Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Aug 28, 2009 11:42:43 GMT -5
Karma was doing some serious business tonight, folks.
At any rate, Protege was the kind of idiot to run toward an angry witch with a broom in one hand and a wand in the other. On the bright side, he stopped before said angry, glaring witch flicked her wand in his direction and turned him into poultry.
"It's like a whole new circle of awkward, random, and strange has opened up, and somehow did it without the usual alcoholic catalyst." Date-ditched Protege.
"Do you guys want to play... baseball..?" Confused, bumbling Cobalt.
"I'd love to play baseball." Popping out of who-knows-where Morgan.
"How 'bout Girls versus Boys? So, it'll be me, th' blonde girl, and Teagan, against Sparky and Protégé!" Wolf... man? "Okay, Teakitty, I know you're mad an' all, but c'mon dude, this is baseball, and I'm also givin' you a chance to kick the crap outta mah Sparky and Protégé. Ain't that a purty sweet deal?"
How the hell was all this happening so quickly? Teagan restrained herself from beating the pulp out of Cobalt and from fleeing Protege. She never had anything against Morgan. She liked the lycan enough, but that would end pretty quickly if he kept calling her a kitty.
And if he touched her head one more time, dammit, she would send him to the bottom of the lake with a magical casket holding him there. She pulled herself out their huddle.
Considering how quickly that flee-covered mutt considered himself a girl, she didn't figure he would struggle much.
The Monolayre's "team" would play defense.
"I'll pitch," answered Teagan grudgingly.
She hadn't played for awhile, but she remembered being good at it. Of course, she could not play too well in the outfield with her funny clothing... Morgan didn't know how to play, and the lycan could easily accidentally kill someone if he pitched. Teagan was not concerned about dying from a hit as long as the lycan was not playing on the other team.
The graduate moodily pursed her lips as she swiftly shrunk her broom and pocketed it. She also transfigured her shoes back into the black ones she bought from Cobalt's shop years ago; playing baseball barefoot, as she knew, was no pleasant experience.
She summoned the ball back from Cobalt, feeling the familiar smooth, tight orb and the threads that bound it together. Before pocketing her wand, she figured they would need some gloves.
She glanced around and found a pile of logs, which she deftly transfigured a portion into three left-handed baseball gloves.
She tossed one each to Morgan and the lycan, vaguely hoping they fit. She pulled her own on easily.
One question, however, still boggled her mind:
How the hell did she get into this mess in the first place?
DERP!At any rate, Protege was the kind of idiot to run toward an angry witch with a broom in one hand and a wand in the other. On the bright side, he stopped before said angry, glaring witch flicked her wand in his direction and turned him into poultry.
"It's like a whole new circle of awkward, random, and strange has opened up, and somehow did it without the usual alcoholic catalyst." Date-ditched Protege.
"Do you guys want to play... baseball..?" Confused, bumbling Cobalt.
"I'd love to play baseball." Popping out of who-knows-where Morgan.
"How 'bout Girls versus Boys? So, it'll be me, th' blonde girl, and Teagan, against Sparky and Protégé!" Wolf... man? "Okay, Teakitty, I know you're mad an' all, but c'mon dude, this is baseball, and I'm also givin' you a chance to kick the crap outta mah Sparky and Protégé. Ain't that a purty sweet deal?"
How the hell was all this happening so quickly? Teagan restrained herself from beating the pulp out of Cobalt and from fleeing Protege. She never had anything against Morgan. She liked the lycan enough, but that would end pretty quickly if he kept calling her a kitty.
And if he touched her head one more time, dammit, she would send him to the bottom of the lake with a magical casket holding him there. She pulled herself out their huddle.
Considering how quickly that flee-covered mutt considered himself a girl, she didn't figure he would struggle much.
The Monolayre's "team" would play defense.
"I'll pitch," answered Teagan grudgingly.
She hadn't played for awhile, but she remembered being good at it. Of course, she could not play too well in the outfield with her funny clothing... Morgan didn't know how to play, and the lycan could easily accidentally kill someone if he pitched. Teagan was not concerned about dying from a hit as long as the lycan was not playing on the other team.
The graduate moodily pursed her lips as she swiftly shrunk her broom and pocketed it. She also transfigured her shoes back into the black ones she bought from Cobalt's shop years ago; playing baseball barefoot, as she knew, was no pleasant experience.
She summoned the ball back from Cobalt, feeling the familiar smooth, tight orb and the threads that bound it together. Before pocketing her wand, she figured they would need some gloves.
She glanced around and found a pile of logs, which she deftly transfigured a portion into three left-handed baseball gloves.
She tossed one each to Morgan and the lycan, vaguely hoping they fit. She pulled her own on easily.
One question, however, still boggled her mind:
How the hell did she get into this mess in the first place?