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Post by Kane Woonren on Aug 4, 2008 7:59:13 GMT -5
"Yeah. I've had 12 years of practice with the fire, since I was about 16. I can make it do almost anything I want it to. But I figured someone with plants growing out of them probably wouldn't be to keen on having it near them. It won't catch anything on fire unless I make it do so, but I figured that its better safe than sorry." He spun his finger slowly, making the disk in the air above them spin at the same rate.
"Or were you talking about the finger-knives thing? That I've been able to do for... 2 years." His full demon form had just kinda... hit him. For years he'd only had the claws, teeth, flames, and wings. And then, everything else hit him. Fortunatly, most of the things were retractable.
"Alright then," he said, and the flaming disc in the air sunk back into a fireball in his palm, then disapated. "I think there's a coffee shop... one second," he rose a few feet into the air and glanced over the nearest tree, then landed again. "About 10 minutes walk that way. Or 30 seconds if you don't mind flying."
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Post by Ashtin Evans on Aug 6, 2008 0:29:30 GMT -5
“Yea, fire and me have this kind of hate/ hate relationship.” She said smiling sheepishly. Speaking of the leaves growing out of someone, Ash quickly glanced down at her right arm. The once vibrant green sprouts had turned brown and were about ready to fall off. The skin underneath of them that use to be torn now looked as if nothing had ever happened.
“F-fly?” She asked hesitantly. Fiddling with the handle of her parasol Ashtin looked to the ground, questioning the thought of leaving land. The only time she allowed herself to be raised higher than 4 feet off the ground was if it was her plants holding her up. Other than that the thought of heights almost terrified her.
“Well coffee does sound good…I guess flying just this once won’t hurt anything.” Her brown gaze looked back up to him. She was still slightly worried about the idea, but would go with it. |
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Post by Kane Woonren on Aug 6, 2008 12:16:34 GMT -5
"Me and fire have a love/hate relationship. Just because I generate my own special brand of fire, everyone automatically assumes that I'm fireproof. Which isn't very good... especially when its not true." He was immune to his own flames, but he wasn't immune to regular fire. As his burned mouth could prove. One of his friends liked to make his coffee extra hot to see if it would effect him.
"Don't worry, flying fast doesn't mean we have to fly high. Ever seen the human torch? He goes faster than I ever could and he does so two inches above the ground." He yawned a little. The rain always made him sleepy. He would get a nice hot chocolate at the coffee shop... it was his regular drink there. And it always helped wake him up.
"Alright, just hang on and it will be over in a moment," he said. He held out his hand for her to take. That would be the least obstructive way for him to take her, with her able to look at the ground right beneath her. He'd tried taking a terramancer on his back once... he'd covered his body in rock and he'd dropped... well, like a stone.
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Post by Ashtin Evans on Aug 6, 2008 22:04:27 GMT -5
She smiled at his attempt to make the experience more comfortable for her. But if the need arose Ash would just have to close her eyes and bear it. After all he was being so kind as to offer. Quickly collapsing her umbrella into its more manageable form she held it in her left hand. “O-okay.” The brunette stated placing her small slender hand in his.
Taking a deep breath she told herself. ‘Everything is going to be fine. Nothing is going to go wrong and you won’t plummet to the earth. Quit being a pansy.’ Releasing her breath she hoped that her fear of heights would not awaken her other form, being made entirely of weeds and vines would make it hard for someone to hold onto her. ooc: sorries for the shortening of post length..my muse went on strike and hasn't come back yet. o,o[/blockquote] |
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Post by Kane Woonren on Aug 8, 2008 16:42:10 GMT -5
He closed his hand around hers and pulled her close so that she could grab onto him if she needed to. He slowly lifted into the air thanks to his fire, and hovered a few inches off the ground. He glided up a little farther, making sure he still had a tight grip on her, much smaller, hand. "I won't let go, and we're almost there."
He glided over a few trees, the tips of which would be just a little bit beneath her. He began to move a little faster so they could get to the other side of the park. Fear of flying was a pretty common one among his friends... especially his close ones. For some reason, people didn't trust the giant goofball. Seemed to think that he'd drop them for fun.
He rarely did that. And he didn't drop them, he tossed them onto his back. It was very difficult to do it any other way. About a minute later, they touched down at the edge of the park, wouldn't be good if he just landed in front of the coffee shop. And he had to put his shirt on.
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Post by Ashtin Evans on Aug 8, 2008 23:13:34 GMT -5
As soon as Ash felt her feet leave the ground her chocolate colored eyes snapped shut and refused to open. The slightest glimpse towards the ground would have sent her heart into a racing fit. “Oh I hate heights.” She mumbled. And that was the main problem, heights. Flying did not bother her one bit. After all she did not get to New York by walking. Plane rides were fun for her. It was the looking down part that bothered her.
She could hear the rustling of leaves as they moved over the trees, and Ashtin could not help but to peek a little. Seeing the tips of the tree tops was awesome, and then she saw the ground. Gasping she quickly closed her eyes again and almost every muscle in her body seemed to tense, and her grip on his hand tightened. ‘Oh, you shouldn’t have looked.’ She told herself.
When her feet hit the ground once again, she let out a huge sigh of relief. And if it were not for the fact that she would have drawn way too much attention to herself she would have kissed the ground. Instead however the girl opened her eyes and looked around. “Well that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.” Ash said with a smile. |
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Post by Kane Woonren on Aug 12, 2008 18:31:15 GMT -5
"Well then, you're lucky. I'm not flying very high... I don't like being on the ground. Or spending a lot of time on the ground. I've been living in the skies for 14 years...." he said. He loved spending time in the air. Ever since he'd first gotten his wings. And learned how to use them... he'd almost died twice learning though....
He felt her tense up and squeeze his hand more. They were barely 15 feet above the ground, but it didn't seem to matter to her. He might be able to cure her of her fear of heights later. But that would have to come later... for now he doubted she would go up again.
"Tell that to my hand," he said, showing her the large red marks on them from where she'd been squeezing. Adrenaline was a funny thing. Not really funny on his part so much as usually painful. Least she didn't have her arms around his neck... that one usually hurt a lot more.
"It's right over this way," he said, gesturing around the corner to where coffee shop was. He pulled his shirt from his pocket and pulled it over his head. They didn't have a no shoes policy... fortunatly.
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Post by Ashtin Evans on Aug 12, 2008 20:37:55 GMT -5
Ash smiled apologetically. “Sorry about that.” She figured that maybe it was better to hold on tight than let her fear get the best of her. And normally that ended with her looking like the Jolly Green Giant. Only not as tall, and more flowers.
The leaves that once covered her arms had fallen to the ground during their flight, and she was glad that they had decided to disappear before they actually got into the coffee shop. Humans were fickle about having dirty floors, and plant litter would not make them any happier.
Her loose auburn ringlets bounce happily as she followed behind him. Though they were somewhat still soaked, her hair still found a way to be unruly and do whatever it wanted to even in the rain. “So is this place fancy? Or pretty laid back?” She asked as she noticed that he was going to walk into the building without shoes on. |
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Post by Kane Woonren on Aug 17, 2008 11:44:54 GMT -5
"It's okay. My hands have taken a lot more punishment," he said, raising his palm again. This time, he was showing her all the scars spread across his hand and down his arms. Most were accidental cuts caused by his own claws. Things like that were a little difficult to get used to.
"Hm? It's just a coffee shop. They don't have a no shirt no shoes policy. They pretty much just have a 'don't break anything and you can do whatever you want' policy." He cracked his neck a little bit and looked back up at the sky at the rain. "Besides, I don't think anywhere that was fancy would let me through the door."
It was probably true.... He'd cut up the table cloth, scratch the utensils, use his cloas to cut his food. They were effective, and while he kept them pretty clean, to most people it didn't exactly look hygenic. But he didn't particularly mind what people thought about him... unless he was at one of his low points. At his low points he was usually hit with a deep seated depression once or twice a month.
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