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caughtinanetwork2012-02-08 05:35 pm
prominence_glow) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-02-08 05:35 pm
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Thirty-Fifth Flare - Video/Action - Fire is forever his thing
[Over the SFC]
[For anyone who hasn’t seen Lea yet, he appears to be some sort of bastard child between a large bird and fire, or ashes, depending on when someone sees him. Right now, it’s the point inbetween, with his currently gray hair just beginning to regain its spikiness, embers visible near his scalp. There are feathers along his jaw and the corners of his eyes, and also focused a great deal on his forearms and hands. His entire bottom half? That of a bird. The large wings attached to his back are a nice touch too. ]
[Right now, he looks a bit frustrated as he rubs his chin, one large talony-fingernail visible.]
So, I don’t suppose any of you really magical folk know how to make a bird-guy stop spontaneously combusting? Because that is some information I could really use. A lot. I’d try and use some of my usual magic, but I think I’m limited to fire magic right now.
…And also I have the voice of a freakin’ god, if I do say so myself, but that’s seriously not much use, know what I’m saying?
[Morning in the forest]
[Hop hop hop! Sure is Lea, carrying a basket of goodies and looking for a house of… some kind. Listen, he’s not much of a Little Red Riding Bird, but Carol said there was a Grandma's house he had to deliver these to…]
[Help a bird out?]
[Midday, the marketplace]
[Guess who’s gotten the hang of this whole ‘having wings’ thing since the curse started?]
[So if you’re wandering around today, then you might have a phoenix-boy suddenly come swooping down to try and land on your shoulders, if you’re big enough. Also? He’s a lot more… fiery than this morning. As in, really fiery.]
[Strangely enough, it doesn’t burn, but like anyone is going to notice that with a giant flaming bird all over them.]
[‘But wait!’ you may ask. ‘What if they’re not big enough to be landed on?’]
[Well, for those light enough in weight, they may find themselves being carried off by a grinning jackass of a phoenix boy.]
[He’s a sweetheart. Really. Probably.]
[Evening, wherever]
[And then a flaming pile of SOMETHING crashed near you.]
[…Sorry about that.]
[The fires go out quick enough, leaving an enormous pile of ash in their place. Something appears to be moving inside of them… Investigate?]
[For anyone who hasn’t seen Lea yet, he appears to be some sort of bastard child between a large bird and fire, or ashes, depending on when someone sees him. Right now, it’s the point inbetween, with his currently gray hair just beginning to regain its spikiness, embers visible near his scalp. There are feathers along his jaw and the corners of his eyes, and also focused a great deal on his forearms and hands. His entire bottom half? That of a bird. The large wings attached to his back are a nice touch too. ]
[Right now, he looks a bit frustrated as he rubs his chin, one large talony-fingernail visible.]
So, I don’t suppose any of you really magical folk know how to make a bird-guy stop spontaneously combusting? Because that is some information I could really use. A lot. I’d try and use some of my usual magic, but I think I’m limited to fire magic right now.
…And also I have the voice of a freakin’ god, if I do say so myself, but that’s seriously not much use, know what I’m saying?
[Morning in the forest]
[Hop hop hop! Sure is Lea, carrying a basket of goodies and looking for a house of… some kind. Listen, he’s not much of a Little Red Riding Bird, but Carol said there was a Grandma's house he had to deliver these to…]
[Help a bird out?]
[Midday, the marketplace]
[Guess who’s gotten the hang of this whole ‘having wings’ thing since the curse started?]
[So if you’re wandering around today, then you might have a phoenix-boy suddenly come swooping down to try and land on your shoulders, if you’re big enough. Also? He’s a lot more… fiery than this morning. As in, really fiery.]
[Strangely enough, it doesn’t burn, but like anyone is going to notice that with a giant flaming bird all over them.]
[‘But wait!’ you may ask. ‘What if they’re not big enough to be landed on?’]
[Well, for those light enough in weight, they may find themselves being carried off by a grinning jackass of a phoenix boy.]
[He’s a sweetheart. Really. Probably.]
[Evening, wherever]
[And then a flaming pile of SOMETHING crashed near you.]
[…Sorry about that.]
[The fires go out quick enough, leaving an enormous pile of ash in their place. Something appears to be moving inside of them… Investigate?]
[VOICE, filtered]
I've got magic this week, so I could probably try something if you promise not to be an ass about it. Which means no laughing at me no matter how ridiculous the fates of my torturous life have chosen to make me look this week.
[VOICE, filtered]
At least you have to have it better than me, 'tho.
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You know your little finger? Well, when you're making a pinkie promise, you link your little finger and the other person's little finger, and you make a promise. Pinkie promise. See?
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