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  1. Prompt: People Make me Sick

    Rayland slowly stretched, giving a long jaw popping yawn. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced around. He was still on the porch where he had decided to take a nap, and the sun was slowly falling from its peak. Giving another stretch he let out a long happy sigh.

    “Oh yeah, he wakes up in time for lunch.” He jumped slightly, glancing behind him to see Gwen glaring at him. “Lazy cad,” she spat as she stepped into the house. Rayland lay on the porch, mouth open, floundering for a response.

    He came up with, “What?” He glanced back when he heard a snicker. “What’s her problem?”

    Adrian shrugged, laughing. “No clue. Glad I wasn’t the one being lazy today though.”

    “That would be your luck.”

    “Something good had to come from being a magic born.” Adrian gave another laugh. “Now, I’m going to go subtly kiss up to our dearest maiden and clean up the back yard so that it doesn’t flood when the next rain comes.”

    “Good idea.”

    “I know. But you stay right there. She’s less likely to realize I’m kissing up if you aren’t helping me.”

    “No. It just makes you look better.” Rayland lay back down with a scowl.

    “That too.” Adrian waved a goodbye and disappeared. Rayland tucked his hands behind his head and glared at the roof. He only moved when Percival sneaked out and sat next to him, leaning against another beam.

    “She attack you too Percy?” Rayland asked, sitting up. Shaking his head, letting his golden hair flare out, Rayland yawned.

    “Sort of,” the elf replied. “She started kicking the cabinets so I just decided to stay out of the way.” Percival shrugged.

    “I think she’s on her period.”

    “She can’t be.” Percival glanced over at Rayland, who looked back in shock.

    “Dude, she’s totally PMSing!”

    “Yes,” Percival said slowly, nodding. “Then, unless dearest Gwendolyn is unusual, she can’t be on her period.” Percival then glanced out at the yard.

    “Seriously?” Rayland looked to find what Percival was checking out. An alley cat slowly walked on the fence, golden brown eyes watching the two men. “That explains why I was always a week off.”

    “You tried to plan? And was always a week off? Wouldn’t that tell you something, Rayland?”

    “How’d you know?”

    “I grew up with five sisters. It was difficult. Their periods would all try to align with one another, and when my dearest mother fell into menopause all the sync went out the window and flew away. I was the middle child, and had to put up with it my whole life. It was easier before Mother fell into menopause, since most of the periods were in sync and all six just PMSed on the same week. Me and my father, if we were able to, tried to go camping or something similarly listed under male bonding time to get out of the house.” Percival shrugged. “We came back and the house was always spotless.”

    “I’m so sorry.”

    “You only had your Mother correct?” Percival asked, standing.

    “Thankfully. And she didn’t have monstrous mood swings.” Rayland stood as well. “Think you can handle the pussy cat long enough for me to get my spear?”

    “Probably. Gwendolyn and Adrian I’m sure will be out soon enough.”

    “Yeah, probably.” Rayland shrugged and walked into the house as the cat started to glow. Percival slid his feet apart and grabbed the hilt of his sword, ready to draw. The demon cat charged as the door shut.

    “Stop slamming the dang doors, lousy dog!” Gwendolyn screamed, waving a kitchen knife at Rayland dangerously.

    These are actually the main characters to a story I'm writing. This was written when I first had them planned out, so some things have changed. Not a lot though.
  2. Prompt: Piano
    All eyes watched as the man’s fingers did their magic. Skimming over the keys, the man closed his ocean colored eyes. His broad shoulders shaking as he reached for farther keys. As he sped up, his silken hair started to sway, and so many girls in the large room swooned while most men scowled and rolled their eyes.

    Vance leaned against a pillar, glaring at the piano player. His drink, which he thought was rather wimpy and surely not strong enough, was almost empty. His black hair was in its usual braid, but both Orchid and Priscilla had threatened him and his genitals if he hadn’t dressed nicer. So, now he leaned against a fancy pillar in stuffy clothes that had him feeling confined and itchy in places that really shouldn’t be itchy in public with no pretty ladies around to entertain him or to impress because they all felt the need to ogle some man who could play the piano.

    “If looks could kill,” Tybalt said, walking over. Since he hadn’t come with threats over his head, his collar was open, as was the top of his shirt which might as well have been un-tucked. His golden yellow hair fell around his shoulders as usual, although his usual head band was gone, and his jade eyes sparkled under the chandelier.

    “Go fall in a ditch Tybalt.”

    “Please man. Me, you, and all the other men in this stupid dance room are all in the same boat. The entire women population in here is now going to compare us to Mr. Musical, and close to none are going to add up. So, us men are going to be stuck with each other until the girls forget about magic fingers over there.”

    Vance grunted, but didn’t deny him. “I don’t get it. What’s great about him?”

    “Women like guys that can play music. Especially if they got a singing voice or the piano. I’ve yet to meet a woman who doesn’t think either of those are sexy.”

    “Why are those sexy?” Vance grumbled, finishing his drink.

    “I don’t know. Why are boobs sexy? Or lacey underwear?” Tybalt finished his in one gulp and gave Vance a lopsided grin. “Its just one of those things, and unfortunately a good chunk of the male population doesn’t have an ounce of musical talent.”

    “Hardly. Just none of us have musical talent. I’m sure plenty of other men have some,” Vance said spitefully as the music stopped and a number of the girls swooned and the other number rushed to crowd around him as gracefully and daintily as possible.

    “Same thing ain’t it?” Tybalt grinned.

    Vance grinned back and glanced from him to the crowd of woman. “Let’s go refill our drinks Tybalt; Phillippe looks lonely and one glass of this wimpy stuff ain’t going to pull me through this horrible night.” Tybalt laughed and the two strolled over to the table.

    Vance, Tybalt, and Phillippe are some mercenaries hired by the antagonist of my story to get rid of the protagonist. They obviously don't have an overly big part in the story, but I kind of fell in love with them. Though you don't get much of anything about Phillippe here. Orchid and Priscilla are just mentioned to give Vance some depth.