The park, early evening

[superartie]

Across Fandom a male voice could be heard, grunting and giving a strange "Huh. Huh!" of a laugh. This carried on for several minutes unabated. Then the male voice spoke.

"Foul cretins! Take this!"

"Your days of stealing stale bread from idlers are over! Huah!"

At the edge of the duck pond, a man in tight red pants bobbed and pranced. His arms pinwheeled. His head jerked about. He let out more laughs and grunts. The ducks seemed unconcerned with his antics.

Why was Artie taunting the ducks? I don't think we'll ever know.

[ooc: open for interaction or other park-type activities]

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Shouldn't that be "foul croutons"? *snickers*]]

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: *bows* you are a god.]]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

[[Or 'fowl croutons'?]]

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: *facepalm* *awards gold medal in punning*]]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

[[Ooooh, shiny.]]

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus was strolling through the park on his way back to his apartment, and raised an eyebrow at the antics of the strange man. As far he knew, the threat from the ducks had been eliminated.

[superartie]

Artie turned as Camulus walked by.

"Greetings, my--"

Quack said one of the ducks. Artie spun back around.

"You interrupt me, Quackers? Clark warned me about you,"

Aaaand he went back to his duck taunting.

About twenty minutes after Camulus walks through. . . .

[superartie]

Artie lay gasping on the ground. He shook a weak fist in the air.

"Curse . . . you . . . feathered . . . fiendish . . . flappers! I . . . shall . . . have my . . . revenge . . . ."

The ducks remained unconcerned and most duck like.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Whistling as he strolled through the park after his fantabulous afternoon spent with Agatha, Orlin noticed Artie bothering bother bother bother the ducks. He grinned.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus spotted his prey the little man and smirked. He slipped up beside him, and casually grabbed his ass.

Which sounds crude, but it really wasn't a grab, it was a pat. A caress, if you will.

[superartie]

Artie was, alas, too distracted by his epic, entirely one-sided battle to notice Orlin.

Poor Orlin.

About twenty minutes after the twenty minutes after

[superartie]

Artie is back on his feet! Back, with a vengeance!

The ducks have wandered off to the other side of the pond, though. So Artie is mostly just bouncing, posing, and laughing to himself.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin jumped, "What the!?!" He spun around and almost hit Camulus with his flailing arms.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus rocked back on his heels, just out of reach, smirk firmly in place, hands folded innocently behind his back. "Good evening to you, too, fheir bheig."

[superartie]

Artie was . . . still too distracted to notice.

"Fabled, fabaceous, fascist, facetious, fabulated, fair-haired, fakey, Faustian, fameless, fancy . . . " and so on ". . . forgotten, futuristic, futile, fustigated, um, farty, um, feathered fiendish fiends!"

It took awhile, but Artie did eventually run out of adjectives that started with F.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin immedistly assumed the, dealing with Camulus mindframe.

"And you too my rothar fear" He said, smiling innocently.

[superartie]

"Fearsome!" Artie shouted triumphantly. "Fearsome fiends!"

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus's jaw almost dropped. That was low. Instead, he just stepped closer, and leaned over to murmur in Orlin's ear, brushing his lips just above Orlin's cheek on the way. "You, of anyone, should know better than any that there isn't an ounce of fat on my body, mo fheir bheig."

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin grinned wickedly. "Not one ounce of fat?" He asked sweetly, trailing his finger down Camulus stomach. "Then what's this?" He asked, his finger resting on the kilt fabric, drfinately areound you know where.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

"My gift to you," Camulus murmured, wrapping his fingers around Orlin's wrist and lifting his hand to his mouth, dropping a kiss on his knuckles before dropping it and turning to continue his stroll towards the apartment building. "Have a good day, fheir bheig?"

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin smiled, "Aww, Camulus Wamulus," an impish smile accompanied this new name Orlin had generously bestowed upon the false god. "You shouldn't have." He held his hand and pretended to look at it as though it was sacred.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus maintained his cheerful, light tone. "Call me that again and I will kill you in your sleep," he said, smirking. "And you didn't answer my very civil question."

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

"I am so sorry, did I offend you Oh Great and Powerful," Orlin took a quick step away from the other man, "Camulus Bamulus? And my day was very satisfying."

Orlin tried to maintain space between them, because honestly, Camulus is rather intimidating.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus chuckled. "Even you can't destroy my good mood today, fheir bheig," he said, strolling along the path towards the apartment building. "I'm glad to see that you have had as good a day as I have."

[superartie]

"Good day to you, too, citizen!" Artie called after him.

Had he been listening in, or was he just, you know, being Artie?

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin pouted, "How could I, your most precious and loved one, destroy your most special day?"

He grinned and pinched Camulus bum, which is very difficult as his was wrapped in thick wool.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus didn't jump. Thick wool and all. He barely felt it. But he flexed. Because Orlin would probably feel that if his hand remained in place.

They were rapidly approaching the apartment buildings now. Camulus began to calculate.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin hsdn't felt it, since it was just a pinch, not a grab.

Wonderful, almost at the apartments, he could run, lock his door, and hide. Yes, hide. That was a plan.

"So what has you in this fine mood?" He asked, waiting for the moment he could bolt for his apartment.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

"You might say that I woke up on the right side of the bed," Camulus purred, holding the door open with a stately bow of his head for Orlin to pass.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin passed Camulus, and bolted. He ran for the stairs, not bothering to check to see where Camulus was in relation to him.

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus smirked and surpressed the urge to yell 'Shoplifter!' and let Orlin go. He strolled back to his own apartment.

He was having fun.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

[[jerk, hes with agatha!]]