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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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[ He almost laughs. Almost, because oh my god, he isn't really making friends. ]

And how has meeting others been for you?

Would you enjoy blending in for the weekend? Hold your, [ STRAINED PAUSE ] dear one's hand?

[bristling OH NO YOU DIDN'T.]

We're not talking about that right now.

Are we not? I am making you an offer, little one. A temporary one, in good faith.

[ He's so wounded ]

It is a...holiday weekend, is it not?

Stop it. [GET BEHIND ME SATAN. he is, of course, visibly uncomfortable with the talk, because it's not like he WANTS to completely say no.

but ~~grandpa~~Geddoe said...]

[ And he leans forward, his hand twitches, and there is an electricity to the air. What had once taken him months, now was only a twitch, and a release of the energy, and his darkish skinned hand closes in on Zel's, and there is a sharp ting, probably to Zel's hand. Closing in, closing. ]

It is a gift, little one. Do you always reject them so?

[Zelgadis pulls away like it's fire, hands going behind his back, and he's bristling, edging to a side since oh right dumbass backed himself against a wall.]

I said no! [a little uh. loud there. ignoring the passers-by, though.] I don't think your notion of gift is at all li--[let's choke on that sound for a second here, wincing, pulling his hand back as if expecting it to...

well...

be fleshy was not what he expected. he gawks at it like it's actually, like...a tuna fish, or something. instead of his hand.

fingertwitch.]

[ He steps back, only slightly, and allows the boy time.

Build Trust. Gifts were so simple to give. They went a long way. ]

[INSERT HEART-WRENCHING MOMENT OF TORMENT AND DISCONTENT. real touch and temperature, it's so easy to forget, oh man oh jeez...

he slowly curls his hands into fists, tighter than need be if only for the sake of feeling, before glaring back up.

through gritted teeth:] I said. No.

[ His lip curls, and his teeth bare. In a painful, wrenching motion, the magic is gone, the entropic curse settling back over the skin of the young golem. Skin slowly hardening, firming into rock again. ]

Indeed.

An offer such as this only comes once.

[he grimaces, recoiling and drawing his hands to himself, waiting for the hurt to ebb before examining them again.

ugh. UGH.

snapping:] Except you keep doing this every other time.

[so now he'll just be more irritated. it's stupid to show your back to an enemy, but Zel's sensibilities in this regard can take a hike; he's gotta get out of here and find Terra. and Geddoe. gawdjeez.]

I have offered, but never have I offered with no strings, child.

None, and yet you wholly refuse this time as well.

Are you so terrified of finally being free of your curse?

[he whirls around, scoffing.]

We're not talking about this, and I'm not taking your charity. You're the last person I'd trust with this.

Until your appointed time or whatever it is you're all wrapped up in, I've got nothing to say to you. Leave me be.

[RESUME STOMPING OFF.]

Very well.

Perhaps there are others who would accept my gifts. Perhaps others such as your dear one. [ That biting, bitter sting is back. He's so not fooling anyone. ]

[he gets a whole eight feet before stopping at that!

...enough room for people to being mulling between them which kind of ruins the whole intense glare back-and-forth thing going on. but all the same.]

[ Hey Zel how long you want to stare into those glowing green eyes?

Obstructed by milling people? ]

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