![]() ![]() His skin was pale, and he had moppish hair, which had been dyed mint green with blue tips. The figure was a young man, dressed in the black-and-blue, informal, leather-jacket-clad dorm costume of Ignihyde. The three of you looked up to see a new figure rushing towards you all. “My dignity is wounded, and it’s hard keeping it intact as it is.” “Nothing’s damaged,” Cael sighed with relief. Yourself and Cael quickly but carefully put down your own boxes and hurried to gather the fallen items and inspect them swiftly, while Grim growled and rubbed his sore haunches. The box full of equipment fell to the ground. Grim let out a shrill yelp, and fell back onto his bunce he’d bumped into something, which hit the floor with a crash. “It’s not easy hauling all this from the Mystery Shop all the way Igni-YIPE!” “I hope he appreciates the help,” huffed Grim, and bounced the box of equipment in his little arms as he continued to march forward, moving ahead of you both. “From what little I’ve seen of Shroud, that sounds about right.” “Because the thought of leaving his room multiple times to take multiple trips nearly made Idia have a heart attack,” you answered, dryly. “Well…cool, but why are YOU guys getting it?” “Idia’s final exam,” you nodded, and explained: “Crowley is holding a science expo here in a couple of weeks, and Idia has to create something for it for one of his classes.” “Why’d the otaku guy ask for all this, anyway?” Cael asked as the three of you continued on. He paused, blinked, then mumbled: “That’s something I didn’t think I’d say today…” The Great Grim won’t be defeated by a box!” “I wish people would stop calling me that,” grumbled the imp, and continued to march onward, tail flicking angrily behind him as the blue flames in his ears crackled faintly. “Having trouble, Little Monster?” Cael asked, tilting his own head this time. “Well, as soon as you have your wedding, make sure you guys send me and Grim an invite!”Ĭael nodded to say he would, then both of you paused as you heard a sort of growly groan come from Grim. ![]() “We had a talk about that, actually, and…we decided it would be best to wait to get married till after I finished school.” “Well…um…yes and no?” chuckled Cael, pausing to flick a stray dreadlock out of his face before continuing. “How is she, by the way?” you asked, tilting your head, then smirked teasingly. If it weren’t for you all…I might not have been able to reconcile with Mia.” “Probably not, but he MIGHT,” huffed Cael. Sam prides himself on having everything if I couldn’t find something like all this, he might dock my pay.” “For one thing, helping you get this stuff was part of my job at the Mystery Shop. “Thanks for the help, Cael,” you said to him gratefully. A box matching the size of yours was in the arms of your more human comrade: a tall, slender young man with long, fuschia-colored dreadlocks, dressed all in brown. He was carrying a very small box - fitting for his size - while yours was more medium sized. To your right strolled Grim, the fire-eared, trident-tailed, cat-like imp. ![]() You checked on your companions, who were carrying similar boxes. You smirked as you adjusted the box of electronic equipment in your arms. “Nya! It better be! Some of this is heavy!” “You sure this is everything you need, me hearties?” This is also my first time properly writing for Idia and Ortho! :D This time, we introduce another OC of theirs: Xavier Madoc, based on The Mad Doctor from Epic Mickey. Another commission this is from the same person who created Tock Crockwork and Caelyum in past stories. ![]()
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