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| Topic Started: Apr 6 2012, 03:03 PM (344 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Apr 6 2012, 03:03 PM Post #1 |
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A ways away from the town of Thymera, there was a small farm. And on this small farm, lay a shack. Now this small cottage, shack, thing, was quite a silly place. Despite being a ways away from the gang who shouted "Ni" and therefor free from their scoundrel ways, the two who lived there still seemed to have a problem getting by. Now this could have been due to lack of water for their crops, or perhaps the lack of manpower available to them to get all these crops together and take of them properly, but neither of these reasons were the case. Rather, the problem was the man of the farm. William Vagrantey, though a decently together man, was a derp. And being such a thing was dangerous for a developing farm, especially since he was a dragon rider, and had the ability to control fire. His control was limited, and he more often than not lost control of the element, which was the main reason over half of their crops burned down each year. At this point the seemingly annual event didn't shock his wife Charlotte, or their cat Sir NutterButters, nor did it alarm their cow Princess Beyonce. So when the fire started on a cool spring morning, Princess Beyonce simply shifted away and continued eating, and Sir NutterButters didn't even stir from his nap in a patch of sunlight. Watching this from a distance, was the man of the house William. The man was tall and thin, weak in appearance, and also seeming a bit odd. With his hands on his hips he watched the flames lick at his crops with an unreadable expression. Almost thoughtlessly one hand raised to his face, and his finger lodged in his nose. "Hmm." Was the only sound that escaped him, as though he was unbothered that money was being burned in front of his eyes. Suddenly, it seemed to click in his mind that his crops were on fire. "HOLY HELL!" He shouted, jumping as both arms were thrown in the air to flail about. Running around in circles for a bit he needed a plan, and fast. Looking about his properly he spied the well with it's rusted black pump. Grabbing a bucket he rushed to the stone circle and quickly pumped water into the bucket, with exaggerated movements. Tossing the water on the uncontrollable flames, he rushed back to the well and refilled his bucket, but realized he would be unable to stop the fire spreading alone. Whistling, he called to his dragon, temporarily named Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Thread, and he managed to control the flames with the help of his dragon. Satisfied that not everything had burned down, he did a small victory dance for approximately twenty minutes, in which that time Princess Beyonce glanced at him a number of times before meandering off to the other side of the meadow. Sir NutterButters ignored his owner and rolled on his back, exposing his stomach to the sun. William dusted himself off and smoothed down his clothes, and sauntered into the house with the air of a man who actually knew what he was doing. |
 
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| Deleted User | Apr 6 2012, 04:26 PM Post #2 |
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From within her small kitchen, Charlotte perked up at the smell of something burning. 'Maybe there's another witch in town,' she thought to herself. Oh how the townspeople loved to burn those witches, especially after one had went on a rampage turning people into newts left and right. Luckily, they all got better. She looked up from her window as she pointlessly swept the dirt floor below her. Simply unfazed by the blaze in the field a few yards away, Charlotte continued sweeping. As she moved around the open room, Charlotte came to the simple cabinets in the corner and stopped a moment to look in them. Food supply was low. Pursing her lips together in the testy manner she had so perfected, Charlotte clutched to her broom as she heard her husband shouting. No doubt he was too busy trying to poke his brain with his index finger to notice that their source of income was burning away as usual. With a heavy sigh, Charlotte was standing in the doorway watching. Slowly, Charlotte glanced around at all the animals nonchalantly lounging around as if nothing was going on. The cow was grazing away, the cat was napping and the dog was peeing on the side of the house. Yep, this was pretty much full normality. Charlotte also stood and watched her husband for a good ten out of the twenty minutes he danced before shaking her head and walking back inside the house to sweep the dirt off the dirt. She swept for another ten minutes before looking up as her husband came in the house. Her expression turning into that of the pokerface sort, Charlotte quietly snuck up behind him, her broom in hand, deciding to bring him back down to earth. She swung the broom hard, hitting him on the back of the legs before waiting for him to turn around to face her face that was silently judging him. But of course this was all part of the norm. Charlotte didn't say a word for she knew as soon as she turned around there would be no hope for any desire to speak; yet again, this was the norm. |
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