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Quit Bugging Me! [Job Thread]

Postby Firenze on August 12th, 2018, 11:33 pm

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Annoyance was the closest word that she could think of at the current moment. Swatting at the air, her hand missed its target, again. With a furrow of a brow, she glared daggers around the room daring the little pest to try again.

Just as quick as it came it flew off again with a laughing hum of wings as it buzzed her in the face, just to prove that she was no match for its speed. “AGH! YOU STUPID THING!” Both hands swatted around widely as though she’d officially lost all sense. Anyone watching would surely think she had. Hair whipped around as she shook her head back and forth, hoping that her trendles could do the job that her palms couldn’t.

All she wanted was some semblance of peace and quiet as she worked. With another quick and daring dive bomb the pestilence did it again... and again. First, her ear and then bouncing off her forehead.

Shooting out from her seat, the wooden chair shot out against the rough floor and clattered to it’s back with a loud complaining screech. It’s legs raising to the air like a dog on its belly waiting for a scratch. Fire stormed around the room. Pacing back and forth she looked for something that she could swat at the persistent nuisance.

Grabbing up a sandal she sat with a huff on her bed, scanning the room, as she waited for it to try its tricks again.

Not even a few chimes later, it came back with a vengeance, first into the eye and then, what she could’ve sworn, was dancing in her hair. With a loud thwack, quickly followed by a hand rubbing out the soreness, the shoe landed on her head. Unfortunately, upon inspection, the flat came up fruitless.
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Quit Bugging Me! [Job Thread]

Postby Firenze on May 8th, 2019, 1:07 am

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The shoe zoomed across the room, it hit the wall and fell near the hearth. Cursing under her breath Fire waved a temporary mental white flag. The heavy wooden door was flung open and then slammed shut with defiance. None too gently she flopped onto the stair to her living quarters, hoping for a brief reprieve from the insolent insect.

Only, luck would not be with her this night. She had ran from one troublesome pest, into a swarm. Dusk had begun to settle and torches lit the paths through the neighborhood. Which in turn was the call to any annoying small pest with wings in a hundred tick radius. By the Gods she could’ve sworn more had she known anymore curse words. Moths tangled themselves in her hair and darted down her clothing.

Slapping none too gently she smooshed, flicked, and swatted.

Swiftly she rose her feet again to distance herself from torches that were nearby. A strange sound met her ears. Loud and buzzing and… annoying. It came in waves, growing louder and louder until it threatened to drown thought from her mind. Glancing around she tried to figure out where the sound might be emanating from. It seemed as though it were coming from all sides.

Walking down the pathway, she tried to follow the sound but it came and went in a smooth rhythm and made it difficult to track. Letting her ears do the work, she tried to close her eyes and let the sound flow to her. It seemed as though the cacophony was more of a symphony, as though there were multiple musicians adding to the racket.


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