Eris
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Post by Eris on Mar 12, 2018 19:03:14 GMT -6
The shoreline teemed with people of all ages, and some of differing species. Eri stood under her large beach umbrella with a wide-brimmed, black hat and matching sunglasses. It matched her bikini top and skirt, too, as she strung sea shells on a necklace. This one, it was a very special one, indeed. It would steal copy someone’s voice and allow Eri to use it while she activated the magic she stored inside it when she cast the spell.
“Oh, so pretty!” a girl said, pointing at a delicate bracelet Eri made the night before of small seashells strung together. The girl gave her boyfriend the old doe eyes and Eri practically watched the cogs turning in his head. If he got her this gift, she’d hang all over him and he’d score big time brownie points. Then again, he saw the price tag and frowned, it might cost him lunch for a few days. “Please?”
“It’s kind of expensive…” he looked at Eri who just stared back through her reflective lenses. “Any change you could cut me some slack?”
“Well,” she thought about it and set down her current work in progress. She could come back to it later. Leaning forward she said, “Might be I can do you a solid.” Her gaze shifted to look him over, taking in the long, shaggy hair and lanky body. “For a lock of your pretty, gold hair, I’ll cut the price in half.”
He blinked at her stupidly and then shrugged. “Sure, why not?” She handed him a pair of scissors and the guy cut some of his hair, handing both to her and the remainder of the price. Boy, did she get the better end of that bargain, not that stupid had to know that. The girl squealed her gratitude and rewarded his stupidity by hugging his arm and, indeed, hanging all over him. Going back to the necklace, Eri stashed the hair in a small, plastic baggy.
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Post by Sketch on Mar 12, 2018 19:49:00 GMT -6
SELLING SEASHELLS
CAFFEY'S PL: 20
The Southport Beach was more people than sand. They lied and sat on towels and chairs. The golden medallion of a sun was perched high in the sky, blazing bright. The star of morning above beat down on the calm ocean as a gust of wind forced itself past a passing avian child of the red hue. The birdboy shivered as he ran his hand down his feathered forearms. The wind whipped around him, cutting through the stitches of his clothing, and carried the unmistakable aroma of salt. But somehow, Caffey enjoyed it. He enjoyed the faint taste of salt on the breeze that was complimented by the ambrosial aroma of the flowers around him.
Caffey had taken a break from boogieboarding in the springtime ocean waters, his coat of feathers soggy and puffed out in all directions. Sand clinged to his bare feet- not that he minded, though. The little child carried a new treasure he found in the seas- a large conch shell that sparkled with light orange, peach, and baby blue hues. It almost seemed to be a different color depending on where the sun shone on it, and the ocean sound was clear as day inside the conch when Caffey put it to his ear. Rather happy with himself, the bird found himself seated upon a wooden bench, munching on some chocolate candies while civilians passed by. Though it wasn't long until his attention drifted once more.
He watched as a couple bargained and made off with the prettiest seashell necklace he had ever seen! Curious, the feathered fowl waddled up to the little umbrella'd stand. "Hiya, miss seashell-lady!" Caffey chimed, beaming brighter than the scorching sun above. "H-how'd you make all of these? They're so pretty and shiny! Did you find them all yourself? I found this one!" He spoke, still holding his precious conch shell to his chest. Maybe he could learn to do something with his shell to make it even more awesome!
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Eris
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Post by Eris on Mar 13, 2018 11:11:11 GMT -6
Humans were so stupid. Eri tucked the baggy into her backpack, safe and sound, before sitting up a little straighter. Maybe she’d make a charm to mess with the foolish boy, teach him a lesson he likely wouldn’t forget - or maybe she’d make him mess with other people. Too easy, really The human just made her job way too easy and now she didn’t even feel like doing anything with it. Sure, it might come in handy some day, but until that day she’d keep it locked up safe and sound. Who knew, maybe she’d get inspired, or need to use him as an actual meat shield.
Eri did a long, slow blink at being called Miss Seashell. It was one of the nicer names she’d been called in her life. Plastering on a smile, a peak of dainty fangs showing between her lips, Eri’s hand vanished behind the booth. In a swirl of vivid green and bright purple Ki that looked like swirling cotton candy, a small, battery operated drill appeared. Pulling it out, she showed it to the bird.
Humans, well, she didn't like humans overly much, but had no problem with their animal counterparts. Zoans never did anything to her or her mother, far as Eris knew, and sometimes company was nice. “Well,” she pulled out a new shell from one of the many bags hidden in a stand drawer. “You use this drill to carefully punch a hole in the shell. Gotta be gentle, though.”
Sure, this was true most of the time, but Eri tended to just use her magic. For others, they had to be careful, or else they’d crack the shell and ruin it. “I like collecting shells, and then I never know what to do with them…” she shrugged. “So, I may as well sell them.” And that last was actually the truth. Whomever said demons always lied, well, that was a bold faced lie. She’d met more demons that told hard truths rather than lie. “Want to try?”
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Post by Sketch on Mar 20, 2018 16:43:18 GMT -6
"Oh, that's so cool!" Caffey glanced from the drill to his shell with his usual smile. He could make a giant seashell necklace, or a horn out of his conch! "I can do that too, though! Watch!" He spoke, raising his head high with a little grin on his form. With a swing of his head, Caffey's beak pecked right into the shell, knocking out a little hole in it's exterior. The bird raised it high with starry eyes. It was always fun to be the one showing off as well- Caffey was usually the one being dazzled by others, and he felt especially special when he got the spotlight. "Ta-daaaaa!"
"Oh! I'm Caffey. Grandpa Cashew-- he's a lifeguard here-- brought me to the beach today, though it's kinda crowded and noisy, so I wanted to hang back here for a bit." The bird explained. He was never good with loud noises and crowded places together- he needed space to breathe and hear himself think to function. Luckily further back from the water there were less people. He turned to see his grumpy pterodactyl dad near the edge of the water on his tower, grumpy as ever. Really, he needed to lighten up a little.
"...Anyways, what's up with you? And, uh, what should I do next with this shell?" Caffey spoke, still perpetually in a smile. His innocence and naivety could either be his downfall or saving grace in this situation, perhaps...
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Eris
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Post by Eris on Mar 20, 2018 21:52:29 GMT -6
She leaned forward, watching as the small bird as it looked between the shell and the drill. It was always interesting watching others connect the dots, so to speak, and then the child pecked at the shell with its beak and Eri smiled. The drill disappeared in the same swirl of green and purple energy it appeared in, but this time she didn’t hide it. “Now that’s pretty cool…” she said, looking at the neat, perfect circle.
The red feathered friend went on about some grandfather she really didn’t care about and then appeared to say its name. “Um, you can call me Eri…” she said, not always good at these introduction things. It felt so rare that people actually wanted to talk to her for the sake of talking to her. Well, the bird was curious about the jewelry, but the Zoan didn’t feel malicious or like he had ill intentions. “I like it back here, too, much quieter…” she agreed.
“Next,” she pulled out four pieces to show him a range. One shell was painted in pretty art of a beach scene, another was bejeweled, the third was simply painted in a metallic gold leaf and the fourth left unadorned. “A lot of people like to make it feel like theirs, you know? And there are two ways to string ‘em…” she pointed at the holes on two of the display pieces. The first just had a casual black string through the hole and the other has a silver metal piece that ended in a loop, and a chain running through that. Fancier, for sure, but more elegant looking. Less surfer and more soiree. “So next I guess you decide what kind of look you want.”
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Post by Sketch on Apr 3, 2018 9:29:46 GMT -6
The bird boy nodded along as Eris introduced herself- it was nice to meet someone else who liked the quiet every now and then as well- Caffey himself was the most extroverted extrovert, but even he liked to nestle down by himself and read a good book or play some games with himself.
Nonetheless, the seashell-making continued as Caffey eyed the new display of shells to add on, eyes sparkling yet again. He panned his gaze to the two strings with a hand to his chin, listening intently to Eris. "Ooooh, I like this one best!" Caffey first went to the display of little shells, picking up the undecorated white and ridged shell. "I think this one's kinda lonely, so..." He smiled meekly, then picking up the silver line and stringing the two shells in after some fumbling with his feathery hands. He even found another shell that matched the one he just picked on the ground, though it was more beige than white. Content as is, he'd peck another hole and slide it with the other two.
"Hmmmmmmmm..." Caffey narrowed his eyes at his creation. "I feel like it's missing something." He tapped his toe on the ground, looking down to his own hand. "A-ha!" With a swift yank, Caffey reached one hand onto his wing, plucking off a large flight feather while some smaller ones fell loose to the ground- loosing a few wouldn't hurt, they would just grow right back a week from now. The red feather would add the perfect splash of color to the otherwise monotone necklace, though! After more fumbling and a little frustration, Caffey managed to tie the feather on as well.
"It's perfect!" Caffey chimed, kicking his little legs to and fro with the string in hand. "So, uh, anything else?" The bird tilted his head to the side with his usual smile.
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