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WHO Alichi'ra Drakkha and O'danya Mitnu
WHAT miqo'te were not meant to stay in Coerthas for any extended period of time
WHEN post-2.56
WHERE Camp Dragonhead
WHY It's probably Leo's fault

Alichi'ra was not usually an impatient miqo'te, but staying in Camp Dragonhead was putting him on edge. It was partially his own natural dislike for crowded areas (as make Keeper of the Moon miqo'te did not do well in busy towns) and also because it was difficult to go out and see what was happening in the other three city-states. Between him and O'danya, he was the political one of the two and needed more information to see if there was anything that could be done about the Syndicate's complete control over Ul'dah.

Without that to help ease his thoughts, he turned to other distractions. He helped the blacksmiths and armorers churn out new weapons and armors for the House Fortemps soldiers, he wrote of the adventures both he and O'danya had together, and he helped trained the lancers who were currently stationed in Camp Dragonhead. Right now, he was working with the worst of the worst, trying to get them into shape for their fight against the dragons and Lady Iceheart's heretics.

"You all know that I am one of the two known as the Warrior of Light and that I am to be your trainer. Despite that, I am not to be held in higher regard than any of your other trainers," he started, lance in hand. While his clothes might be considered odd for armor, the legendary relic lance he carried was enough proof that he was meant to be standing in front of them. "I have been tasked with you as my students because I have been told that any lesser lancer would not be able to assist you, so I will train you up and you will prove to them that you are worthy to carry that lance in your hands and fight for your nation and your god."

blackascole

WHO Cole Turner (

blackascole) and Chris Halliwell (

chriscross)
WHAT dumb teenagers dealing with each other
WHEN fixed timeline, idk when exactly I'm too lazy to do math
WHERE the manor and other various places
WHY because this is probably Leo's fault

Things never seemed to go right in his life. His father murdered before his eyes when he was a child, his mother raising him as a demon and pushing him to become a mercenary, and then finally taking this job to find the weakness to get at the Charmed Ones. He had been forced to deal with the middle child of the oldest Charmed One since they were about the same age and no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, he became friends with him and eventually, fell in love with him. This was what he was warned again, but yet he still did it because he couldn't help it.

Of course, things went from bad to worse with the revelation that he was a demon and that he had been sent to take out the sisters. For once though, things turned for the better. His mother was vanquished, he was free, and he had been taken in by one of the sisters to give him something resembling a normal human life. The downside was that Chris was still angry at him, feeling betrayed because he had originally used their friendship to try getting at his family.

Cole had talked to Paige about it a lot when they had their chats about things that were on his mind and helping him deal with both halves of himself. She knew her nephew far better than Cole could ever have the chance to in his short time as his friend and she had given him some advice as to how to deal with him and maybe try to start repairing their broken friendship. So one Friday afternoon after school, Cole decided to be a proper demon and attack the problem head on. With Kat, Tamara, and Henry Jr in tow, he headed over to the manor so that not could they hang out with their cousins, but so Cole had a reason to be there that wouldn't have him be kicked out of the house. After saying hello to Piper and Leo, Cole headed upstairs to look for Chris and when he found him, he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

"So, I wanted to talk. About things. And maybe you could help me with my history homework," he said calmly. "You think you'd be okay with that or do you still want to toss me into a wall?"

devilshands

WHO (

idleplaything) and (

devilshands)
WHAT anonymous hookups that may not become something more
WHEN modern day
WHERE a room
WHY blame Leo

There were always a number of different requests given to her day in and day out as to what people wanted from her. They ranged from the cute and relatively mundane to the weird and "I'm going to call security to escort you out of here." This request, however was an odd one. Total anonymity in an industry that thrived on being anonymous of everyone's safety to an extreme most people didn't usually take it. It was because of anonymity that she was called Bat here, beyond the fact that of course she'd call herself one of the cutest animals ever.

The client was a woman, young and quite clearly carrying an air of nervousness over the whole situation. Most people couldn't really go through with this, chickening out before they got through the front door, but she had stayed firm, making it all the way to her room, blindfolded and waiting for Bat to lead her in. The room was dark, the only light being what little could shine in from the window that had its blinds closed to make it as dark as possible. Thankfully for both of them, she knew the layout of the room and took the girl's hand, gently leading her to the bed and sitting her down on it, sitting down on it as well and pulling her to the center of the bed.

"You know the rules? Whatever happens, if you want it to stop, we're stopping. You just got to let me know."

misconceived

WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails)
WHAT idk Hawk said we could
WHEN Sometime in early season six
WHERE Underworld, Cole's pimp lair
WHY this is all Leo's fault
WARNINGS Mind control???

This was definitely not how Chris expected his time in the past to go. Despite interference not only from Leo once he returned, Cole Turner was getting in the way to an extreme degree that Chris hadn't anticipated. In his own time, Cole was long gone and taken care of by Wyatt, dead just like anyone else. Here in the past, the half-demon was still kicking and on some unknown agenda that Chris had never bothered to really investigate as long as Cole kept his distance from little Wyatt.

That was turning out to be a mistake.

Now he was in the Underworld, bound up in a way he couldn't properly move and couldn't orb out and his nerves were already beginning to fray. With the way the sisters didn't quite know whether to trust him or not and his father already out for his blood, the chances of them putting a priority on Chris's rescue were uncertain. Whatever it was Cole planned to do with the Charmed Ones' whitelighter, he couldn't imagine it was pretty.

"Hey, are you just going to stand there all day?" he taunted. Never let it be said Chris wasn't a Halliwell, whether anyone knew it or not. Sitting and taking whatever this was just wouldn't do.

misconceived

WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails)
WHAT An alternate ending to the story of a summoner and his summon. Or is this just the beginning?
WHEN During the fall when Chris is almost 20.
WHERE Lord Turner's estate.
WHY The Holy Order of Whitelighters just shouldn't be in charge of anything. Including having kids because Leo's a terrible dad.

There were a lot of things that paladins had to do as part of their duties to king and country. Maintaining the land and watching summoners were some of the most important, but they also needed to make peace with the lords, ladies and people of every corner of the kingdom to ensure their influence was spread wide as possible. One particular lord was extremely adamant about not allowing the Order of Whitelighters into his lands and it was becoming a common and tiring argument for the paladins to make a yearly appeal to allow them entrance.

However, this was Chris's first time being brought along for the useless mission. He had only this past summer been properly knighted after his expedited training ever since his fourteenth birthday, something people blamed on nepotism where Chris honestly blamed it on a guilty conscience pushing him too far in his training. Whatever the case, he was still considered a rookie by all the other full-fledged paladins and was still being stuck with the most menial of tasks while they hazed him for real. As if all those years of bending to their whims as a trainee wasn't enough. There was no room for him to complain, though, and he did the tasks set to him with no genuine bite behind them. This was all he was good for anymore, and he would at least make sure he could do it well enough to make Leo proud of his son in some meager way.

Knocking on the large ornate doors to the sitting room only briefly before allowing himself in, Chris announced himself easily. "Sir Wyatt," he said. "We've received missive from Sir Gideon that Lord Odin has signed himself if you have a moment to excuse yourself."

Without precedence, his attention was struggling to remain on Leo while he delivered the message. He couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn to the aggravated lord seated on the other end of the room. Something about him... something about him was commanding his full focus and it was making his gut crawl. Or were those butterflies? He had no idea what the feeling was, but all of a sudden it was as if the air was stolen from his lungs. What was going on?

devilsinthedetails

WHO Belthazor (

devilsinthedetails) and Chris Halliwell (

chriscross)
WHAT A summoner and his summon go on a quest to prove themselves, but end up saving the world instead.
WHEN After Chris's fourteenth birthday at some point
WHERE In a town along their path
WHY because Leo will always be the most terrible of fathers

It was going to be a good day to be traveling. Even early in the morning as it was, Belthazor could tell that it was going to be ideal conditions that wouldn't slow them down. They were at an inn, taking advantage of the rare times they were able to stop in a town and rest. Chris was still sleeping, though Belthazor was about to change that. Walking over to his master's bed, he reached down and poked his forehead gently, making sure to not scratch him with his claw.

"Summoner." Belthazor's mental 'voice' rang sharply through the link, using emotions and memories to convey his intent to Chris far better than his own made up sign language could. Besides, it was hard to make hand signals that a sleeping boy could read, thus poking and mental communication. Seeing that it wasn't quite working, Belthazor poked the summon sigil on Chris's abdomen none too gently. "Summoner, you need to wake up."

selfperpetuate

WHO Alex Daniels (

selfperpetuate) and Jordan Leslie (

sensationate)
WHAT magical hijinks turn one man into two. what's a boyfriend to do
WHEN modern day-ish?
WHERE Alex and Jordan's shared home
WHY because it's Leo's fault for being a terrible dad

Sleeping was the absolute worst for someone like Alex. Being an empath, vampiric or not, meant that no matter what, Alex could feel everything. During the day when he was awake and could focus, Alex could just block it out, ignore the desire to find the nearest person and take his fill of of their feelings, their desires. When he was asleep, he had absolutely no control over everyone's feelings rushing in and overtaking his mind as dreams twisted into nightmares and nightmares back to dreams on a whim.

It helped to have Jordan next to him, a soothing, familiar mind to help make a shield around Alex's raw nerve of a mind. Tonight was a bad night and not even his boyfriend laying next to him could stop the emotional onslaught he felt. Tossing and turning, he pushed himself up against Jordan in his sleep until there was no more bed and he pushed Jordan off accidentally, waking up the moment he felt the pain from his boyfriend.

"Damn it," he murmured as he ran his hands through his hair and looked in the direction where he knew Jordan lay on the floor. "You okay down there or do I have to send in search and rescue to bring you back up?"

mysterzie

WHO "Aaron" (

mysterzie), Jason Marks (

blackjackofall)
WHAT Birthday surprise! ... and not just for the lucky kid, either.
WHEN December 15th, 2015.
WHERE Jason's rather lavish hotel room.
WHY Do I even need to say it?

For all that Jace was terrible at being in the right place at the right time, he did at least have a good sense of excellent hotel rooms. Last year and the year before had been foiled in catching Jace anywhere on this particular day, so Aaron decided this year to make sure to catch the guy sometime before midnight. He hadn't had anyone to really celebrate his birthday with for five years running, so of course he was wanting to do something with the one person who still talked to him.

But he wasn't here. Aaron was beginning to get frustrated with that. It wasn't as if Jace had holiday shopping to do or anything, so where could he be? Where could he consistently be that wasn't where he should have been? Whatever. Aaron would wait. As it was, he'd searched the suite thoroughly for any special decks lying around just in case, then settled for a mundane one and a small bottle of champagne from the minifridge before he spread out on the huge bed. Barefoot, sleeves rolled up and legs curled up under him, he was dealing out cards and picking them up, shuffling before he laid them out again.

If he timed it right, maybe it would look like he'd just gotten there when Jace arrived. That would be really cool.

mysterzie

WHO "Aaron" (

mysterzie), Jason Marks (

blackjackofall)
WHAT Meet ~~cute~~ little shit.
WHEN 2013.
WHERE Las Vegas, Nevada.
WHY ~~because Leo is a terrible father~~ what

Things were coming up red tonight. Color was better than none, and that philosophy was serving Aaron well. They weren't always hits, but the roulettes were hot and he had little doubt that it was thanks to the pretty ladies who insisted on blowing on his chips before he'd lay them down. Whether it was because they had a power or were just that lucky, he didn't care. It was fun. This face was a good one, respectable and handsome and adult and everything Aaron needed to be virtually invisible to have a good time.

Laughter and cries of despair were common, but Aaron was attracting quite the crowd. He wasn't cheating (not yet, anyway, the slots would come later) but it seemed like his run of luck wasn't going unnoticed. That was okay. If he started to get in trouble, he would just pop out and let the poor dealer sap deal with the aftermath. Aaron really didn't like dealers and that was what made it so easy to use their faces to get away with whatever he wanted.

"One more time?" he asked, a playful grin spread across his face while he lifted a chip to his shoulder. "I'm thinking... Red 14."

nerdfight

WHO Victor von Doom (

nerdfight) and Misha Hunt (

interspace)
WHAT In which science is done, a country is conquered, and Misha has to deal with a narcissistic asshole hellbent on revenge.
WHEN About a year after the sequel
WHERE Various places
WHY because fuck you Richards, that's why

It was something that had been bothering him for a while, a question that had been left unanswered and one that he was finally deciding to spend his time on now that he had to build up his resources and wait instead of attacking. Who was the girl who had appeared out of nowhere and integrated herself with his greatest enemies? She was an unknown variable, a puzzle to be solved, a threat to be destroyed. He needed to figure her out so he could properly dispose of her and move onto his real targets.

That would take time and research and since his last defeat, he'd take things slower so that he could do things properly. First, he watched from afar through cameras and finding videos of her exploits. Her flight was unnatural, something that couldn't be explained like how he and the others could be. Then, he had to take readings where he couldn't be caught. It was easy enough, send a small drone out to take the readings during a fight, with everyone distracted enough to not notice yet another spectator to the match. That was when he noticed it. He needed to study her in person, he had to know if the readings were correct.

So he set up a plan. A test run of his newly created Doombots would do nicely. Five points of attack to separate everyone so that he could grab the little insect like a flytrap, snatch her up in such a way that nobody could save her from his grasp. It was a beautiful day for an attack too, bright and sunny with no chance of rain. Donning his mask and outfit, Doom went out with his army of Doombots and waited on a skyscraper for his target to pass on the way to one company of his Doombots. When she arrived, he would be ready.

misconceived

WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails).
WHAT Cole actually does fuck off during A Witches' Tail and goes on to be a successful lawyer in the Big Apple, vanquishing evil at is appears and saving innocents in the courtroom. Chris never fully died after Gideon stabbed him and now he lives in New York trying to balance being half-ghost with life in the big city until he can present himself to his family again.
WHEN Late 2005.
WHERE New York City, New York, USA.
WHY So Leo can be a slightly-less terrible dad for baby Chris.

This guy was really starting to piss Chris off. He had taken to shimmering only blocks away, close enough to sense but far enough that Chris couldn't hear where he had reappeared, and was practically leading him somewhere. It wasn't very cool considering the demon had already gotten away with killing two witches and seemed to be playing fun with his ghostly stalker before moving on to the third. Chris really wasn't planning on letting that happen.

He turned an alley and found himself surprised to see the demon was cornered by someone else now. How had anyone else gotten here so quickly and not tripped his magical/ghostly sense? Was this guy just some poor sap who had stumbled upon a demon making his meandering escape?

Chris stepped forward, waving his arm widely. "Hey, get out of here! It's not safe!" he called. It alerted the demon to his own presence, but hell if he was going to let an innocent get caught in this crossfire. No way, not after already losing two witches to this asshole.

misconceived

WHO Chris Halliwell (

misconceived), Cole Turner (

devilsinthedetails).
WHAT In a universe where Chris is the son of Phoebe and Cole, his father has had enough hints dropped to maybe piece things together. Now he's going to go prove it.
WHEN Sometime after 6x12: Prince Charmed.
WHERE Back room at P3.
WHY Because Leo would make a terrible father.

To say that Chris was exhausted would probably be an understatement. Oh, physically he was passing by just fine, but ever since the sisters had more or less evicted him from the manor, things had been going pretty harshly. He should have known they wouldn't believe him about Wyatt, yet he had hoped that perhaps could have squirmed around it. Messing with Piper's birthday man at the same time probably only made it worse. They had never really trusted him so he wasn't quite sure why it hurt him or surprised him so much, especially after so many months of living mired in their suspicion.

Either way, all that meant was that Chris was on his own on following his leads until he could get back into the girls' neutral graces again. That meant making careful steps and not expecting backup, which also meant he needed to take care of himself and make sure he could at least work without collapsing in the middle of meeting with any of his informants. Demons sure did love it when you bared your weak little throat like that to them.

With a quiet scoff to himself, Chris entered his room at P3, nothing more than a converted storage/office to hold a cot in it, then stopped utterly short when he noticed that he wasn't alone. Brief flashbacks of Bianca waiting for him stuttered through his mind, overlaying that image with his new intruder. "Cole?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"
* * *

Heartbreak
First ; reveal

Adorable
Third ; nightmare

Ridiculous
Second ; flirt

chriscross

WHO Chris Halliwell (

chriscross) and Andy Trudeau (

oneminuteoftruth).
WHAT Andy Trudeau died a while ago. He came back as a whitelighter and, six years later, was assigned a charge more important than any others so far: the newborn Chris Halliwell. Fast forward about sixteen years and Chris is about to find out that the Elders think he's going to be trouble for remembering a time that no longer exists.
WHEN 2021.
WHERE San Francisco, CA, USA. Somewhere in there.
WHY Because Leo really needs to lern2dad.

If it was one thing people didn't expect from Chris Halliwell, it was patience. Of course the kid was loud, obnoxious and gutsy as all get out, but most people didn't think he was the sort to be able to sit back and observe before flying off the handle when something had him agitated. Most people also didn't get close to the weird kid with too many issues and not enough willingness to get along with other kids his age. That was their loss.

Chris had been waiting for a while, really, to make sure that he was seeing what he thought he had been seeing. Out shopping, hanging out with his few friends, even just walking to and from the bus stop (Piper didn't appreciate it when her boys orbed back and forth unless they were going to be late for some reason). There was always this particular face in the crowd and, while it didn't seem demonic in nature, Chris had a particular feeling about the guy trying to stalk him for some unknown and possibly nonmagical reason. What was his problem?

Today, Chris had enough. He had just been volunteered to grab something that his little sister apparently needed that evening or she would just DIE, but then there was that guy again. Black haired, bit gaunt but not in the unhealthy way, something about him just bugging Chris by merely existing. Taking a turn, Chris waited for the man to catch up and rounded on him.

"What's your deal?" he demanded. That he might be in danger never crossed his mind. A demon or a warlock would have made their move by now, and Chris was more than capable of fending off a mortal. "You ready stop stalking me yet, or should I call the cops?"

twicefated

WHO Chris Perry (

twicefated), Matt Perry (

twiceblessed).
WHAT Two brothers try to figure out how to stand on opposite ends without tipping each other over. Chris is evil and no longer believes in the sanctity of a good/evil balance, and Wyatt is the good trying to stop whatever happened to him as a child to make him that way.
WHEN After the alternate s5 finale.
WHERE ~~Everywhere~~ P3 to start.
WHY because Leo is a terrible father dangit

They'd finally earned some peace and quiet. Even after the Titans had been destroyed, Piper's goddess-wrath calmed, and their new positions as the Charmed Ones' whitelighters was confirmed, there had been some time just settling. Hopping twenty-plus years into the past on a fool's errand had a way of uprooting a guy, after all. Then again, Wyatt seemed better adjusted to it, probably because he'd actually had longer to plan for it. For the first time ever, he had been some steps ahead of Chris and Chris had just followed along behind. If he took care of this now and thwarted Wyatt's only chance do something about the corruption, then it would be beyond worth it to squander some time in the past with his failure of a family.

On the plus side, it meant Chris had gotten to banish Leo and Wyatt could hardly stop him. They both needed the personal time with the sisters that Leo's clinginess would prevent. Chris had more of an interest in establishing underworld contacts and a power base to locate his future-abductor and possibly protect the demon, but if he was going to play along with Wyatt then he needed to not be entirely antisocial with Piper, Paige and Phoebe, too.

So now it was early afternoon at P3 before the band would show up, before Piper would arrive and start getting things ready for the day. They were at the bar and Chris was flipping through some of the older magical texts he had located somewhere down there while occasionally turning to glance at his brother. "Wait, hold up. Did you say they wanted you to go shopping with them?" he demanded. "And you accepted?"

aggrandize

WHO Chris Halliwell (

aggrandize), Nicholas Rush (

waxwingedflight).
WHAT MAGICOPS
WHEN Late 2020s according to Charmed timeline.
WHERE Victim's apartment.
WHY because Leo is a terrible dad ~~wait what~~

I'll fill this in later, let's just transfer our comments for now.

substandards

WHO Peter Hanson (

substandards), Robin Blake (

indominate).
WHAT gosh idek, D/s 'verse that isn't totally stupid. First time scene between in-denial!sub and totally-with-it!Dom.
WHEN About three weeks after Peter and Robin initially meet.
WHERE Peter's bachelor pad.

It was probably a poor, spur of the moment decision that had led Peter into calling Robin. He had been perfectly honest with himself when he'd tucked the card away under his mattress and determined not to think of it again, too wrapped up in his own problems to think of inconveniencing such a wonderful, gorgeous woman no matter the offer that was extended. He had his friends, he had himself, he could totally deal with the times when his brain decided to shut off his common sense for a few hours... or days...

But then he broke a dish while he had been cleaning it, stepped right in the glass, and it didn't quite seem like a bad idea to keep stepping in it, maybe pick it up and see how far it could go until he couldn't hold back a noise. When he caught himself in that spiral, Peter retreated to pluck out what bits he could from his foot and bandage it while his thoughts kept whirling around in a tizzy. He'd had the card in his hand and flipped over, phone out and dialing before he had even registered it.

"Hi, um, Ms. Blake? A-about that offer at the party... Oh, uh, I'm at 87 Surrey Hill Drive. Okay."

That was that. She was already on her way before he could even think to regret it. Now he was a bundle of nerves and pacing by the door on a clean but still-injured foot to focus himself. She was going to see him as a wreck, but probably better to see her in person and convince her it had been a mistake to call than just call her right back and plead with her not to come. That would seem desperate, right?

outpaced

WHO Konrad Ziegler (

outpaced), Gisil Ziegler (

dispeller).
WHAT Family outings for the Zieglers tend to be rather... adventurous and/or danger-fraught.
WHEN Modern day.
WHERE Outside a rural city toward the entrance of an abandoned underground village.

It was a simple hike out to the latest point of interest for the Zieglers. Although it was not a new discovery outside the humble Canadian city, there was always something new to find if one knew where to look. One of Kurt's most valuable discoveries went like this: when something was new, everyone would descend in a flock until everything was picked clean and leave. Squatters would move in during the aftermath, make their own history in their hermitism or within whatever small community they formed, and leave their own legacy behind. Sloppy seconds, these were not.

The ruins themselves had hardly been disturbed for over a century. Nearly seventy years ago, Kurt had heard word of freeloaders taking residence, stirring a bit of local gossip, and then not much more in recent times. It had been enough to make a mental note, but not so drastic that he'd rushed out as soon the rumors had ceased. Now it was time to reap the benefits of that patience with his son.

Hefting his fairly unladen backpack over his shoulder, he glanced aside to Gil. "You've remembered to bring the lights, I hope. After that time a handful of years ago, I've had enough damp and dark to last me for another few decades."

privatematter

WHO Shannon Vaughn (

privatematter), Eli Delacroix (

aspectional), and other Aspects.
WHAT Life takes a small turn for the exciting when the rest of the Aspects find out about the weird, three-way relationship that has evolved between Eli, Shannon and Michelle. It actually gets interesting when said relationship ends up getting involved in a sting on a large, black market smuggling ring.
WHEN idk, mid-1991-ish.
WHERE Chicago, IL, USA.

It was a beautiful summer day. Warm sun, pleasant breeze, excellent weather and plenty of friends. After a week of various he-said, she-saids among all of the Aspects hoping to do something with the optimistic forecast, it was decided to host a barbeque at Shannon's place (for Shannon's place was the only one with an appropriately-sized yard especially picked out for Lacey) where everyone could hang out and reconnect no matter what else was busying up their lives.

Although Shannon was hosting, he was hardly doing any of the cooking and found himself lingering by the screen door nursing a beer while he chatted around and listened for any of the straggling guests at the front. Only one or two people were actually hanging around inside to use the kitchen where there wasn't space out on the porch, so he kept an ear to that conversation, as well.

There was a rat-a-tat on the door. "I'll get it," he called inside the house, before Matheus could take it upon himself to answer. Shannon needed something to do for himself, and Matheus seemed to not be too keen on letting people (or himself) into Shannon's house without permission lately. Setting the beer aside, he made for the door and opened, brows raised expectantly; anyone who was coming would know to announce themselves.

implike

WHO Eli Delacroix(

implike), Shannon Vaughn (

privatematter).
WHAT Care of Magical Creatures apparently involves dragons. Or an animagus professor being a troll and messing with his students. Thirteen year old Eli knows better than to fall for that.
WHEN Modern-ish setting? Eli's third year at school.
WHERE Salem Witches Institute, a courtyard.

For the first time in his time at school, Eli was not running late to a class that wasn't Transfiguration. He wasn't the first to make it to the courtyard where class was being held, but he was far from the last. Every since he was a child, he loved to read about all sorts of different creatures and a class just about the magical ones was definitely right up his alley, especially if he got to interact with them first hand.

He wasn't expected the whispers and panicked looks on some of his classmates' faces when he arrived. His small size meant that the crowd of students was a wall to him and forced him to weave around legs and bodies so that he could get a closer look to see what had gotten them all worked up. He was expecting something surprising, but he didn't expect to see a dragon laying in the courtyard with the professor nowhere to be found.

Why is there a dragon here? Aren't they supposed to be dangerous? This is so cool! Did the dragon eat the professor? Where is he at? Questions fluttered in the air as Eli frowned at the dragon, feeling that something was off about it. He knew that it wasn't a dragon and when it finally clicked, he couldn't help but smile widely. It was so obvious and nobody else could tell.

"It's not a dragon, everyone," Eli said loudly, his childish voice carrying an air of duh as he said it and walked out towards where the not-dragon lay. There was some shock and one of the other kids tried to reach out to stop him but he avoided it deftly in a way that only a small person could do so effectively. Getting close to the dragon, he looked straight at it without any fear and spoke. "Hello, Professor. Are we learning about dragons today?"

rediant

WHO Harrison (

rediant), Zach (

sablutage).
WHAT Bar-side musings from the wrong side of the bar.
WHEN 20XX.
WHERE [Bar name], California.

It was mid-afternoon, and Harrison was at the bar. Thankfully not in an it's-five-o'clock-somewhere sense, but actually behind the bar and practicing his drink mixing. While he tried out different combinations and moved on from one alcoholic base to another, his webbing flew about from his palms, his shoulders, anywhere that was convenient in order to move, replace and retrieve the drinks and cups necessary for his little experiments. Their beloved little hole in the wall was never open early enough for anyone to be dropping by to witness it, which meant Harrison was safe to be as ridiculous as he wanted.

Then again... they would be opening soon. They'd owned the place for a couple of years now, Harrison and Zach, and that was how it always was. Their schedule wasn't ever set in stone, but it sure was easy to set a clock by when they had to keep relatively regular hours for the people who wished to frequent their establishment. Even on nights that the brothers weren't there to hold the fort, their employees kept the hours instead.

Without pause or any sort of preamble, Harrison asked, "Do you think we should open earlier?" It would be something different, certainly, and give them a chance to branch out and add something more to their reputation than being the awesome joint with just the right atmosphere and great staff.

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He told me a story about yesterday. [ closed ]

In the one life that we've got [closed]

feet on the air. [ closed ]

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