I use this, sir..." he said slyly, teasing them with little pokes. He poked the wizard, then poked his amour. Oh, if he wanted...he could very much make them do whatever he pleased.
He was the devil incarnate...
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Post by Merlin on Aug 5, 2009 8:16:22 GMT -5
Merlin offered a friendly smile as he laid eyes on his two companions. Why, i see i`m not alone in enjoying the company of those beyond our world, he stated with a chuckle as he noticed that he brightly colored gypsy seemed not only comfortable, but even quite familiar with the ghouls. In difference to the native woman who apparently wished to be anywhere but here. Nonetheless the wizard could tell he had found himself some amusing companions.
Archimedes hissed a warning and spread his wings threateningly, as the wand was snatched out of his wizard`s hands. Now, now Archimedes, let`s see how this tuns out. There`s no need to worry, i doubt much is going to happen. Only a true magician can put a wand to use, he spoke, both as a piece of information to the gypsy, and an attempt of calming his owl.
And you`re sure he`s no wizard? Archimedes questioned doubtfully. I sense none of those vibes usually emerging from fellow magicians, he assured. Though i do sense something strange, i can`t put my finger on it just yet, he added thoughtfully. You might as well try, he nodded to the obviously fascinated jester. Archimedes was quick to hide his tail feathers with his wings, oh, do let us hope this is not yet another crazy gypsy, or i`ll quit.
I don`t know, Merlin answered, disbelief clearly present in his voice. I think i know a bird who said something similar after Esmeralda`s dragon treatment, do you know where he`s gone to? he arched an eyebrow slightly. Archimedes sighed.
Turning back to his companions Merlin smiled apologizing, where have my manners gone to lately? he corrected himself. I am Merlin, and this charming little fellow is my owl Archimedes, with playful sarcasm he emphasized the word "charming."
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