Earthbound Genius

Dea-amárach. I'm Fleet, son of Will and Angie Leyman and brother of Ash, my twin. She can be a hassle, sometimes, but don't tell her I said that. She'll whine. (INDIE OC RP BLOG, WILL RP WITH ANYone. Varying age due to timelines being skewed, generally 8 or 9 FC IS Asa Butterfield, I own nothing in the way of gifs or pictures taken unless otherwise stated) TRACKING TAG: littleearthreader

[little-earth-reader]

MOVING TO MANMAGEMONSTER

Find Fleet here!

[youcancallmealgie]

"Good. I’ll just read it when you’re asleep." Algie replied hotly, hoping to fool Fleet.

[little-earth-reader]

Offence flashed over the writer's features, a severe finger aiming itself squarely at the hunter. "You wouldn't dare."

[little-earth-reader]

Grem's voice thrummed with power as he spoke, the ground literally shaking with every syllable ever so lightly, "So, you are Leyman's son? I knew your father, though he isn't where he used to be. Tell me child, have you learned any special talents yet?"

That was the third time this month the wards had done all of nothing to stave off the obviously paranormal. Wonderful. A mental note was made to have them spruced up if he lived through this particular encounter. Only one paranormal came to mind who would use the word “father” in reference to Dad, and though the voice didn’t match, the vocabulary and suspected motive did.

As his mug shattered on the ground, he clutched the counter and tried to find the source of the voice. The largest shard he could find was snatched up to defend himself. Punier than usual, but it was something. Where was Algernon when he was needed? “This residence is protected,” he called, unsure where to aim or look at any given time. “You know my dad, obviously, so you know that any harm to come to me will be repaid ten-fold.”

[thisisgrem]

"I’d expect nothing less child. Now will you invite me in or shall we continue this discussion from opposing sides of your threshold?"

Grem looked at the knife, “A quality piece of worksmanship, but are you sure you know how to use it?”

[little-earth-reader]

Though the faintest of tremors pulsed through Fleet’s off hand, the blade remained steadily aimed. “Perfectly. I had a good teacher.”

Alright, so it was only a small warp of the truth. He knew, in theory, how to use it. The strength necessary to wield it properly was a different matter.

"Thresholds are wonderful things," came his second answer. "Keep brutes from dragging me into the dark or stealing my soul."

[little-earth-reader]

Grem's voice thrummed with power as he spoke, the ground literally shaking with every syllable ever so lightly, "So, you are Leyman's son? I knew your father, though he isn't where he used to be. Tell me child, have you learned any special talents yet?"

That was the third time this month the wards had done all of nothing to stave off the obviously paranormal. Wonderful. A mental note was made to have them spruced up if he lived through this particular encounter. Only one paranormal came to mind who would use the word “father” in reference to Dad, and though the voice didn’t match, the vocabulary and suspected motive did.

As his mug shattered on the ground, he clutched the counter and tried to find the source of the voice. The largest shard he could find was snatched up to defend himself. Punier than usual, but it was something. Where was Algernon when he was needed? “This residence is protected,” he called, unsure where to aim or look at any given time. “You know my dad, obviously, so you know that any harm to come to me will be repaid ten-fold.”

[thisisgrem]

With a wave of his massive hand and a low rumbling in his throat the ceramic shards of the mug leapt off the ground and snapped onto the shard, one piece after another, until Finnegan stood there threateningly holding a mug by the brim of the cup.

"If I’d come to cause you harm then your wards would have made more noise, and you would be in as many pieces as your mug was. Relax young Leyman, I come before you peacefully."

Grem’s tone was nonconfrontational, almost to the point of coming across as not seeing the child as a threat.

[little-earth-reader]

A nearly imperceptible gasp eked out of Fleet's throat as he staggered away from the event, almost dropping his sorry weapon in the process. Out of spite or distrust, he nearly dropped it on purpose a second time, but deemed that a waste of a perfectly good mug. It was instead placed delicately on the counter he grasped.

The voice's logic was sound, if nothing else, but being raised a Leyman taught one better than to trust only the logic of non-corporeal powerhouses. Therefore, he made a point of seeking out one of Algernon's daggers, iron and silver weave, before carefully opening the door.

"I'm armed," he warned with steel in his voice, "and I don't trust you."

[little-earth-reader]

"I know you probably would have rather had a book, I’m sorry about that. But I hope you’ll still like this. Happy birthday, bud."

"There's probably no book left that I don't own. It's... It's beautiful. Thank you. I'll do my best to make it last."

[little-earth-reader]

Grem's voice thrummed with power as he spoke, the ground literally shaking with every syllable ever so lightly, "So, you are Leyman's son? I knew your father, though he isn't where he used to be. Tell me child, have you learned any special talents yet?"

That was the third time this month the wards had done all of nothing to stave off the obviously paranormal. Wonderful. A mental note was made to have them spruced up if he lived through this particular encounter. Only one paranormal came to mind who would use the word “father” in reference to Dad, and though the voice didn’t match, the vocabulary and suspected motive did.

As his mug shattered on the ground, he clutched the counter and tried to find the source of the voice. The largest shard he could find was snatched up to defend himself. Punier than usual, but it was something. Where was Algernon when he was needed? “This residence is protected,” he called, unsure where to aim or look at any given time. “You know my dad, obviously, so you know that any harm to come to me will be repaid ten-fold.”

[little-earth-reader]

Merry Christmas

—Moira

"Stunning as always, Moira. May I put this in my studio?"

[little-earth-reader]

"Merry Christmas, handsome. I’ve also got a few bags of fresh tea for you, remind me to give them to you later."

"O-Oh... my... Aunt Jamie, they're spectacular, thank you!"

[little-earth-reader]

Merry Christmas!

—Ash <3

"It's beautiful, Ashling."

[little-earth-reader]

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

—Mum <3

"I love them, thank you. Happy Christmas."

[sulfurthenphosphorus]

"There usually is. I’m letting him deal with this one. It’s his fault.”

[little-earth-reader]

"Of all the things I could have survived without the knowledge of. We both know there's no set time he could be back, and I would honestly prefer not to have genetic mutations of whatever Stars'-forsaken beasts he has down there rampaging through the house to clean up after and stave off."

[youcancallmealgie]

Algie gave Fleet a playful smirk and rolled his eyes. “Fine..don’t tell me, then!” He said, feigning being mad.

[little-earth-reader]

Fleet saw right through it and met the mock anger with a single brow raised. "Fine, I won't," he cooed right back.

[youcancallmealgie]

"….Alright…." he replied, hesitantly taking a step. "Mind telling me what the bloody hell that was about?" Algie cocked his head to the side and smirked at Fleet.

[little-earth-reader]

Fleet made sure his journal was shut and put away before clearing his throat. "Nothing," he lied. "Just... Ehm, nothing."

[movingonpastthis-deactivated202]

Welcome (OPEN) (Watanuki and whomever)

The man’s yukatta barely hangs onto his body as he lounges on the couch, smoking idly from an ebony pipe. The thick, sickeningly sweet smell of the smoke is everywhere, thick curls of bluish white drifting through the air lazily, making it seem like he’s been smoking for more than a few hours. Wordlessly, he looks at you, one eye a brilliant golden brown, the other a deep indigo blue. He takes another puff, holding it in for a moment before breathing out slowly, reveling in the feel of it scalding his lungs.

"So….what is your wish?" He asks plainly. As you beging to protest that you have no wish, fearing you’ve stumbled into some sort of brothel, he merely smiles softly and cuts you off before you can even begin. “In this shop I grant wishes of all sorts. You would not have found it, unless you have a wish for me to grant.”

[little-earth-reader]

It was just an investigation on Ash's behest, one which would earn him unbroken peace for three days complete with meal delivery and errands run. For a writer living in the most chaotic house in Britain, that was an offer he couldn't pass up. He had been given a gun and told to use it if necessary, however the being he came across was no naga. Nagas were susceptible to airborne particulates -- though he enjoyed them personally -- so somehow or other he entered the wrong place... One which appeared to have a--

"Djinn?" he queried. "Admittedly this is a bit... awkward, I was looking for another paranormal. I didn't mean to disturb you." For good measure (and his own self-reinforcement), he added a steady, "I'm not interested in making a bargain, thank you."

[youcancallmealgie]

Algie froze in place, looking at Fleet with a chuckle. “Okay..?” He asked, staying still as to not cause anything to explode.

[little-earth-reader]

Fleet quickly scrawled a few things in his notebook, eyes darting between Algie and the page, before he nodded and snapped it shut. "You're fine now."

[sulfurthenphosphorus]

"Add radium when the brew goes red he says. Are you sure? Oh, positive he says."

[little-earth-reader]

"Oh, even better, there's something potentially radioactive exploding in the basement. Thrilling."

[little-earth-reader]

"Wonderful... What blew up this time?"