Welcome to Edensphere, Wolf and Mar-- where the hell's my wallet
Characters: Lezard (flenceburgsbest), Yuffie/Marbles (viva_la_materia), and Sokka/Wolf (sarcasmbender)
Date/Time: Slight Backdate to September 27th, morning
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for the usual newborn nakedness.
Summary: A carnivorous curmudgeon and a kleptomaniac. This unfortunate greeter might be in for more than he can handle. Happy Birthday, Marbles and Wolf!
Lezard's chair was tipped back, ankles crossed from their position on the table. That pen was furiously working, littering the pages of a small notebook with his horrible handwriting, all of it shorthand. All ready he was arranging for an upgrade, "changes" to what he'd all ready made... what he'd once called his greatest work was now only a base. Like any good alchemist, he'd take these ugly bases and "transmute" them into gold. What this "gold" was, only he knew. Still, he had a job to do, but that didn't mean he couldn't work on a few side projects in the interim, right?
In a casual movement, he whirled a finger in a small circle in the air before him. Without looking up to see if such a minor twist of magic was a success, his tea stirred itself. He hated letting it sit, even if it didn't affect the taste. The cup's handle was grasped between two fingers and lifted to his lips, the swirling, dark liquid given a taste. He didn't mind a strong black tea once in a while, and it seemed like a "black tea" kind of morning.
By the foul gods, he had no idea just how right he was. He went back to his writing.
Date/Time: Slight Backdate to September 27th, morning
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for the usual newborn nakedness.
Summary: A carnivorous curmudgeon and a kleptomaniac. This unfortunate greeter might be in for more than he can handle. Happy Birthday, Marbles and Wolf!
Lezard's chair was tipped back, ankles crossed from their position on the table. That pen was furiously working, littering the pages of a small notebook with his horrible handwriting, all of it shorthand. All ready he was arranging for an upgrade, "changes" to what he'd all ready made... what he'd once called his greatest work was now only a base. Like any good alchemist, he'd take these ugly bases and "transmute" them into gold. What this "gold" was, only he knew. Still, he had a job to do, but that didn't mean he couldn't work on a few side projects in the interim, right?
In a casual movement, he whirled a finger in a small circle in the air before him. Without looking up to see if such a minor twist of magic was a success, his tea stirred itself. He hated letting it sit, even if it didn't affect the taste. The cup's handle was grasped between two fingers and lifted to his lips, the swirling, dark liquid given a taste. He didn't mind a strong black tea once in a while, and it seemed like a "black tea" kind of morning.
By the foul gods, he had no idea just how right he was. He went back to his writing.