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[Ah, THAT looks like a spell attempt. Mood, buddy, but also: lolololol get recktd.]
Tsk tsk - come now, Fandaniel! [He pivots on his heel at the end of the hall to face him, hands framing his face in a pointing gesture that also neatly shows the bud at his ear has already started opening.] You said you'd help me with a test, so I hope you'll commit to the end!
[Now come on, try yelling at him some more!]
Tsk tsk - come now, Fandaniel! [He pivots on his heel at the end of the hall to face him, hands framing his face in a pointing gesture that also neatly shows the bud at his ear has already started opening.] You said you'd help me with a test, so I hope you'll commit to the end!
[Now come on, try yelling at him some more!]
... [ Absolute piece of— ] Then you had better run faster than that, Solomon. You won't like it if I catch you~.
[ Said with quite a bit of menace, even as a smile comes back to his face. It isn't a very friendly smile. Fine, he'll give chase. Asahi was a soldier and swordsman, and even as a corpse, he's still fit enough to take off after Solomon at a decent clip. ]
[ Said with quite a bit of menace, even as a smile comes back to his face. It isn't a very friendly smile. Fine, he'll give chase. Asahi was a soldier and swordsman, and even as a corpse, he's still fit enough to take off after Solomon at a decent clip. ]
[And off to the races they go.
Solomon's laugh is swallowed up as he takes off down the halls again, crashing into Extras as he goes and practically jumping his way into the nearest downwards stairwell. He's slippery, but he's no soldier, and his endurance isn't very high. This isn't a chase he will outrun.]
Solomon's laugh is swallowed up as he takes off down the halls again, crashing into Extras as he goes and practically jumping his way into the nearest downwards stairwell. He's slippery, but he's no soldier, and his endurance isn't very high. This isn't a chase he will outrun.]
[ Fandaniel gives chase, storming down the stairs after him. Extras shout with surprise and dive out of the way, already now on alert for running old people with Solomon crashing through ahead of him.
It saves him time, that's for sure. Time to see where Solomon will bolt to first and then see if he can't close in and corner him somewhere. ]
It saves him time, that's for sure. Time to see where Solomon will bolt to first and then see if he can't close in and corner him somewhere. ]
[It's on the wing of the costumerie that Solomon finally swerves. The candy cane is abandoned near the cage filled with Christmas-themed costumes and props as Solomon stumbles his way through the rest, trying to slip into one of the other cages to get lost amongst the fabric.]
[ stompstompstompstomp cage door rattle nope, Fandaniel is still hot on his trail, and now that there are piles of fabric, he takes his chance to lunge and try and tackle Solomon into a myriad of colors and weaves. ]
Here I aaaam!
Here I aaaam!
[It nearly catches him, the form of his body felt under the fabric, but Solomon squirms away just enough to avoid being pinned. Unfortunately, this does cause him to lose his footing and take a tumblr for a brief moment, giving away his position.
Costumes are yanked down with a clatter as he tries to regain his footing and keep himself from being cornered. Can he juke Fandaniel? He's going to try.
(He's going to fail. But he's going to try.)]
Costumes are yanked down with a clatter as he tries to regain his footing and keep himself from being cornered. Can he juke Fandaniel? He's going to try.
(He's going to fail. But he's going to try.)]
[ Nope, because Fandaniel recovers just enough to reposition himself and lunge after Solomon again. He throws himself bodily, fully intending to bodyslam the man if he must. ]
Oh, no, no, you aren't slithering away this time. If you wanted to get physical to test this little flower, then we certainly are getting physical.
[ By which he means he's going to push old man number two to the ground and grab an arm. Time for a chomp! Well, at least he isn't going for an ear? ]
[ By which he means he's going to push old man number two to the ground and grab an arm. Time for a chomp! Well, at least he isn't going for an ear? ]
[Fucking OWWWWWWWW
well at least that rose at his temple is wide and open now, huh?
Still, it's not like he can notice that, busy as he is trying to yank his arm free and bring a knee up to Fandaniel's stomach. It's not extremely forceful, but he is not a fan of being pinned like this.]
well at least that rose at his temple is wide and open now, huh?
Still, it's not like he can notice that, busy as he is trying to yank his arm free and bring a knee up to Fandaniel's stomach. It's not extremely forceful, but he is not a fan of being pinned like this.]
[ Oh, oof. That gets Fandaniel to let go of his arm, at least, as he's startled into doing so and gasping out loud, air leaving his lungs. It doesn't knock him off of Solomon per se, but it does give him the opening he needs to shove the other man off or perhaps even counterpin him. ]
[He's doing the former! Get off him, tiny boy, he's gotta go hide behind the hanging costumes again like a shy princess tucking behind oversized curtains.]
You've got some spirit to you, Fandaniel. [He drapes two wildly different skirts in each hand, the fabric bunched up to hide his mouth coyly in shocked surprise.]
Here I'd have to really question if you actually do have an illness or not!
You've got some spirit to you, Fandaniel. [He drapes two wildly different skirts in each hand, the fabric bunched up to hide his mouth coyly in shocked surprise.]
Here I'd have to really question if you actually do have an illness or not!
[ Thrown off into a pile of fabric, there he goes, though he is quick enough to sit up amongst the cloth and roll his eyes at Solomon, where he hides. What a fool they both look... ]
If I indeed picked up something from Miss Quixote, I can only hope I have passed it along to you now.
If I indeed picked up something from Miss Quixote, I can only hope I have passed it along to you now.
Mm? Now, that isn't what I'm talking about. Have you forgotten your own stories by now?
[Mr "I have a blood condition", his right asscheek. Lilia was right to be doubtful, he thinks.
Still, he plucks the brilliant blue rose from off his ear, twirling it a little before handing it to Fandaniel. It could probably stand to bloom a little more, sure, but it's far more open than it had been when it had be pulled from Solomon's chest.]
[Mr "I have a blood condition", his right asscheek. Lilia was right to be doubtful, he thinks.
Still, he plucks the brilliant blue rose from off his ear, twirling it a little before handing it to Fandaniel. It could probably stand to bloom a little more, sure, but it's far more open than it had been when it had be pulled from Solomon's chest.]
[ He has a lot of conditions! Don't be mean! ]
My, is that what you meant? Should I apologize for not collapsing and convulsing on the floor? I know well what I am capable of.
[ Well, whatever. He climbs to his feet. ]
My, is that what you meant? Should I apologize for not collapsing and convulsing on the floor? I know well what I am capable of.
[ Well, whatever. He climbs to his feet. ]
[Still bruised and battered from whatever the fuck happened to him between trial and execution, Solomon's looking a little colorful across the face from where he fumbles about the art studio. He's gathering supplies for something or other, humming to himself and checking his phone pretty frequently. A perfect distraction.]
[ He's been so, so curious about what happened to poor old Solomon. Lovecraft had asked if he had done it, to which he could honestly claim ignorance. Shocking, he knows, but handing out a physical beating isn't quite his style, anyhow. He lurks quietly outside the door, watching a moment, and then he slithers his way in-- well, he WALKS in, to be more accurate, but it's still a quiet and weaving little stroll. ]
Oh, Solomon, there you are.
Oh, Solomon, there you are.
[ Little lost god. There's a twitch, faint but there, and all it does is spur Fandaniel onwards until he's stepping right up into Solomon's personal space. ]
Actually, [ And he simpers in a way that certainly is not honest, looking up at the taller sorcerer coyly. ] I was hoping with all my heart that you might disrobe for me.
Actually, [ And he simpers in a way that certainly is not honest, looking up at the taller sorcerer coyly. ] I was hoping with all my heart that you might disrobe for me.
[ ...and there's a snort of amusement at that. He hops back a step. ]
I am interested in your summoning circles. They are one of the more elusive arts that manage to be rediscovered again and again, so I am curious to see if yours are similar.
I am interested in your summoning circles. They are one of the more elusive arts that manage to be rediscovered again and again, so I am curious to see if yours are similar.
I doubt there's anything new about magic that you can tell me, to be entirely honest, but I cannot help to wonder if the same circles I have seen on my own star have managed to sneak out into other worlds as well. T'would not be the first time.
[ Although actual different worlds and the reflections were not quite the same thing. Still, he waves towards the door, silently agreeing to move elsewhere if he wishes. ]
[ Although actual different worlds and the reflections were not quite the same thing. Still, he waves towards the door, silently agreeing to move elsewhere if he wishes. ]
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