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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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As Vlad walks in carrying whatlooks to be heaps of useless metal, other pennites curteously clear a path for him. More likely because they'd prefer to avoid impalement, ranther than etiquitte, but they all watched him intently anyways.

Finally arriving at a table, the lich dumped his items on the wood surface with a deep groan.

 

Reaching for a model of plantes orbiting a star, Vlad sets it up on one edge of the table. Carefully placing an astrolabe and a Newton's Cradle nearby, he begins muttering...

 

"Now you know... due to fluctuations in the cosmic paths and gravitational red shift..."

 

He paused for a moment to draw a chalk-line leading from a mirror to the now-observant Yui.

 

"She wasn't actually born... on... this... day..." he finished, at the same time looking up, and finding himself face to face with a none too pleased Mistress of Shadows.

 

"Err... Happy Birthday Yui!" Vlad stammered while pushing most of the items he'd brought to the floor with a heavy thud. "I brought cake!" he managed to exclaim through a toothy grin, and pointed at the remaining items on the table.

 

The Huntress forced out a laugh, and went to celebrate with less eccentric well-wishers.

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a belated happy birthday, I hope it was wonderful for you!

and just think, with belated wishes you get to expand the birthday celebrations! ;)

 

Ayshela sends a small handful of borrowed kitten minions to weave about Yui's ankles. One adventurous minion promptly climbs Yui's cloak to perch on her shoulder, tickling her ear and purring softly.

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Wyvern dashes into the Cabaret Room as fast as his swiftness-potion-enhanced scaly legs can carry him. He darts past Vlad's solar system display in a flash of crimson scales, causing the model to spin like a miniature intergalactic dradle. He then slams a foot on the ground, raising dust as he screeches to a narrow halt in front of Knight's sharply jointed armor. Breathing a sigh of relief, the lizard plants a plank of wood into the ground and jingles the carnival bells connected to it with a claw.

 

"Sssorry, I'm late." The kitten minion on Yui's shoulder raises its fur and hisses as Wyvern turns. "Fashionably late, of course. There's a Beauty Pageant going on, after all."

 

The crowds of well-wishers stare at Wyvern in silence for a long moment. The lizard grunts, then takes out an empty swiftness potion vial and a pair of worn out dance shoes as proof. He parades the evidence in front of the spectators, then turns and approaches Yui.

 

"Was a little detained by this dance-off thing. They had the neatest little neon disco ball pouch for firsssst prize, but the judges didn't approve of my 60 miles-per-hour Saturday Night Fever. Substance abuse or something. Anyway..."

 

Wyvern reaches into his pocket and pulls out an Anti-Rain Check for an Almost Dragonic Pouch™.

 

"A brand new pouch for carrying trinkets is currently in developement." Wyvern sneers and snatches one of the kitten minions scurrying around on the floor. He measures the kittens face with his claws as he speaks. "Yessss, weeelllllll in developement. Expect a kitty-oriented design, maybe some snappy phrase below it as well."

 

Yui-chan frowns as Wyvern struggles to stuff the kitten minion into a bag. Several bites, scratches, and back-and-forth hissings later, the lizard turns to make an escape. He pauses on his way out, however, and races back to give Yui a quick hug.

 

"Happy Birthday Yui."

 

Having said this, Wyvern hop-skip-bounces away before another word is spoken, propelled by the anger clouding Ayshela's visage.

 

;-)

 

OOC: Hope you had a great one, Yui. :)

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