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[Kendhl Pilkvist]

Kendhl could tell that he was trying not to yell. The scent of anger was coming off him in waves. Gale removed her hands, gripping her wrists tightly and she tried not to wince or do anything. It wasn't her fault that she wanted to make sure he was okay. His attempts at holding back his fury were shattered by Wart yelling at him, to which he responded with equal rage.

There was a different smell, like rotting fish or something, coming from the fire. Had Wart tossed something onto it? She must've. She had the kelp beer, after all, and it didn't smell nice even when it wasn't burning. Gale had stood up, excusing himself to go sit 'over there.' He didn't even specify where 'over there' was. He just got up, walked a little ways and sat back down. Was he holding his ribs? She could smell the faint pain drifting over to her. A mad thought decided to make itself known: Humans didn't have as good a sense of smell as she did, so they couldn't smell their emotions.

Kendhl decided that it was best not to follow Gale. She grabbed her clothes and quickly put them on, then went to greet Ricky and Telion.

"'Ello, Mr. Maze and Miss Telion! How're you two on this fine day?"

The sentence was coupled with a bright flash of canines that could pass for a smile, and she rocked back and forth on her heels.

[Wart]

Wart tried to respond to Gale's clearly irate response, but the consequences of her rash action had instantly caught up with her. The sudden flare of the fire forced an unbearable wave of heat and wretched stench right into her face, and she quickly stumbled backward, arm shielding her as she coughed.

"Gods, look a' this NO PETCHIN GOOD COMIN' FROM PETCHIN AROUN' WI-" As she moved through the smoke a mop of red hair caught her eye. Some guy with glasses that she hadn't noticed before but looked suspiciously sheepish standing off to the side. "'Ay - 'AY! You!" She pointed, yelling at the stranger. "You the vagik that did thi-" The fire flared again and she was cut off by a fit of coughing, whether from the smoke or the grotesque smell it was impossible to tell. "Gaah, petch it, quit standin' round 'n get o'er 'ere an' 'elp me put this shyke out!!"

Regardless of if he was the culprit of the sudden fire,, there was too much crap in the air for Wart to chew him out so she was going to make sure he made himself useful. Whether he went with the woman's shouted orders or not were his choice, but he could be sure that if she saw him slacking he'd get an earful, putrid smoke or not.

Pulling the crate of alcohol further from the fire, she tilted it over and let the remaining bottles roll into the sand. This she tossed to the red headed man. "Use 'is 'n scoop sand onto 'ere, 'urry up! Gale can y-" She turned to where he and the kelvic had been standing, but neither one was there now. "Gods petchin vagiks leave me to do this..." She muttered as she made her way to the now abandoned bucket and started to dip it into the water. Most of the mess, of course, was her own doing, and it made sense for her to take care of it. After all, they had needed a fire, Yas's gesture in itself should have been helpful. The only reason it so badly needed to be put out was the smell.

But then she was the last to recognize and take responsibility for a situation like this, so she continued muttering under her breath, steaming as she brought the bucket of seawater over and splashed it on the fire. If the man decided to help with the sand as well it would only take another trip before they reduced the wood to a stinking, wet, smoldering pile of logs and sand. However if he didn't, it'd mean a couple extra trips and a long rant at him before her already fuming next words.

Storming to where the man stood she grabbed his shirt and pulled him roughly towards her. He may (or may not) have just helped her put out the rotting awfulness that she had caused but before she could turn her attention to the two who had just arrived, or even their now lack of usable wood, she wanted answers.

"Now thas' taken care of- Did. You. Petching. Do. That." She sneered through her teeth, her orange eyes boiling with a shade of red. Her expression was that of rage, but at the same time, the persistent yellow in her eyes and shaking of her arm also hinted at fear.

She hated magic, but the root of that anger was complete, ignorant terror. And here she was grabbing hold of a petching mage.

[Yas Heron]

The foul smell invaded Yas' lungs and he couldn't help but cough a little more, despite the yelling. Well, that reaction he hadn't expected, and the smell of rotten fish was darn near unbearable. The red haired man stood up, and was dragged toward the smell-filled area. A crate was roughly shoved into his hands and his vision was clearing, despite the now dull stinging on his eyes that remained. This woman wanted the fire put out with sand? It made sense in the grand scheme of thingsm and given she reacted violently it was probably a good idea not to just put it out with his own abilities. At least for the time being. He went around, filling up the box full of both dry and wet sand, getting as close as possible to the fire before tossing it on the slowly extinguishing flames. "That's foul..." It was a mumble underneath his breath, and nearly inaudible... But, well, this kind of was his fault; Sure he had seen nervous reactions about magicks but this most certainly took the case.

It took a little bit, but the woman that yelled at him was coming right up, stomping her feet in the stand. His glasses needed to be adjusted, though the effort proved futile as she yanked him down to her level. There were few things in the world that really scared Yas, though the thought of that could be considered prideful... But his own parents and this woman were taking the metaphorical cake. "Now thas' taken care of- Did. You. Petching. Do. That." The eyes he could see were a very angry shade of red, and the rational part of the scholar's brain had shut off. Before he knew it, the red haired man's eyes began to water in sort of exasperated tears. The poor lady had scared him...

"I...I was just trying to help..." A startled and crying mage?

[Ricky Maze]

By the looks of things the party had already started, although the way Gale had walked in an effort to get some space plus the fact Wart nearly wanted to take action that Ricky could only describe as "wanting to kill", everything clearly had taken a different turn then what the idea originally planned to be. "We're fine but that smell didn't bode well at all." Ricky remarked as the fire was finally put out, although he would've helped had he known the intention.

"Yuck." Telion grimaced as she fanned the air in front of her, Ricky had taken to holding his nose and breathing out his mouth. Though that did only so little until the stench finally cleared the area. "I'm miffed." She pouted to Kendhl. "My shoes aren't fitting anymore."

"But you still look beautiful love," Ricky wrapped his arms around her gently with hands on the bump below her belly, "Just think about it. Our boy'll be out soon and ye can wear all yer favorite shoes again."

"It's a girl." She remarked with a smirk, Ricky only chuckled with a grin to Kendhl.

"The babe's been kickin' 'round a lot lately, I think 'em a boy. Tel thinks a girl though." He explained to Kendhl with a hearty grin, a quick glance to Wart as she confronted the stranger that helped her put the flames out. Clearly he was responsible for something Ricky had yet to see, luckily the guard was "relieved of duty" for the evening as well, otherwise this chaos would fall under his responsibility to handle. Ricky looked to Gale who acted like the loner he was, and with a grin he called out to his neihborly roommate. "Hey goober face! Why don't ya quit bein' antisocial and come say hi to yer nephew!"

"Niece." Ricky turned to Telion with a challenging look, only to laugh when Telion gave a sharper one.

[Annalisa Marin]

OOCI'd be the sixth member of this little party, thanks to Yas' little 'escapade' I've got the perfect introduction. Yas, sorry for picking on you but you made yourself such an easy target for Anna. Sorry for the length.

Anna was not normally one for long walks on the beach, such things were considered a waste of her time in recent years. However tonight was different from most nights, she felt the need to get out and about in order to clear her head of distractions and thoughts that ill fitted one of her station. The young professor of glyphing was dressed rather plainly as she always did, her golden earrings the only thing of especial value on her person. She did not fear assault or theft from the shadows on this night or any other, the woman had looked upon the God of Evil, had a horrible brush with overgiving, and could skillfully manipulate the natural world. Thieves were not high on her list of threats.

The woman had noted some commotion further down the way, shaking her head slightly and initially brushing it off as unimportant. Her mind was far more focused on her choices up to the point, which she had been questioning for sometime. It didn't matter how much she pushed the thoughts down, or how many times she told herself that she was right. They just crept back into her mind when she least expected it, even her little 'discussion' with Elaine had not entirely dispelled her doubts.

She was a powerful individual, of that there was not doubt or argument. Anna was the youngest University Professor of recent history, she was marked by Rhysol himself and possessed power beyond the ken of most mortals. However for all that power and her passion, she was still just a human being. A human being who was beginning to doubt her actions. The overgiving had been the catalyst for this doubt, and her initiation into the way of the Void had truly lit the flames. She was vastly insignificant compared to the greater universe, why then did she continue to struggle? What could she, one mortal woman, accomplish in her short life?

It was quite a perplexing quandary, one that-

A sudden flash of flames caught her attention immediately, her gaze careful and an odd sensation prickling at the back of her skull. Wizards as a whole possessed something of a light sixth sense in regards to magic use, especially magic of their own discipline. It was nothing as fine tuned as auristics but it was an unmistakable sensation that felt unnatural. It was not always accurate but Anna had learned to give some trust to this feeling and considering the sudden nature of the flames, the young professor was inclined to trust the feeling.

She hurried the scene, noting yelling and a number of figures staring at one rather scared looking individual. The woman's grey eyes zero in on the man and narrowed with an infuriated intensity that she reserved for very stupid students of hers. Magic use, in a public place no less, was not to be taken lightly or used for simple parlor tricks. The very idea of using it so rashly was enough to set her off ready to knock some sense into the wizard stupid enough to do so near her.

The wizard ignored those around her, roughly shouldering past a tall, well built man standing next to a woman who looked to be his spouse. Anna's expression screamed out for blood in more ways than one and as she noted the tears in the wizards eyes she allowed a sneer to cross her face, pathetic.

"Who the petching shyke do you think you are, you foolish petching whoreson? Do you think magic some kind of toy for your amusement? Something you can display in the open for others to giggle and laugh at like its some kind of cheap trick? If so you disgrace all intelligent beings merely by continuing to draw breath." The wizard easily stood eye level with the man, her glare fierce and burning.

She toss a hand at those gathered.

"What if you had lost control or misjudged the size of the spell, do you realize that these people could be dead because of your stupidity?" Poking a finger roughly into his chest.

"How about you and I take a walk up to the Scholar's Asylum? I'm sure you'll find plenty of fools like yourself there, examples for intelligent wizards about how not to use magic." She threatened dangerously.

"The Asylum might even reward me for this service to Zeltiva. Nipping a danger to society in the bud, it might even be a mercy considering it probably won't be long before your own power consumes you. Is that what you want, fool!?" Anna yelled at him.

The tall wizard decided to give him time to come up with some sort of defense, as much as she wanted to keep screaming at him it would be pointless if he didn't get a single word in edgewise. She didn't give the others a second thought, her attention was only on this disgrace to all wizards.

[Gale Austin McCenry]

Nope. No, no, no, no, and no. He wasn't going back over there until all of this calmed down. Or at least he calmed down. There was too much stuff going on and he can't handle all the yelling and tripping and- Augh! That god awful smell!

The fumes refused to leave a bystander out, and because of this, decided to be carried by the wind over to the lone figure sitting in the sand. Suppose they didn't call him Gale for nothing. Forced to cover his scrunched up nose, Gale scowled at the water furiously. Of course, he wasn't mad at the water. That would be pointless. Water never did anything to anyone. Besides crash ships, drown sailors, take them to the depths of the ocean to never return to their loved ones...Okay, maybe it wasn't completely pointless for some people, but it never did anything to him.

Why was he thinking about being mad at the ocean?

Shaking his head clear of the random train of thought, Gale looked over to the group. Nope, hasn't changed at all. Wart was yelling at some helpless stranger who more than likely did nothing wrong. Then another ended up coming up and doing the same thing. At least Ricky and Kendhl seemed to be pretty calm. If they were arguing too...Poor Telion, having to deal with this.

A sigh let loose in the air as the pessimist set his chin on his knees. His hand fell from his nose, assuming the stench was gone. In a way it was, but it lingered around. It would be fine in a few ticks. As much as the Zeltivan loved fish, no one can possibly love, or even like the smell of burning alcohol and rotten fish. It was tolerable when in a mug, but burning anything makes it smell ten times worse. Hopefully they didn't burn the food. He really didn't want to keep getting slapped with fishes. Especially if she manages to catch any large ones. Or crabs. Or octopus. Or squid. Watch her catch all three and chuck them at him.

A roll of his eyes. The artist imagined the fire cracking with the group eating the fish. It was a pleasant image. Looked simple enough. But how were they going to cook the fish? No one brought any type of pan or anything of the sort. Maybe...Just maybe...

The blonde looked around for sticks. None were in sight. Gale stood up and looked again. There was a piece of drift wood a dozen or so paces away. That could work. Walking over and stooping down to pick it up, the man examined the piece of wood. A couple of knocks on it revealed it was sturdy, but the colour and dampness means that it might break. Placing one end of the plank on the ground and holding the other end up, the murderer stomped down on the end closer to the ground. Of course, the piece of wood slipped out of his hand and slapped the ground, creating a brief moment of a sandy cloud.

"Gah!" Gale shook his hand of the brief pain. This wood obviously was sturdy enough for the job. He just needed to break it into smaller pieces. He tried again, this time, holding the top with both hands. It took not one stomp, not two, not even three stomps. It took five. On the fifth, the plank broke with a loud snap. The pessimist couldn't help but grin. However, it vanished when he picked up the two pieces and noticed the splintered wood. "You have got to be kidding me." An utter of disappointment. "Note to self: Sturdy wood breaks into small pieces." Dropping the wood with a plop, he started to bite his cheek in thought.

He couldn't use planks then. He needed something that was small enough to be skewer but thick enough so that it wouldn't break. Probably needed to be as thick as a small branch in order to- That's it! Turning around on his heels Gale ran back to the others, scooped up his backpack, then ran to the fish market. Never said a word.


The artist's feet pounded the street as he ran, occasionally stepping on a rock and letting out a curse. "I should have brought my shoes." He grumbled as he brushed off pebbles from his feet once he got to the tree he was looking for. The very same one Gale had been selling his painting at for years. "Sorry chap, I am going to have to take a few of these." As if the tree could understand anything he was saying. The man took out his eating knife from his bag and started to cut off six branches. They weren't anything large, but hopefully they were sturdy enough to hold the fish without breaking. Tucking the knife back in the bag, the Zeltivan walked back as he plucked the leaves off and trimmed the smaller twigs.

[Kendhl Pilkvist]

Poor Telion. Her shoes weren't fitting... That must suck for a human, but for Kendhl who rarely wore anything it meant she had to sympathize. She watched them debate on whether it was a boy or a girl and she had to giggle.

"Well what if it's twins? A boy and a girl? Besides, Miss Telion, Ricky's right. You look fantastic. Shoes are uncomfortable anyways! Why wear them on the sand?"

The Kelvic beamed at the pair, casting a quick glance over to the angry Wart. And Gale was to be the uncle!? How nice. A wizard had turned up and was yelling at the same person Wart was. Why'd she have to treat Ricky so roughly? She had just... Shoved him aside. Kendhl turned, opening her mouth to yell for Gale, but... He was gone? Where'd he go? There was a piece of broken driftwood, which she assumed he had tried to make sticks from. Footprints lead away from them, towards town. Was he leaving? With a quick excuse to Ricky and Telion, Kendhl ran off. She could smell him, following the scent.

The otter Kelvic was no tracker hound by any means, but her nose was sharp enough to keep her on the trail. And then she got to the Fish Market. The aroma of fresh fish overwhelmed her, and she had to look up. There were so many people... But she was confident she could find Gale. Kendhl pushed through the crowd, offering apologies.

"Excuse me, pardon me... Sorry. Gale? Gaaa-aaale! Where are you?"

She cupped her hands around her mouth, calling out his name. Where in the name of Laviku was he? And why'd he go into the Fish Market, of all places? The fish and ocean smells kept distracting her. Blast it all, now she was in a bad mood 'cause she couldn't find Gale. He was so darn grumpy all the time. She crossed her arms, made her way to the edge of the mass and stood there, watching. Oh, she would find him. She would find him. A rarely-seen frown formed on her lips, the corners of her mouth turning down. Her brow furrowed. Petchin' humans.

After a good while of not hearing, smelling or seeing the man, Kendhl stomped her way back to the beach. She muttered curses under her breath, mostly aimed at Gale. The girl reached the edge of the water and changed into an otter, diving into the waves.

Fine, I'll just slap him with a fish when he gets back. Maybe with a crab too. And hard, he's getting no mercy from this girl. That's what he gets for makin' me as grumpy as he is. Unless he doesn't come back. Then I'll root him out and slap him even harder!

The plan sounded good to the Kelvic. Very good. If a little harsh.

OOCSorry about the quality, it feels wooden t'me.

[Wart]

Wart was anything but a sucker for tears. It was an unnecessary waste of time, especially when it was getting in the way of actual answers. Not only that but it was a plain show of weakness, and any trepidations she had with chewing this man out were gone, mage or no mage.

"Tryin ta' help?! Did any a' us ask if we needed yer petchin 'elp?! You din' ask didn' say a word to us no 'ey wouldja like a fire' no 'ey red 'ead wouldja give us a fire' NO you BLEW UP MY PETCHIN' WOOD AN NOW I GOTTA GET MORE! Who the- "

"Who the petching shyke do you think you are, you foolish petching whoreson?" As the words were taken right out of her mouth, Wart took her hand from the man's shirt and her attention was immediately turned to a strange women who's rage actually rivaled her own. Having focused on getting the fire out and now yelling at this other stranger, she hadn't noticed her approach. She did notice, however, that she was yelling at her redhead. Now, some would have appreciated the back up and reinforcement of their case, but the artist was far from getting out her own say and started to shout down in protest.

That is, until she realized that this woman wasn't just ranting about the man's stupidity, she was lecturing on his magic. This coupled with the much more official way she spoke and carried herself could only mean that this was yet another wizard.

Gods why do I BOTHER. Hand gripping her hair and teeth biting down on her lip, the woman let the newcomer continue her lecture. The wizard clearly gave no attention to her, despite the fact that she had so abruptly "stolen her kill." Leaving the scene she was no longer a significant part of, Wart snatched up the crate at the poor man's feet and moved away to begin gathering the bottles of kelp beer back up. "Petchin' magic vagiks all o'er the petching beach now, just petching WONDERFUL. WHAT A PARTY. Don' e'en get ta chew out the lil' petcher, ruin'en my wood, stinkin' up the petchin beach..." She muttered to herself, angry over the entire situation that continued to so steadily go downhill. In truth she was happy to leave the two wizards to their own business, though. The fact that someone so presumably more powerful than the other vagik was now in the area made her even more uneasy than before. The mixed adrenaline of fear and rage boiled in her veins and she finally picked up the crate with shaking arms.

Looking around she saw that Gale was still out of sight, and now the otter girl was leaving. Gods everyone givin' up on 'is party why the petch am I e'en here?! Then, she spotted Ricky and Telion. Thank the GODS, someone relatively sane in 'is petchin beach. Cursing the others for leaving her with this mess under her breath, she made her way towards the two. Ricky must have caught wind of the message, and seemed to have made it just in time to see that the whole thing was going swimmingly.

"'Ey Ricky, Telion." She shouted a greeting, then when she was a few feet dropped the crate to the sand. She looked back at the extinguished fire and gave an aggrivated sigh. "You two enjoyin' 'is lovely party 'ere?" Grabbing a bottle out and opening it for herself she added "I gots kelp beer 'ere if either ya wants it. Bout the only thing 'is petchin' get t'gether's got goin' for it..." The past few weeks of sobriety forgotten, she took a swig of it herself. She'd need the alcohol if she was going to survive this night without resorting to murder.

OOCRicky if either of you move in your next post or anything like that let me know and I can change where Wart goes in this post.

[Yas Heron]

"Who do you think you are?" Frankly, Yas was too upset to really regard what Wart had said and now another angry magic user was yelling at him, threatening him with the Mage's Asylum. Frankly, he was now a little irritated. Outright, this was supposed to be a fun gathering. His bearings and countenance were gathered very quickly for an onslaught. The woman--Wart, apparantly--had caught him off guard and he was very upset at the time. However, his tone was a little shaky and not at all reminiscient of someone who had just shed a few tears. This woman was already aggravating, and somehow very familiar. Well, then again, he had been in Zeltiva before a few years ago from the university so really that was a definite possibility that they knew each other. It wasn't like he was going to outright ask whom he was speaking to--especially not now of all times.

"I've been doing Reimancy since I was young enough to fend for myself!" Which was probably a really early age, given his families' background. Eva Al-Ghameq had done the ritual herself, but had not taught him much more than simply controlling an element for even use. Water came rather easily, though it took a bit more practice than fire did to master. It didn't seem all that surprising, since Fire and Water were essentially opposite cardinal elements on the grand scale of things. "My spell was calculated, and flawless!" Well, that definitely showed a bit of pride on his part, but it was also the truth. The spell itself had been carefully measured and the Res very well secreted to perform the act. "And then that...that petching -lunatic--" His old robe moved as he pointed in Wart's general direction, and then his finger pointed to the shards of broken glass on the ground.

"That petching lunatic threw a bottle of KELP alcohol in the fire! KELP! The most nastiest alcohol in the world! Now, mind you, I'm more attributed to fine wines..." That was an odd comment to make, and his cheeks reddened slightly to match that. But, despite giving himself a very proper defense, he doubted this person would lay off due to a misunderstanding. At the least, Yas looked at least smart enough and in control to know directly that no one would've been hurt. Even the look on his face gave the impression of other people overreacting, due to fear or other anxieties.

"But it hit the fire, and the whole places smells like stinky fish! THAT'S what happened...ma'am." That was a switch. Can't give a proper argument without showing some degree of respect, can you? Even in the argument is heated, at least the person you are speaking to should be given an honorific that isn't directly swearing. All the same, he swept his red hair back slightly to get it out of his face and eyes. There seemed to be grains of sand on his head.

[Ricky Maze]

oocAgain, I love Wart's reactions. Purely comical. XD You don't need to worry about changing anything either.

"What. The. Petch." Ricky's brow furrowed as Gale made off like a maniac for the Fish Market, unsure what his intentions were Ricky let a sigh go as he turned to Kendhl. He really wanted his best friend to come over and say hello to the young baby in Tel's underbelly, the little tyke had a habit of moving around when he heard sound. A lot of sound. Like now. Both he and Tel looked excited just for a moment as they felt movement, Ricky having his hand over her lower abdomen he felt what seemed like twitches really. Yet they weren't twitches at all, they were to slow and subtle compared to a normal bodily twitch. That's how he knew the baby moved anyhow. Before he could mention it to Kendhl though she too made way toto give chase to Gale, leaving the couple to deal with the woman that brushed past Ricky to yell at the red headed man. Something about magic? "Doh great. I come to this barnacle shyke in the presence of magic users." As if he hadn't had enough of magic lately, though he hardly had room to talk. His abilities with magic were a secret almost to all, only three to four people really knew about his magic and they swore to keep it secret. Overall it's been a very... very... very long summer for the guard.

"Not as much as our baby is, all this shouting and arguing is making him rambuctious!" Telion cheered sarcastically even though it was rather true, a giggle followed until the man who was being punished happen to snap back at the woman who cut in. Clearly this wasn't going to settle down soon, and if someone didn't try to stop it then it would only continue to get worse. Telion looked up to to Ricky a bit concerned, and of course he sighed with a bit of an eye roll at how he had to keep the peace. Even when he was off duty.

"Yeah I'm gonna need one me self aft'r this." He quirked as he walked towards the two that argued, a hand dipped into the box to grasp a bottle of the green slosh, which then ended up being gulped down without end until he finally arrived to the two. "Hi," he put a friendly smile on as he cut inbetween their vicious glares, "So I know we're not happy with one another, but can we be a bit consid'rate 'bout the fact a pregnant woman's 'ere. What say we just agree that," he looked to the man specifically, "though what ya did was considerate though unnecessary," then looked to the woman he felt was familiar for some odd reason, "and in turn we just stick with a natural built fire f'r everyones sake?" He quirked with a raised eyebrow, a humble tone in his voice to make it seem more like a suggestion.

"Plus if anybody's gonna be a petchin' loony here, it'll be me 'cause I'm here t've fun when I could be on guard duty. I'll not go int' detail with that though, I'd rather 've a fun time with friends and stranger alike, and just relax and enjoy the rest o' me evenin'." He took another long drink that finished the remaining amount of Kelp Beer left, the buzz from the booze hit him harder than he anticipated as he found his irritation quickly mellowed out.

Telion stood a bit closer to Wart a bit nervously, a surprised look came on her face after she did so. "Woo..." Telion swayed a bit with hands over the bump of her underbelly, another slight giggle came as she looked to Wart. "Another kick." She pointed out with a gentle grin, though she still.looked more so concerned for Ricky.