|Whippersnapper (whip_r_snapper) wrote in manchester_rpg,|
@ 2010-06-22 12:31:00
|Entry tags:||anton, whip|
Who: Anton & Whipper
What: A Meeting
When: Just before Noon
Where: Arvandor Common Room
It was just a few hours before nightfall when Whip flew towards the Maguire home, ready to join his brother, have a nice meal and settle in for a pleasant evening. He was traveling in his miniature form of only 6 inches tall, so as not to be spotted coming and going, when he caught sight of the neighborhood troublemaker, Gregory Crowe. Gregory Crowe was a failed football player with a mean streak a mile wide and his wife was, if possible, an even nastier piece of work. Woodland Pond at Manchester was a nice community, full of kind, elderly retired folk, young families and young couples just getting started; the Crowes seemed to go out of their way to upset this idyllic picture . They had no consideration for anyone else and were constantly doing one thing or another to cause a problem. This night, Whip noticed them letting their Bull Mastiff do his business on the Maguire’s front lawn; the incensed pixie had just magically mowed that lawn this morning! Gritting his teeth, Whip vowed that vengeance would be his.
After magically dispensing of the massive amount of droppings, Whip then hurried up to the attic where he paced, fumed and finally spit out his story to his brother, Raggs. They put their heads together and formulated a plan so devious, it had them laughing hysterically and dancing on air.
At 3:00am, on the closest farm to Woodland Pond, Whip and Raggs used pixie dust to gather all the chickens, pigs and goats in a row and fly them to the home of Gregory Crowe. “Get the lock, Cricket”, Whip whispered to his brother, once they’d arrived at the bully’s home, “Then go upstairs and dust the uglies asleep there. We need them to sleep soundly for a bit”, he giggled and Raggs giggled along with him. As Raggs opened the door and disappeared up the stairway, Whip marched in, with the farm animals following behind him, like a pint-sized Pied Piper; once they were all inside, he closed the door and did a little dance. “Now, let’s see what’s in the fridge, shall we?”, he asked a passing goat. Flying into the kitchen, Whip returned with several containers, “Yummy! Looky, looky! Baked beans! Potato salad! Cole slaw! Creamed corn! Spinach dip! Eat up, my friends and don’t be shy!”, he opened the containers and placed them everywhere, so the animals could eat to their heart’s content. “If you have to go potty, just do it where you are standing. The beige carpet and white furniture clean off surprisingly well!”. Flying to the top of a shelf, Whip enjoyed the chaos.
It was now 4:30am; Whip and Raggs had to fly the farm animals back where they got them before they were missed. “Whipper”, the younger pixie worried, “ do you think we should have left a window open? That house was absolutely toxic”. Whip grinned and winked at his little brother, “It was supposed to be toxic, Cricket”, he laughed, “I have to admit, I never expected they would shyte that much!!!”, he sighed, “The Crowes deserve whatever they get. They have bullied the Maguires and the fine people of Woodland Pond far too often”.
After a few hours of sleep, Whip decided to head to school; he wanted to unwind in the Arvandor common room. Just sit back, relax and see if he could meet anyone from his house, before the Fall semester began. The young pixie had decided he would make several such scouting missions before the semester started; that way, he would have a solid friend base already established on the first day of school!
Seeing a new face walk into the room, Whip popped up off of the sofa and introduced himself, “Hello, fellow Aldener…er…Aldenite!”, he greeted merrily, flashing an impossibly large grin. “My name is Whipp R. Snapper…”, he giggled. “Well, actually, my name is Whippersnapper, but I thought it best to compromise a bit and adjust my name to fit the human forms and all that flippity jippity”. The pixie’s brilliant sapphire-blue eyes looked the stranger over, “You can call me Whip or Whipper, if you like! What can I call you?”. Whip looked at the handsome young man like a child waiting for a gift.