Post by Swith on Jan 19, 2016 15:45:35 GMT -4
NOMINATION 2: Woolly Bowl
Nominated by: Cerillium
Notes by Cerillium:
Woolly Bowl 2015
A bit collab'ed, a bit purloined, and a wee bit tweaked...
“Oh hai, Glitterman!” Nila’s arms released Sandy’s waist, one at a time, her palms coming to rest under each buttock to support him. She snaked her reptilian head under his arm to keep watch on the terrain. Her pace hadn’t slackened. Not with Ocho plowing ahead.
The sparkles were gone yet Sandy was the sparkle-maker. It only seemed fair that she keep a hold of him in case they needed more. He was a wizard and, according to everything Nila had ever read about them, wizards were handy in a pinch. He could do Things, and make Things. He was-
“MAGIC!” the shout was capped with a maniacal stream of high pitched giggles. For a brief moment, Nila considered the fact that she, too, was wielding magic through him. But magic-users casts things, didn’t they? She could cast him. Yes, this was logical.
The construct’s stride elongated, and then she sprung into a high, arching leap. Her body spun, g-forces pulling their bodies apart. She retained a hold of his pants bottom, however, and used her momentum to lob him across the meadow.
“Go long!” she cried in glee as the hapless wizard sailed a good hundred feet over the sheep.
Sandy flew in a high arc, flailing his arms for the first few seconds, before realizing this was exactly what he needed for spellcasting. With the Critique of the Chill up, it took him until then to realize he’d lost more than his pants, and was momentarily ashamed, flinging his arms across his waist and bursting to a rosy blush, neatly offsetting the sheep’s sickly green. The conjured a sparkly fig-leaf to replace his missing shorts.
He’d been planning to change form anyway, and now his choice was made for him. He’d need wings, and he had only one way to get them. Sandy carefully chanted the Greek syllables of Apollonius' Fifth Metamorphosis, finishing his casting just in time to spread his wings.
“Oh no!” Nila’s feet skidded across the wet grass as she came to a halt. She stared at the trousers and briefs in her hand, then cast a fretful look towards the direction Sandy had gone… a direction opposite of where she thought she’d flung him.
Constructs had terrible aim sometimes.
She slapped her hands over her eyes as the man’s body twisted into the Pegasus, then squealed as the wings spread and he gracefully sailed right into Kale.
She might have helped had the sheep not run her over at that exact moment.
Kale was too focused on her magic to notice the incoming Sandy, the buds of her flowers just starting to rise when Sandy collided with her. The collision knocked to girl down, jarring her focus away from her magic.
Kale rubbed her head and back, hit by an object. She looked, seeing a pegasus in front of her. Kale had no clue that Sandy could change into one, so she assumed at first that this was just some random pegasus. Thus why she was extremely confused as to why a pegasus had hit her. She then realized her concentration on her magic broke. She looked away from the pegasus, frantically looking at what happened.
The plants, disconnected from Kale, grew at a nigh random way. The stems grew up, down, left, right, and sideways; bending at precise 90 degree angles. The flowers stems interlocked and crossed over each other, forming a barrier that looked more like the Windows pipe screensaver than a wall. When the stems stopped growing, the buds on the tips bloomed into a black and white colored flower patterned like a skunk tail.
Sandy struck Kale with one of his wings, and the impact spun him around and entangled his legs in the mass of rectilinear skunk-flower plants. Nevertheless, he looked around at the skunk-flower garden, Meanwhile In an attempt to avoid any serious violence against the creatures, Aegis continued to use his shoulders and body weight as a buffer. He remarkably well until Kale's pipe plants sprang from the ground. -
Sandy MIGHT have nodded approvingly, and raised a forehoof to make something that looked surprisingly like an OK sign, despite having only a single digit on his hoof, and Kale MIGHT have looked away from the skunk-flower barrier, looking at the pegasus holding a hoof to her. She MIGHT HAVE BEEN confused as to why the pegasus was holding their hoof up and why a pegasus was suddenly here, that MIGHT HAVE prompted her to ask “Who are you?”
MIGHT, dear readers, if the mood sheep hadn't come on with an intensity undeterred by smelly flowers, strong shoulders, white flanks or annoying constructs. They hit the Residents like a load of bricks, tearing through the pipe screensaver wall and trampling everything. The plants tangled in their wool, and they uprooted them in their haste. Aegis' knees buckled, and he found himself crowd surfacing atop their backs, the same as Kale. The pegasus' legs, still tangled in the garden, were about as effective as a helium balloon's string.
The solid woolly swarm banked sharply to avoid the invisible dome, and then doubled back in earnest, taking the trio with them. Nila was just rising, with Sandy's trousers atop her head, when they reached her. The smell was awful. Oh, just awful, as each white and black bud became bruised and thrashed by the flock. The lizard squeaked and bolted, her churning legs kicking aside stripped bones and flesh-tattered skulls. The sheep (and hapless riders, and towed pegasus) closed the distance all the while.
Nick... where had that cat gotten to?! Oh there he was, curved claws dug into a woolen back, his bottle brush of tail standing straight up in fright as his steed lunged forward with the rest. Whether he jumped there, or landed there, wasn't important. He was alive and well and caught up with the rest as the herd made a blistering fast run towards the middle of the Garden of Shadows.
Nominated by: Cerillium
Notes by Cerillium:
ENTRY BEST COMEDY - COLLABORATED POST
Woolly Bowl 2015
A bit collab'ed, a bit purloined, and a wee bit tweaked...
“Oh hai, Glitterman!” Nila’s arms released Sandy’s waist, one at a time, her palms coming to rest under each buttock to support him. She snaked her reptilian head under his arm to keep watch on the terrain. Her pace hadn’t slackened. Not with Ocho plowing ahead.
The sparkles were gone yet Sandy was the sparkle-maker. It only seemed fair that she keep a hold of him in case they needed more. He was a wizard and, according to everything Nila had ever read about them, wizards were handy in a pinch. He could do Things, and make Things. He was-
“MAGIC!” the shout was capped with a maniacal stream of high pitched giggles. For a brief moment, Nila considered the fact that she, too, was wielding magic through him. But magic-users casts things, didn’t they? She could cast him. Yes, this was logical.
The construct’s stride elongated, and then she sprung into a high, arching leap. Her body spun, g-forces pulling their bodies apart. She retained a hold of his pants bottom, however, and used her momentum to lob him across the meadow.
“Go long!” she cried in glee as the hapless wizard sailed a good hundred feet over the sheep.
Sandy flew in a high arc, flailing his arms for the first few seconds, before realizing this was exactly what he needed for spellcasting. With the Critique of the Chill up, it took him until then to realize he’d lost more than his pants, and was momentarily ashamed, flinging his arms across his waist and bursting to a rosy blush, neatly offsetting the sheep’s sickly green. The conjured a sparkly fig-leaf to replace his missing shorts.
He’d been planning to change form anyway, and now his choice was made for him. He’d need wings, and he had only one way to get them. Sandy carefully chanted the Greek syllables of Apollonius' Fifth Metamorphosis, finishing his casting just in time to spread his wings.
“Oh no!” Nila’s feet skidded across the wet grass as she came to a halt. She stared at the trousers and briefs in her hand, then cast a fretful look towards the direction Sandy had gone… a direction opposite of where she thought she’d flung him.
Constructs had terrible aim sometimes.
She slapped her hands over her eyes as the man’s body twisted into the Pegasus, then squealed as the wings spread and he gracefully sailed right into Kale.
She might have helped had the sheep not run her over at that exact moment.
Kale was too focused on her magic to notice the incoming Sandy, the buds of her flowers just starting to rise when Sandy collided with her. The collision knocked to girl down, jarring her focus away from her magic.
Kale rubbed her head and back, hit by an object. She looked, seeing a pegasus in front of her. Kale had no clue that Sandy could change into one, so she assumed at first that this was just some random pegasus. Thus why she was extremely confused as to why a pegasus had hit her. She then realized her concentration on her magic broke. She looked away from the pegasus, frantically looking at what happened.
The plants, disconnected from Kale, grew at a nigh random way. The stems grew up, down, left, right, and sideways; bending at precise 90 degree angles. The flowers stems interlocked and crossed over each other, forming a barrier that looked more like the Windows pipe screensaver than a wall. When the stems stopped growing, the buds on the tips bloomed into a black and white colored flower patterned like a skunk tail.
Sandy struck Kale with one of his wings, and the impact spun him around and entangled his legs in the mass of rectilinear skunk-flower plants. Nevertheless, he looked around at the skunk-flower garden, Meanwhile In an attempt to avoid any serious violence against the creatures, Aegis continued to use his shoulders and body weight as a buffer. He remarkably well until Kale's pipe plants sprang from the ground. -
Sandy MIGHT have nodded approvingly, and raised a forehoof to make something that looked surprisingly like an OK sign, despite having only a single digit on his hoof, and Kale MIGHT have looked away from the skunk-flower barrier, looking at the pegasus holding a hoof to her. She MIGHT HAVE BEEN confused as to why the pegasus was holding their hoof up and why a pegasus was suddenly here, that MIGHT HAVE prompted her to ask “Who are you?”
MIGHT, dear readers, if the mood sheep hadn't come on with an intensity undeterred by smelly flowers, strong shoulders, white flanks or annoying constructs. They hit the Residents like a load of bricks, tearing through the pipe screensaver wall and trampling everything. The plants tangled in their wool, and they uprooted them in their haste. Aegis' knees buckled, and he found himself crowd surfacing atop their backs, the same as Kale. The pegasus' legs, still tangled in the garden, were about as effective as a helium balloon's string.
The solid woolly swarm banked sharply to avoid the invisible dome, and then doubled back in earnest, taking the trio with them. Nila was just rising, with Sandy's trousers atop her head, when they reached her. The smell was awful. Oh, just awful, as each white and black bud became bruised and thrashed by the flock. The lizard squeaked and bolted, her churning legs kicking aside stripped bones and flesh-tattered skulls. The sheep (and hapless riders, and towed pegasus) closed the distance all the while.
Nick... where had that cat gotten to?! Oh there he was, curved claws dug into a woolen back, his bottle brush of tail standing straight up in fright as his steed lunged forward with the rest. Whether he jumped there, or landed there, wasn't important. He was alive and well and caught up with the rest as the herd made a blistering fast run towards the middle of the Garden of Shadows.
