Stale Tail Ends [Noel]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Noel WORDS 411 NOTES Hilarity inbound Grey blue fins curled around Fenryl’s arms and the back of his head as he basked in the merciful shade the Quercus Woods offered over Tulipa Lake. His fish tail hung over the water’s edge with careless freedom, but as beads of sweat furled on his brow from the pain of the transformation, he started rubbing his aquatic muscles with webbed hands. This muscle atrophy for his Merperson state was getting out of hand, wasting away whilst his human form thrived and grew stronger with every day. But the most he could do was exercising stretches so his body wouldn’t be completely entropic. Feeling so weak in this state agonised him, occasionally forced to lie on ground in this form and flop around like a dying fish until his Mythical Magic could be activated again. His complexion ashen as he continued waxing his muscles, he kept an eye on the fishing rod nearby that would catch him his lunch. Otherwise, this day was as normal as he could ever hope. He travelled upriver since dawn with his frequent breaks, got to the lake to do his job and fish for his lunch. Then travel downriver in the evening, show up with his request, and just crash in the inn for the night with some money in his pocket. But still, what could he do with this muscle problems and lack of social standing until his mythical magic improved? It certainly didn’t attract any girls, and he had to admit he missed the attention he got back home as a soldier. “Girls love men in uniform,” his mother would say. Those times when he’d twirl his blade in front of them to look cool, and they’d squeal and flexed their fins in excitement, or perhaps smile toothily or perhaps even blush if he smiled back … Ironically he supposed, at least men who swooned over those females originally would be able to make a move now. Briefly, he wondered whether there was some poor soul out there who just didn’t have any luck with women. What if they were centuries old and still hadn’t found anyone? What if he still lived with his parents? What if he was just so horribly unlucky it wasn’t that he was unattractive physically or in personality, but he hated all women he found? Suddenly he continued to rub his finned muscles more vigorously, a glint of determination gleaming in his eye. I’ll overcome this! I will! Because no way was he gonna be like those sad saps.

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[NOËL R.]

Unfortunately for Noël, he was one of those poor saps that had never done so much as gone on a date with a girl in his life.

He couldn't understand why though. He really couldn't. He was amazing, wasn't he? Handsome, polite, sm- well okay. Maybe not smart, but he was basically the whole package so he couldn't understand why girls weren't throwing themselves at his feet. He was a total babe as in a B-A-B-E. Like super fine. But whatever, he thought. Maybe it was the hot guy theory? When someone was so attractive that no girl could go up and talk to him. They probably already thought that he had a girlfriend but he'd be happy - or maybe he should have been embarrassed that he didn't - to tell them that he did not. If it meant he got a cute little girlfriend that he could hug and stuff, it was great. He couldn't exactly hug pillows for the rest of his life. Or hug Nihel. Not that he wanted to.

He didn't need the idea that he liked his baby brother or anything. Totally ruined his bad boy image and something like that. But so, why was that so important exactly? He had heard that some pretty lil' mermaids had arrived in town. Mermaids were crazy, though. It couldn't be true, right? But then again, he had some magic flowing through his veins so the fact there could be mermaids at all wasn't exactly all that startling. But he heard good things about how mermaids were real pretty. And since they weren't native to the peninsula, maybe they'd think he was hella fine. Or they'd think he was really annoying. Really, he'd just go for either. Even friends would have been fine. Ugh, he needed some friends.

Nah, what he needed was a good wingman. Someone to talk him up about how great he was. Yeah. Maybe he could pick up a girl to take home. Of course, he supposed he'd have to keep her in their bathtub or something. And their mom might have flipped if she found out but whatever, right? Ugh. So it was with that final thought that Noël had decided to brave the summer heat and trudge to the beach to try and find a pretty girl. Goddess knew that his brother would be no help. And he didn't exactly have many friends either. Tch, whatever. The people in this dang town were missing out.

But to no avail. He found no one at the beach except for a particularly bulky man strutting around in his mankini. He shuddered at the thought, nearly gagging. There were just some things that couldn't be unseen. Just some things. So he decided that maybe they had seam upstream somehow and into the lake. But again, he found nothing to his disappointment when he walked along the river. But once he arrived at the lake, he was pleasantly surprised by what he had found wading around in the less than shallow waters of Tulipa Lake. Aw, shit. He had to get his swagger on. This would be his only chance, for real. It looked like she had long hair, so he wanted to assume it was a girl. But sometimes he found himself saying the wrong gender and the getting backhanded all the way back to his childhood.

He wouldn't give in and try to get his glasses though. Hell no. That was embarrassing. At least until he drew nearer and started being able to make out the form of the other. Damn. "Aw, hell. I thought you were a babe I could hit on." He groaned in agony, lifting his hands to his face and dragging his fingers down it in annoyance. This was hardly fair at all, god. This sucked. Ugh, whatever. Noël supposed it would have been a good thing to at least try and make friends with the guy. He looked fishy and scaly and whatever - so he assumed from the lighting and color changes - so he must've been one of them. But one of the dude ones. ... er. Mermen. Or. Whatever. How was it a merman though if he couldn't even- you know what.

He didn't want to think about it.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Noel WORDS 408 NOTES ~ Frowning with concentration, Fenryl’s awareness of his surroundings was…lacking, to say the least. Without much to say for himself and in a fairly sparsely populated part of the Penisula, he thought he’d be able to relax in his solitude. Oh so wrong. In hindsight, he’d feel like such a sap. “Aw, hell. I thought you were a babe I could hit on.” Fenryl didn’t hear past the first two words before his heartbeat spiked and he lost his balance over the water edge, the rest of the guy’s words barely comprehended. A small noise of surprise escaped his mouth, too late. Into the water he plummeted with a mighty splash. For most Merpeople, this wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Welcomed in fact. But for Fenryl, he couldn’t breathe, his gills raspy and clotted. Desperately, he tore himself to the surface and clawed at the Goddess’s good green earth, thanking Her for letting his lungs be of use, gulping down the air. With a groan his fins receded and legs sprang out, his clothes of before appearing. And finally with an angry glare ready, he stood up as straight as he could and turned his head to his disturber, drenched to the skin. What if that had killed him? What if the source of his fear was a Merperson ready to take him in? Had his day come to face his charges? But…he only saw a young boy. He seemed disgruntled at himself, exasperated perhaps. Wrong person? The words of before flickered across his brain. He supposed he couldn't really stay angry if he just wanted some female attention. Heaving a sigh to let out his anger, he took a moment to observe his adversary. Younger than him by the looks of things in a human’s late teenager years, but he had the glint of magic in his eye. He wasn’t a normal human at any rate… A Wizard, perhaps? he considered as he crossed his arms. Grey eyes narrowed down on the boy, but a bemused smirk lifted on his face, shaking his head at him as he recalled his words. “Must be desperate if you come out here to hit on chicks,” Fenryl observed with a slight chuckle. He rolled his eyes away to glance at the watery depths of the lake. “But even if I was a chick, don’t startle them for Goddess’ sake.” He glanced back then though, his expression suddenly cold and callous. “You might kill them.” How did the kid even mistake him for a chick anyway? …It was the hair wasn’t it? Probably.

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[NOËL R.]

He could hear the frantic splashing, although the actual sight of the endeavor would have probably been more entertaining if he could actually see. Ah, the trials and tribulations of trying to look impressive. He couldn't say that he was disappointed to find out that the other was a dude in the end. Either way, he thought. He could still touch that booty, but he supposed that merpeople didn't really have anything that he could grab- ah, that was probably something he should have been thinking about after he actually managed to get someone to stand being around him for longer than a couple minutes at a time. People said that he was annoying? Him? Of all the people to call annoying?

He knew so many people who were so much worse than he was. And as far as he was convinced, it was just some players who thought they were cooler than he was and there was no one - absolutely no one - that was more fly than he was. Simple as that. Wait, what was he thinking about again? Oh right. The dude that was flopping around in the water like some confused dolphin before throwing himself onto the ground in front of the both of them. He rubbed his eyes, Noël leaning in closer at the sight as he watched soft blue-purple scales recede into a fair peach. Did the guy just go from fish to person? Man, this was way over his head. The most he could do was maybe bend a spoon with his mind. And that was a maybe.

He snorted at the notion. "What? Me? Desperate?" He rolled his eyes, taking a step back from the merman before leaning forward and resting his hands on his hips. Him? Desperate? No way. He wasn't at all. He was just looking for some cute lil' mermaid babes, that's all. And he found some sissy looking dude. Maybe he should have tried to pay closer attention before he approached them or anything. Otherwise he'd end up just hitting on all the guy ones. Geez, would it have hurt them to cut their hair at least or somethin'? "Why? Does it seem obvious?" He admitted, looking away from the other in embarrassment. His cheeks colored only slightly, the teen turning away from the other.

"And I didn't kill ya, did I?" He moved to sit down on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest. Well at least he could ask if the guy knew on how to pick up the fish ladies. Were they not interested in guys with legs or what? Because someone had to be interested in him, right? Someone! Anyone! "I only came 'cause I was lookin' for one of them girlies. Y'know?" Ah, whatever. This was research then! Yeah, research! "What d'you know about girls anyways?"

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Noel WORDS 538 NOTES Smooth Fenryl’s amusement at this boy’s beliefs in his charm and charisma couldn’t help but seep into his face, raising an eyebrow and curling a smirk. Leaning to his side so he could wring and rinse out his hair, he listened to the boy’s words with patience. The Merman was just giving a light joke when he commented on his desperation, but if it was actually true, then Fenryl couldn’t really take much more amusement in this. His expression became a little more solemn, mulling over things as he absentmindedly dealt with his hair, staring into space. "Why? Does it seem obvious?" the boy asked. Fenryl blinked and straightened to look down on the boy briefly, studying the genuineness of his expression. “Heh,” Fenryl glanced away to pull one of his boot off his foot, emptying the water from it as he stood on a single foot with no err in his balance. “A little,” the merman teased, swapping his boots to get rid of the dampness. “You’re rather unsubtle.” May as well tell it like it was. "And I didn't kill ya, did I?" You almost did, kid. Fenryl thought to himself grimly, avoiding the kid’s gaze as he wrinkled his nose a little, wringing the boot a little more vigorously than intended. But spouting his intentions to prey on one of his own kind; even Fenryl marvelled at his stupidity. Did he just simply forget about the recent pirate attack on one such mermaid? What if the kid was with the pirates then? But he didn’t seem to have any less than questionable intentions from his words and expression…he just wanted a date. Why did he crave female attention so much? If the Merman left him alone though, he’d just hurt himself and his heart, not to mention a poor maiden’s feelings too. The last of the excess water in his clothes dripped to the ground placidly, the rest ready to fade away as the day’s heat passed over. "What d'you know about girls anyways?" At this Fenryl couldn’t help himself; he smiled. “I know a few things,” Fenryl said, an edge of mystery in his voice as he strolled past him to a nearby tree, picking up a fallen branch of a good length, snapping off the smaller offshoots over his thigh. He hadn’t brought his sword with him today, but this would provide a good substitute. Taking a stance, he faced the boy. “Fenryl Cyflym. Formerly of a Merpeople militia.” The Merman introduced himself, twiddling the stick sword between his fingers and passing it between his hands with fluid dexterity. Stamping an end to the ground, he kicked it up in the air to spin and land on his shoulder, grasping it once more. “I hear the ladies like uniforms, talent,” he began, gauging the boy’s reaction as he went. “Depends on the lady however; they all look for something different. Don’t tell me you randomly flirt with every female you see and expect results.” If that was the case…there was work to be done. Quite grim… the Merman thought as he chucked away the stick and settled onto the ground with a yawn, looking expectantly up to the boy for his reply.

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[NOËL R.]

Unsubtle. He begged to differ. He was acting like Noël didn't have any game! And he so did. He had so much game that all the girls were ... were flying away from him because that was how good he was. Well, alright. Maybe that wasn't it but it wasn't like the other really needed to know that. What was some know it all mermaid - merman, he corrected - going to use with that information anyways? Outside of just making fun of him or something, he thought. And he already was. He frowned a little, embarrassed that the other knew so much about him without him saying anything. What were they anyways? Psychic? 'Cause that shit was insane. He thought all they were supposed to be able to do was swim around and walk and stuff. It was weird but whatever, he supposed. Not like it affected him in any way.

"A few things, eh?" He replied, turning to follow the merman's footsteps. Or at least the sound of it. Noël scratched his cheek as he listened to the other drawl on. Fenryl Cyflym? Dang, what a mouthful. Couldn't he have a normal name or whatever? He didn't even know if he could pronounce that in the first place. He'd just call him Fen and he'd just have to deal with it. "Noël Rousseau," He replied, watching the other idly. What was he even doing? He couldn't even tell properly. He really needed to get some contacts or something but ugh. Then he'd have to go to that lame ass doctor who passed out at the sight of needles. She only knew how to take care of basic injuries and probably deliver babies - there had to be one showing up at some point - but outside of that. Useless.

"What're you doing." He said bluntly, staring ahead at the other man. He had heard the snap of a branch and could see a brown blur moving in front of him. But he assumed he was supposed to be impressed? Tch, no way. No one impressed Noël because he was the impresser not the impresse. Was that even a word? Were either of those two even words? Eh, probably not but what if even ever. Not like the other knew what he was thinking about in the first place anyways. "Are y' tryin' to impress me doing your fancy little dancing with the sticks?" Cause he was totally not impressed. Totally.

Uniforms? Talent? ... well, shit he didn't have any of that. The only uniform he had was for his job and that definitely did him no favors to begin with. Talent? He could cook and draw stuff, but not even well. He knew how to play a guitar too but did that count for much if he couldn't write a song for the life of him? He had no talent in anything. Ugh, it sucked because he couldn't really do much. Nihel sapped all of that up after all. He grumbled, struggling to think of things that he could do that might attract people. He could tie cherry stems into knots, did that count at all? Probably not. "Talent..." He began, thinking it over a bit harder.

"I do not!" Yes he did. "I just don't know how to talk to them and whatever." Not just girls but most everyone actually. How he had managed in high school, he didn't know. People liked him then but now it was a no. Now, people hated him and made fun of him and whatever. It was really, really annoying. Maybe it was because they kind of grew up and whatever? Tch. "Well, what d'you say to 'em since you're such a love guru and whatever."

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] ◤ ◥ TAGS Noel WORDS 538 NOTES ~ The boy was certainly curious about him. Curious enough to tolerate him he supposed, or maybe he even possibly thought that his experiences might have a shred of value to his goals. But what if he thought he was some god sent help that could save him from the abyss of virginity? What if the Merman couldn’t fulfil the boy’s hopes, and leave him worse off than before, or even worse than that? At his introduction though as the boy said his name, Fenryl nodding politely in affirmation. What an odd name, certainly flowery enough to get a girl’s attention. However as the Merman continued his little speech and demonstration of skills he found women liked, he couldn’t help but notice that the kid kept squinting at him. It was as if he couldn’t focus on anything, and whenever Fenryl caught his gaze, the boy never looked directly at him. It was almost as if he was distracted by something. This called for some experimentation. So in the midst of his demonstration of ability, Fenryl kept his gaze focused on Noel’s eye movement as he stood a few metres away from him. Again it was unfocused, looking only in his general direction, flitting around mindlessly. As if to hide this the boy voiced being unimpressed by his little antics, but Fenryl felt a knowing smirk crease his face, one he was sure the boy could not see. “Not really,” he replied honestly, absentmindedly twiddling the stick. But with his speech done, he awaited Noel’s reply. He seemed slightly flustered actually, denying the truth. More amusement to the pile. Good Goddess this might take a while… he thought begrudgingly. But what if the boy was beyond help and Fenryl didn’t know what to do? But…he had to try surely? “Well, what d'you say to 'em since you're such a love guru and whatever." Here we go… As he flicked the stick and settled on the ground it as he faced Noel, he shook his head lightly, although his words did make him chuckle. “Love guru? Whatever, Prince Charming,” he smiled knowingly. “But forget words, you won’t pick up any girls if you keep squinting at them like you’re wondering why they exist.” No wonder he thought he was a chick really. Cocking his head slightly then, Fenryl’s bemused expression betrayed his wonder inside. Did he purposely not wear glasses or contacts, or did he just forget them today? Hopefully the latter, but still Fenryl exhaled a sigh. If any other Merperson found him, he wondered whether they’d even be able to tell Noel was half-blind – it was unheard of for Merpeople to have difficulty seeing. “No glasses or contacts today, Noel?” he continued bluntly, expression deadpanning again from so much exasperation. “Body language can speak louder than words, and you can’t see mine. Y’can’t see girls shudder in disgust at your presence, or pull faces at your words.” A pause, a slightly saddened look passing across the Merman’s face. He looked away to the lake, watching the sun rays catch the water’s surface. “…And you can’t see their joy at seeing you, or the warm regard they hold in their eyes…” he finished, a daydream passing by him briefly.

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