Trickery & Foolery

[immortalrose]

[It's a lovely picture perfect day in Fayren. It's bright, sunny and warm. There's not a single cloud within those crystal blue eyes and this quaint little town is bustling with life. However, something ominous lurks here within this scenic town, something small and colorful. The pint size menace is none other than a beautiful rainbow colored moth that has made its way to Fayren.

The little moth zips its way in between the market stalls, eventually landing on a piece of lumber that caught its eye. While the moth itself doesn't look out of the ordinary, some might able to see the faint red aura that surrounds the little menace. There's a reason why the local fowls won't mess with this colorful visitor and it might have something to do with a particular vampire.]

So who's going to be my first victim? [Augustine cackles as he peeks around. Yes, this bastard transmuted into a "moth" for today's shenanigans. Consider it a late "April Fool's" joke on his part.] I don't see anyone I recognize...Oh!

[The moth flutters its colorful wings once someone comes near. It hops off the lumber and lands right on the person's hair. They might be able to feel something akin to a feather light tap against the back of their temple but nothing else. The moth settles there for a moment, idly playing with the uneven strands before suddenly speaking directly to their mind---]

BOO!

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[om_nom_namur]

[Namur stops dead in his tracks when that single intrusive word reverberates through his mind. He furrows his brows, and sniffs.]

Huh. Weird.

[Sensing nothing else out of the ordinary, he continues on his way.]

[immortalrose]

[Oh, no! Augustine let's out a mental sigh once he recognizes the shark. That fishy bastard hangs out around here, doesn't he? Seems like it. While he didn't expect to find Namur here, Augustine decides to capitalize on his novel opportunity here and now.]

Hey, hey! [The moth climbs over those spiky black strands and crawls out onto the shark's forehead.] Hey, fishface!

Can't you hear me? I know you're not deaf.

[om_nom_namur]

Oi...

[He stops again, lifting his hand to scratch at a tickle on his forehead, and looks at the people nearby.]

Y'all hearin' anythin'?

[They all look at him like he's insane, but that's also not uncommon. He also looks like a monster they'd hire a hero to slay, but his pendant signals to them that it might be a bad idea, so they just gawp or look away uncomfortably. Namur rolls his eyes.]

Fine, I'll talk t' m'self. Not that anyone gives a shit. Sure, I hear y'. Sound like... Shit. Who y' sound like? Talk 'gain y' crazy voice!

[justicereigns]

[Punches the air in total confusion.]

[immortalrose]

[Ever seen a moth literally dive under an incoming fist at break neck speed in complete defiance of aerodynamics? Well, now you have! This glowy rainbow moth plants itself right on Smoker's face with devilish glee.]

[justicereigns]

[Smoker just GLARES at it.]

Telepathy?

I'm not in the mood for games. [Growl growl, is he EVER?]

[immortalrose]

You're never in the mood, fuddy-duddy.

[The moth replies as it hops off Smoker's face and onto the end of his cigar. It purposely fans out the fire so it can sit there precariously at the stub. Isn't it such a pretty little bugger?]

I ought to bite you for standing me up multiple times.

[justicereigns]

[REALLY TEMPTED TO SQUISH IT--]

[?]

Who???

[Digging out his lighter!!! >:(]

[immortalrose]

[The moth laughs haughtily at Smoker's evident confusion, that is until the man brings out his lighter. Now the poor thing panics.]

Eep! Don't hurt me!

[It hops off the cigar and darts up into Smoker's white-gray hair.]

[justicereigns]

I wouldn't. I was going to move you. [BUT HE'S SMIRKING.]

I didn't stand you up. Last I saw you you were elbow deep in your wine and planning on going home with someone beautiful. And we caught the fireworks together. [THAT WOULD BE MORE IMPRESSIVE THAT HE RECOGNIZED AUGUSTINE AND HAD THEIR ENCOUNTERS DEEPLY ETCHED INTO HIS BRAIN -- if he had enough friends that it made a difference. NOW ask him how long ago it was, THEN he'll get flustered.]

Is this form a choice?

[immortalrose]

Huh? [The moth peeks out of Smoker's hair and looks down his forehead.] How did you know it's me?

[The pesky rainbow bug taps its leg against Smoker's forehead demanding his full attention. He's even bossier in this tiny form.]

Someone beautiful? You mean Rip? [Augustine chuckles quietly.] Wasn't that...around the New Year? I believe so.

[The moth hops out of Smoker's hair and lands on the tip of his cigar again.]

I suppose you could say that. I'm testing out some of my spells.

[justicereigns]

[A quiet laugh, and though his ears redden, he's in a good mood, and gently holds up a finger to move Augustine again. He needs his cigars so he doesn't murder things okay.]

Yeah... sorry. I stopped talking to people for a few months. [SUCH RED EARS. Namur already called his sorry ass out on it argh.]

And you're special. Who else it could be? [SMIRK! And gently brushes the wings with smoke light finger tip.]

So did you know what it would turn you into?

[youfool]

[Ted is all about lovely, picture-perfect days. And clothes, given his attire. That moth would face some serious competition in the category for "most clownishly colored." If only he weren't oblivious to its presence, running whatever errand the BBB board had for him that day. Surely a fool is preternaturally protected from other foolery? There's excess to consider.

Apparently not. The second his cavernous cranium was invaded, he started an inch in the air.]

AH! Who said that?

More the point, why couldn't they have done it in Everglade, where it'd be for the common weal?