Searching for Marshie's Pink Unicorn

Launcelot wrote:Obviously the Virgin was still attached to his arm... So Launcelot drops his sword and tries to pry her off of his arm with his hands.

All in all.. not a good day for our hero, but on the bright side, he got to see Marshie. And he heard the young lady he brought with him calling out to a unicorn.

Launcelot begins looking around for the pink mythical equine.

"Could you please get your honey dripping, leather pants wearing, cat-woman looking mouth off my arm!"

Fae wrote:Fae took a closer look at the rather odd woman. What she saw made her do a double take.

"Ummm, Launce... you didn't happen to oh I dunno, rub some sort of sleeping potion all over your arm at some point today... did you?" Fae glanced up questioningly at their hero.

The leather clad feline was a still as a statue, and almost seemed frozen in time. Fae waved a free hand in front of the girl's eyes. She leaned in close, her lips mere inches from the girl's ear.

"'ELLO!!!!!! yuwhooOOooo!!! ANYONE IN THERE?!"

No reaction.

"Doesn't seem to be anyone home," she concluded.

Sepia wrote:Sepia had recently returned to her home in Wigtown when she felt Jah the only man in her life urging her to leave again and head into the forest. Sighing to herself she puts on her already packed backpack and picks up her travelling harp and heads into the forest.

The forest felt more her home than cities did, as she passed familiar landmarks and pools. Her calm silent pressence not even disturbing the animals as she watched them frollick in the sunlit meadows and pools.

A dark cloud then seems to cross over her, she could feel the darkness at work and no longer wondered why Jah had lead her here. Making sure her harp is in tune Sepia begins to sing channelling her Jah given gifts through her song to dispel the darkness and all the magic seeming to fly around:

Was it so long ago now that we met, you and I?
Both held fast in a passion that we could not deny?
If my hands gave you life, then your voice woke my heart-
From such simple beginnings, how such wonder may start!

Through my long, empty nights, through my cold, lonely days,
How you comfort and cheer me, delight and amaze -
And your soft silver voice could charm life into stone -
My sweet mistress of music, My Lady, my own.

OOC: Has to add the people singing to the magic and people flying around. :wink:

--Virgin wrote:Her honeyed skin was doused with water and she felt nearly helpless when fingers grabbed at her neck to pull her off. But there was something in his blood, so sickenly sweet that it captured her into a trance. It was confirmed the beast unlikely for unicorn capturings. He was too much in love. Gross. Yet like a virgin touched for the very first time (hahaha nerdy but I always wanted to quote the song), she was captured in this bloody spell. Still the incessant workings to pry her off soon did its trick. Especially with that deathly irksome voice ringing through the forests. It was some horrible woman singing love in that unbearable happy tone.

Her eyes drifted from the tattered cat to her leg, and then fell upon the cat-torturer. She looked so very wintry and gorgeous, and her eyes told of cleverness, a wit about her better than any ol' pixie or faery. It was she that touched her neck, it was she that nearly made Virgin vulnerable with water. That sort of woman was the most ebil with water gun in hand. Virgin was confused whether she should be in outrage or admiration.

"You..." she stepped closer to the woman so that her lips were so near it was probably a quick kiss away. She was tempted again to bite, but knowing the woman's abilities... Virgin dared not tangle in that way unless she found out more of this Cat-tastrophie.

"You must be my dark beast. You know you want to be a hawt pink." she whispered with eyes full of lust. Virgin thought of the unicorn fashioning two outfits. Willingly or unwilling, Virgin will have this woman for the unicorn hunt. And don't worry Tom tom, she will get her punishment in due time.
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Ladymarshmellow wrote:Marshie laughed as the soaked, sticky, kitty woman slunk up to Fae and tried to win her over with her wily feline charms. Psssssshh! Like Fae could be won over by mere leather and honey and pink unicorn hawtn-....uh oh. Marshie severely doubted Fae's willpower.

Stepping around the sticks and leaves, then over the wet little tomcat, Marshie stands in front of Launcelot and dabs at his kitty-wound with her sleeve.

"How is it that you always find trouble...? Ha.. More likely trouble finds you, seems it can smell you from anywhere." Marshie leans close and sniffs Launcelot. "Yup, definitely. You reek of disaster....and chocolate."

(ooc: heh 9 days >.> <.< >.<)

Fae wrote:A wiry smile crept over Fae’s expression. It crossed her mind that this one might prove useful to them later.

“I’m not so sure about ‘hawt’ pink, but I can think of something else you might look good in…” she whispered seductively into Virgin’s ear.

Eyes smoldering, she slunk in close enough to place her hands on the woman’s stomach and back. Fae’s nose brushed lightly against the feline’s ear. She released a low purr into her would be playmate’s ear, and slowly began stroking her back. She would take a leaf out of Virgin’s book. After all, better to catch flies with honey indeed.

“Would you like to come with me?” she offered in a soft and welcoming tone, “I think I might have something special for you later if you help us…”

Fae smiled and nuzzled Virgin’s cheek, her eyes sparkling with mirth.


(we ned to jump start this puppy back up :S)

--Giselle wrote:It was then that Giselle, flushed with the success of the cheesy roll and oblivious to all the fighting that had been going on, appeared riding a... white unicorn.

"Coooeeeeee! I got one! He says his name is Fred. But he's the wrong color. Can we paint him?"

--Katherine_beaton wrote:(time for another random interjection )

Kathy shrugged, whoever it was must've decided to put things right without revealing themselves but who cared: things were moving again-and a girl rode in on a unicorn. Whoops, and there went her pony! Silly thing, spooked by a horse with a horn.

She listened to the discussion of changing Fred's color.

"Paint? Hair dye? Dear me, no, surely you know the best way to color unicorn is to feed them colored candies? "

She kept her face serious but laughed inside at the nonsense information she had given the ridiculous girls.
Slipping around behind Launcelot on the opposite side from Marshy she whispered in his ear. "Where did you find such a crazy bunch of ladies? I surely would have thought you were attracted to a more mature sort. I mean sending a man after such a impossible thing as a pink unicorn? You must have a bigger soft spot than people know to go along with that."

--Giselle wrote:SWEETIES! Of course, sweeties. I have some jelly babies in my pocket here, I think...

Here. Only a bit of fluff on them. They've not been in here long, I promise. If I give Fred the pink ones, everyone else can have one. They're only a TINY bit sticky.

--Virgin wrote:You guys move too fast! Can't you see Fae and I are trying to have a moment here?

Virgin titled her head back with eyes closed and purred softly like she were the princess purrrrrfect kitty receiving a royal rubdown to rival all. Licking her lips in satisfaction, Virgin succumbed to Fae's soft enticing touch. With her cheek Virgin nudged her dark beast to go on, not even listening to the coaxing words for help. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the beast's waist, forcefully pulling her even closer so that Virgin's lips could shut that lady from yakking already.

That is until Virgin's ears perked up at the sound of hooves on ground. She sensed innocence, and a whole annoying lot of 'em. Silly creatures with virgin minds... a white unicorn turned pink is little value compared to the naturally pink. It's like bleaching Virgin white and selling her as vanilla. She might as well get a nose job while we're at it. Would the sexii maiden (I <3 you) really accept a sorry offering? Well let's get this over with and best put this worthless thing out his misery.

...'His name's not Fred. It's Dead.'

Virgin eyed the unicorn with a murderous smirk and hungry eyes yearning to slaughter. Buffy--- oops wrong story... Virgin the Unicorn Slayer gripped her whip at the side, but first hesitating.. she turns to her dark beast eager to see truly what skills she had to offer for the pink unicorn quest.

...'Shall you do the honours or shall I?'

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The Virgin Song