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In Plain Sight
Marco sat on the side of his bed, pulling his legs through his satyr pants and securing his feet comfortably within the 'pony'boots. He stood, 6'8" with the satyr legs in place, he felt invincible. "Bring it on Mac-lire Clan." he murmured, smiling to himself as he glued his horns to his forehead and applied his face paint. Today was a special day, today his clan was going to concur the Mac-Lire Clan and become the ultimate clan within all of Iceland!!! Well, ok.. within all the land that the two LARP clans had. ~So what? Today shall truely be epic .~ He thought, grabbing his staff of power and his keys and headed down the stares. "Mom! I'm leaving! And I'm taking over!!!" He exclaimed before heading out. He smiled, looking up to the sky and ignored the odd looks of his neighbors before clomping over to his truck.
Tiana was already at the camp, arguing with her brother, Taylor (who was infact, a ghost)"Ohmygawsh, Taylor~ shut up alraedy!" she hit her head a couple of times. She knew it was useless, but because Taylor saw through her eyes, she knew it drove him mad.
STOPITALREADY! taylor screamed in tiana's brain.
You know i HATE it when you do that. "Why do you think I do it, Idiot?" she muttered to herself while she pulled on her chain mail. She reached into her saddlebag and pulled out 'fake' fangs. She made sure everyone saw her do it. When their heads were turned, she quick as a flash shot out her real fangs and shoved the fakes back into the bag. "Ahhh.... sooooo much better." she sighed in delight.
Marco arrived only a few minutes before hand. He quickly scanned the playing field before heading over to his own clan. "Hey guys!" he greeted his clan members. They greeted him back and started on the plan, one by one sneaking a peek at their rivals. "Alright, Tina, you take one that dinky faerie over there.." instructed the clan leader, Marco rolled his eyes at the word 'dinky', slightly taking offence. "Marco! You take on that vampire girl!" the clan leader instructed, pointing at Tina. Marco nodded, already thinking up plans to use his 'special' abilities without being caught.. ~this shall be fun.~ he thought, sizing up his rival.
Tiana looked over and scanned the trees, grinning so her fangs were visible and glinting (She had silver fangs, a rare trait in vampires). She pulled her hood over her face and whispered to Taylor. "hey... go scout for me? I need to know who is where doing what?" She heard Taylor sigh.
Of course, any thing for you, dear sister. Tiana nodded and opened her arms as if inviting an embrace. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly and started chanting. "Concero of meus pectus pectoris , frater ut meus animus , commodo nunc reverto facio mihi universus." (twin of my heart, brother to my soul, please soon return to make me whole, and she knew it wasn't true latin) A gust of wind ripped around the camp and Tiana collapsed to the ground. The wind gust surged into the trees. Tiana sat up and laughed. "What good luck!" she said, exaggerating her words a bit to make it seem like a coincidence to whomever was listening.
Suddenly the 'ceremonial" horn blew, queuing that the war was about to begin. Marco smiled, making sure he had all that he needed. ~Hm, lets see..~ he thought as he checked his magic sack of mystery, aka his man purse, ~My magic potions, check. A dagger for up close purposes, check. A sandwich for when I get hungry, double check.~ "Yep, I'm set." he mumbled to himself, proud of his stash. Marco turned to grab his mighty shield of magic and power and headed to the battle grounds.
Taylor snickered and flew right through Marco, his favorite approach to the scout and scare tactic. He followed Marco a bit longer, trying to see if he would divulge any plans.
Tiana, on the otherhand, was being surrounded by her 'coven'. "Brothers and sisters... let loose all hell!" She yelled, taking out her authentically fake sword.
Marco shivered, he blinked, suddenly his eyes were a bright yellow, (his faerie eyes). He looked around and looked straight at Taylor, but pretended to not actually see him. ~ Another non human is around?~ He questioned to himself as he kept walking. ~I better be careful about this now.~
Taylor froze when Marco looked at him, but sighed in relief when Marco walked on.
I've got to go get back to Tiana soon... won't this guy talk?.
Tiana slipped silently into the woods, pausing once in a while to listen for her target. The satyr would die this time... hypothetically speaking, of course. She sighed and bit her lip. Well, maybe just a taste...
Marco walked carefully through the wooded area, his satyr legs weren't exactly the easiest things to walk in. He kept his staff close in hand, sprinkling a bit of "magic powder" on it to make it shiny and more intimidating. His faerie scenes were in complete aware check, now that he knew non humans were around. ~I wonder who he is...~ he thought, pausing to listen for his little girl rival. ~I might as well take care of
her first.. it is my duty to my clan.~ he thought as he carried on..
Tiana froze as she sensed Taylor nearby. She groaned quietly and made sure no one was nearby before using her vampiric strength to force handholds for herself up a tree, then leapt to another, landing lightly and gracefully on a branch above Taylor, blending in with her special cloak.
Want me to reunite...? taylor asked, not looking up at her. Tiana shook her head no. she licked her lips and her silver fangs glinted briefly.
Marco froze once more.. he had a strange feeling in his gut. His golden eyes scanned the bush, lightly scanning over Taylor. ~Is he apart of the LARP, or just a creeper?~ he wondered before he met up with the rest of his clan. The horn sounded again, signaling for the war to start. "Alright men..and women, don't fail us now!" exclaimed the leader. All sorts of 'mystical creatures' scattered, searching for their rival..
As Marco left, Tiana jumped from the tree, dragging Taylor to the camp. "Coven!" she cried. "Protect the tent for a bit! I must consult!" She ran into her tent and sat on the floor facing Taylor. She closed her eyes and opened her eyes again, chanting. The same fierce wind ripped the tent from the ground, and as soon as Taylor was reunited with her, she looked at the closest member. "Strange wind, huh?" She stood up and whipped out her 'whips', standing at the ready.
Marco clomped around, searching for the small vampire dressed girl that he was assigned to. He kind of wished he was assigned to the ginormous werewolf , dude, at least then he'd get a challenge..
Tiana twiddled the grass at her feet as her entire coven was napping. "I wish we weren't so good at hiding." she muttered. "It gets boring doing a fold over and over..." a coven mate shouted. Tiana jumped up. "Who wants to launch an attacka nd take a captive!" She shouted feverishly. Her entire coven, one by one, nodded in aggrement and started strappign on their hunting gear, coplete with 'special' cloaks. "Let's go!" She lead the way into the woods, scaling a tree soon after entering. After a half an hour of jumping from tree to tree, she was glad she'd at least spent the summer teaching her coven to climb trees and swing from tree to tree... she laughed as she remembered the first few hundred falls.
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