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Post by ARIN FARKAS on Feb 27, 2013 14:24:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] "We're here."
Morir, the volcanic islands. Located a long way from the City of the Guilds, reaching this place demanded time, patience - in her case, patience was a priority considering her company - and, most importantly, a boat for a safe travel. After reaching shore and setting the anchor, the duo stepped off their ride for the much wanted feeling of dry land under their feet.
However, soon after making herself known to Morir's atmosphere, Arin was victimized by the extreme temperature. A groan escaped her throat as she passed a hand to her forehead, her brown locks wavering from the contact. It was already pearling in sweat, she noticed when she saw her moistened hand. The halfling sighed, her gaze turning to her partner momentarily.
"And here I thought it wouldn't be so bad..." She muttered under her breath as she neatly tucked her hands in her pockets, fiddling the ballpoint pen inside one of them around in an attempt to distract herself from the heat. It didn't work.
Of course, the reason why the duo took the decision to wander around in such a volcanic area wasn't because of a sudden urge for a well-deserved vacation - if anything, Arin felt like she didn't deserve being so close to a mountain of death's boiling temperature. Quite the contrary, the whole motive of their little trip was all about them being on a job. Earlier this week, Arin was met with the sight of a wanted ad stuck on the local request board and, after reading it twice to be certain of its credibility, snagged it away once she saw the payment. It was quite the good sum for a simple monster hunt, the request demanding the equipment and horns of an Ogre. She had never seen one her whole life, and the opportunity to slay one was too good to skip. Thus, Arin jumped on the job and rushed it to her partner, the duo taking a boat ride to Morir soon thereafter.
"Let's finish this quickly, okay?" Now if only she didn't have to deal with how hot it was. She fanned her coat around, attempting to give herself a small breeze to cool herself as she sighed. | [atrb=valign,top] words. 372 tag. ailia notes. the first of many adventures involving arin & ailia.
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Post by Ailia Reist on Feb 27, 2013 15:58:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? Arin's idea to embark to the volcanic islands was little more than the greatest idea ever. Well, at least it was to the hyperactive little friend she had known as Ailia. Everything was the greatest idea when it involved fun and adventures and monster hunting! Yes, it was most certainly the greatest idea her halfling friend had come up with yet! The chance to face down a brutal ogre, like heroines in an epic story, in order to lay claim to the ogre's horns and return them to the person who'd placed the wanted ad!
It was almost as exciting as potentially defeating an Egg Bear.
Of course, no ogre could come to the same level of epicosity as an Egg Bear, no sir. That would be completely illogical! No being could dare to stand against the might of the Egg Bear, except for one fearsome warrior; Ailia Reist, a magitechnology adept armed with an array of polearms at her behest! Smart, beautiful, and charming, she would be the one to defeat the Egg Bear, even if it meant taking down ogres in the process!
Triumphantly she strolled off the ship, nevermind the fact that she nearly tripped over the first rock her feet came across. She wasn't that much of a klutz that she would be foiled by a rock! No, a mere faceplant because of it was nothing more than a flesh wound, something that could be brushed off without a single second thought!
And brush it off, she did. Almost as if she'd never faceplanted in the first place, despite the dirt she wiped off her face.
"Come on, Arin! Don't let the heat get you down! We're going to conquer this volcanic island as if it were the flames of hell itself! But first, we should get some food. I'm kind of hungry. I really really want to try some of the local food. I've heard they make really good cookies. Do you like cookies? I like cookies, and I think they're delicious and full of nutrients for warriors like us! I don't think there's any way we can take down an ogre on an empty stomach, do you?!" Her ranting would have been nothing new to Arin, particularly when she went off on a tangent like this.
"Plus, there's also one thing I've heard about the cookies they make on this island," she added, whispering quietly into Arin's ear. "I hear they make ones that have some sort of weird ingredient in them that can make your chest grow bigger. That's why women like to come here if they have a small bust, because they'll go back home far larger than what they were before. Sounds like something perfect for you!" Giggling profusely, Ailia scuttled off, her polearm strapped to her back in its compact travel form.
"Come on, let's go you slowpoke washboard!" well, she does like to poke fun at arin's chest size. |
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Post by ARIN FARKAS on Feb 27, 2013 19:35:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Shut up, you're making it hard to breathe. Arin bit the inside of her cheek as she held back her retort to the blonde's ranting. Honestly, how in the seven circles of hell was Ailia able to move around like that without dying from exhaustion? The monkey's eyes narrowed into an annoyed glare as she tried to filter out her partner's words, however she couldn't fully ignore its contents.
It just got worse when Ailia trailed off on another subject, this time whispering in her ear. While the sensation of his fellow hunter's breath contacting her sensitive lobe made her slightly ticklish, the contents of the blonde's speech made Arin draw out a bit of blood from biting down too hard on her cheek. Her hands balled into fists inside her pockets and her teeth started grinding on each other. Maintain yourself, Arin; you can't let her get to you like that. She tried to convince herself, but it had the completely opposite effect once her supposed friend giggled away and hammered that last nail. The brunette took a deep breath as she made an about-face in Ailia's direction, fury written all over her eyes.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Her foot angrily stomped the ground before she made her way to where the blonde was standing. Her footsteps were loud, exaggerated. Once she reached her, Arin made herself appear taller as she loomed into Ailia, obviously trying to make a point. "I don't want to hear that from a midget! Midget! Shortie!" She poked at her partner's collarbone as she repeated her insult.
She breathed hard through her nose, fuming in anger. The problems she had with the heat were temporarily forgotten as she focused on the target of her ire. "By the way, if you didn't look around first, you should know that we're NOT anywhere close to a town!" She extended her arms and gestured at the duo's surroundings to emphasize her words. "We're in unknown territory! The temperature is melting me! No locals, no villages, no tribes and there are no damn cookies!" She panted for a few seconds, and a frustrated sigh escaped her as she turned away. | [atrb=valign,top] words. 364 tag. ailia notes. you were just waiting for our first thread so you could diss arin's chest, weren't you?
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Post by Ailia Reist on Feb 27, 2013 19:50:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way?
While Arin had the tendency to look like a very, very frightening individual, Ailia had a tendency to look like a frightened cat whenever that happened. Granted, it was usually directed at her, and so, she'd become used to it, but that didn't make it any easier. As Arin approached her, absolutely looming over the shorter blonde, Ailia almost cowered from her halfling friend...
Until her height was brought into the equation.
"HEY! I'M NOT SHORT, I'M NOT A MIDGET, I'M FUN-SIZED!" the blonde squealed in retort, rubbing where Arin had poked her collarbone. "At least being short doesn't make my chest look smaller too!" And with that, she childishly heroically stuck her tongue out at her fellow guild member. Arin's continuing statement, however, was lost to the wind as Ailia began to ravage around. She did catch the part about there being no village, even though she was pretty sure there was supposed to be one around here.
We're in unknown territory! The temperature is melting me! No locals, no villages, no tribes and there are no damn cookies!"
"Hey! Arin! Look here, look here! Lookit!" It should have been obvious that Ailia hadn't listened to a word her friend had said, which wasn't abnormal. She was, after all, enamoured by her search for the missing cookie. She was a cookie detective! Surely there had to be some sort of edible deliciousness in the form of baked sweets on this particular island! Picking it up, she turned towards the halfling and pointed to the object in her hand.
"Does this look like a cookie?" It certainly did... Somewhat. Who would've thought that a piece of smooth volcanic rock could so easily resemble a cookie? Maybe they were volcanic cookies! Yes, that made a lot of sense now -- of course they would have volcanically-created cookies on a volcanic island! Nevertheless, she continued to stare dumbly at it, wondering if it was really an edible cookie. After all, some things that were edible certainly looked the opposite. Common mushrooms, for example! Ailia hated mushrooms, but she knew they were edible at least.
"I mean, it's kind of the shape of a cookie, but it might be a volcanic cookie! That makes lots of sense, considering it's a volcanic island; the locals must be skilled at making volcanic cookies! Except it doesn't look very edible, although I think it might be like mushrooms, because mushrooms never look edible and even if they taste kinda gross and have a really weird gross texture they're edible and won't kill you. Except the poisonous ones of course. But those ones taste even funnier and definitely don't taste edible. Do you think this would taste edible?"
She stared at the rock briefly.
"I'm gonna keep it. Even if it's not really a cookie, it'll make a good pet cookie rock."
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Post by ARIN FARKAS on Feb 28, 2013 23:53:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Arin crossed her arms over her chest as she turned her face to glare daggers at that insulting person she considered a friend. Ailia was such a child sometimes - actually, scratch that, she did that all the time. The halfling rubbed her eyes, exhasperated. Honestly, the only fun-sized thing about the blonde was... sigh. Arin decided to ignore her puerile attempt at a comeback, opting to spend her energy on matters she considered more important.
"Hey! Arin! Look here, look here! Lookit!"
"Don't ignore me!" There she went again, running off without a single care in the world. After spending so much time around the shorter female, Arin still had no idea what kind of stuff was going through that hyperactive mind of hers.The brunette started walking at a slow pace and headed for whatever Ailia wanted to show her, the decision to humor her still fresh in her thoughts. She did know it wasn't anything worth noting, and that it was probably another of the blonde's shenanigans. She looked over her partner's shoulder, but she soon realized that it was a meaningless action once the latter turned around to show her friend that little something she found, exposing it with pointless pride. The halfling bit her lip; her intuition was as spot on as ever.
A sigh escaped her for the umptenth time, her eyes settling on the so-called cookie that was actually... a rock. It most likely came from the volcano. The heat made itself known once again as the young girl got reminded of the temperature and the pearling sweat on her forehead. 'No matter how you look at it, it's just a rock.' "Fine, just keep it." Although she sounded dismissive of Ailia's declaration, a pensive frown passed briefly on Arin's features, her hand rubbing her chin as her eyes squinted in contemplation. "Hmm..."
Suddenly, her mind gave birth to something devious. The brunette's eyes re-opened and drifted toward Ailia's colorful gaze. A cookie, huh?
"How about cooking it later?" She started, her eyebrows raising above her forehead as she made a suggestion. "For all I know, it might be a delicacy when baked over an open fire." Let's see if Ailia was guilible enough to believe her lie. Arin replaced her staff's strap over her shoulder and started walking off, trying not to focus too much on the heat. She should've been wearing something lighter.
| [atrb=valign,top]words. 403 tag. ailia notes. you better watch your butt, lest it be groped by unwanted hands.
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Post by Ailia Reist on Mar 1, 2013 23:40:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? Pet cookie rocks sounded like a very interesting kind of pet, Ailia had finally concluded after staring at the rock for a good thirty seconds or so. You didn't have to feed them, because they would be a type of food of course, and they were great for having staring contests with because you could always win! You'd never lose an argument with them either like you might with a real person, because they'd never be able to come up with an intelligent counter-argument, either. There also wouldn't be a lot of cleaning up after them to do, and you wouldn't have to tire yourself out playing with them.
Yep. Pet cookie rocks were definitely great.
Ailia saw the wheels turning in Arin's head, and as a result she tilted her head to the side, quite curious as to what her halfling friend was coming up with.
"How about cooking it later? For all I know, it might be a delicacy when baked over an open fire."
The blonde's eyes lit up in excitement as she put the rock in her pocket.
"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA, ARIN! YOU'RE A GENIUS!" She was literally bouncing with excitement at the idea. What better to try out the cookie rock than to cook it over an open fire, considering that was what you had to do with normal cookies, right? There had to be some sort of similarity! She never had a doubt in her mind that Arin came up with some of the greatest ideas ever with how to handle things. She would have to make sure that her friend would honorably get the first taste of the delicacy of volcanic cookies that resembled rocks.
"OKAY!" she said very enthusiastically, pumping a fist into the air. "There's supposed to be a cave just up the hill from here. That's where they said the ogre was, right, in a cave? Right next to the big giant pit of lava in the center of the volcano, right? I mean they do say ogres live in caves and all, so if there's a cave up on the hill and we're searching for an ogre, the best place I think would be to look for a cave. Unless he's a really strange ogre, then he might be living in a different cave, and we were wrong, or maybe he doesn't even live in a cave at all. Maybe he lives in an underground hole of some sort, which is definitely different than a cave." It was still a wonder that Ailia had so much energy considering the temperature of the air. Strangely enough, the girl had hardly broken a sweat. Sure, it was far higher temperatures than normal, but the level of energy the blonde had was, by most peoples' standards, completely ridiculous.
It didn't take them long to reach the cave, nor for them to realize the fact that it was pitch-black inside. Ailia contemplated for a moment. They would definitely need a torch. She could see one near the entrance that someone had left there, and even though it had some weird dried red substance on the top of it, and it kind of resembled a club, it ought to work just like a torch. She thought that someone might have been bludgeoned over the head with it, but... No, that was completely illogical! Why in the heck would somebody want to bludgeon someone over the head with a torch?! It was, after all, a torch.
Grabbing it triumphantly, she stabbed the smaller end into the dirt, allowing it to stand upright, and grabbed the two best-looking rocks she could find. She was bound and determined to light it!
She struck the rocks together, to no avail.
Frowning, she struck them together again, with no results.
Becoming quite frustrated, she began to furiously strike the rocks together again and again, trying to create some sort of spark with which she could light the makeshift torch. and the ridiculousness continues. |
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Post by ARIN FARKAS on Mar 2, 2013 14:57:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Ailia fell for it. Deep inside, Arin was positively beaming at the blonde's gulibility. The brunette was already imagining the scene, the image of her friend tearing up when she would discover that she had been tricked into biting a rock. She also visualized Ailia's face, cupped by her hand as she massaged her aching jaw, staring up to her while crying out her name. Arin's inner sadist shivered in pleasure.
"OKAY!"
She blinked. The sound of Ailia's enthusiastic voice dragged the brunette back from her fantasies, leaving her with an expression that could easily be described as blank. Arin's gaze went back to the blonde who, unsurprisingly, began rambling about their next course of action.
This time, Arin didn't bother with the whole filtering, instead listening to every single word that came out of Ailia's motor mouth. A nod in agreement over here, another over there... Did she ever get tired? The shorter female was gesturing so much as she made her speech, flailing her arms around in ways Arin couldn't follow completely. She didn't even have a single drop of sweat on her. "In short, the ogre is in a cave." That sounded quite legitimate, and even Ailia knew her stuff when it came to hunting.
Now if only she could shorten her train of thoughts...
It was soon after reaching the cave that the duo would be greeted with the absence of any lighting inside it. "It seems we'll be needing a torch to proceed. Hmm..." Arin placed her hand to her chin as she gazed at the blonde from the corner of her eye. It appeared her partner had already found something that could be used. She approached and peered over Ailia's shoulder to get a closer look. "Is that...?" Blood? She raised an eyebrow upon inspecting the dried substance. She wasn't really sure about its nature, suspecting that the torch was, in fact, their target's weapon. "Though we might as well use it."
The halfling made for a crouch, hands placed neatly to her knees as she watched Ailia stab the suspicious item into the dirt. The blonde then started to strike a pair of rocks together with the goal of creating a spark that would light up the makeshift torch. She struck once, nothing. Arin propped her head with her hand as she continued spectating, frowning as her partner tried made her second attempt. Nothing. She sighed and sat cross-legged, her hands holding her feet as she balanced back and forth with an annoyed expression. Ailia also seemed to be getting fed up, her actions becoming more furious as her attempts failed.
"... Oh." Her mind had a flash, suddenly remembering something they should've used a long time ago. "Stop, stop. I forgot I had matches somewhere in my coat." Arin went up on her feet and started fishing through her external pockets.
Pens, pencils, a bobby pin... Nothing resembling a box of matches. "Maybe it's on the inside..." She muttered as she did the same thing with her internal pockets. Honestly, she had so many pockets in that specific jacket. Apple gels, orange gels, a thread... She swore under her breath before taking off her coat, spreading it on the dirt and went to her knees. Her tail swished behind her as she searched through every single pocket and placed their contents in the middle of the clothing.
"So... apple gels, orange gels, threads, lip balm, a picture of Ail- ... ribbons, candies and... matches. Yes, matches!" Arin passed what they were looking for at Ailia and, not even missing a beat, quickly placed back the items where they belonged. She went back to her feet and dusted herself before putting her coat back on, her tail circling her waist into a belt. | [atrb=valign,top] words. 628 tag. ailia notes. what does a rock want to be when it grows up? a rockstar.
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Post by Ailia Reist on Mar 4, 2013 20:40:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? Stupid torch, why won't you light up! Ailia's exasperation with the torch they'd found couldn't have been made more obvious by the fury with which the blonde was striking the rocks together. She knew it, she just knew it! Rocks were capable of making fire if you struck them together! She didn't see any sticks nearby, so she couldn't carve out a little hole or something to furiously rub a stick in, and there wasn't sunlight and she didn't have a magnifying glass, either. Why Ailia knew all the different ways to light things on fire, nobody knew. And they probably didn't want to know, either.
"Stop, stop. I forgot I had matches somewhere in my coat."
Ailia paused for a minute, looking from Arin to the coat. As if she'd find it in there! That coat had more pockets than Ailia had brain cells. Wait, wasn't that an insult to herself? Briefly, she pondered, and no, it couldn't be, because that thing had a ton of pockets. As a result, she now came to the conclusion that Arin's jacket had more pockets than Ailia had brain cells, and she was sticking to it! That certainly had to say a lot about the Reist girl's intelligence; after all, if that coat could hold millions of things, Ailia's mind had to have oodles and oodles of intelligence!
Seeing as it was going to take her friend forever to find the matches, Ailia furiously went back to work striking the rocks together, still attempting to make a spark with them. She would perform this feat successfully and be able to confidently say that she'd made a fire with rocks! Just like she could so confidently say that she'd once thrown a stolen apple into a crowd at the market, after she'd managed to miraculously light it on fire!
Soon, however, the matches were shoved into her hand, and the fun was over. Well. Matches kinda had rock like things on them, didn't they? Except she did notice that the strip where you were supposed to strike the match was all worn off. Well, what kind of matches were these, magical spontaneous combusting ones? She stared at them, briefly, contemplating. Then it dawned on her. She could strike it against the rock to light it! With a delighted cheer, she swiftly pulled out a match, struck it along the length of the rock, and it flared to life, causing their makeshift torch to also flare to life, throwing the scene around them into high relief.
"VICTORY! WE NOW HAVE LIGHT WITH WHICH WE CAN SLICE THROUGH THE DARKNESS OF THE VOLCANIC CAVES!" Ailia was only slightly excited by the prospect of entering a dark cave. No, her enthusiasm was very well hidden, and not made obvious in the slightest. She was the calmest person in the vicinity, and was fooling absolutely nobody with that prospect, as usual.
"Come on, Arin, let's go, let's go, let's go! This is going to be amazing amounts of fun, hunting down this dastardly ogre!" Well, at least she wasn't frightened about facing down an ogre. Most girls her age probably would have been. Then again, most girls weren't members of the Hunter's Guild, either. Nor did they have an obsession with fighting Egg Bears.
Into the caves they ventured, the shorter blonde leading the way with the torch. The caves appeared to be deep, and Ailia could see various pointy things poking up from the ground and from the ceiling. What were they called again? Stalemates? Yeah, stalemates sounded right. Stalemates came from the ceiling, and stalwarts came from the ground.
"Wow, Arin, look at all the stalemates! They're everywhere and they're huge and giant and pointy and... I'm kinda scared they're gonna fall on my head." They did look pretty scary. Very frightening. Ailia stopped for a moment, holding the torch up towards them.
And soon, they were assaulted by a swarm of bats.
Ailia didn't believe it was bats, though.
"AAAAAAAAAH ARIN THE CEILING IS FALLING IN ON US, WE'RE GOING TO DIE HERE, TWO LITTLE GIRLS WHO HAVEN'T ACCOMPLISHED ANYTHING!" Ailia wailed as the bats swarmed down upon them. The torch was forgotten on the ground, although thankfully it was still burning. Her wails and cries echoed throughout the cavern as the bats swarmed out, the frightened blonde clinging to her friend's coat as she began to sink to her knees in fright and, once they were gone, the blonde calmed down.
"Phew. We survived. It's magic!" Stopping for another moment to pick up the torch, she felt her stomach grumble, and she whimpered. She hadn't eaten anything since they got off the ship, and that was a really long time for someone who liked eating as much as Ailia did. Therefore, she turned to her halfling friend, a pout on her face.
"Arin. I'm hungry. I wanna eat something." and the ridiculousness continues. |
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Post by ARIN FARKAS on Mar 8, 2013 21:00:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] The torch was soon lit, and Ailia jumped from understated enthutiasm. Boy, was she excited. A small smile was brought to her lips as Arin watched her partner being her usual self. Even the brunette herself was a bit excited from finally having a source of light to guide them through the dark caves. A quiet sound, resembling a laugh, escaped her lips as she placed her hand inside her pocket.
"Yes, yes, yes. Just lead the way and I'll follow you." Arin's head nodded on each pause, her tone softening up a little, a good contrast from earlier. She watched her friend walk on ahead, torch in hand as she started venturing through the area. "... and wait for me." Deciding it wouldn't be good to lag behind, the brunette pulled Chilling Blaze's strap up her shoulder and made a short jog to catch up.
As they ventured into the caves, Arin settled her pace and walked behind Ailia as the latter guided them with a lit torch held high. Their steps echoed every time their feet hit the ground and, ignoring the blonde, happened to be the only sounds her ears could catch. Her green orbs wandered around, gazing at their surroundings as she took in the sight of large, majestic stalagmites sticking out of the dark ceilings of the ogre's lair. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in awe.
Her friend spoke and, although she said stalagmite wrong, voiced the very same thoughts she was having about the area. "I know right?" A slight excitement could be detected in her words. "I've never thought stalagmites could be this impressive." The halfling bumped into her friend, not having noticed the blonde's uncharacteristic lack of movement. She blinked, her eyes looking down to meet the back of her friend's head in confusion. "What's wrong, Ailia?" Her inquiry was soon answered as she heard shrill noises in the background, getting louder and louder until their owner- nay, owners- appeared in her line of sight.
Bats. Lots of bats. There were so many bats that all she could see were the wild animals that were flying down to meet whoever intruded on their territory.
"AAAAAAAH!" Very much like Ailia, Arin's reaction was one of fear. Her body shook from head to feet as she covered herself under her coat, eyes completely shut. She felt her friend grabbing on to her, and soon enough the duo would find themselves trembling in their boots as the bats assaulted them with their cries, swarming out of the caves. A sob escaped her and, as her instinct of wanting to hold something overcame her, grabbed on to Ailia as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's torso. Arin held on to her friend for a while even after the bats had left the vicinity.
"Phew. We survived. It's magic!"
It wasn't until she heard Ailia speak that the brunette realized what she had been doing. "Aa-" Her eyes widened as she promptly backed away, arms comically spread out. She looked around. They were gone. "They're really gone... right?" The bats had terrified her to the point of tears, the wetness starting to flow down her cheeks as she turned around and frantically began to wipe them away. 'Ugh... what am I doing?' She berated herself for having such an embarrassing moment of vulnerability. A sniff came out of her, and after passing her sleeve to her eyes for a final time, Arin turned to face Ailia, the latter looking at her with a pout.
"Arin. I'm hungry. I wanna eat something."
"..." She stood there, silent as she took in her friend's composure. While the brunette's muscles were still tense and shaking in terror, the other female had regained her calm, asking for food as if the bats had never existed. The bats. Arin felt the tears welling up in her eyes once again. This time, her voice couldn't be held back. She sobbed, and soon enough she started crying. She was loud, and it wasn't a pretty sight to witness. The bats. The bats. The bats. She tried to speak and agree with the idea of eating something, but all that came out were unintellegible, shaken words.
It went on for a few more minutes before she started calming down, rubbing the tears away as she tried to sniff snot back into her nose. Red, puffy eyes looked at Ailia for a moment before turning away. Her stomach started grumbling unelegantly. "... m'hungry." She looked down, then back to the blonde, and drifted to the left. Another sniff. She didn't know where to look. Another sniff. The halfling finally started digging through her inside pockets and took out some snacks she had been keeping on her person. Energy bars and sweets. It wasn't much, but considering they had no way to make a fire it was better than nothing.
After giving half of what she had to her friend and inviting her over, Arin sat on the ground and unwrapped her first energy bar. She took a slow bite and chewed at it, taking her time before swallowing it down her throat. She didn't bother with describing the taste. | [atrb=valign,top] words. 864 tag. ailia notes. the picture above is an understatement of arin's face during this post
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Post by Ailia Reist on Mar 13, 2013 1:42:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? It took Ailia a few seconds to realize that what had happened was not the cave collapsing in on them. It had been a swarm of bats. She knew Arin wouldn't have been traumatized so heavily by something as absurd as the cave collapsing. No, they would have probably ended up running out of the cave, because it would have been dangerous. Bats were not dangerous... Well. Not as dangerous as the ceiling collapsing in on them, that is. Ailia was rarely actually shaken by anything for more than a few seconds, usually because it involved screaming like an idiot to get rid of the fear. That, or she was really just immune to it, and preferred completely ridiculous reactions. Nobody really knew.
Soon, however, she realized her friend's composure wasn't nearly as solid as Ailia's own. Arin broke down in sheer fear of the screeching animals that had come after them. Stupid rodents! How could they scare her friend like that. Ailia was almost panicking by this point. She needed something to attract Arin's attention and distract her! But what possibly could she do? Arin did have a tendency to laugh whenever Ailia fell on her face, didn't she?
"Arin Arin Arin Arin ARIN!" The blonde hollered, leaping up onto a rock. How she still had energy, even when she was hungry, was beyond belief. "I CAN FLY!" She screamed, leaping off the rock, only to land facefirst in the dirt. It wasn't enough of a distance that she would hurt herself, but she did look quite comical doing it. However, it was clearly ineffective, as Arin was still sniffling and sobbing. She needed to do something else, then! But what else could she do?
...A balancing act on a volcanic cookie!
Reaching in her pocket, she set the cookie down, realizing that Arin's fit had finally quit. She was still, however, sniffling. Ailia needed to distract her! Nothing better, however, than a ridiculous showing. Despite the candy sprawled out on the ground and the fact that Arin was eating a really gross-looking energy bar, Ailia opted for comedy. Taking a deep breath, she pumped one fist into the air enthusiastically.
"I WILL BALANCE ON THIS ROCK!" She stepped on to the rock with one foot, balancing herself with the other. In actuality, with the shape of the cookie-rock, she was quite unbalanced. She was swaying from side to side, flailing almost hysterically in an attempt to keep her balance. With a squeal, and quite large amounts of flailing, Ailia once more faceplanted in the dirt. To add more insult to injury, in the process, the cookie-rock had somehow become airbone, bonking the blonde on the head.
"I fell," she said with a pout, squealing as the rock hit her in the head. "Cookie rocks aren't good for balancing on, Arin. It's a really, really, really bad idea." Still pouting, she stuffed the rock back in her pocket and picked up one of the candies, opening it and munching on it as she sat on the ground resembling a small child. She was definitely not impressed by the failing in her balancing act. That rock should have been better to balance on! and the ridiculousness continues. |
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Post by ARIN FARKAS on Mar 15, 2013 4:39:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] It was with Ailia's first attempt at distracting her that Arin began to show signs of calming down. She had seen none of it, however, only having heard the sounds of the short blonde mixed with her own crying. She could hear her name being repeated over and over, followed by the sound of someone faceplanting in the ground. Was Ailia doing something stupid again? She didn't know, and she didn't care at the moment. Arin's mind was currently busy focusing on those terrifying rodents.
Her partner's second attempt was, on the other hand, a bit more successful than her first. By then, the brunette had finally calmed down from her fit and settled on sitting on the ground, a seemingly tasteless energy bar in her hand. Again, her friend's shouts travelled to her ears and brought up her attention for the upcoming show she would be witnessing.
She watched Ailia attempting to balance herself on the volcanic rock her friend had been holding on to since earlier, eventually making weird noises and flailing her arms around until she finally fell flat on her face, a squeal coming out of her like the noise of a squeaky toy. The corner of Arin's lips quirked a little as she saw the so-called cookie rock fall back comically on the blonde's head, the latter squealing once again.
It was when she spoke the obvious that Arin found herself unable to contain her reborn amusement, a soft giggle escaping her lips as they curved into a half-smile. "Of course it's not a good idea." The giggle evolved into a short-lived laugh as she repeated her words in her thoughts. "Idiot." Her voice softened, the slightest hint of fondness encased in that single insult.
She sniffed one last time as she wiped the remaining tears that clouded her vision and scooted a bit closer to her friend to sit beside her. Her hand reached for the blonde's head and rested on top of it, absentmindedly moving it in a fashion very reminiscent of what one would do when petting a dog. When she realized what she was doing, however, Arin soon snatched her hand away, growing a bit flustered. "I-I was just checking your head! Are you okay?! That looked like it hurt! I wasn't doing this because you cheered me up or an- Ugh..." Her arms stopped their intense gesturing and went to her chest as she gave up trying to find an excuse. "Thanks." Her gaze strayed from Ailia's frame as she muttered her gratitude.
Her eyes went to possible options of distracting herself from her embarrassment. The energy bar was still available in her hand, so the brunette took the opportunity to take another bite out of it. She chewed once, twice, thrice... her eyes widened in disgust before starting to spit it out of her mouth.
"This is what I've been eating since earlier!?" Arin gave an outraged look at the offending food. Disgusting, ark, yuck, ew no! The whole thing was like a mixture of peanut butter that turned wrong. Her arm reached back and, with enough force, threw the energy bar away from her, deeper into the cave where both girls couldn't see. Sigh. Her eyes went to Ailia and the candy she was eating. "Let's just stick to can-"
Graaaarh!
"-dy?" The halfling blinked at the sound. It was a deep, guttural growl, and it came out of the spot where she had thrown the energy bar at.
Arin's eyes narrowed as she got up and backed away from the noise. Her hand reached for her beloved weapon and grabbed it. She pointed the butt of Chilling Blaze in the darkness' general direction. "Ailia!" It was their target. She was sure of it. They must have woken the ogre up with all the noise they were making...
... or probably because it tried to eat the disgusting energy bar and found out that it wasn't to his liking, therefore demanding compensation for an insult to his taste buds. | [atrb=valign,top]words. ~660 tag. ailia notes. it's not like i'm attacking you because you gave me stomach burn or anything, fleshbags.
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Post by Ailia Reist on Mar 21, 2013 1:58:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE DRIVING we gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way? Stupid rocks. They should have been designed better for balancing acts. They had to be useful for other things, though. Ailia thought about the cookie rock for a moment. Perhaps it was designed to be edible instead of for balancing acts. Some items after all weren't designed for multi-purpose use; they had only one purpose, and that purpose would be the only purpose they would ever possibly have, because that was the purpose they were designed for in the first place.
Ailia could be so intelligent sometimes.
"Of course it's not a good idea. Idiot." Arin then began patting her head, with a smile on her face. There was kind of a goose egg there from being hit in the head with the rock, but Ailia, oblivious as ever, continued pouting and eating her candy.
"I-I was just checking your head! Are you okay?! That looked like it hurt! I wasn't doing this because you cheered me up or an- Ugh... Thanks." Ailia turned to her friend, grinning like a bright child. Despite the front she put on, she wasn't a complete idiot. She knew Arin had been pretty frightened by the bats, and the only way to cheer her up was silly antics. Not that Ailia didn't act like that on a regular basis; in fact, she enjoyed being fun like that. It made people happy! And of course, laughter is most certainly the best medicine. Of course, only about five percent of the time was it ever on purpose. The other ninety-five it was just Ailia being herself.
"Of course, Arin! Laughter is the best medicine!" With that, she giggled, watching her friend take another bite of the bar. It looked kind of... Dry, and pretty gross. Ailia hadn't heard great things about energy bars like that, so she was still pretty surprised Arin was still eating it. The blonde had tried them once, thinking they would taste like a super awesome and healthy chocolate bar. She was most certainly wrong in that aspect.
"This is what I've been eating since earlier!?" As Arin began to spit out the energy bar and eventually threw it farther into the tunnel, Ailia began laughing hysterically at her friend's antics.
"I told you how gross those were, remember?! I still can't believe you fell for it! Ahahahahahahahahaha!" She was cackling, almost. She remembered telling Arin those were the most disgusting things she'd ever trie,d but then she'd come back the next day -- more specifically, the day before they'd left for this island -- and given them to her, saying they were the most delicious thing ever. There was a particular reason Ailia'd picked the candy over the energy bar. She knew how volatile they tasted.
Her laughter only stopped, however, when a loud sound echoed from the tunnel behind them... Exactly where Arin had thrown the chocolate bar. Correction, completely disgusting peanut-gone-wrong energy bar. The ogre! He'd probably been stupid enough to try the energy bar. Silly ogre. Energy bars are for those without taste buds!
Even as Arin called out her name, Ailia was moving, pulling out her Pow Smasher -- her Magitechnology Polearm of PURE EPICOSITY! -- and revving it up, ready to go. It extended out, forming what appeared to be a large SQUEAKY HAMMER OF DESTRUCTION Pow Hammer at the end, capable of easily downing an enemy with Ailia's frightening power.
"ALL RIGHT YOU DASTARDLY OGRE!" Puffing up her chest, Ailia tried to make herself look bigger and more frightening, more imposing on the ogre. Quite a feat for a girl who stood four and a half feet tall, and a feat that was.... completely lost on the large giant.
"SUPER POW SMASHER HAMMER SMACK ATTACK!" Hardly considered an arte, but it was of enough sheer amazing-ness coming from the little girl that it warranted a new name! Dashing at the ogre as it made its way into the light of their torch, Ailia swung upwards, smacking it hard in the jaw. It didn't actually hurt the ogre, but the sound make a really loud squeaking noise on contact, making the ogre flinch at the sound.
...Only to bat the poor little girl out of range with a lovely backhand thwap! to send her careening back from the force. |
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