ORIGIN - The Writing's On The Wall

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Her eye concentrated on the ground, expectant, anxiously waiting to see what had happened. An almost half-moon smile crossed her face as she looked down to see the ground moving. And then...it appeared. A tiny, tiny sprout. With tender leaves and a small thin stalk. This looked more like lunch than anything else. Peggy’s face heated up with embarrassment, her lips pressing together as she muffled a scream. “A plant! Out o' all th' thin's in th' world, I get a PLANT!”

She sat back in defeat, and hesitantly bent down to pluck the sprout, munching it in anger. Well, at least it was a good light snack, right? She’d been hungry anyway, and it just looked...crunchy.

Gaze rises at his taunt. Brows pulling together. He somehow...burned the stone as he walked. Peggy grimaced, growling as she evaded a piece of ash falling near her. Sneezing as the hot grey stuff fell upon her snout. “WATCH IT!”

Sass sass sass.

@Imp

Imp slowly, carefully turned on the ceiling, settling his hind feet deep into crevices there. Once they were fully settled--and his heat simmered out--he slowly let his wings down to dangle idly. He just hung there, vertical from the ceiling, half-grinning down at the sheep.

"Well, at least you can eat it. That's something." He sounded easygoing, now, tone more laid-back, and he twisted a little to eye the carvings, then looked back, thoughtful. "Maybe you could grow plants into stuff. Like through walls and break 'em down or through a guy. You know, grow vines through an enemy or something. That'd be great."

He started swinging idly back and forth, not so much that his momentum would wrench him free of his perch, and flapped his wings idly. He was an indolent thug on the best of days, and now that he felt done taunting the sheep, he had decided to share her company awhile longer. There was something about her aggression and her noisy nature that he liked.

Perhaps she just reminded him of him.

"You're less annoying than everyone else, at least. More fun, too, I bet. We should cause some trouble or something."

@Peggy

Peggy peered up, ears falling back as she munched, making an exasperated face at the creature that dangled from the ceiling. Why couldn’t she reach the ceiling? As he began to talk about the cool things she could do with her measly plant powers, she snorted, heavy hearted. There was gentle clip-clop as the sheep made her way to the wall, hooves pressing up and kissing the steady surfaces. Yet, as she hoisted herself with her back feet, tail swaying behind her and standing. A sound of effort left her lips, as she SQUEEEEZED her back legs. Peggy didn’t seem any closer to the wall than he seemed to the ground.

She clopped back to the center, looking up at him. “Why don't ye come down here, 'n we'll see if I can grow posies out o' yer arse.” The sheep grumbled. Her language was...anything but ladylike.

Eye widened slightly, the crease of her brow deepened, as he almost seemed to...compliment her? Peggy blinked at him. Repeatedly. One corner of her mouth pulling up in a HUH? expression. The confusion was quite evident. “Are ye pullin' me leg?”

Sass sass sass.

@Imp

Imp snorted, turning to clamber down closer, eyeing the torn remains of the sprouted plant. He wasn't sure if she could, in fact, grow plants out of his butt but he wasn't about to get close enough for her to try.

"If you manage, make it a good one. Big fluffy rose, right?" He cackled, and then clambered so he was almost at her level. "And I'm serious. I'm warning you, everyone in this cave is boring. It's all 'I THINK I'M IN LOVE' or 'LET ME TEACH YOU TO HUNT' or 'LET'S TALK ABOUT STUPID PROBLEMS.' Boooooring. The only good stuff is to mess with them."

He eyed the sheep, pausing. What was to stop them messing with one another, though? 

I mean, I already was. But she gives as good as she gets, so-...

"So, truce? You don't mess with me, I don't mess with you. Someone messes with you I come help, and same the other way. But you gotta explain what Squiffy means," he added, peering at her curiously. "I'll even teach you what I know if you tell me that stuff. I mean, not fire, I don't know if you can learn fire but I can teach you why and like, about the caves and all that."

He stretched his wing-arms out and yawned, wondering in an idle sort of way if the angry sheep would take him up on his offer, or not. Maybe they'd cause mayhem together, or at least he'd have someone sort of interesting to talk to from time to time. Compare mean war stories or whatever. Or maybe she'd try to grow flowers out of his butt, and he'd leave her to her own devices.

ooc - if I don't answer within 1-2 days after a tag, poke me, the system isn't messaging me :( // @Peggy

OOC: Ookie will do!

“Even THAT couldn't make yer arse smell sweet.” The sheep retorted, her lips curling to reveal her fang. That ever constant expression of mild disgust and thick disdain for anything that seemed to try to talk to her. She wore her nerves on her skin, so easily touched, so easily set aflame. Her temper just a large pool of gasoline waiting for one careless match, or one very intended lighter. The creature continued to move beneath her watchful gaze and furrowed brow, her twitching lip and set jaw. Head tips up as he speaks. Peggy didn’t know what love was. Didn’t know exactly what hunting was. Didn’t exactly figure out what problems were yet, except people surely were one. Especially this guy.

Red-magenta eyes blink. Messing with people? That was his great....plan. His great legacy. Pranks and teasing? She snorted, obviously ready to say no, that she had much better things to do that having to go around CARING about other people and their little lives. But...the promise of having him chase away all the bothersome creatures caught her attention. He’d get his fun, she’d get peace and quiet. Surely, he couldn’t do much harm. No sense of guilt there. Was it too much to ask to have someone keep other out of her wool?!

“Squiffy means...squiffy. Squiffy means...ye.” A half moon smile dawns on her features, she was more than satisfied with her synonym. And more than satisfied at screwing with the already loose gears in his head. “Teach me how to make fire. I teach ye of squiffy’s meaning.”

Sass sass sass.

@Imp

Imp considered.

"Yeah, sure? Except I don't really know how to make fire. See, everyone's got their own magic." With a hiss of effort he dropped from the wall, spreading wings and gliding down to land heavily near the sheep. He wasn't a tiny thing, but he wasn't huge either, perhaps the size of a large dog. And like a dog, he shook himself idly, the fur ruff collaring his neck flicking bits of dust and stone about.

"But I think sometimes people learn other kinds, too. Fire-users are angry, and you're obviously angry so you can probably use it too." This was completely incorrect, naturally, but it was Imp's view on things, and so he stated it as fact.

"Focus on heat? I dunno. I never tried to breathe fire properly like dad. If you want to really learn he might be better at teaching but he's boring."

He hauled himself right up to the sheep, sniffing at her, wondering if she'd smell nice, or if she'd stink.

@Peggy ((To check, are you typing out @Imp rather than copy/pasting it? I've NO IDEA why I'm not getting tags rofl))

OOC: I’m just quoting the post and keeping the tag? :0 Trying this one typing it out.

That everyone’s special in their own way crap wasn’t going to fly with Peggy. Her face was quickly filled with displeasure as she realized her own very special power was MAKING SALADS!

Her tiny lamb body seemed to float for a second as the creature flopped onto the ground. She could feel herself hovering, the resonance of his weight spreading like a ripple. Peggy blinked, but quickly attempted to hide all sorts of impression on her face. Just replacing it with a big red bow of GRUMPINESS. Him calling her angry didn’t help, even if it was the most complete truth. “I be nah always angry!” The sheep shouted, quite ironically. Perhaps she was far too young to notice irony yet. Or maybe she just really liked contradicting people. It’s a nice hobby.

He goes on rambling about heat and his father and how boring he was. Peggy’s young head scrambled to make an insult. Those were really important. “He's prolly better at it than...” And suddenly, he was SNIFFING her. An angered BAAA leaves her lips, as she attempts to push him back with a hoof. “Don't come nigh me ye jumped up grass combin' chunk O' bat spit!” She could feel the heat rise to her face. If fire was going to come from her anger, somebody was going to burn.

Sass sass sass.

@Imp

Imp blinked as the sheep baa'd, and as she broke into a bunch of rambling that he could not even begin to fathom. The meaning wholly escaped him, and he stared, for a long moment, trying to puzzle it out.

At long last, none too eloquently, he spoke.

"...What?" He tilted his reptilian head, then sat back a bit, more upright, peering Peggy over. "Does that mean you'd want to meet him or-... Not?"

His amused, combatative nature then took note of the other thing Peggy had said--and, of course, he had to challenge it.

"And yeah you are! You're SO always angry. I dare you, say one not-angry thing! Go ahead, do it!" he challenged, his ever-present grin seeming to widen.

ooc - yup, that did it! Quoting tags doesn't work, for some reason :O
@Peggy

The child stepped back, ears falling softly on her skull. Nose twitching as she glared at him with all her might. As if that simple gaze could somehow swallow him with fire. Teeth gritted as she concentrated all her power. Trying desperately to make some sort of flame begin to lick up his legs, and make him ash and smoke. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Yet his words seemed to tumble from his mouth with some difficulty. Peggy was confused even more by HIS confusion, as if it it were contagious. “Why would I wants t' meet 'im? He prolly looks as ugly as ye.” The sheep hisses. Rapidly piecing together some insulting response. Her tongue feeling like it was going to snap if it went any faster.

Of course, Imp gave her more than enough fuel to stoke the fire. Calling her angry again, with that awful smirk she just wanted to wipe off his face. Peggy swallowed. Lips pressed together in an attempt to not coat her words with rage. “Ye...I reckon yer powers....are cool.”

Sass sass sass.

@Imp

Imp peered.

"I said. To learn fire." Then he paused, letting the sheep think. She was obviously thinking. Or so he thought. When Peggy managed a fairly non-hateful compliment, for a moment he simply stared.

Huh. I didn't think she had it in her.

"Well that--that was actually pretty good," Imp conceded, reluctantly. "And yeah, he's pretty ugly? But so are we," the hybrid added, cheerfully matter-of-fact. In this case, it didn't even occur to him that it might be an insult. He liked scaring people with his appearance--he was grotesque, and he enjoyed it. He certainly didn't know why this might factor in to Peggy wanting to visit someone, or not.

"Here, look." He concentrated, slowly waddle-turning so he wasn't facing Peggy, and focused. He felt his gem-horns shimmer with power, felt the heat welling up within. Slowly, he closed his eyes, then opened his maw--doing it all slowly, somehow hoping this would help the plant-sheep "learn fire"--until searing heat burst forth into the air.

Then he turned, peering at her. "Did that help?"

ooc - forgot to rolll
@Peggy

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