( open )

[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & you unfortunate souls.
Date: During the mis-spell event.
Location: Everywhere.
Situation: Kyle is seven and the most powerful weapon in the universe still answers to him. Watch out, world.
Warnings/Rating: None that I can think of.
Notes: [Action] or prose all good. If the starters don't work, feel free to tag with your own.

Comments

[wingedwarrior]

[Not reprimand a kid with a power ring? Are you seriously thinking Shayera is going to let him get away with trashing her entire house? There was paint everywhere, and Kyle is in serious trouble when she gets her hands on him. Or her mace. Whichever is most effective against tiny, hyperactive, power ring-bearing brats.

It's basically a game of "follow the paint trail" until you find said child. And it takes a decent amount of willpower not to throw her mace at him on instinct. So instead, there's one very loud, very angry cry through the street.] Kyle, put that paint down!

[imaginate]

[Wow, she's faster than expected. Abandon ship!]

Catch me first!

[He winks at her and speeds away.]

[wingedwarrior]

Oh, when I get my hands on you. [She flies after him, flapping her wings harder to give her that extra much needed boost. But there's one other thing she can try out here.] If you don't get back here, your paints at my house are going in the garbage!

[imaginate]

[He's still a lot faster than she is. The reckless bravery only got a boost when he turned pint-sized.]

You'd never do that!

[wingedwarrior]

[If she wouldn't feel bad about it, she'd wring your little neck.] You really want to risk that?

[imaginate]

Clara'll buy me more!

[Cackling, he speeds off.]

[wingedwarrior]

Not if I tell her what you did to my apartment! [KYLE WHY. She is groing more and more frustrated as this escapade continues.]

[imaginate]

That mess sells for millions back home!

[wingedwarrior]

Yeah, well we're not back home right now. [THAT'S IT, THE BIG GUNS ARE COMING OUT.] If you don't get back here, I'll never speak to you again!

[imaginate]

You're overreacting!

[Still laughing madly, and then he rams into a bush.]

[wingedwarrior]

You painted the inside of my house! [If she was overreacting, the mace would be out.]

[imaginate]

It looks better now!

[Scrambling out, attempting to escape.]

[wingedwarrior]

I'll be the judge of that! [AND SHE SAYS IT DOESN'T. And if he's close enough, she's making a grab for him. Little shit :T]

[imaginate]

[Small yelp as she grabs him, he tries to squirm free.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Nope, she's got a death grip on him.] We're going back to my house, and you're going to clean up that paint if it kills you. [Or her.]

[imaginate]

Party pooper!

[Still scrambling out of her grip...]

[wingedwarrior]

Yeah, yeah, I'm the mean, hardass older sister. Quit squirming, we're going home. [She'll only tighten her grip, Kyle.]

[imaginate]

UNHAND ME STRANGE WOMAN!

[Flailing.]

[wingedwarrior]

Not until you clean my house! [An extremely frustrated sigh.] If my son is ever like this, I'll go crazy.