Scarlett O'Harpy

I think that's echoed my point, 'cept you did it more eloquently. It's much more fun imho to argue the toss about something which doesn't matter in the slightest. Passions are attitudes, debate skill is evident though tongues are firmly in cheeks - and better yet, noone's ego gets bashed. Just my Dhs2 worth.

Indeed they are! After commenting briefly, Harpy turns her mind to more intellectual pursuits, and busies herself retrieving a stick for Cerulean. Having watched Scarlett's three inept attempts at either locating, capturing, or returning said stick, Cerulean furrows her brow - doubting she'll ever teach this old dogma new tricks. *groan* Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry lol! He started it! *points wildly*

I enjoy debates too.. but am helplessly drawn to ones like the buttered cats debate, or the oft maligned cherry vs beef tomatoes debate. The old chestnuts tend to be rather predictable and dry to my eyes, rather like old chestnuts in fact. But that's an entirely different kettle of fish - and I don't even like fish... Scarlett trails off vacantly, shrugs, then sashays away.

Scarlett stands frozen. Her head is cocked slightly, lips pursed in weighty contemplation. The only evidence that she is in fact, still alive, is evidenced by a throbbing neck-vein and occasional rapid blinking. She must be imagining a life stripped of theorizing and dogmas...

Just as well Harpy's addy is correct -- since she doesn't know how to say 'no' in any language!

Congratulations on your onion, oops I mean union. Vowels can be pesky critters eh? Scarlett ponders why the notion of husbands has her thinking about food.

LOL! - Tickle fights are the absolute best. This made me smile Annael, Thanks for posting! Harpy. Scarlett pinces her fingers in mid-air and stalks off to find a tickle-victim

Infinity rocks past I love that line, that image, Thanks for posting, Harpy.

Once there was a man who was forgetful so he forgot himself. But others remembered Once there was a man who thought everyone had flaws so he accepted them. And they accepted themselves Once there was a man who felt others' pain without being overwhelmed so he could listen. Now others learn to listen Once there was a man who saw what others could be clearly so he cheered their growth. And they grew stronger Once there was a man who needed others so he might know who he was. A friend Harpy

Scarlett tries to remember the wonder of having a number of candles on a cake that didn't constitute a fire-hazard, but gets drenched by her own bathos-bath and retires, scowling. OOC - Happy Day! Have a great one, and hope all of your wishes are come-true-able ones!

Scarlett throws the paper bag off her head and speedily dons her Wood Nymph outfit. Sashaying and preening to a random audience of two squirrels and a deaf vole, she hazards a spell of air-guitar, trips over her ego, looks round hurriedly in case anyone has seen her, then belts out some Rush lyrics: "There is unrest in the forest, There is trouble with the trees, For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas. The trouble with the maples, (And they're quite convinced the're right) They say the oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light. But the oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made. And they wonder why the maples Can't be happy in their shade. So the maples formed a union And demanded equal rights. "These oaks are just too greedy; We will make them give us light." Now there's no more oak oppression, For they passed a noble law, And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet, axe, and saw." After the song is done, and the vole has limped off muttering, Harpy is still busy tweaking a leaf over her cleavage and dodging acorns thrown by the squirrel ensemble, when she spies a shadow, where no shadow had formerly resided. She makes eye-contact with a knotty branch, blinks, cranes her neck upwards, only to see a rather angry looking Willow tree bearing a small demoness on a bobbing twig. "Willows, however" she continues without missing a beat. "Willows, unlike those rabble-rousing Maples, or those light-sucking Oaks are the absolute monarchy. The wisest, the noblest, the most courageous of all trees..." Cerulean laughs long and hard at the spectacle of Scarlett being plucked off the ground, twirled around several times by a graceful Willow limb, and released like a small red pea from an expert shooter. OOC - Loved the poem Rune, more please!

"I promise I won't ..." Cerulean scowls at Harpy and stuffs a paper bag over her head before she can finish.

Hey that's great news, well done! Sleep much, work less and worry little from now on - That shaft of tunnel-light's blinding. Harpy.

The "person" above me has pointy teeth (hehe)

I thought I'd put this in a separate thread to save confusion of placement on the original. Thank goodness it was Peredhil who showed up under Harpy and not someone less charitable LOL! I had to read the post peeping through my fingers! Thanks Rune for a fun idea! S.

This is thoughtful and searching Ozy, thank you for posting it - and it's very good to see you writing again.

The person above me is a Sexy, Sexy Man of Terra (and chocolate.)

I don't know how I missed this. I love descriptions of a moment, a detail - where time slackens through the telling. Nice one, thanks. Harpy

She sighs and stares and pulls her hair, at Cerulean's thinking. I just know this - it's not remiss to get that coinage clinking. You take your cakes and fond keepsakes and I'll add up his earnings, Romance of sorts is found in noughts, pro rata to my yearnings. If love's the song to which we dance, it's really not surprising, That I conclude with a non-rich dude: just why the heck should I sing!!?

I have no use for candy hearts, red roses or a sonnet. Just keep your carpet stretching yards with petals strewn upon it. I’ll shrug if I’m bedecked with pearls while men swoon at my graces, And I shall yawn if every dawn sees duels at 40 paces. Plain cash or cheque will do for me (or check if you’re pedantic) And that’s not brash or lacking class, it’s simply unromantic.

There are some really lovely touches in this, I've come back to it and re-read several times - thanks for posting. Harpy

Rune and buddies - it's a hoot! Wonderful to see such romping, enjoyable RP. It's a long time since something's made me banana-grin like this! Can't wait to see how the story turns out. I just wanted to say a big thanks for posting it, without barging into your thread. I hope this is the right place to do so, I'm a little rusty. Harpy

Harpy meets Cerulean's embarrassed exit with a grin. Well, grin in the sense of sharp teeth sliding over greased lips. She struts to the centre of the assembly, holds up a weenie in one hand and a quail in the other. It is not until one of her minions whispers something into her ear, that she dips her hand back into her pouch of Random But Handy Items and replaces the quail with a quill. Still contemplating a suitable title for herself, Harpy strides off to antagonise Cerulean a little more.

Hmmm... he has the word Scarlet in his sig. That HAS to be a good start!