13 October 2008 @ 12:27 pm
 
[ There's a work table on the Plane now, with lots of sparkly, ancient and mysterious looking things lined up on it-- and an Angela, sitting on the work surface, filing her nails. The stuff is all neatly lined up, so the gaps where there are a few ingredients missing are a bit obvious. This doesn't seem to bother her, though, as she continues to file, inspect her nails, file, and inspect again. ]
 
 
13 October 2008 @ 12:31 pm
 
[ She's a bit hard to recognise when all bundled up, but Nanoha is here, wearing a woolen hat, a winter coat, and some mittens. Steam rises from the foil-wrapped thing she has in her hands, which on closer inspection turns out to be a sweet potato, which she's cautiously munching on. ]
 
 
13 October 2008 @ 02:33 pm
[She's in the swimming pool, fully clothed (except for her sweater, shoes and socks, which are sitting by the side of the pool) and floating on her back. There's a look of confusion on her face; she starts to sink, flounders for a moment, and then makes it to the edge, grabbing on to pull herself out. It takes a couple of attempts, weighed down as she is by soaked clothes.

When she finally pulls herself our, she flops onto her back on the plane, one wrist laying gently over her eyes.]
 
 
13 October 2008 @ 04:30 pm
{Here is Horo, sitting with a wooden wagon full of all kinds of goods. There's armor, swords, food, furs, an nearly anything you could imagine for a medieval merchant to carry. She had promised Lawrence that she would perform a bit of business only suitable for a wise wolf like she, but really it's more like bringing their wares to the Plane in hopes of trading them off for something more valuable. So she stands in the driver's seat and picks up one of the furs to show off.}

It's a special offer to all of you, since Lawrence ended up buying just a bit too much of everything, it seems like! Our wares are only of the highest quality, fit for even the Lords of whatever land you may live in. I have anything from fresh fruits from the Far East to the softest furs collected from the fruit eating animals of the Far North.

Of course, money would be an issue, so if you are interested I ask for anything of reasonable value to your world. I seek to trade for valuable items so that Lawrence and I can fill our bellies without worry and travel from town to town with ease.

{She grins and takes a seat, setting the fur in her lap} Fufufu, though even if you have no interest in our items, I ask you come forward anyways! There are many strange humans here, and not-humans, for that matter! I think it unsettling for one such as myself with the title of the Wise Wolf of Kenro to not know of other worlds, so I would gladly take the opportunity to converse with any that are so willing!
 
 
13 October 2008 @ 05:04 pm
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[Juni has brought a loom to the plane! It’s a proper wooden loom except the material strung through it is actually a rather large spider’s web… Juni is staring at the loom and the material with the kind of expression usually reserved for mild hysteria] It’s not that I don’t appreciate the present…

[And now she’s walking around it in a rather puzzled way] but how the hell am I supposed to use it?

[Runs a hand through her hair and grunts] …And how many times do I have to explain to him that even as a child I was considered a tomboy?

...He can be a idiot at times, I'm inclined to say most times.
 
 
Current Mood: cranky
 
 
13 October 2008 @ 09:44 pm

I think I can safely say I ain't been in a situation like this before. And those twins. What's with them, huh? 'Cause I seen a lot over the years, and I ain't never seen no humans like them. I ain't sure even the Alchemist was anything like those two.

I ain't never been to a place that's among the stars before either, and hon, I been to a lot of places.

[She surveys the area immediately around her, then flicks her tail in irritation.] Huh. Should have figured that Francine would've talked Dustbin out of coming in with me. Pity; he isn't half bad for a fox. And I have to admit, this is a big improvement on the Wild Roads. I reckon even Francine would like it if she got used to it.

[She stretches, raising her voice slightly in the off chance of there being anyone in hearing range.] So, is there anyone around here who'd mind explaining to me exactly what's going on? 'Cause pretty as this place is? I'm pretty damn busy, and I'd like to be continuing on my way right about now.