LovelyAnastasia

Fairytale Town

Phillips was sitting on the back porch rubbing his forehead when Ella found him. She sighed and sat on the arm of the chair, looking out at her little concave of a garden. The fence was high, the trees surrounding, making it rather private from the rest of the neighborhood. Honeysuckle vines grew on something, berry vines, grapes vine, ivy vines on others. Small trees for certain fruit and two wood box gardens for things that need growing in the ground. She even had a few berry bushes here and there. Ella was a forest nymph after all. She like this kind of thing, even if she had to keep it private from prying eyes of overly nosey Normies.

"'Make friends'," scoffed a very wary Ice Prince, "Fat lot that did me. Instead you lost a friend. Maybe more."

"Ariel is someone...more complicated t'an all this, Phillip," Ella put a hand on his shoulder, "And vhat if you are wrong? Vhat if Charles isn't out to take over all Tale creatures? Wouldn't it make you look a bit... brash?" Phillip stood up suddenly, throwing his hands in the air.

"Oh, so you don't believe me either!" he shouted. Ella stood, nervously looking towards the house, as if the Duck might burst through her door at any moment.

"Phillip, please-"

"No! I don't want to be quiet! I want to yell at the top of my lungs and freeze this whole god forsaken-" He was cut of quickly. Two arms around his neck and Ella's lips pressed against his, she had shocked him out of his anger. When she felt he had calmed down, she separated from him, brushing off the front of her dress.

"Have you calmed down now?" she said calmly. No answer. "Good. Now let us just be patient, have a cup of tea 'nd wait to see if dis siege by Charming is true or not, alright? If he starts massing an army, t'en ve can go to Red or Rapunzel, da?"
Phillip swallowed hard and nodded weakly, sitting down slowly. Ella nodded briskly and went to go make some tea.

X-Men: The Divided

Starry-Eyed: ....I-I'd rather not get shot at...or have bombs thrown at me...>___>"

Fairytale Town

We should all post now *>*

Camp Half Blood

Iria did a playful mock salute and took out her fans when Michael motioned to them. She looked at Dover and gave a friendly nod. She didn't know Dover all that well, but with this exercise she might just make a new friend. And she was always looking to make a new friend. From gloomy Children of the Hades to overly aggressive Children of Ares, everyone had their fairer qualities. You just needed to find them.

They spoke of strategies and it grew quiet when asked what they might do to deal with anything the opposing team might throw their way. Iria spoke first.
"I'm not too sure about the War Gods' children, but when it comes to mist, instinct and bright light is all you have," Iria had a serious look on her face, unusual for her, "Maybe sound as well. As for Billy... I'd suggest keeping out of his range. If he can't see you, maybe he can't put you to sleep."

"And they may try to ambush you too, Great Leader, they are warrior Children," she gave a teasing wink to Michael before turning to Dover, "We'd better get into position." She looked over her shoulder and gave a wave with her good arm. "Good luck everyone!"

Iria jogged through the forest getting to the clearing without much navigational help. It was quiet, without the others around or the campers milling about. The sky was a perfect blue, cloudless and clear. The grass was tall and wild, swaying about as pitches of wind flew by. Everything looked soft and lush. Ah, the beginnings of summer. Birds chirped happily once the defensive team was out of their closeness. Birds. They were helpful creatures. Their skittishness always made it a bit easier to tell when someone was close by. That would be an advantage. So would the tall grass. And the sunlight. It would give her more to work with.

"One of us should guard the flag out in the open, while the other hides," she said, breaking the silence, "And since I'm not very good at hiding, maybe I should be the bright shiny distraction, hm? Only a suggestion though." She smiled and rocked backed on her heels.

X-Men: The Divided

I don't know. Could be a pretty fair fight. ^.^

X-Men: The Divided

Haha! That'd be awesome XD

X-Men: The Divided

Asha's golden glowing eyes watching each of the trio that approached her. A tall man with odd choice in sunglasses, a man in a wheel chair and a... blue furry creature-man. Any expression that might be on her face was hidden by her dark cloth, the only key her glowing eyes. The older man in the wheel chair spoke first. His voice was... familiar. Clam and clear, saged with wisdom. She nodded her head forward and stood up, hands folded in front of her, feet together, back straight, as if she were to be inspected. It was just a reaction that had been ingrained in her.

"You are the one who spoke,” her voice was soft and smooth, gentle yet guarded, "You guided me here."

The man with the odd sunglasses looked at her and she nodded her head forward, distantly but politely. She did the same towards the beast man. It was the beast man who asked her something she reacted to. She winced. Why hide...herself. At first it had not been her choice to hide, but her mother had decided she would not invoke so much anger from her father if he could not see her... mutation. Asha touched the cloth at her face, but it dropped down to her other gloved hand. Slipping the glove off her slender hand she kept her eyes on the ground.

Her hand glowed softly, pulsing the lights with her heartbeat. The multicolors lights like millions of stars beneath her skin, swirling and waltzing slowly. Her thick clothing had become sort of a cocoon. It made her feel safe. Without it she felt vulnerable...naked...defenseless. Turning her had over slowly, she made sure they could see and take it all in.

"It...doesn't turn off," she said softly, her voice drifting through the quiet hall, "I can't turn it off. But if I'm locked away from the nightsky for days on end, it softens, flickering like candle light just about to go out. That's when I begin to feel sick and weak..." Quickly she slipped her glove back on, her eyes still on the ground. "It never turns off..." she held her hands in front of her, eyes on the ground, "I've...never been around...others like me." Her eyes came up to meet the Beast's. "I hide because I do not want to anger or sicken anyone. And this way...I feel safe."

Camp Half Blood

Eh heh I got carried away. Sorry about the long post, everyone XD

Camp Half Blood

Iria slowly sat up in her bed. The medical treatments they had given her were more than anyone could asked for, but she still felt tired. And when she slept sometimes she'd see dead eyes watching her from dark misty places. But she still smiled as cheerfully as she could. Like nothing was wrong, the circles under her eyes sometimes the only outward mark of her... discomfort. But dreams were merely that. Dreams. And every time she'd wake up with a start or get jumpy when looking in a dark corner, she laugh at her foolishness. Laughter always made her feel better.

"Yes, thank you Michael," she smiled at her fellow campmate. He had been very helpful, as he always was with injured Demis. Though it seemed he was a serious person, Iria thought he just needed a chance to be the one receiving help. Though she was very grateful for him watching over her. Once he had left, she changed into fresh clothes, pale blues and lavenders. She brushed her dark hair into its softer waves, braiding it so it could keep out of the way. Wearing comfortable, practical clothing would be best today, even if her shoulder and chest still ached a bit.

Iria had scolded herself for causing problems for the others many times before. She had to get stronger. She need to learn quicker. And lying around it bed from a bear scratch wouldn't help her. Washing her face, she looked down into the water for a moment, realizing the serious look on her face seemed a bit too glum. Grinning down at her reflection she nodded and left to get something quick to eat. Running made her ache a little too much, but she could manage a good jog. Her fan strapped to her side, she cheerfully greeted many of the campers that passed by, especially the younger ones, laughing off their concerns like she always did and doing something small to make them smile.

Iris, Goddess of Rainbows, was both the a peaceful messenger and a caring concerned figure, at least in all the stories Iria had heard. And although many of her half-siblings were able to shape-shift, or move incredibly swift, or work undeniably well with Hera's children, Iria was sort of the outlier in it all. Certainly she had a talent for soothing people, but anyone friendly enough could do that. And yes she was very good at being a peacemaker, but so were many others with personalities like hers. So that left her gift over rainbow-like lights, wether it was creating small rainbows, shifting large ones, or glowing like a disco ball at a pastel rave. Iria had that, and she was proud of it.

But fighting like a heroic Demi-God was something else. The only real instinct she had was when it came to protecting others in times of peril. That was the time when her body seemed to move on its own. But Iria had decided that fighting was like anything else, you just needed to practice enough to get better. Determination was what decided the hero, even if natural talent helped. But talent could only go so far. So Iria was very enthusiastic about this game for today. Here they were in a safe environment to better themselves. Well, mostly safe. The children of Ares, Athena, and Artemis could get carried away sometimes... Not that they ever meant to of course.

"Hello, everyone!" Iria jogged over to the group, grinning at them all, looking as cheerful as ever. The leather armor they were suppose to wear was stiff, but understandably so. After all they were suppose to protect you, not be comfortable or a fashion statement. Though there was the odd complaint sometimes. Weapon check, done. Greetings, done. Now they were all trying to decide leaders. Iria stayed pleasantly quiet, her hands behind her back listening intently. Not being very good at offense and still a bit achey from the bear scuff, she felt she might be better at defense.

"I could help defend the flag," she said with a quirky grin, "I'm good at the sort."

Fairytale Town

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