[Oh, because he loves being made a spectacle for everyone to watch. Joy. This wasn't what he was expecting today, but this, along with a bright flash of light overwhelming his senses was enough to give him an idea that he wasn't home anymore. That, and someone foolish enough to kidnap him and trap him once more wouldn't sit well with his mother. Not that it mattered, of course -- he was here now, and his hand touches the iron cage's bars.
He's silent for a moment, and strongly grips the bars. Sure, it wasn't hard to get out of, but, being Hyrilis, his style is awfully, awfully overboard. With one hand resting on the bar, it begins to melt underneath his touch. A light emitting from his fingertips, as the bars begin to break.
WIth that being broken, he takes a step forward, and... Meets air.]
Goodness me, I would have fallen to my death.
[He sounds so utterly delighted. Only not really.]
ii. funhouse
[Why did he ever think he'd have luck with this sort of game? Of course he's been graced with the bad luck potion. Of course. Still, he can't be too unhappy with it. Nothing bad seems to be happening to him right this moment, but he is a bit wary of everything happening around him. It's far too calm -- a little too calm for something that's suppose to give him bad luck.
None the less, he focuses on the other games that people are playing. That is, until one of the children running in his general direction just happens to throw a pumpkin pie straight in his face. The pie meant for his friend, but he tries to ignore the pumpkin filling that's falling off his skin. The back of his arm rubbing away the pumpkin.
He sighs, and walks forward to get his bearings again. Only to trip on a rock that's far too small to really trip on. Really. How did he do that just now?]
Ouch??
iii. wild card [Make your own prompt, i don't mind.]
[ooc: Hi again, Fel here, just throwing my old/new boy into the tdm. For any prompts that are outside of mine, feel free to DM this journal, or send me a message on discord, lilithscord]
hyrilis zachariae | original | tdm
[Oh, because he loves being made a spectacle for everyone to watch. Joy. This wasn't what he was expecting today, but this, along with a bright flash of light overwhelming his senses was enough to give him an idea that he wasn't home anymore. That, and someone foolish enough to kidnap him and trap him once more wouldn't sit well with his mother. Not that it mattered, of course -- he was here now, and his hand touches the iron cage's bars.
He's silent for a moment, and strongly grips the bars. Sure, it wasn't hard to get out of, but, being Hyrilis, his style is awfully, awfully overboard. With one hand resting on the bar, it begins to melt underneath his touch. A light emitting from his fingertips, as the bars begin to break.
WIth that being broken, he takes a step forward, and... Meets air.]
Goodness me, I would have fallen to my death.
[He sounds so utterly delighted. Only not really.]
ii. funhouse
[Why did he ever think he'd have luck with this sort of game? Of course he's been graced with the bad luck potion. Of course. Still, he can't be too unhappy with it. Nothing bad seems to be happening to him right this moment, but he is a bit wary of everything happening around him. It's far too calm -- a little too calm for something that's suppose to give him bad luck.
None the less, he focuses on the other games that people are playing. That is, until one of the children running in his general direction just happens to throw a pumpkin pie straight in his face. The pie meant for his friend, but he tries to ignore the pumpkin filling that's falling off his skin. The back of his arm rubbing away the pumpkin.
He sighs, and walks forward to get his bearings again. Only to trip on a rock that's far too small to really trip on. Really. How did he do that just now?]
Ouch??
iii. wild card
[Make your own prompt, i don't mind.]
[ooc: Hi again, Fel here, just throwing my old/new boy into the tdm. For any prompts that are outside of mine, feel free to DM this journal, or send me a message on discord, lilithscord]