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Post by Scotland on Jul 29, 2012 14:21:03 GMT -5
He'd heard there was a greenhouse on the roof. He hadn't had a reason to go there yet, and he wasn't sure what drove him there today. Maybe it was the wish to see something green, like the hills of his homeland. Maybe he just wanted to see what was growing there that he could cook with. He was an excellent cook. Just ask him. He could fry just about anything until it was edible.
At any rate, he'd climbed the ladder to the greenhouse on the roof, and opened the snugly closed door. A wash of humid warmth hit his face, and he ducked into the building as the plastic and glass of the greenhouse's shell rattled just a bit in the wind outside. He shut the door behind him and just took in the view. It was green all right. Rows and rows, and tiers on tiers of food producing plants, racks hanging from the ceiling so vines hung down. Tall standing plants filled the corners. Flowers filled in the extra spaces. A couple rose bushes, sunflowers, white flowers, red flowers, purple flowers, orange flowers, blue flowers. He moved over to the patches of flowers, recognizing them as the flowers of the countries, and he began searching, seeking his own.
He could'nt find it. Maybe because it was considered a weed. Maybe because it wasn't very pretty and it was unpleasant to come into contact with. Maybe because he was overshadowed by his little brother and they thought the rose was his flower too. The fact he couldn't find his beloved thistle had him chewing on what was left of his stubby fingernails, since he'd decided not to smoke inside the greenhouse. Last thing he needed was to be responsible for killing off food plants. Famine wasn't something he enjoyed.
[Liechtenstein to save the day? I don't know about the title. It seems like a greenhouse defies winter]
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jul 30, 2012 5:57:59 GMT -5
Liechtenstein was practically jumping in excitement as she walked up to the roof. Today was finally the day she get to explore the greenhouse. Ever since she arrived to this warehouse, Liechtenstein knew the biggest problem living here was that she’ll get bored with nothing to do. So in order to keep herself occupy, she explored the insides and outsides of the warehouse. Now she was down to the last, but most wanted, place on her list of places-to-explore: the greenhouse. She had seen the groundskeepers go up to roof and down with a basket of edible plants or fruits and her imagination would run wild on what the greenhouse look like. Like saving the best piece of chocolate for last, the greenhouse was her last unexplored mystery! Or that's how she think the saying go.
She opened the heavy door and slipped in then quickly closed the door before the hot air could escape. Liechtenstein stood there in awe as she took in the green plants. So many different kinds of herb, flowers, trees and green things she could not identify. Different shade of green and colors filled the space and Liechtenstein thought that winter finally left and spring have decided drop by. After standing there and enjoying the beautiful sight to her heart content, she noticed that she was not alone. A man stood there next to one of the flower area. She smiled, happy that someone here likes flowers like her and wondered if he noticed her enter. After a moment, she slowly approached him and stood next to him, looking at the pretty flowers in front to them.
“Hello,” Liechtenstein greeted him. Then turned her head to face him and asked, “What kind of flower do you like?”
((Title sounds great. I'm sorry if there's alot grammar mistake))
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Post by Scotland on Jul 31, 2012 6:34:00 GMT -5
He didn't hear the door open or close, especially since in another part of the greenhouse, the automated watering system had started spraying a fine mist over the plants there, simulating rain and filling the greenhouse with white noise. The small voice greeting him from his side startled him nearly out of his skin. He visibly started, turning a wide-eyed gaze on her while his right hand flew for the hilt of a sword that wasn't sticking out above his right shoulder.
Taking in Liechtenstein's sweet face, he covered the motion up by turning it into a stretch and roll of his shoulder. His left hand slapped against his own face, slowly sliding down and dragging the skin, distorting his face a little.
"Ye startled me, lass," he mumbled between his fingers. "Ye walk light-like."
Taking in that she asked a question, he dropped his arms and dismissively waved at the flowers in front of him. "These be too delicate. I like weeds."
Intrigued why this delicate-looking young nation would bother speaking to him, he returned the question, voice a bit softer than he normally spoke with. "Which do ye like?"
He recognized her, as there weren't many female nations, and even fewer that still looked like children. Because she was a child, and especially looked like one, his demeanor shifted from gruff and short-tempered to calm and attentive. He liked kids. Most were sweet and cheerful, suggesting a brighter future for the world, at least until they got old and grouchy like the older nations.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Aug 2, 2012 3:03:35 GMT -5
At his question, she looked down at the colorful flowers in front of them. She carefully inspected each flower pink, red, yellow, small and big. She touched a petal of a yellow flower, feeling the soft texture, as chose her favorite flower. “I like all of them.” She decided after a minute. They were all very pretty and it would be unfair to she flavored one above others. She smiled and looked up at him, trying to recognize him. He has similar eyes and brows like England, is he related him?
She looked down at the flowers in front of them again and wondered why he was intently looking at the flowers if he does not like them. Was he searching for something then? Maybe for weeds? Since he did say he liked them. “Were you searching for weeds?” She asked.
((It's very short, I'm sorry))
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Post by Scotland on Aug 2, 2012 11:12:27 GMT -5
(It's just fine. ^_^) He watched her feel and examine the flowers in front of them, before declaring neutrality. How like her and her brother. It caused the corner of his mouth to tug upwards. "Aye, do ye see any?" He turned and looked around over his shoulder at all the other patches where non-food plants and flowers were tucked. "I'm looking for one wit' a toft o' purple on the top. It be a spiny weed."He tucked his hands into his pockets since he wanted a cigarette in his fingers and his mouth. Maybe if he was alone, he might have snuck one. Definitely not now. (Mine is short too, because I'm brain dead. He's looking for this: t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ2zrhqE1vqESjsK76i_jmxLkuggAkf6BVi09bRsR_CetxMwZSd ))
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Post by Liechtenstein on Aug 6, 2012 10:36:39 GMT -5
A purple spiny weed? Liechtenstein thought. She stood straighter, almost tip toeing, as she looked around the greenhouse. She walked over to one of the flower patches and closely leaned in to observe each flower. Most of them were yellow and blue but there were a few purple flowers. Unfortunately, she easily named them to be pansy and knew that it was not what he was looking for. She moved to another patch of flower and noticed a small plant with purple on top that was mixed in with colorful flowers. It was not spiny but it looked pretty close to his description. “Is this the one you are looking for?” She asked as she repeatedly poked it with her finger. She wondered why he was looking for a purple weed. “Is there something special about the weed?” She curiously asked, adding another question for the man to answer. ((The one she found is: www.brisbanephotos.com.au/photos/little-purple-weed-goat-weed.jpg))
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Post by Scotland on Aug 6, 2012 12:40:43 GMT -5
Scotland wandered over when Liechtenstein called, bending over far at the waist with his hands still in his pockets to examine the plant. Yes, it was purple on the top, but it was missing the bulb and all the thorns. Yet, this plant also looked like a weed with its weak and underformed flowers. Why would this weed be here and not his? Was England behind this?
"It be close, aye," he agreed as he straightened back up. "It looks much like that one. Just moore prickly."
He looked away at her second question, trying to figure out the best way to answer. "It be mine." Then he looked back to her. "Ye don't have a favoorite, but do ye have a flower? One special ta ya?"
He stepped away, towards a bush of red roses growing straight upwards instead of sprawling outward like they usually like to do. He roughly grabbed an entire rose, tearing the flower head from the stem and holding it in his hand. He wanted to crush the flower and scatter its silky petals on the ground, but paused at the feeling he got from it.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Aug 8, 2012 10:43:47 GMT -5
As Liechtenstein was about to answer, the man walked over to a red rose bush and picked a pretty rose. Noticing that the flower looked very familiar, she quickly walked over to where he stood. She leaned in to get a good look, to see what that kind of rose it was. However, he was holding the flower the wrong way so she could not see the rose properly.
She slowly peeled his finger off the flower, to loosen his grip, and took the red rose from his hand. Then she held it out for both the man and her to see the pretty red petals. Recognizing the rose, she exclaimed excitedly, “This is my special flower.”
She smiled lovingly at her rose, realizing her flower brought her happiness. “It is a very pretty flower.” Then she realized the man did not have his special flower…weed to bring him happiness. She frowned realizing that he must really sad and she have to do something about it. She wanted him to feel the happiness that she is feeling.
“Mister, when spring comes,” she began, “we will take your special weed and plant it here.” She took a deep breath, “so I will lend you my flower until then.” She handed the rose to him and gave him a small encouraging smile.
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Post by Scotland on Aug 11, 2012 14:56:24 GMT -5
He let her peel his fingers off the rose without resistance. He watched her display the rose in her hands and had to give her points for being tenacious. When she handed the rose back, he held onto her hand and cupped their two hands with his other hand. “Yer special flower, aye?” he asked quietly. “Mebbe that be why there be somethin’ innit.”He looked her in the eye and then back down to the rose. “Mebbe ye can help me call it oot.”When he’d first picked up the rose, there was a sense of something holding its breath. Something quivering in anticipation, waiting for a signal. While England tended to use all types of magic, Scotland was specialized in nature and earth-based magic. He knew the faeries better than England did, and he also knew better than to trust them for a moment. England might see them as small winged folk and unicorns, cute and dainty; but to Scotland they were blood-suckers, flesh-eaters and life-stealers. Strong, robust creatures that had nasty tricks up their hypothetical sleeves. England used his own energy and pulled energy out of all sources to power his magic. The fact he practically breathed magic was what drew fae to him. Scotland pretty much had to be in contact with nature to work his. Since magic tended to draw the fae, he rarely used it. Holding that flower, and surrounded by plants, he tapped into the energy there, and blew a long, slow breath into their cupped hands. What came forth wasn’t really a fae, so much a phenomenon in nature. Something he saw all the time in his own lands. Wisps of blue mist began to drip out from between the petals, rising upward as if evaporating into the atmosphere. Instead of dissipating, the mist condensed, becoming a small, compact ball of misty blue light. The ball quivered in place for a moment in front of his face, then began to move, drifting through the air around them. [ Will-o’-the-wisp looks a lot like this]
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Post by Liechtenstein on Aug 12, 2012 22:55:56 GMT -5
She tilted her head, confused, when he said there was something in her flower. She looked down at the rose and wondered if he was talking about small bugs that could be crawling inside the flower or something different. She looked back up at him and made eye contact before he look down at the flower. Something in his eyes told her he was not talking about tiny insects.
“Mebbe ye can help me call it oot.” She blinked, even more confused now. When he didn’t say anything else, she slowly look back down at rose. She concentrated on the flower in front of them and curious waited for something to appear.
He blew a warm breath into their hands and the flower began to turn blue. Her eyes widen in surprise at the transformation but then she noticed that the flower was not turning blue, something like blue smoke was coming out to the rose. She watched as the smoke rose up and turned into an orb of blue light.
She gasped as the light flew around. “So pretty.” She said softly. "How...?"
It reminded her of a firefly but with more light power and blue instead of yellow. She watched, with amazement, as the beautiful light moved around before looking back at the man.
“Can I touch it?” She asked, hoping he would say yes. She turned back to the light as it danced around, just asking to be touched.
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Post by Scotland on Aug 13, 2012 12:33:05 GMT -5
"Aye, ye can try," he said with a bit of amusement at the smoky wisp lazily floating and rolling about. "In me home, these wisps like ta play in the trees an' near swamps. Many men follow them, an' fall inta the swamp, an' sink in. Bloody fae be watchin', all a'twitter at ye."
Yes, the wisps were pretty, but he felt obligated to warn her about them, should she ever run across them in the wild world. They could be helpful, but usually led their pursuers to their deaths. In the greenhouse should be safe though. The wisps didn't pass through walls. While having no solid mass, they acted like smoke and could be contained by barriers, though if they found a space big enough, they would escape just like smoke. It would just test the whole space out before most likely dissipating back into formless energy. Liechtenstein could likely temporarily trap it in her hands, but be unable to keep it.
He let the girl chase the wisp as he started to walk down the row of living plants, hovering his hand just over them, letting his hand brush their leaves. There was a lot of life energy here. This greenhouse could be a light show.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Aug 15, 2012 11:07:35 GMT -5
As soon as he gave the okay, Liechtenstein chased after light. His warning did not discourage her, there are no swamps here in the greenhouse. Besides, he’s watching over her so she’s perfectly safe.
She weaved through the rows of plants, trying not to knock anything over, her eyes glued to the light. It was moving calmly, spinning around. She moved slowly when it was only a few feet away and leaned in close to get a good look at the light. Her face was a centimeter away it. And in a flash, she cupped her both her hands over the light. She squeezed her fingers together so that there were no cracks for it to escape.
She smiled at her accomplishment. She brought her closed hands up to her face and slowly parted her thumbs, ready to close them quickly. She peeked through the crack but it was pitch-black inside her hand. Realizing something was wrong, she instantly opened her hand but there was no light. She stood there, horrified, wondering if she made it disappeared. She turned her head and glanced at the man, hoping he wasn’t mad at her.
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Post by Scotland on Aug 18, 2012 6:13:31 GMT -5
He watched her chase after the wisp as it skipped along the rows of plants, bringing a bit of a fond smile to his face. With her blonde head bobbing along, it reminded him of watching of young England and Wales chase the same things. Of course they'd been following the wisps into a swamp, making Scotland chase them down, yelling at them. She chased and tried to catch it with the same joyful abandon.
When he caught it, he waited to see if the wisp would dissipate or escape through her fingers. At the look on her face after it had dissipated, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Slipp'ry wee devil, aye? There be no fae here ta steal ya away."
He walked around the row to reach her, offering her a hand. "How aboot we call out some moore?"
He reached out his free hand to hover it over the plants at that side, indicating she copy him on her side. Then he opened his senses, feeling the flow of energy coming off the plants, and offering a bit of his own energy to guide the wild energy into what he willed it to do. He wasn't asking it to assume an unnatural form or do anything it wouldn't do on its own, so it didn't require ritual, offerings, or the help of the fae. Plants were an agreeable life form, self-sacrificing and stoic, as well as being quite generous. All he had to do was ask. He let his will and energy flow to Liechtenstein, and if she was willing to share hers, even subconsciously, she would add hers to it and let it flow out her outstretched fingers to the plants there. His energy knew what to do, and he was noticing faint misting rising off the plants at his side. The mist was rising up in different colors, and would fill the space around them with more of the wisps.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Aug 23, 2012 9:50:41 GMT -5
His warm laughter assured her that he was not upset at her. She smiled, happy that she wasn’t in trouble.
She was instantly at his side when he said he was going to call more. Taking his offered hand, she followed his example, and hovered her other hand over the pretty plants. She could feel the man’s energy travel from his hand to hers. Something inside her stirred, asking to be released, like the feeling she had when they called the light. She lightly squeezed her occupied hand and she freed her energy, letting his energy guide hers. Energy traveled out from her freed hand and into the plants in front of her. She watched with amazement as mist rose up from the plants. But unlike the first time, mist rose up in different colors and formed into colorful lights. Blue, yellow, orange and so many other colors floated in the air. She reached over and tried to grab them with her free hand and giggled when the lights danced away from her hand.
She stared at the beautiful scene in front of her before turning to face the man. “Which one is your favorite color?”
((I'm sorry for the short and late post DX))
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Post by Scotland on Aug 26, 2012 12:07:53 GMT -5
The girl was a natural conductor. Many people couldn't properly conduct energy; either out of disbelief, or an inability to relax and give up control. The wisps rose up above the plants, forming loose spheres of different colored energy and light. They drifted and darted the space around the two light large fireflies, swirling around each other and pulling away.
"Which one is your favorite color?"
He thought on that one for a moment, then pointed at a blue one that went drifting by his head. "Blue. It be the color of ma flag. Yours?"
This girl was showing interest in him as a individual, maybe only because she was a kind person, but it still felt rather nice.
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