Exanimo

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  1. <p>It's not a gerbil, it's a HAMSTER, you heller!</p>

  2. Exanimo

    Birth

    "Yeah well. Okay." Exanimo nodded to Libelle and turned back towards Brill. "That town over there?" He smiled. "Maybe we can stop by the tavern, too! I bet they have the BEST parties, cuz, like, they can party all night! They don't have to sleep you know."
  3. Exanimo

    Birth

    "No, Libelle. You're just being stupid. AGAIN." He waggled the vial between his fingers. "Uncle DOESN'T hurt people, he can ONLY help them. Like, you know you wouldn't even be married to that guy if it hadn't been for Uncle, right?" Libelle blinked at him, and he continued. "Yah. So what's wrong with that chick, anyway?"
  4. Exanimo

    Birth

    Exanimo's gaze wandered about as his cousin led him towards Brill. Eventually, he tugged free of her, placing his hands on his hips. "If you wanted WATER, you like, totally could have asked me." Producing a large, green vial, he shook his head. "Sometimes you are SO dumb, Libelle. But it's okay, 'cuz I'll take care of you. Uncle left this behind," he thumbed toward the direction from whence they had come, "when he gave that super cute puppy to the fat chick on the ground back there."
  5. Exanimo

    Birth

    Exanimo looked around. He'd followed Libelle to Tirisfal Glades, covertly observing her as she flitted amongst the trees. Eventually realizing that she was playing a game of Hide 'n' Go Seek with Count Fluttersnuff, he scrambled up a nearby trunk. "She'll NEVER find me up here!" He shook his head, proud of his masterly move. "She's like, DEFINITELY too stupid to even know that elves can climb trees." Of course, it failed to occur to him that she hadn't any idea he was even playing. After some number of hours, he grew fidgety. "Um, like. I'm gonna go find some boys. These undead guys always have the best twinks, they're SO skinny!" Leaping down, he half skipped, half stomped through the woods, until he happened upon a small gathering of women. His eyes quickly traveled to the outspread legs of the pregnant warlock, at which he exclaimed, "OH MY GOSH, THAT IS SO WHY I STOPPED LIKING GIRLS!!!"
  6. Exanimo

    Rot

    Exanimo arched his back, enjoying Cabriel's touch as it glided up and down his muscles. "I love it when my boyfriends and my family have the smartest talks. It's really nice." Raising his eyebrows, the red-head generated a sudden expression of surprise. "Oh! Ya know who else I bet would like this?" Pulling a small, squawking wooden block from one of his various bags, he twisted the entrance open, allowing a cramped parrot to crawl out. "Hey, Dr. The Exorcist! Maybe you can help tell my story?" The parrot squawked. "You are fortunate I do not have your head for keeping me in such unbecoming quarters, you dim-witted fool! If it weren't for this seal..." His master blinked once, then chuckled. "Oh, you chickens are so silly." Sabeinne snapped her gaze from Cabriel to rest upon her nephew. "Exanimo, now really is not the time." She straightened up. "And furthermore, parrots do not speak." "Well!" Exanimo puffed his lips out, looking slightly hurt. "Dr. The Exorcist does, and Libelle even KNOWS it." He looked to Cabriel for aid, who offered him a placating smile. His aunt sighed. "It is, no doubt, as she speaks with her own creatures, then," Sabeinne intuited. "Yah EXACTLY! But Dr. The Exorcist wasn't really around till part-way through anyway." "Because I was trapped in your POCKET, you twit. Likely my intellect would much more expediently have evacuated us from the situation, had not I been detained." "So, after you guys left..." ----- Exanimo opened his eyes. His head pounded; surely one of the greatest headaches he had experienced in years, or, at least, since the night of his "Off to be a Crusader!" party. Above him rose a sky of darting shapes and fanciful -- yet fleeting -- whorls and glimmers. Rising unsteadily, he looked about and beyond himself. The great reach of darkness extended, it seemed, in most directions; the soil upon which he stood was dusty and red. Though mountains could be seen rising far, far ahead of him, their existence appeared as dreamily to him as the meteoric lights overhead. "Um... Hallo?" Taking a step, he found that his tread was light, as though his heavy armor had lost all density. "...That is SO cool!" With a bound, he flew several feet into the air, landing softly a few yards from whence he had come. ----- "HELLING MAGISTER!" Exanimo's sudden, uneven cry cut instantly through the tone of his story, evoking a shrill bird-noise from his parrot. "I NEED some more of this REALLY good booze, OKAY?" He turned towards Sabeinne. "Hey, Auntie -- you know I always talk WAY better when Libelle's here. Where is she, anyway?"
  7. <p>A gerbil?</p>

    <p>....really?</p>

  8. Exanimo

    Rot

    (( OMG, I didn't even realize I had been posting on Lysimachus. Epic fail. )) Exanimo smiled at Cabriel, resisting the urge to leap upon him then and there. He was so very handsome, and "so TOTALLY amazing at bl-..." His two companions blinked at him as he partially spoke his thought aloud. "Um. Well what I mean is that it was so totally amazing down there. I though-..." Sabeinne interjected, "Down there?" "Oh, yah. After you left I felt sad for some reason, I can't really remember why, but..." He turned towards Cabriel. "Did you say Uncle lllustrated you in a murder frame? Like, a modeling photo-shoot or something?" __________________
  9. Exanimo

    Rot

    Furrowing his brows for a moment, Exanimo nodded. "Well..." he began, "well this IS Dalaran I guess. That means Uncle lives here sometimes, right?" Not waiting for a response, he turned up the steps to the Violet Citadel and began walking, still speaking as he led Cabriel upwards. "And if UNCLE lives here, that means there is the best magic, and also magical defense. Uncle is like, the MOST powerful sorceress in the world, even more than that guy Minerva who let the orcs in. And so that means that he WOULD live in Dalaran." He glanced back at the quickly dwindling city at the bottom of the steps, then continued treading heavenward. "Because Dalaran is the biggest magical city in like, the universe at least. Really," he concluded, "it's just that Uncle knows the best tricks." By the end of his brief justification, they had reached the entrance to the grandiose structure.
  10. Exanimo

    Rot

    The trio ambled through the streets, Sabeinne with more intent than her two companions. Constant stops had to be made, as Exanimo was easily distracted; the wonders of the city held no end of awe, for him. "Oh my GOSH, look at that thing! Is it like, a robot-mage?" Exanimo peered at the miniature form of a hooded individual standing near the steps of the Purple Parlor. Sabeinne glanced at the source of his question. "...No, Exanimo. That is a gnome." "COOL! Wait..." The paladin looked to Sabeinne, his face a mask of confusion. "Aren't we like, at war with them? Ya know, and even..." Exanimo began carefully scrutinizing the many passers-by in the area and frowned. He slowly reached for his enormous and unwieldy axe, whispering furtively to his aunt. "There are SO many bad-guys here, we better do something! Boyfriend," he nudged at Cabriel, "you should stand behind me."
  11. Exanimo

    Rot

    Exanimo blinked once at Cabriel, then twice at Sabeinne. "Ooooh." His mouth grew into a wide 'O' shape, understanding that his aunt did not want him to keep talking. His hand slithered around Cabriel's waist, and he locked eyes with the man. "Don't worry baby. I'm like, so alive that it isn't even funny." He quickly squeezed Cabriel's side, eliciting a hey! and a grin. Exanimo smiled, too. "I SAID it wasn't funny mister." He leaned over and, before she could react, planted a kiss on Sabeinne's cheek. "So where ya wanna go, Auntie?"
  12. Exanimo

    Rot

    His teeth still attached to the nape of Cabriel's neck, Exanimo's gaze shifted to his disapproving Aunt. With a playful nip at the other man's ear, he rose, helping Cabriel with him. "Oh, it's okay Aunti Gizmo, he doesn't need to 'extract' anything. That's because we haven't actually started to-' "ENOUGH." Sabeinne flushed a bit, knowing full well they were being stared at. "I would appreciate it, nephew, if you would resume being seated." With a half-dazed grin, he nodded, wandering back over to the table, his hand locked with Cabriel's.
  13. Exanimo

    Rot

    Exanimo stared blankly at Cabriel for several moments, as if trying to discern the man's reason for such an outburst. Sabeinne's words echoed distantly in the back of his mind; a moment later, realization dawned upon him. "OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU SOOO MUCH!" He glanced to Sabeinne, a smile stretching from ear to ear, then bounded over to Cabriel, leaping upon him and crashing him into the bar. "You're even CUTER than before, Cabriel!" Exanimo proceeded to smother the warlock in hugs, kisses, and other such affections.
  14. Exanimo

    Rot

    Exanimo absently groped at the bedcovers with his left hand, while his other extremity concentrated on turning the empty juice-cup around and around. He opened his mouth, then closed it, setting the glass on a nearby table. Then, with an exaggerated WHUMP! he fell back on the bed. "Weeell," he began, "I'm a little DRUNK right now so I like, might not remember everything. Ya know?" He lifted his neck to look at Sabeinne, who only nodded. "Go on." He rested his head back on the bed, conjuring images of the past few months. "After you and Cale cast your magic on me and sent me to the nether or whatever, I was really confused. I was all like, 'there's no boys here,' but I knew that you're really smart, Auntie Gizmo." He smiled, reaching up and tugging on a tassle hanging from the ceiling. "So I knew I would end up where boys were." Sabeinne meandered to a nearby bureau, upon which sat a large, violet candle. With a flit of her index finger, the candle lit, its lilac-scent wafting pleasantly throughout the room. "And were there?" Her nephew sat up, a grimace apparent on his face. "Well. Like, kinda. I mean, not really. Well, in a way there were boys there, Auntie Gizmo. But not really till later." An eyebrow climbed her forehead. "Could you clarify, dear?" Exanimo nodded, exhibiting an overly dramatic look of pension, his chin rested in his hand, eyebrows furrowed neatly into one another. "I guess they were just kinda dead. Yeah, that's it. Everyone was like, dead. I was really confused, ya know," he looked at her, "because *I* wasn't dead, but they were. And you and Cale weren't there either. I figured it was because you were girls." Hopping to his feet, the paladin bounded over to the candle, taking in a great whiff of its aroma. He pointed at it. "That's a REALLY nice candle, Auntie." He added, conspiratorially, "I think we should steal it for Uncle." Sabeinne smirked. "No doubt he would be highly appreciative." "Yah I know, RIGHT?" Forgetting the conversation, Exanimo looked to his Aunt, his eyes wide in hope. "I'm like, SO hungry. Can we go get something to eat, now?"
  15. lawl @ irontoe. The wedding actually went over very well, imo! The cross did have a skirmish with Fordragon, though.