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Post by rose on Feb 22, 2008 19:00:24 GMT -5
The Ocean of Tears, as it was known within her family, was particularly choppy that morning, the waves issuing threats of pulling idle swimmers and waders down beneath their icy grey depths. The nature of the water, however, did not deter her from standing knee deep within its grip, the skirt of her gaudy orange silk robe lackadaisically hitched up on one side with her left hand, the right delving into a pouch fastened to her belt (a distinct baby blue lace band wrapped about her waist).
"Come along my little friends!" She called out to the water surrounding her, as a handful of hard yellow spirals cascaded down onto the surface, causing ripples before they were engulfed by the waves. "You must eat up, for that is the only way you'll live the day with your full strength!"
When the pasta was carried away by the current, Moonpyg merely plunged her hand back into the pouch and tossed more into the lake, frowning as she contemplated why the fish weren't feeding.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 19:18:49 GMT -5
Walking around in solitude, thinking and brooding like some kind of emo mortal, was usually Armand's forte. But Alexander was prone to his bouts of quality 'me' time, if he felt it suited his mood. And today, easily tempered and generally moody, was a good mood to be alone in. Things in a five foot radius of himself had been prone to suddenly combust for no explicable reason all day.
He was a bit annoyed when he realized he wasn't alone. He was walking along the beach, and it was the shore that bordered Nightmare territory. Being annoyed became something of a distant temptation when he got a good look at her though, and it only dimmed more the longer he watched. Observing the weird girl throw.... pasta, was it?... into the lake was too weird to muster any proper annoyance.
Curiosity piqued, he stopped his walk, hands in his pocket, content to be amused by her antics for the moment.
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Post by rose on Feb 22, 2008 19:28:18 GMT -5
Genuinely confused as to why nothing was devouring her offerings to the scaled members of the community, and unaware of anything else but the welfare of the creatures, Moonpyg popped a piece of pasta into her mouth, crunching the uncooked object into smaller fragments, with a expression of disgust on her face.
"Aah, you'd prefer it soft I see." She smiled whimsically towards the water, dragging herself away from her spot (not before placing a stone where she had stood, to remind her of where she was).
"All I need are some sticks and a rock, and then I can cook your breakfast for you, my darlings." Moonpyg was still musing aloud as she traversed the beach, all but oblivious to Alexander's presence some few feet away from her.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 22:15:47 GMT -5
Alexander watched her, as still as stone, a mixture of confused, amused and frightened. He turned his head slightly, glancing around the beach for he didn't even know what. A reality check? Someone to be like, Yeah, I see her too. She's for real.
He sauntered over to her and as casual as possible, tapped her shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked.
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Post by rose on Feb 23, 2008 11:38:24 GMT -5
Moonpyg was muttering to herself contently, attention buried deep in her hunt for suitable firewood on the sand. Of course, much of the driftwood sparsely scattered across the beach was saturated with water, therefore unappropriate for her needs.
Then there came the tap on her back. Turning her head around to peer through her spectacles at Alexander (after pushing them further up the bridge of her nose) she kept a calm, straight face.
"I'm trying to cook the fish their breakfast." She informed him, in a tone which implied that this was the most normal thing in the world to do. "They don't like their food al dente, it would seem."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 23, 2008 18:23:35 GMT -5
"Of course," he said, playing along. "Fish have to eat too, after all." And they apparently favored pasta. And not raw. Who would have known?
He did a two-second analysis of her, and decided she'd make an excellent distraction.
"Can I help? I'm pretty handy with fire."
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Post by rose on Feb 23, 2008 18:52:09 GMT -5
"Exactly!" Moonpyg nodded enthusiastically, readjusting her glasses which had slipped once again in the bobbing of her candy-floss coloured head. "I was so stupid to think that they'd eat it uncooked- they don't have teeth like we do." She pursed her lips, staring at him expectingly, awaiting an agreement with her statement.
"It would save me a job!" Moonpyg beamed, clasping her hands together in excitement- not before thrusting the pouch of pasta towards him. "I would be very, very grateful if you did, Brother Nightmare. And in return, I could help you with something!"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 24, 2008 17:46:57 GMT -5
Brother Nightmare? He examined the bag of noodles in his hand for a moment before saying, "Sure."
He shot her a bemused look. She could help him something? He doubted it.
"I don't suppose you have a bowl, or something to put these in," he said slowly, without high hopes.
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Post by rose on Feb 28, 2008 17:17:57 GMT -5
"A bowl?" She echoed with a skeptical expression on her animated face, brows raised in disbelief at his question. "Why would I need a bowl? There's plenty of sand here, look."
Moonpyg began to dig with her hands, creating a small circular hole just in front of her. Upon completing her makeshift container, she grinned at him triumphantly.
"See, there is no need for me to waste a bowl on cooking. Nature has given us all we need to prepare the fish their breakfast!"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 28, 2008 23:12:00 GMT -5
Alrighty then.
He peered down into her "bowl" with skepticism. "Of course. Silly me."
It was worth a try, he supposed. He transferred the "bowl" closer to the water edge, so that every fifth wave would wash over it and fill it with lake water. The water stayed in the mini-crater. Sort of.
He dipped the tip of his pointer finger in it, and immediately the water frothed and boiled and steamed. And hey, it was already seasoned. He dumped the bag of noodles in. They cooked for a few minutes, before another wave washed over and carried about a third of the noodles out to sea.
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