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Magical Mischief: Flying in Style Page 1
Done for the marvelous 
ealadubh ^w^ He was unfortunate enough to cross paths with Flannagan, the morally ambiguous hob.
Eala belongs to himself, of course, and Flannagan belongs to me
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ealadubh ^w^ He was unfortunate enough to cross paths with Flannagan, the morally ambiguous hob. Eala belongs to himself, of course, and Flannagan belongs to me
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DISCLAIMER: Because my computer is a dinosaur and has a hard time with complicated files, comics will be a rarity commissions-wise. I will open them slots for them when I am able to get a more powerful computer. This was a particularly fun sounding story, so I figured I'd put my computer through its paces.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Comics
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Gender Male
Size 905 x 1280px
File Size 217.3 kB
Listed in Folders
It's a bit hard to see, I'm afraid. He plucked a feather from Eala's head.
Ah, yes....morally ambiguous magic users. At least they make one's day more interesting! ^^
That they do. ^^ A certain witch springs to mind. >w<
I have no doubt they'd get up to all kinds of shenanigans if they ever met. ^^
*A dusty pickup truck pulls over on the road’s narrow shoulder*
Abigail: I felt my ears burning. And more importantly I smelled some magic being done! Someone fills me in!
Abigail: I felt my ears burning. And more importantly I smelled some magic being done! Someone fills me in!
Flannagan: *leaning against the low wall* A pleasure to meet such a witch as yerself, miss. *gives a rickety bow* I'm just a knackered old hob lookin' for a lift... lucky I found one. *gestures to his currently shifting companion with his walking stick*
Abigail: *nods approvingly* A wonderful use for a human going to waste! I'm sure he'll come to appreciate it time.
Flannagan: *cackles* Whether he does or doesn't is no skin off my nose. I've just got places to be. Yer a smart one, you'd do the same without that grand automobile. *he leans forward on his walking stick* Tell me, dearie, d'youse play much with the mortal shape?
Abigail: *grins* I admit I’m still a bit of an amateur, but I have a feeling you’ll be hearing of my work very soon. I certainly have big plans in the works.
Flannagan: Do youse, now? Care to let me in on them?
Abigail: *wags a finger* where’s the fun in giving away the ending? I’ll make sure you’re the first one I call when it’s time though, I promise. What about you, my fine hob? Where are you off to on your little feathered pet here?
Flannagan: *huffs in disappointment* Grand. I'm off to a manky old farm. Not that I have a care for the people there, but those poor beasts need looking after.
Flannagan: *smirking* Aye, boyo. We can see that. What's wit the ruffled feathers? Youse made an agreement.
Flannagan: *glares right back* Rubbing it in, y'say? I've given youse a gift. 'Tis a grand and majestic thing to be a swan. Any duck would say the same. But, if you're going to be ungrateful, I can make good on our deal in a much nastier way.
Flannagan: *poking his walking stick at you* Who are youse t'say what I would or wouldn't do? I'm no high and mighty Seelie. I'd ride an ugly old boar if I thought it would put some holy Joe in his place. *planting his stick on the ground and leaning forward to look you over* Did I choose the wrong shape for you, boyo?
*wry beaksmile* If you didn't want any backchat, you shouldn't have picked for a mark someone who's been a donkey three times before now and is entirely used to this sort of thing. Anyway, wouldn't a boar be a bit conspicuous? Flying does help to avoid undue attention.
Abigail: *claps her hands* oh! You’d make a cute little ass, wouldn’t you? You can always join my farm if you’d prefer. I’m sure we could find Mr. Flannagan another ride.
Oh no you won't, mate. I've had enough experience to start figuring out how these 'rules' work. Flannagan said 'lift' when his own words specifically meant aerodynamically; either one of you starts changing the semantics in mid-agreement, and I'll have the right to 'lift' you right over my shoulder, dump you on the road and be free of you.
Besides, like it or not I have the distinct feeling someone else higher up is getting a kick out of seeing Flannagan and myself together as comic foils to each other.
Besides, like it or not I have the distinct feeling someone else higher up is getting a kick out of seeing Flannagan and myself together as comic foils to each other.
*preens* I know better than to break a fae agreement, at any rate. It can ALWAYS get worse.
Abigail: *grins* it’s cute when a human tries to figure out my ‘rules.’ But I suppose you’re right about an agreement with the fae. And you are quite a handsome feather-brain in any case.
Hmm. I suppose I am at that, as sure as my real name is *not* Anthony Stewart Carlisle.
Abigail:*brightens* ah! I do love a good name! There is some power in it, if you know how to use it, Mr. Not Anthony Stewart Carlisle.
Flannagan: *lost in the idea of switching the transfiguration spell to one of a boar* But think of the chaos if folks actually did see a pig fly...
Abigail: *smiles* This one is certainly stubborn, isn’t he? I do like a bit of fight in them, personally
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