Dangerous Games [Dietrich, Cantrell, Open]

[Lucia]

Lucia lay on her belly, legs and arms hanging off to either side of the broad tree branch she was currently resting on, thinking in a rather pleased fashion that she was like a lazy bear. Her chin rested on the gnarled bark, and she attempted a soft, growling sort of sound before dissolving into a fit of giggles. A breeze ruffled through her dress--a cute pink dress that fluttered around her knees when she was standing--and the looseness of the skirts ensured that none of her movements would be hampered.

All in all, she was rather pleased with the day, still riding the giddy feeling that swamped through her when she had received her new sword. Her new flaming sword. She swung her body up from the tree branch, straddling it, as she hugged her new weapon that was safely sheathed, though it still glowed with inner fire.

Her shining white hair was singed in places, a few more strands jagged and uneven, and she was currently nursing a slight burn on her arm that had come from holding the unsheathed sword too close for a second too long. Lucia hadn't quite touched it--the burn would be so much more severe--but she had come close, the urge to bat and play with her new toy almost too much.

"Jealous?" she crooned at her halberd, barely touching the gleaming blade edge with a tip of her finger. Her skin parted like a sigh and a drop of blood welled. Lucia laughed and pressed a hasty kiss to the blade's side as she smeared a nearby leaf with her blood. Both weapons would have looked too large for her on their own, but together it was almost comical.

She craned her head to look around, focusing on The Screaming Lass which was in throwing distance. Well, for a fae, in any case. Close enough that she could observe the fae going in and out of the tavern, and far enough that they would probably overlook her. Lucia tapped her chin. Boredom was setting in, and the best way to assuage it was to play of course.

A brilliant smile lit up her face as she snagged a few rocks from the ground (her tree branch being low-lying, it only took some wiggling and some stretching for her to reach). Lucia gauged the distance, studied her intended targets, cocked her arm back, and let the stones fly.

[Dietrich]

It had been a really slow day for his…business and Dietrich was at his wits end. After another false lead on a magical pendant, he decided to spend the rest of his day in the form of his mantel. His mantel form, the sunset moth, was no longer than five inches long and he had decided that it was hard to measure his wings in his mantel form so he just settled on a foot wide-ish. His wings were like prisms, refracting the sunlight to sparkle many different vibrant colors…kind of like his personality. Flapping his multi colored wings; he decided that he was officially bummed.

He was currently flapping away on a high up branch in some random tree (he hadn’t bothered to see where he was) when he heard a feminine voice from below him in the tree right next to his. Looking down at the white haired woman, he nearly dismissed her so he could return to pouting, when he spotted her weapons. If moths could drool, the fae below him would be drenched. Looking at the sheer craftsmanship of those blades, he honestly could feel his wings itch for a feel of the blades. He knew they were of worth just by the look of them. He wanted those blades!

Calming himself, lest he turn to his humanoid form and fall from the tiny branch he was on, he need not be hasty. He had weeks to plan for! However the smaller woman was another curiosity for Dietrich. Why was the fae carrying two huge blades upon her? Did her hair feel like cotton? Did it taste like angel food cake? She obviously could wield them, otherwise she wouldn’t be carrying them. Dietrich was stuck between remaining unseen and unnoticed so he could steal those magnificent blades, but he was also stuck between his curiosities of the woman. His moth frame was tilting to and fro deciding which way he wanted to go. If he followed his curiosity in the direction of the woman, he probably wouldn’t ever get the blades. He wasn’t the kind of thief to lead someone along to get what he wanted. It was always better for business if one stayed inconspicuous from the person. On the other hand, if Dietrich followed his thieving instincts…he’d get two magnificent blades, but his curiosity would remain unquenched…and that wouldn’t be very pretty. So for the sake of his sanity (well figuratively) he decided to quench his curiosity.

After watching her throw the stones, he decided to make his entrance. Flapping his wings he gracefully floated down on a nearby branch near the woman, but far enough away where he could nimbly slip away should she attack. The light breaking through the leaves landed on his wings and they sparkled prettily, a multi colored entrance. Dietrich was a very strange character obviously. Shifting back to his natural form, his form resting almost naturally on the branch, Dietrich was decked out in his blue jeans, ivory colored dress shirt with gold embroidery on the cuffs, and white tennis shoes. His blood colored hair was loose and curled around his chest and back like fresh bloody waves, sometimes startling in its similarity in looks to the real thing. Looking at the white haired woman, he offered one of his angelic smiles, a humorous light within his cat like orbs.“You know, bigger rocks usually work better.” Dietrich hoped the woman didn’t attack, but if she did he was free to try and steal her weapons in the future. However as it stands, he’d behave for the most part.

[Cantrell]

The human had been out to enjoy a couple of drinks. From inside the dimly lit tavern, he could have alone time to think over recent events and those that happened further back into his past. About half his normal lifespan had been lived through. What was he going to do with the other half? He looked down in his glass and swished around a few remaining drops before downing it all. Once he was finished with drink, he proceeded to get up and head out the door. There was just one problem though. One of his legs had fallen asleep, making it increasingly difficult to move around.

Supporting himself using surrounding pieces of furniture, Cantrell slowly limped his way towards the exit. Each step he took with the bad leg sent a spike of pain all the way up to his spine. He tightly clenched his jaw to prevent himself from making any sounds of pain. At last, he had made his way out of the tavern. Now, there was no more support for getting around, but at least some of the feeling had returned to his leg, and he could somewhat walk normally.

Cantrell looked down at the ground and shielded his eyes from the intense light outside. As he was doing so, he heard a whipping sound as a projectile traveled through the air, dangerously close to his head. Instantly, he snatched the object out of its path and looked at it. "A rock? What is this nonsense?" He glanced over at where the rock had come from and noticed a small figure camping in her branch. Her size compared to that of the weapons she carried was humorous. He hurled the stone back at her and walked over with a light limp. The garlanger had to see for himself who this troublemaker was.

"Hey!" The human shouted, voice full of annoyance as another projectile sailed over him. By now, his mobility had returned to him and he took off in a full sprint, covering the distance with surprising speed.

[Lucia]

Lucia shifted her gaze to the new fae, though she never paused in her rock throwing. A quick glance showed that he was a nimbus and an indulgent smile curled on her lips as she spoke. "I do not want to kill anyone right now." She made a small tsking sound. "I just want to play." She would have said more, perhaps make her way to the branch the nimbus was perched upon, but one of her rocks was caught and she laughed as it was thrown back and she had to duck.

A wild smile flashed across her face as the garlanger--a human?--ran towards her and she jumped off the branch and onto the ground, curving around the tree trunk to peek out, playing shy. Not very well, considering that she had been throwing rocks just a second or so ago, not to mention the excited look on her face. Two to play! She clapped her hands together, a warm, pleased feeling bubbling in her chest. No sidhe, but Lucia wasn't all that choosy with her playmates.

She flipped a flat rock in her hand and flicked it at the nimbus. "Come down," she ordered imperiously, before looking back at the human who looked none too pleased with her. Lucia beamed a smile at him, standing ground (well, behind the tree) as he neared. "You two shall do nicely," she said. She licked her lips and thought of many, many things, but stilled herself. She hadn't yet decided what she wanted to do with them, and it wouldn't do for them to run off on her, so Lucia smiled and waited and fairly emanated good will.

[Dietrich]

Watching the woman throw the rocks at the lucky (or unlucky depending on your view) newcomer. It was obvious the man didn’t approve of being a target, but this was Alanor who cared? However just as soon as it began, the woman jumped from the tree and it all ended. She then addressed him and then both him and the other guy. Dietrich raised an eyebrow at the smaller woman. Her ordering him down was almost funny. Mentally shrugging, he professionally slipped soundlessly from the branch, the distance from branch to ground not far for someone of his height. Looking from the smaller woman to the…human garlanger he guessed, he began to wonder what the little fae had in mind. He hadn’t anything better to do, so he would play along for now.

“And what is it you have in mind for us to do nicely in?” He said softly with light humor, his boyish face alight with curiosity. Dietrich suddenly wondered if it involved sugared cupcakes, swords, and hide ‘n seek. It would be like living de ja vu all over again. He sure did love all three of those things. Nothing like being chased by armored men all because you ate all the cupcakes…and stole the magical jewel crown…which he still was betting it was the cupcakes that sent them into that frenzy all those years ago. It was always the cupcakes.

[Cantrell]

Cantrell had arrived at the tree only to find the little one "cowering" behind the tree. This, spawn of Satan that had been tormenting him earlier, hiding behind a tree, pretending to be shy. But her tricks would not fool him. She appeared small, almost doll-like, but the human knew better. Chances were, old age had turned this terrorist to insanity, but her immortality kept her looking young. It was just a thought though, Cantrell would have to find out for sure. Keeping his face emotionless, as if it were made of stone, the man moved slowly around the tree to get a better look at this, thing.

When he rounded the tree, he moved up and stopped right in front of the little one and looked down. Perhaps he was a bit too close since he could feel the heat radiating off one of her oversized weapons, but he didn't mind. The Garlanger stood at least a taller than the Sidhe, which made it that much easier for him to look down on her. He stood there in silence, hoping to get the unspoken message across. Whatever games this stranger was playing, the Human would come out as the victor. The red headed one would be dealt with later, if the situation called for it.

At last, the annoyed sailor's mouth moved. "Holy Jesus. What have we got here?" On the inside, Cantrell was enjoying himself, but he made sure that his amusement would not show on the outside. Years in the military had perfected this skill of his. "A mere child carrying around such large weapons? Maybe not a child, but someone who's immortality had gotten the better of them? I wonder what it could be."

A wicked grin crept across his hardened face, making the man look truly sinister and evil, Almost as if his desire was to devour their souls to extend his own life by a few years. But he couldn't do such a thing since he possessed no such powers. But the other two didn't know that.

[Lucia]

[OOC. Lucia is very... touchy feely. I wrote it so that you won't have to have her touch your character if you don't want her to though. XD And things will (hopefully /shot) pick up soon. If you guys have any suggestions as to what they should do/play at, feel free to toss them at me (or PM me), because all I have right now is tag with projectiles. 8|]

A pleased look crossed Lucia's face as the fae in the tree dropped down. He seemed amenable to her plans so she rewrote a few of them in her head and waited for the human to come into ear shot. The human was a stone-faced thing, and she wanted to dart forward and tug on him until something cracked. He bustled into her space and she giggled up at him, too bold to take a step back or away. She let herself linger there, a second, two, casually making her point--as if she was scared of a mere human--before she wriggled her way to the nimbus.

She plucked at his hand and made to lace her fingers with his, head tilted as she beamed a smile. "Ooo, scary," she whispered none-too-quietly to the nimbus, peeking at the human whose expression would probably frighten whatever innocent creature crossed his path.

"I am Lucia," she sang out, her manners getting the best of her, "Segna of Unseelie Court." The usual formalities were somewhat mangled, and she rushed through them in order to get them out of the way. "And I am not a child," indignation crept into her voice, and Lucia stamped a foot. She looked to be in her teens, which to the human, probably still looked as if she was a child.

She pouted and made a face at the human, nestling just a bit closer to the nimbus. "The man I made it from," she gave a vague gesture at the halberd, "was fairly large." Lucia grumbled. "I thought his body should make a nice sized weapon." Her fingertips brushed the halberd's shaft. "You understand, yes?" she asked the nimbus, gazing up at him, her thought to play momentarily pushed aside.