[Event] Egg Hunt | Éadrom Square

[Chamomile]

The Éadrom Square is bathed in violet light, like any other day, but every so often you can see the light shine off of small, colored objects. Are those, eggs? It looks like it. Perhaps they are of some use! Search around the rocks and flower lanterns and benches and logs and anywhere you can think to find the eggs. Wonderful prizes await you if you collect a lot.

Update: The Sparkling Purple Egg has been found!

[Lucian]

❊ Mmm....Strawberries ❊

Wafting through the air was the pungent aroma of pastries and...what was that, a cake made with strawberries, oh my. Éadrom Square enticed Lucian to wanting to purchase food earlier in the day. After having a mother with her sickly child and a man that was stupid enough to cut himself in the shoulder, his stomach growled for something to be in it. And food would sedate the irritation those two clients had made him feel.

Although he never could understand why the air colored the town in a purplish hue, the blond haired man got used it. His nose in the air, Lucian tried to locate the food in question. But the scent of the flowers started to interfere with his food sensor. Twirling the braid in his air, he began to sweat as the strawberries were fading from his sniffer. “Please... don't go...” He whimpered, trying to sniff as much as possible while walking to the left, then to the right. At least the right had helped him begin the trail once again – as faint as the strawberries were.

Hands out in front of him, a couple citizens looked at him awkwardly – and for good reason. What grown man, no, what angel would be that addicted to strawberries?! But a slight turn, his nose zeroed in on the scent. It was there. Across the square. Closing his eyes, Lucian could just taste the sweet nectar on his tongue. “Mmm~” He smacked his lips once before contemplating. Should he take the long way or the short way? The short way being across the square through the flowers. The other was just being a good citizen and just not act like a complete dope.

Short way. Definitely short way.

Wiggling his booty, Lucian prepared himself. A hop away he would be from his precious desert and it in his stomach. A dash towards the center of the square, a obstacle course of flowers. This would be the deciding factor. His feet were light, as if he were flying through the air. “You'll be in my stoma--” Spoken too soon, the dominion fell face first into a set of bushes, not noting what was in front of him.

Despite the strongest urge to get that cake, Lucian stared straight through the bushes. Something was underneath there. But how to get it? Hmm, he needed to find out before getting that damned cake. So, what would any sane person do? Roll off the bush. And so the angel did – with a score of one for lack of effort out of five.

In his new found area, the grass, the ability to grab this thing was much easier. A squint of the eye and a stick out of the tongue, he scooted himself closer, his hand outreaching for the object. Unable to see anymore before of his arm it eh bush, he slapped the ground to get closer until the smooth object was settled in his hand. Yanking it out, he rolled over again to examine it above only to find out....

It was an egg.

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XOXO SHIN OF GS + THQ

[Chamomile]

Lucian has discovered a Green Egg!
(but sadly, no strawberries)

[Lucian]

❊ WTF IS WITH THE EGGS ❊

A green egg he held in his hand.

That was odd. Who would leave a green egg here? In the middle of the violet square? These humans were peculiar people – but maybe it was some type of festival they were holding. At least, that is what they did in the other kingdom he had looked over.

Lucian tilted his head before slipping the egg into his pocket, for he did not know what to do currently with it. And it was probably going to have its uses later. A smile and the lengthy man hoisted himself up off the ground. Those that had given him weird stares had dissipated and new citizens had replaced him. But his mission was still the same: strawberries.

Green stains soiled his white pants – but that was a small price to pay for such a delicious fruit. The strawberries were a rarity for this time of the year. Only certain farmers grew them – and the main staple of strawberries wouldn't hit until the summer months. The coins in his pocket were ready to be used for an impulsive, selfish buy. But the sweet tooth needed to be taken care of.

His walking slightly wavering, the angel lead himself out of the square and to the bakery that he had looked forward to from the other side of the square. Flowers still in sight, he took a whiff before purchasing his wonderful cake, it covered with pink frosting and strawberries covering the top. Back to the square he went with fork in hand. (The seller knew his addiction and forks were a staple to come with his meals now.)

To the bench he sat. Lucian sighed, praying to the gods for his meal. As if blessed by the gods, in the angel's eyes, the cake glowed with yumminess. His blue eyes watered, his happiness at an all time high.

Fork into the cake and it stopped....THE FORK STOPPED. Horrified, Lucian just ate what he could from the one side. How had the fair maiden messed up his precious cake, his precious... strawberries... Almost eating at an unhuman pace, his stomach grew tighter as it was insistent on knowing what screwed up his goo-

There it was.

ANOTHER DAMN EGG.

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XOXO SHIN OF GS + THQ

[Chamomile]

Lucian has discovered another Green Egg!
(and thankfully it didn't ruin the flavor of the cake...maybe it even made it better o.o)

[Lucian]

❊ Mmm, eggs... ❊

Eggs, eggs everywhere.

Lucian held it in his hand, almost wanting to crush the damn thing. First it had just been a strange foreign thing in a bush. Okay, that was good and fine. But in his cake, the joke or festival had gone much too far. While the second flavored his cake with a minty taste, it felt off – just knowing there was an egg in it. Although, Lucian had to say that the strawberries were the goddess' divine gift from the heaven's above.

Thank you. Praying to the gods, he nodded his head while scarfing down the rest of the cake. Any normal human would have gone into diabetic shock from the sugar. Lucian was glad that human body was dead and gone for his benefit.

The square became louder as her sucked on his fork. Any bit of strawberry had to get into this stomach. Little kiddies were getting louder. Ah, the circle of life was weird. But thining back to the egg, what was he going to do. Having his cake sedated him and no one was coming for more check ups today. So maybe, just maybe he would indulge in this human activity.

Because these damned eggs were just catching his attention. But the wailing of one of the young children did the same damn thing. Three little seven year olds ran past him fighting, their instructor following along with five others. It seemed there was a little field trip to the square. How quaint. Not. But they were human children... Human children meant that innate sense of being able to find the most mundane things.

Trying to not act like his was scouting children for his own leisure time, but totally doing it, Lucian fixed his hair, tapping the woman's shoulder – who turned to be out a very feminine looking man like himself. Okay, bit creepy, but now he knew how others felt. “Ah! I was just wondering if your little pupils would like to play a game of find the eggs. I mean I saw three of them fighting earlier and it might help you out.”

The teacher leaned back, a distrust in his face. His pointer finger on Lucian's nose, he spat out the most deathly sounding threat the angel did hear. “You touch them – you die. Therefore, I am sticking next to you like a sore thumb.” Lucian just laughed back. “I was just going to lay down on the bench while I was waiting.” Both men stared at each other until the teacher gave up and called the children over. The game was explained and the one that found an egg would receive a treat from 'Mr. creepy man' aka Lucian.

The children ready for competition sprinted to the ends of the square. All of them running, Lucian became dizzy, But in minutes, the children had come rushing back.

OH ALL THE EGGS HE WOULD HAVE.

But to his dismay, only one found an egg.

But one egg was better than the pet rock that one of the little shrimps gave him.

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XOXO SHIN OF GS + THQ

[Chamomile]

Lucian has discovered another Green Egg!
(child labor at its finest here)

[Lucian]

❊ Another one... ❊

….Eye twitching. Had the gods hated him that much to give him another damned green egg. The first one was fine. Hell, even the second one, he could tolerate. But Lucian could not handle this third one. As much as someone should be getting an egg to the head, he was no that angry. Okay, yes he was.

Hair turning the off-white and eyes becoming golden for only a brief minute, he had to calm himself. Magic in that 'form', or whatever it was supposed to be, was much more deadlier and for a damn egg, it was not worth it. But damn, if he could shove a shoe up that instructors ass, that would be great. “Let's not scar the children.”

Slightly calmed down, Lucian started to rest on the bench, trying to think of anywhere that an egg could be. Give him five minutes, and he took thirty for a nice, relaxing nap. Drool coming from his mouth, Lucian stared at the open sky, blinking once than twice. He was knocked out plenty good to feel refreshed. His eggs were still firmly in his pocket, not leaving him.

But up from the seat, Lucian had to find these eggs. Like the strawberries, it was becoming an addiction. His blond hair fluttered like graceful wings behind him. He looked too fabu' for this place. He always looked too fabu' to half the people. But these eggs were nothing compared to any fabu'ed people like himself.

“BAWK BAWK BAWK.” bawked the chicken.

Chickens produced eggs. And having meat sounded good right about now. “Mmm... chicken...” Licking his lips, the prospect was too good to p--- Chickens made eggs, why did he not think about that before. There, on the west side of the square, a beautiful majestic clucker was frilling its feathers at him seductively. It was about to lay an egg.

Their eyes meet with one another. Its beady eyes appeared to wink at him. The man gave a kissy face to it. Its owner was not here. It was a rogue chicken, and it was Lucian's for the taking. Tiptoeing in order to not draw attention to himself, Lucian made his way to his new, feathered friend.

“Come on, chickie~ Gimme the goods.” His warm gaze melted the chicken's heart. Overwhelmed by this man's affection towards it, the chicken cawed loudly as it lay on the ground.

Except the egg was pressured between its bum and the ground. As he reached for it, the egg itself shook. “What the...” Again, the chicken made a noise that sounded like it was getting too much pleasure from laying an egg.

And that egg just shot straight out from its bum.

SMACK!

Straight into the face, the egg rolled down into his shirt to safely nestle itself from hitting the ground.

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XOXO SHIN OF GS + THQ

[Chamomile]

Lucian has (in the oddest of manners) discovered a Red Egg!
(seducing chickens, who knew?)

[Lucian]

❊ FLYING EGG ATTACK❊

The chicken egg to the face was an awfully painful experience. Blood red. Was it from his nose, as the liquid seeped from his nose. Giving a couple minutes, there was a chance for him to recover in no time. The chicken itself left him as it went off to find its mate. And the egg ended up with all the other eggs in his pocket.

Wiping the blood before it dried off, Lucian looked around the square, unsure of where the next egg could be located. Searching far and low for the next one, Lucian was being rather impatient when looking for this next egg. Maybe because the others had been relatively easy to find (as much as it wanted them to be or not). Rubbing his brows, the angel again took his gaze to the sky. There answers would be ….

“Oh. Heavens. No.”

Another egg hurled itself at his face and made contact with an already injured nose. Lucian felt his legs give out as the egg rolled down into his shirt and almost knocked him unconscious.

“The flying hell. Are the gods sending me eggs now?” He grumbled feeling for the egg. “Are they giving me a message to...procreate...because this is....just...no.” Even if it took him longer to get his wings, this message was not floating his boat at all.

And the color of the egg was...

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XOXO SHIN OF GS + THQ

[Chamomile]

Lucian has discovered the Sparkling Purple Egg!
(a message from the heavens indeed!)

[weirdbeard]

Weird Beard found smelling to be the most appealing part of existing in the third dimension. In the 5th dimension there were sights, sounds and things to touch. However, smelling and by extension tasting was very third dimension specific. The smells of people, food and even the residue gumming up the drainage grates made Weird Beard grin. However, the wizened Drune had a mission: locate an egg. Children had told him that he would be unable to, no matter how hard he tried. They spat at Weird Beard and called him quite a menagerie of strange names like "pillock". Weird Beard was determined to prove their assumptions false. As Weird Beard made his way through the square people stared at him, like they always did.Casting their gaze upon the man who could only be seen from one angle and judging him. Weird Beard was used to this and ignored them.

He walked up to a vendor of fine meats and spoke to him in a wavery tone "Helllllo meat vendor... I have a, hmmmm, question for..... YOU!" he finished with a widening of his eyes and a firm wringing of his crinkled hands.

"Uhmmm... yes sir?" He asked, quite perplexed by the man who stood in front of him, wearing far to much robes from the spring heat.

Weird Beard looked around, knowing the man would not see this, for the children. None to the left, none to the right. Yes, very good. "Do you know where this one can find... an egg? Hmmm?"

"Like an egg that was hidden? For the hunt?"

"YES! Yeeeeeeess. For the hunt... precisely" Weird Beard licked his lips.

"No, not really. I know that there was quite a few hidden in the square but..."

"Bah!" Weird Beard exclaimed and waved his arms dismissively at the man, turing to walk away. The man screamed and Weird Beard hardly even noticed.

Weird Beard continued to walk around the square searching for an egg. The children, fresh from securing the wares of a local pastry shop and scampering home stuck their filthy tongues at him and laughed. Weird Beard was beginning to feel the true shame of failure. This should be a simple task for one so mighty as he! He began to search furiously (enticing more alarmed reactions from the citizenry, their eyes still virgin to his strange form). He looked in rugs and in mugs. He pursued racks and stacks. He searched behind posts and in roasts. Alack! There was no egg to be found.

Just as the Ancient Wizard was about to buy an egg and dip it in ink (the foolish ankle-bitters would not know the difference) he saw something. Why, it was a painted egg, pilfered by a rouge bird and stored away in a nest perched atop a street light. Weird Beard smiled and sought how best to retrieve his prize. Climbing up it? Too pedestrian. Throwing a stone? No, eggs were so fragile that in this world they served as one of the the ultimate points of comparison for fragile objects. No, he had the most cunning of all plans. Weird Beard returned to the meat vender "Hel-"

The man backed away, grabbing a chipped carving knife "No! Not you again! Leave my sight wicked man!"

"Okay." Weird Beard responded immediately, ducking behind the man's stall out of his sight. "I merely desire... meat."

"I have no business to conduct with you." He snarled.

"I can render many services... Help you find lost things? Get home faster. Hmmm, settle a vendetta... mayhaps?"

The man paused, Weird Beard could only imagine his look of consideration. "Okay, let's just say that you owe me a favor... uhm..."

"Call me Weird Beard." He replied, still out of sight.

"Okay, Werido. Here." He handed him a slab of very raw looking meat. "Now scram!"

Weird Beard wordlessly complied, scampering off with the speed of a younger man with his prize. He placed it by the post and waited. Weird Beard knew full well that the local village idiot could not resist juicy meat and this was a trick he used often to slip into second story rooms of the inn and pilfer herbs and the like from the occupants for spell components. Like clockwork a large man lumbered over to the meat on trunk-like legs and knelled down to eat it. Weird Beard sprung into action, leaping onto the man's back and wrapping his frail arms around his neck. As the dim man, crooning in delight, stood up to eat his new find, Weird Beard reached up and grabbed the egg. He dropped to the ground and ran from the man triumphant, not provoking a single response from him of any kind. He would finally show those freckled scamps. An egg that was...

[pantsgrey]

Weird Beard hath discovered a Red Egg. Those kids won't know what hit 'em!