Wyvern Posted August 13, 2006 Report Posted August 13, 2006 Wyvern charges into the Cabaret Room in a cyclone of loose paperwork, talking on a miniature crystal ball attached to his left horn through several layers of cheap scotch tape. The overgrown lizard licks a claw and tears a few more legal documents from the extra-thick pad of paper in front of him, only to pause as he reaches a sheet containing several poorly doodled T-shirt designs. “And so you see, Sssusan, the base of your work would not only come to life on my new line of productsss, it’d ssscream off of the discount polyester and grab the customer by their throats ‘til proof of purchase!” Wyvern scratches at the scotch tape on his horns and tilts his head a bit in the hopes of strengthening the crystal ball signal. “What? N-n-no, the screaming would be a good thing. I mean… hello? Miss Carroll?” Wyvern curses to himself and rips the crystal ball from his horn, shaking it a bit before realizing that the disconnection had been deliberate. He growls to himself and tosses the small globe over his shoulder, then sighs and stoops down to snatch up a package attached to his tail stinger. The lizard straightens out the wrinkled fabric of the package a bit, then tip-toes towards a familiar figure sitting in the shadows. He waits until Yui-chan has finished reading the chapter of her current book before pouncing into her little corner and nudging her with a scaly shoulder. “Happy Birthday, Yui.” Wyvern strikes a toothy grin and presents her with a slightly dirty-looking package. “I gotcha an Almost Dragonic Brand Novel Tee™ as a gift, but it’s not quite what I hoped it’d be. I wanted to get ya one based on this book called The Night Drifter since I figured it’d compliment your style, but the author said that giving me the rights would be about as likely as getting into Comicon without a three-year advance ressservation.” Yui carefully unravels the package, only to raise a brow and smirk at what appears to be a Novel Tee interpretation of “Wyvern: the Autocratic Introspective” (or “2001 More Ways to Make Geld,” if there’s a difference between the two). The tacky faux-gold dollar bill signs that coat the shirt's length are only complimented by the tail stinger-sized hole at its center. “I know it’s not really your ssstyle, but I figure maybe you’ll be able to use it as a sweat rag when handling taxes or something.” Wyvern winks, then smiles and gives Yui a big hug. “Just want ya know that the thought was there, anyhoo.” With that, Wyvern tugs at the black asp still coiled around his leg and settles down in a corner of the Cabaret, watching the well-wishers file in with gleeful eyes as the snake lets out a low hiss. :-) OOC: Happy Birthday, Yui. Hope you have a great one.
Gyrfalcon Posted August 13, 2006 Report Posted August 13, 2006 Moments Earlier... Daryl crept up behind the cloaked figure, having to suppress the furious wagging of his tail as he considered his success. Mentally, he reviewed what he had to do... leap, hug head, bite down on the device in his mouth, and hold on for dear life... got it. With a yerf of "Banzai!" he leapt and clung to Yui-chan's head as she started in surprise, wrapped his paws tightly around the sides of her head, stuck his face in hers, and gave her a muffled yip of "Hi!" as he bit down on the muzzle-shaped device in his mouth. It activated, glowing as it as pulled in the mana flows, and then... they disappeared. Yui-chan yelped and pulled at the fox clinging to her hair, when she became aware that she was no longer in her study at her and Aegon's estate, but instead standing in the middle of the Cabaret Room, a crowd of people around her. She looked around in surprise, forgetting the fox cleaning to her head, and blinked "What...?" In response, the crowd roared as one "Happy Birthday, Yui-chan!" Before cheering. Blushing, Yui-chan finally got Daryl out of her hair, and he nestled into her arms, spitting out the teleportation device and licking her face. Gyrfalcon chuckled and approached. "Happy Birthday, Yui-chan. Sorry to kidnap you, but it was the quickest way to get you here." "Not to mention fun!" Daryl yerfed, wagging his tail. "Let's do it again!" "Later Daryl." Gyrfalcon said, smirking at the fox. "Awww." Gyrfalcon chuckled and shook his head before holding out a wrapped present to Yui-chan. Unwrapping his gift curiously, Yui-chan opened the box to see a set of brushes, the tips glowing faintly blue. "Magical brushes for a magical artist, Yui-chan, these will never lose bristles, are easy to clean, and the bristles will remain soft and won't split apart." Gyrfalcon said, smiling "I hope it aids in your art, Yui-chan. Happy birthday, my dear friend, I hope you enjoy it."
Peredhil Posted August 14, 2006 Report Posted August 14, 2006 No clever words to write No role-played post Just a happy birthday wish From a Polite Ancient Elder Ghost.
Patrick Posted August 14, 2006 Report Posted August 14, 2006 And a happy birthday from me too! Hope it is (was) great.
Sweetcherrie Posted August 14, 2006 Report Posted August 14, 2006 Happy birthday (wish I was inspired to write more, but if I wait any longer for lightning to strike I can post it next year....)
The Portrait of Zool Posted August 29, 2006 Report Posted August 29, 2006 Ack! How did I miss this!? http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif *Zool beats on his portrait with a dried paint brush.* "WAKE UP!" Yeesh. Happy very belated.
Asmadeus Posted August 30, 2006 Report Posted August 30, 2006 I guess I'm set for wishing a late-happy birthday as well... So... Happy Birthday ! (Or happy Transformation Day, depending if you're a Racouol-believer or not)
Ozymandias Posted September 1, 2006 Report Posted September 1, 2006 Ozymandias looked at the date, looked at the package in his hand, looked back at the date, and frowned. Flicking an already inked quill into his hand from nowhere with all the ease of a lifelong illusionist, he scratched furiously at the cheerily lettered tag affixed to the package. Barely a minute later the old pharaoh removed pen from paper, leaning his head back as though to get a fuller view of the small sheet of paper. It read, in intricately illuminated script: Happy Birthday, Yui-chan! A Very Merry Unbirthday, Yui-chan! Tucking the box under his arm, Ozymandias strolled off down the corridor, smiling contentedly. He was sure the Huntress would like her shadow mittens - they were, after all, not only unique in their very being, but doubly unique in that they were the only mittens that would keep one's hands cool. He was happy, though knitting them had had the odd effect of removing the hereditary tan from his hands. It looked, he felt, a bit weird on an Egyptian.
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