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And here it is, my dear. Elliot's rambling ...bumbling debut. It's awful, and it's all for you. <3
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed. Not over this place, he supposed – but his timing wasn't exactly precise. And yeah, okay, the place wasn't where he had originally hoped to stumble across. But how the hell was he supposed to know that the original Bleeding Souls lands had been destroyed in some raging inferno? It wasn't as if they had resurrected the human technology that enabled them to send news over far distances. Compelling, certainly- but damning as well. Elliot was fond of many human inventions, but he was suspicious of most. Anything that became too complex or unnecessary he shied away from, fearing the eventual end that would surely befall them if they became too much like humans. He loved his tools and he loved to build things, but his interest didn't stretch much further beyond that. And while Elliot definitely had plans to build a kick-ass tree fort (he loved to watch the stars at night), there would also be a den dug alongside the large tree he selected come spring. It didn't make much sense to struggle with frozen earth when he could spend time building a perfect structure, nestled all comfortably in his magnificent tree.
As far as he could tell, the area was more or less deserted. He wasn't sure, but Elliot suspected that someone lived a little ways west of him, beyond a stand of trees and down a slope by some cemetery. He could see the top of a building from where he stood, but hadn't investigated much further. It was more important to establish himself here before he went off to meet the neighbours – although he wasn't sure if he'd want to hang around with someone who spent time with the dead. Quiet or not, graveyards were creepy.
In any case, the semi-isolated area was conducive to the way he worked. Seeing as he planned to use the tree house for stargazing, Elliot preferred to carry on with his work in the evening. He was able to see where the best views were, and build from there.
Elliot lifted a large plank of wood and moved it closer to his tree, leaning it against the trunk while squinting at the sky above. He leaned backwards just slightly, massive shoulders dipping along in the movement while a ridiculously muscled are rested on what would be part of his fort's roof. Yeah, he was buff. He was definitely handsome too – but that was where his charm ended. He could move well while he was at work, doing what he loved most; but as soon as the male was plunked into any normal situation he was a bumbling fool, hulking and uncoordinated. It certainly seemed as if he'd inherited all the traits Piper found endearing in Emilio; while her own grace and lithe movements were a source of great envy for most of the Oriel males. There was no one to find Elliot's clumsiness endearing, and Piper's attempts to teach her son to move gracefully were all in vain. He was an oaf. It didn't end there, either. He enjoyed banter greatly, appreciating a good dose of sarcasm whenever appropriate. But when it came to the ladies, he was tongue-tied. Poor Elliot. So perhaps it was a good thing he'd chosen this lonely spot to live – he could do what he loved and be perfectly acceptable in that and when it came to the regular clumsy stuff, no one would see him.
Definitely a good thing. He thought as he hoisted the plank up and onto the tree fort's floor. From there the male pulled himself easily into the tree, his beloved tool belt clanking cheerful around his waste. He pulled a rather stern looking hammer from the belt and held it in one hand while the other propped up the would-be roof, nails sticking out of his mouth while his eyes assessed the situation with a business-like manner. But as he hammer away, ears delighting in the loud banging that rang from the tree, a devoted smile twisted his lips.
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You. Freaking. Rock. ILUSOMUCH!!!!! And Kris and I are not mean, we just adore you and wanted you back "home." XDD This may be a little choppy, since I keep getting interrupted by customers. x.x It r sucky post. They'll get better. =X
In Character
What the hell was going on here? From her vantage point several yards away, Kol's violet eyes laid rather confusedly on a large luperci male mucking about with some planks of wood. It was obvious he was making some kind of structure, but just what the hell was it? Kol and her family had always embraced their ability to shift into a useful optime form; they had even come to appreciate it for the ability it gave them to create things with their unique hands. The Bluet, for instance, spent her free time crafting intricate pieces of ornamentation for her own amusement, several of which adorned her thick redblack mane at the moment. The Stormbringers, however, had never even thought of using those same skillful hands and form to create anything monstrous. As the werewolf watched the male from her shadowed spot, his task took on a bit more form, and she began to realize he was making something not unlike the buildings left behind by the humans. It must be some sort of shelter, using the very trees themselves as a part of it. Kol rather liked that particular idea, as it made the structure seem more a natural part of the land rather than an ugly behemoth planting upon it. Of course, that wasn't to say she was giving up her ramshackle house with its cozy rooms and cushions anytime soon.
The ebony female had to admit to herself that her curiosity was quickly replacing the irritation she'd come to this spot with. Being awakened from a peaceful, deep sleep by the incessant and obnoxiously loud sound of banging wasn't exactly the best way to rise for the day. After unsuccessfully shoving a pillow over her head, the shewolf had stormed out of the house she shared with Lexey and followed the sound of the irritating banging. That had led her here, to a surprisingly handsome brute and his unconventional project. Well, she wasn't going to learn anything by simply hiding and watching, and he smelled of Dahlia. A new member then, she wagered. If there was an end to the banging at some point, Kol had to admit she wouldn't be averse to having his sort of eye candy around more often. Smiling a bit mischievously, the lithe female melted out of the shadows and approached the scene.
"Where you raised by deaf squirrels or something?" It only made sense, after all. This strange male seemed to be creating something in order to live in a tree, and the head-ringing banging didn't seem to be bothering him in the least. The girl's comment was thrown at the male mid-swing, and she had no idea if it had penetrated the cone of noise that still seemed to echo around him. The female stood with her hands on her hips, scarred brow raised in expectation of an acknowledgement. Never one to be shy or timid, Kol stood her ground and waited for a response, determined not to go away until she found out exactly what this tree-thing was supposed to be.
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Mwahahah! I am excited for these two!
It was so easy for him to lose himself in his work. He enjoyed working with wood immensely, delighting in the many different things he could create with it. But it was his shelters that he loved best. He was able to add personality to each and every one – Jasper Valley was filled with his many creations. And now here, at his knew home he'd make the greatest one yet, just wait.
So it was understandable that he was completely absorbed in his job. He moved gracefully through the worksite, finding the perfect pieces of wood to fit his design, hammering away to create something beautiful. And that's when she arrived. He didn't look at her first – he was in the middle of reinforcing one of the support beams. He almost didn't hear her, he was so involved with the job – but her inquiring words managed to grab his attention and he paused, startled out of his reverie. He probably would have offered a rude comment in reply, voice dripping with sarcasm. Instead, he merely turned to look at his interrupter, and that's when it happened.
It looked as if a weight fell right on his head, impacting the male in a great way. His eyes widened and he stared, his grip on the hammer loosening until it fell from his paw and landed right on his foot. A yowl of pain distracted him from his trance and he jumped up, hopping on one foot while he attempted to grasp at the other. God damn it that hurt! It hurt a lot, but why couldn't he allow himself complete attention to his pain? His eyes kept wandering back to the beautiful female, hungry, wanting more. He pushed the hammer aside with a flick of his good foot and turned completely to see her. She'd asked a question, hadn't she? He struggled to remember, his mind cloudy with thoughts of her. Er...what? Oh, very clever. He certainly was a winner.
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I AM TOO ZOMG!
In Character
Well that was suave. Kol winced as the heavy-looking tool fell from the wolf's grip and landed square on his large foot. She couldn't help a soft chuckle as he hopped about, looking every bit the goofy dork as his first impression shattered. There was no denying his attractiveness, but the calm and collected intensity he had portrayed while working suddenly fell away along with his hammer. Yet Kol had to admit this bumbling brute was a breath of fresh air, compared to all of the emo, wangsty, hardcore badass males she was so used to. The Stormbringer smiled as she shielded the sun from her eyes, those violet orbs settling on the male's gaze and focusing. "I asked who the hell raised you, but apparently you really are deaf!"
As bumbling as he seemed to be, at least the male's attention was focused at her now, instead of creating that piercing racket from a few moments before. Lowering her hand, the black female took a few steps closer, moving out of the sun's far-too-bright rays and into the shade of the tree in which the luperci was perched. "So, if you don't mind me asking...what exactly are you doing anyway? Aside from giving all of Dahlia de Mai a migraine, that is." Well, perhaps not all of Dahlia. Kol still couldn't understand just how in the hell her roommate was still curled up and knocked out back in her bed. She swore Lexey could sleep through a damn earthquake if it came to that.
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