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 Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 11:00 am
Butters really had no idea how she could have done this. She meant to head back to the room so she could show Willow all the cool things she made in art class today. The bats made out of pipe cleaners and the mini skeletons she made out of popsicle sticks would go really well with Willows collection (Butters was sure that those bats that Willow had hanging up were just stuffed ones, or like, really really lifelike ones. Butters wouldn’t judge though they looked awesome, even if she kinda thought that they were going to eat her at times…) of funky stuff that she brought from home.
Butter didn’t even know there was a pond in CAMP. But now that she was knee deep in the mud and water she was starting to rethink her first course of action to go swimming whenever she saw a body of water. Maybe acting on her first impulse was not the safest or most intelligent way to go about life. Her shoes were hopelessly soaked and she didn’t trust herself to throw her backpack back to shore. Obviously she was a butterfly and he could fly out but her wings were a bit unsteady at this point in time (her mother promised her that this was normal for girls her age) so she would never make it out with her art folder dry and in one piece.
Pushing her huge art folder onto a more secure place on her head Butters flicked her wings in the hope of trying to dislodge some of the mud which is currently eating her shoe alive. The only thing the tiny gust of wind did was ripple the water and make her tilt to the right a tad more then she wanted to go.
“Mister Pond. If you get one more drop of your lovely water on my bag I am going pour enough coolaid powder in here so you turn pink.” Butters glared at the water as she tried to wiggle her foot free from the hungry clutches of the muddy bank. Today was turning out to be a Butters kinda day, full of ups and downs.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 11:15 am
Dragon was doing what he did best, floating around campus making sure that he didn't get close enough to the ground to risk getting dirty. He didn't have any classes today and didn't plan to go shopping which meant that he had no reason to wear his shoes out. Having no shoes meant not touching the ground since the very last thing that he wanted was dirty feet. It would seem though that he was the only person to think like this he thought to himself as he floated by the pond, paused, and floated back.
Turning his yellow orange eyes toward the body of water, something he had an affinity for given the type of dragon he was, before he found himself starring at some strange looking girl who was in a rather... peculiar position. Was she... stuck in there?
Dragon was one who normally kept his emotions in check, preferring to remain rather neutral on the outside so as not to give away anything he may or may not be thinking but in this instance it seemed to be rather impossible. The girl was stuck, she was really stuck in the mud! He lifted one scaly hand to cover his mouth as he struggled to keep from laughing out loud. He shifted himself so that he was sitting cross legged in the air, his tail draping over his lap to keep it from risking touching the ground, then called out, "Are you having fun in there, bug girl?"
He was never happier then at this particular moment that he wasn't part of one of the other houses, he was happy where he was and with who he was that was for certain... though it was nice to see that they were useful for at least entertaining him. Now to see what her next move was when it came to escaping from her current predicament.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 11:32 am
Butters almost fell face first into the pond when she heard someone giggle and just barely got herself under control when he heard a voice talk to her from somewhere above her. She glanced around and tried to find a body to go with that voice, because if this was all in her brain Willow would never let her hear the end of it. And be like, jealous or something weird like that. Butters loved Willow so much.
When she found the person (boy?) who was giggling and talking to her she froze and blinked slowly (she would have totally rubbed her eyes and made the ‘oh my goodness!’ face like in all the movies, but she had her backpack and art folder to keep out of the Pond-That-Will-Soon-Be-Coolaid-Pink so he could just blink to show her astonishment).
“Dude.” Butters let her backpack drop in the water, she could dry all the papers out later she needed a hand for this. “How are you doing that?” Pointing wasn’t the most polite thing to do, but how else could she show her astonishment if she didn’t flail a bit?
“You don’t have any wings, how are you flying? OH MY GREAT MOTHER! Are you psychic?! Is that levitating!” Butters couldn’t wait to go home and shove her comics in Willows face and tell her super heroes were totally real. As soon a she like, got her art to shore and made the Super Hero how to use her mind powers to Fight Crime.
This was turning out to be the best day ever.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:44 pm
Dragon's eyes widened just a little when the girl just let her things fall into the water and set to pointing at him in a manner that was just plain impolite, "Ahh..." Doing what? He looked down at himself and he starred for a moment since all he was really doing was sitting here. It finally occurred to him that not everyone could do what he could do and more importantly not everyone was Indignadi. He was used to those around him having such powers, just look at Cerbe, Cer, and Rus he'd seen one of them drool fire at one point.
"Psychic? No." Thank the Dragon Gods above for that small miracle, the last thing he wanted was to know what was going on inside the heads of all of the people that he crossed paths with. He somehow wondered what, if anything, was going on through the mind of this girl though that she would let her things just fall into the water. Surely she knew that wasn't good for them? They would be soaked with pond water and ruined... Dragon didn't care though, they were her things, so long as she wasn't knocking his things into the pond he shouldn't really care.
A part of him debated to turn around and head along on his way, leaving the bug girl alone with her wet things in the pond that seemed to have hold of her. Instead though he seemed to find himself tempted to stay because the girl seemed to be... impressed by him. It was something he liked due to his nature, he loved having people look up at him in a manner like the one that she was looking at him, as though he were important. It was true after all, he was just that, important given that he was a Prince. It was nice when other people understood as much.
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