Posts by jadyn

Klaus becked a yes. He could probably recognize that and connect it to his home; after all, he did have years of geography training. The maps of the world were engraved in his mind.

Klaus was dumbfounded. Right under his beak, she says. The only people anywhere near his beak were her and Liara, and he barely knew them. Besides, he's a prince, for god's sake - he wouldn't love such peasants for anything. He caught himself in such rude thoughts and felt shame. He was glad Cu couldn't read minds or she'd put him to death. But, she was right. His kingdom was very... modern, and realistic. Not too mention no-nonsense. His relatavively nonexpressive face showed slight sadness.

Typical. Klaus was disgusted, but he decided he must make do with what he has. The falcon flew back into the guest room, landing beside Liara. He cooed a greeting, extending his wings while he settled down.

Klaus retrieved ink and paper, making a small setup on the floor by Liara. Using his talons he messily drew his family in the kingdom. His rugged, viking lookalike father. His fair and tall mother in her regal golden gowns. His albino sister, in her traditional blue robes. And himself in the center, with his knight's armor. The castle was drawn on the edge of the paper, resembling modern day's Lincoln Memorial - minus the Abraham. It was a gorgeous place, to say the least, and his drawing didn't quite do it justice. Nonetheless he presented his drawing to Liara.

Grimly did Dmitri gaze through his window. Much like the villain in a superhero movie would, if you will. The entire street knew him as that douchebag Russian kid. Admittedly, he was mean, but he was Ukrainian. His plan for now was to befriend the girl, as she seemed to already draw the interest of all his enemies. So if he was a friend to her, he was a friend to them. Unfortunately for him he'd gotten off to a bad start... he'd have to fake his way through the remainder of their interactions.

Ooc: G'night darlin! Also planning for this character to be a huge jerk don't take it personally everyone.

"You'll be safer with us," the spider added. Dominik crawled into clearer view, sizing up Alyssa with curiosity. "On your own you won't stand very much of a chance." If he could show an expression in this form, his face would most definitely be grim. It's probably better he didn't, though - he might show some doubt.

Klaus' idea of true love was arranged marriage, two families joined just to share their wealth. And he wanted to get this over with. So, naturally, he placed these papers side by side to represent their families sharing power. It didn't even occur to him that their customs were different.

Krill grinned, glad to have some spirit around here. Stepping in, he found himself in a rather uncomfortable position, being the smallest individual in the room. That's what he gets for being a fairy. Nonetheless he reached his hands out for a handshake, both to Salem and Vix. "Thankya kindly, hello, hello," he said briskly, his eyes gleaming at the company. "A lovely little group we've gathered here."

Klaus had once again failed all his learnings. Of course! He was so stupid to have forgotten. Liara was on her own now, no family to join forces with. He didn't understand; then what was Cu on about earlier? The two are obviously much too different. Klaus attempted to comfort his accomplice bye extending his wings to their full length, then folding what he could around his waist. A strange image, to be embraced by a falcon, but nonetheless it was affection.

Klaus was lost. Wealth meant everything to his kingdom, not to mention power. Klaus tried to change the subject to spare her of reliving her grief. He dipped a claw in the ink and drew coin on the paper, then a question mark. He hoped she understood his inquiry - how wealthy is she?

Dmitri grinned, they had already arrived to the school's front doors. "Then it's settled! Hope none of you were particularly looking forward to your math class." He pushed the door open for his group, dramatically lifting his hand to escort them out. He couldn't help but glance through the hallways, a bit afraid for administration catching them. He was on his last strike - not surprising.

Klaus, to say the least, was disappointed. He crumpled his paper to the best of his ability and settled on his feet. He decided he'd do what he saw the peasants do - ask questions. However, remembering that his accomplice couldn't read, he found himself a challenge. On a new paper, he drew a child. And then an arrow from the child pointed to an adult, to show it aging. So, he wondered how old Liara was.

*60 year old landlady voice* JAAAWN
i ain't even a real fan... i'm nothin but a liar... i have barely watched season 3.... Me being shameful

do the magiya have familiars? also in case i get ninja'd can you reserve the magiya leader haha

Jack had stayed late tonight at practice, probably for the best because he sucked at basketball. And then the bus home got stuck in a ditch, so he'd been put behind another two hours. To say the least, he was tired; it was midnight and he wasn't given a break the entire day. Now he was at his door, drowsily trying to jam the key in that stubborn lock. Seeing someone pass him was surprising; in this area there were generally just old people who he assumed slept at 6 pm. He thought nothing of it and finally got through the door, the light of his house exploding into the dark of the outside.

"All right," Krill answered, a bit shocked at the coldness of the witch's hand, but he brushed it off. Promptly, Krill leaned against the nearest headboard, in his best attempt to appear nonchalant. "And yourselves?" The group seemed friendly enough, he decided, leave some of the more bitter ones. He was fine with them, too, though - apparently they didn't talk much.

Klaus settled down over his feet again, thinking of what more he could be curious about. Finally he realized she didn't know his name. He attempted to sound human. "Klazs," he squawked, a little disheartened. "Klaass." He decided that's as close as he was gping to get, and awaited a sign of understanding from the girl.

Dmitri's words now were tinged with a heavier Russian accent, as it often would when he got frustrated. That wasn't a rare occasion for him, unfortunately. "Laziness," he answered, not quite caring as much as his counterpart when he spoke out of his place. Apparently he wasn't very merciful towards the other Flexkids, but he assumed no one expected much else from him.

i hate how moffat makes every woman a companion. i know she was written that way but if i could direct irene adlers character i would toootally make her cool and not crush on sherlock. IN A PERFECT WORLD MY LOV...