vatheon | Up for a game?

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Up for a game?

Who: Radical Edward and her dog Ein, plus anyone who wants to join.
When: Current
Where: Plaza
Style: Starting Action, will follow prose if you prefer.
Status: Open-tastic

[A curious sight will greet the visitors of the bubble. A scrawny young girl sitting at a small table in the plaza. The table has two seats, which she is currently occupying one of. On the table is a peculiar fish-themed chess set.]

[The board is set up, but with no moves currently made on it. The black pieces are facing towards the girl. The chair across from her, in front of the white pieces, is currently empty. She is staring at the board, waiting.]

[Next to her, on the ground, is a brown welsh corgi. He seems to be occupying himself by exploring the immediate area around the plaza, but for the most part, sticks within sight distance of the girl at the table.]

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[Ed finds ways to do many things that she shouldn't.]

[Summoner Lysunder will feel her adjusting again, the weight lifting off his horn, well mostly.]

[She had been staring for too long, and suddenly was intensely curious about Troll horns. They looked like candy corn, right? She hasn't had candy corn since the orphanage... and well...]

[Have a gangly 13-year-old biting your horn Summoner.]

Edited 2013-02-04 23:06 (UTC)

[The feeling is kinda... hollow, a pressure, it's hard to describe. he doesn't feel much of it, but a lot more than if it was just hands gripping his horn. Quickly he turns his head a little, brows furrow.]

Wha-? Are- [Wings flicker, eyes widening slightly.] Are those your teeth?

Mmmmph-hmmmph!

[Edward was disappointed; This was not candy at all. They should not look like candy if they are not candy, it was not fair. Meanwhile Ein jumps a bit at her latching her teeth into his horn.]

Worried: Oh Dear! She does the strangest things sometimes. Let him go, Ed!

[Ein barks a couple times, trying to get her to dislodge.]

[It's not that they're that heavy? They're just moving a lot, and it's kinda putting a strain on his neck. So he tries to reach out and kinda- well, try to peel Ed off. It ends up being him kind of turning in a circle though.]

Ah Ein, it's okay, I'm fine just- Ed you- you can't eat that. Also it's pretty weird of you do something like this. [A little frantic. But yeah, weird much, Ed, horn touching a biting? Sheesh.]

[After turning in a circle allows herself to fall off after removing her teeth from his horn. It was not her fault that trolls have such fascinating cranial accessories, okay?]

It's not candy at all.

[She seems geninely sad at this turn of events. Ever since she saw all the others she had secretly hoped they were candy... and when she saw Summoner's majestic pair of goalpoats, she could not hold back any longer.]

[Ein immediately walks up to the downed Ed, and places himself on her lap, ostensibly as a means of keeping her from biting him again.]

Aghast: Many apologies, Summoner Lysunder.

It- candy? No it's not, uh, candy. It's a horn, like a few types of animals have. [Okay, but he has to let himself laugh at that, sitting on the ground and just holding his stomach as he gets it out.]

Ah, it's , it's okay Ein. Really, heh. [Slides a hand behind Ein's ears, smiling wide.]

If they were candy I think I probably woulda tried the same thing by now!

Edward knows what a horn is, Mr. Puck. It is just not fair that it looks like candy, but isn't. It is okay, Edward forgives you.

[Ein once again relishes the attention.]

Oh! So you like the Ein-person, too? He certainly seems to like you!

You forgive me for something I can't help, heh, all right. [A laugh.] Can't blame you, my horns are the most appealing set here after all.

Oh? Yeah, uh- Ein...person, he's pretty nice, been talking to him for a bit now. [Smiles over to Ein, scratching him under the muzzle.]

Yeah ya like me, don't ya pooch?

[Edward vigorously nods in response to him calling his the most appealing set of horns. It was true, after all.]

Oh! You talk to the Ein-person, too? Ed talks to him all the time! He is like a little, furry-person. He is the best puppy. Ever.

[Ein Barks in response to Summoner's question. One for yes.]

Really-?

[Does she mean talk talk or... what. It's really hard to tell.]

[He looks down at chuckles.]

She mean that or am I just uh, going a little crazy?

Yep yep! All the time! Like right now, even!

[The dangers of communicating with an excited Edward.]

Reassuring: She cannot speak with me on the level you can, Summoner Lysunder. The User is most presumably referring to normal speaking, which she does do a considerable amount of, even to me. Subject is unsure of User's full level of comprehension of my altered mental abilities.

Ah...ah huh. Well, Ein says he can understand you, but I'm not sure if you know exactly what uh, Ein person is saying. Why don't we play a game?

[Edward stands up, keeping Ein in her arms.]

[Any thoughts Ed had on the subject are immediately forgotten at mention of a game. She excitedly throws the pooch a short way into the air, carefully catching him on the way back down and twirling in a circle.]

A game! We are gonna play a game with Mr. Puck! Game-y Game!

[She stops her twirling to look Summoner.]

What sorta game?

A guessing game. [A smile, slapping his knees.]

As long as you're in too, Ein? [Looks to Ein.]

See if she can guess what you're thinking or not.

Intriguing: It should certainly prove to be an interesting exercise at the very least.

[He was obviously used to being airborne. One had to when being Ed's pet.]

OOOH! Ed is the best at guessing!

13! Canberra! The Treaty of Ghent! Toothpaste!

Uh, no, no, just, wait- uh- the rules of the game are Ein's gonna think something- act like he usually would while thinking it- and you have to guess what it is. I'll tell you if you're right.

Oh! Okay! Edward is not a T.V. Psychic or anything, but she will try her best!

[To her credit she actually turns and sits down, after setting Ein down.]

Curious: So what would you have me think of first?

Okay. [A nod, turning to look at Ein now.]

All right, act like you smell someone dangerous.

Affirmative: Will do.

[Ein immediately mimics exactly that. Sniffing the air around them then dropping his head low, and growling. Getting so far into it that his hackles were raising. The pooch could certainly act.

[Edward actually turns and looks around for the source of Ein's ire. She was not certain this was part of the game.]

Whats the matter, Ein-Person? Whose out there?

What's the problem, Ed? [Looks with her, a small smirk hidden on his lips.]

The Ein-Person thinks something super scary is nearby, but Ed cannot see anything. Ein is really good at noticin' stuff.

[She makes a show of sniffing at the air.]

Or smell anything... Other then normal bubble-smell.

Yes well- [He snickers, having a difficult time not thinking this is adorable.]

I don't see any big hairy juggalo trolls anywhere, and uh, 'scary'? He's about the only person that comes to mind, I think we're okay. Round one! Ding ding! Ed wins! [Chuckling, he looks back to Ein.]

All righty buddy, you can stop.

Big hairy juggalo trolls? Oh! You mean Mister Such-Hair-Person! He is not scary, though Ein might think he is at times! Edward likes him, he is grumpy a lot.

Ed likes winning! WheeEEEeeee!

[She flails her arms back and forth above her head.]

Affirmative: I hope I performed adequately

[Ein stops his growling immediately, which warrants a head-tilt from Ed.]

[That gains an odd look and a quirked brow.] Mister Such-Hair-Person?

What now...?

Mr. Such-Hair-Person.[She repeats it matter-of-factly.]

Large scary-looking troll-alien. Talks like this...[Her voice drops as low as it can go, and she swiftly stands into an aggressive stance sauntering around the area.]

"The noise is motherfucking unnecessary, motherfucker."

[then she stops and smiles at him.]

Concerned: User has had multiple interactions with the large Alternian Troll know as the Grand Highblood.

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