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OTHERWORLDE: March LIN 101 Assignment

Deviation Actions

Published: Mar 23, 2015

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It was a particularly warm day on campus, unusual for the regularly cool weather school. Though the wind still bit at Lacie’s fingers, tinting them a faded red, the snow that fell was faint and the breeze not as harsh as usual. The warmer weather put Lacie in a good mood. In fact, she was feeling particularly mischievous. She had the urge to play around, but unfortunately no such opportunity had yet presented itself. Then again, if no one came to her, perhaps she could come to them. She had, after all, been assigned to prank several individuals.

Resting inconspicuously against a tree, and attempting to appear as normal as possible, Lacie surveyed the students that passed by, trying to decide which would have the best reaction but would not try to kill her after she had had her fun. For a moment Casper popped into her mind. His quivering was always hilarious, but she felt that she had probably tortured the pour soul enough already, what with forcing her lace embroidered clothes upon him, so she pushed the thought down and looked for another vulnerable bystander.

On that same day, Orielle also so happened to be walking in Lacie's direction. She'd seen Lacie around, and in her LIN classes, but never really got to know her. But like Lacie, she also had to prank some people, though, she didn't quite know who either. She began inching towards Lacie ever so slightly, hoping to go unnoticed.

It was that day that Imogen realized that she was getting used to her normal form again, but after potentially thousands of years of having almost unlimited magic, she was not used to not having any magic. It was quite hard to find clothes she liked that would fit her small frame, so she just stuck with the dress that Gray gave her, and her heels.
Surprisingly her feet hadn't changed size.

She was at least four foot seven in the heels, but four foot four without them, so there was no way she was going to take them off.

As it was coming up to when assignments were due, the genie finally decided to work on her assignments. And she was going to start with the one where she could prank people and I would potentially not cause her pain. She passed by Lacie with a yawn, her dark skin mixed with her vertilogo perhaps making her stand out.

Orielle noticed Imogen, a lady who she really was not very fond of, going after her target, Lacie. Well that wouldn't have been the first time that's happened with Imogen. Either way, Orielle had a plan of how to initiate the pranking. She hummed a song of life she'd learned when she was young, and grew an apple on the tree branch right above Lacie's head. She placed the spell perfectly, so it was on the direct end of the small branch. The apple was heavy, and fell quickly towards the girl.

Lacie glanced towards the stranger who came her way. She looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place who she was. She believed that the girl was in her Linguistics class, but she had not yet made any social contact with her. Lacie smile slightly. If she were in the same class that meant that she had also been given the task of casting harmless, but funny, pranks on those around her. Unless she had already completed the assignment; however, it was always a possibility and Lacie kept her mind open.

Another passing student in a rather noticeable green dress caught her eye. It was Imogen, she recognized vaguely. This girl as well was another that she was not familiar with. Of course, that only meant they could become closer, and what better a way to forge a bond then a friendly feud of practical jokes? Besides, the genie seemed rather laid back, and Lacie was sure she would take it well.

The spirit ducked behind the tree, wondering what sort of spell she might cast on the green clad girl. Ah, of course! Lacie, though she held no prejudice against the color, definitely preferred a lighter and brighter color, more so than the emerald green garments Imogen wore. Muttering an incantation under her breathe she directed her energy towards the genie and willed the dress to become a pretty pastel pink.

Perfect! She had to admit, the color looked quite good on the victim, though if the genie did not appreciate Lacie’s aesthetic they could always change it back when the assignment had been completed. Proud of herself, Lacie peeked out from behind the trunk, waiting to see how Imogen would react.

A sudden thump on her head distracted Lacie momentarily, causing her to look down at her assailant. The aggressor in question was a shiny red apple, perfectly crafted and almost pristinely smooth, if not for the darkened bruise that had begun to form on its skin, presumably at the fault of the fall. Lacie looked up at the oak tree above her. Last time she had checked, oaks did not grow apples. This was the work of a clever little prank.

Lacie glanced around, and realized it was likely the doing of the girl she had previously taken note of. Rubbing her head slightly, she narrowed her eyes at her and then laughed a bit. This was certainly going to be fun.

It was slow at first, but then the pink bloomed along the dress in an explosion of colour. Imogen loved pink, absolutely loved it, but not the fact that the emerald dress was now a pastel pink of all colours. The genie stopped turned, looking for the source of the spell. She might have enough magic to cast a tiny spell, but not one that would be an all out revenge spell, or something like that.

The wind blew softly, causing her raven hair to blow slightly in the cool, snowy air. Small snowflakes fell from the trees as the leaves were rustled, landing gently in the dark hair and upon the dark parts of her skin.

"Green to pink, pink to green, change my dress so it's not obscene." Imogen muttered these words under her breath while moving her fingers of her right hand in a slight wiggling motion. Her dress turned back to the emerald green colour it was before.

Orielle started laughing hysterically at Lacie holding the apple. The jig was up. "Ahahaha, you should've seen the look on your face!" she yelled. She turned to Imogen next. "Wow, even she got you! Great job Imo-- or should I say, Pinkie?" She continued her childish laughter.

Imogen noticed the obscenely annoying voice that yelled out to her. Imogen searched for it, though she didn't need to. "Hello Oreo, or should I say doll crusher?" The genie put a hand on her hip, wiggling the fingers on her right hand again.

"Fashion sense you do not possess, how about I change your dress?" A trail of sparkles raced over to Oreo, hitting her in the stomach and splashing several obscene colours on her clothing, also changing her dress to a really frilly, ugly dress with poofy sleeves. "Oops, sorry. I made it worse."

Lacie pouted slightly when she saw that Imogen had changed her beautiful pastel back to its original green. If that’s how it was going to be, then the spirit would just keep trying until the two found a common ground, fashion wise.

“Imogen your head’s looking a little bit bare, why not put a bow on your pretty black hair.” As Lacie muttered, a bright bow, lined with purple trimmings, and of course plenty of lace, appeared atop the genies head. It clashed greatly with the rest of her green attire, but it at least matched her dark mass of hair.

Of course, Lacie couldn’t produce the objects out of nowhere. She was transporting them from her wardrobe back in her dorm room. This spell was a little more tricky than the last color changing one, but it was all for the sake of fashion.

Boisterous laughter pulled her gaze once more to, Orielle she believed was her name, and she was about to cast another playful spell on this girl as well when a flash of sparks hit her square in the stomach, splashing a hideous array of colors across her outfit.

Grinning, Lacie floated to the top of the tree, sitting on one of the higher branches, and watching the two go at it.

Orielle was ticked off. She fired right back at Imogen, "Maybe I'll have to do the same to you as I did to him! Except his was an accident, yours won't be."

She didn't care much about the dress though, she could always fix that later. Orielle was getting devious now in her so called pranks. She sung a note so high, her overtone clashed directly with the note. The tritone rung strongly, hitting both the ears of Imogen, and Lacie.

Instantly Imogen covered her ears at the note Oreo made. She much didn't care for the fact that there was a large horrible bow on her head, she was mainly focusing on Oreo. "You sung so high that birds headed south, so lets put a sock in your mouth!" She wiggled her fingers and sparks hit Oreo square in her face, a large pair of socks appearing in her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound.

Lacie enjoyed watching the two fire shots at each other, though the entertainment didn’t last long. A loud shrill caused Lacie to lose her balance, falling out of the tree. She caught herself just in time however, swinging on lower branch with practiced ease and floating the rest of the way down quickly, but gracefully. When she landed, she held her arms up and gave a small curtsy as if she had just finished performing. Her years in the circus had paid off, and being a spirit certainly helped as well.

Laughing at the socks in Orielle’s mouth, Lacie decided to join in on the fun once more, directing her spell this time at both girls.

“Thanks much for stopping the voice of Orielle, now it’s my turn to pull off a little spell! Look up above you and you will see; a spring shower of sorts, though made from tea.”

Two teacups appeared above the girls’ heads and with a flourish of her hand, Lacie let the contents fall onto them, drenching them in the warm, but not scalding, liquid. She was glad she had prepared a drink for Lark and herself before leaving on her walk this morning. It had come in handy, though she would have to remake it.

Unfortunately, the liquid left a large brown stain on her bow that still remained on Imogen’s head, and so she was forced to repair some of the damage she had caused.

“Stain, stain, don’t be shy, let my bow become clean and most of all dry!”

Orielle was proud of her clashing overtones, and laughed at Lacie tumbling out of the tree, until she felt a pair of socks stuffed in her mouth. She spit them out as fast as she could. "EWWWW," she screamed

Next, she had the tea to deal with. She saw it at first, and tried to dodge it, but she wasn't quite agile enough to do so. Some presumably un-worm wooded tea (for once) coated Orielle's long hair. She was fuming; it was hard enough for her to handle it when it was dry!

She gathered herself, "Jeez, you two are such rhymers, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Orielle didn't need rhyming for spells, she audited the words in her mind, then hummed a tune to go along with it. She thought it was much simpler. Soon enough, a bar of soap appeared in the mouths of the two other ladies. "Scrubadubdub!" she laughed.

The genie was laughing loudly and joyously at Oreo's disgust at the socks in her mouth, so much she almost doubled over laughing. She felt her magic depleting with each spell but didn't pay any mind to it.

But she let out an ear piercing scream at the tea being poured on her. "My clothes! My shoes! My hair!"

But her complaints were cut off by a bar of soap in her mouth, to which she promptly spat out. Imogen flipped her soaked hair, which was quickly becoming cold, sending tea flying from it. "Okay. You wanna play? Mama's gonna play."

"Hair so shiny, hair so sleek, now you look like a slimy freak." Imogen full on pointed at both the girls, sparks flying at both of them. Their hair instantly gained several knots and their hair turned into greasy, unnatural, dreadlocks.</i>

Orielle screamed when she saw Lacie's hair, but then screamed even more when she saw hers.
"Fine, if that's how you want to play, so be it!" she said hastily. Orielle hummed an angry tune in a minor key.

Since your hair is bubblegum pink already, we might as well make it real bubble gum!" Lacie had pink hair already, but she figured she might as well give Imogen the same effect.</u>

Lacie spit the bar of soap out, no longer laughing or jeering. Though she had expelled the foul tasting material from her mouth, the taste still lingered in her mouth. Trying to look on the bright side of things, Lacie supposed that at least her breath would smell nice now.

But no later than the soap had left her mouth, the two girls both took shots at each other’s hair, Lacie also being caught in the fire. First her hair turned greasy and tangled, but just as she reached up to touch it, it became sticky. She felt at it, bringing one strand to her eyes and sniffing it slightly.

“B- bubblegum?” she shrieked, half in hysteria, and half in playfulness. Quickly she muttered a reverse spell, though it drained her a bit. She was too frantic to make up a rhyme on the spot and so she was forced to focus her magic without the extra boost too make it more effective and less arduous.

Her eyes flashing, she said her next spell quickly, wanting to get a word in before the two started casting spells once more. “So what if we like to rhyme a little? At least *I’m* not dancing to a fiddle!”

The rhyme was poorly put together, but it was effective. A large instrument appeared, seemingly out of thin air, and began to play itself. The music affected anyone who listened to it in such a way that they had the strong urge to dance with it. This included Lacie as well, but she quickly conjured up two ear plugs, putting them in her ears before the spell began to work.

Orielle suddenly looked up at the large stringed instrument. "Perfect," she though, "she just stepped into my territory." Orielle did begin to dance though, but she really didn't care. After hearing a few well played bars of the fiddle's tune, she began to hum it, with a spell in mind.

"Hope you two aren't too ticklish!" she chuckled.

This spell she was forming in her mind was very powerful, moreso than any of her other little jokes. The spell was very complicated, and made it so that every different chord in the fiddle's song would give different places on the two girls' bodies tickling sensations. For example, the I chord would target the neck, the II chord would go for the belly, and so on. Orielle was so glad this would only effect Lacie and Imogen, and not her.

"For once can people. Not. Mess. With. The HAIR?!" Imogen exclaimed in horror at her hair being pink and sticky and just ugh.
But it smelled nice though.

Wait. A fiddle? "Fiddles are so centuries ago, give me earplugs so I don't tap my toe." But then she'd already started dancing, mainly with her feet, but it was still an embarrassing moment to behold. But soon Imogen began to laugh, the tickling spell rendering her almost unable to speak and doubling over in laughter.

Orielle was on the ground, laughing uncontrollably at Imogen. "Bwahahaha, my spell completely got you! Both of them, for that matter!" She was very pleased with herself. "By thew way, thought I'd mention that fiddles are timeless! When's the last time you've listened to some half decent country music?"

"C-country m-m-music is o-out d-dated." She tried to say all this while laughing, then a sudden idea struck her.
A rhyme to go along with it.

"L-let this t-tickling b-be s-sat-sated." The genies laughter ceased, and she was able to stand up. She kept the earplugs in her ear, and she felt the effects of using so much magic in small bursts.

Orielle was shocked she could udder any words after she was being tickled like that. "Well, fine then! That's just an opinion!" She was pensive, she didn't know what she should pull on the girls, more specifically, Imogen, next.

She realized the best target to piss off Imogen would be to mess with her hair and clothes. She had a great idea.

"Hey Imo, you know what your hair looks like? Ink, blacker than you'd see on sheet music!" Orielle hummed a few bars of a song that she knew was called 'Ink', ironically enough. This one only really worked for Imogen though, and as soon as she finished, the genie's hair turned to black ink, drenching her, and her green dress.

"So sorry fashionista, but green isn't the new black."

Imogen was fuming. Her clothes you could mess with, but not her hair. The genie took great pride in her hair . Another ear piercing scream wss let out by the genie, which soon turned into an angry growl. "MY HAIR! HOW DARE YOU!"

"Heart as black as the coals of hell, let your hair be your cell!" The spell was intended for Oreo's hair to grow significantly, and continue growing for several minutes at an accelerated rate until it was super thick and heavy.

Lacie grinned at Imogen as her feet began to move slightly, her body swaying to the rhythm. However, with a wave of her hand, she summoned ear plugs, just as Lacie had previously, to stop the music in her ears. Lacie cursed herself for using a spell that was so easily countered.

"Well I've lived through a couple of centuries or so I am told, but you should take a peek in a mirror; you're looking quite old."

As Lacie taunted, a hand mirror appeared in front of Imogen, reflecting the genie's face back at her. However, the image in the reflection began to shift, disfiguring the girl's beautiful face with age, wrinkling her skin and dotting it with blemishes. Of course, none of this truly happened for that sort of magic was likely too powerful for Lacie to handle. What she had done was cast a simple illusionary spell on an ordinary mirror. To onlookers, it appeared only as an ordinary looking glass but Lacie was that to Imogen, her reflection looked hideous.

The pastel spirit's victory was short lived, however. The feeling of feathers brushing her skin caused her to look around. But there was no evident cause to the tickling sensations that she felt. She began to laugh, harder and harder as the tickling increased. Pulling out her earplugs, she noticed that the feeling seemed to occur with the rhythm of the fiddle. She also noted that Orielle was on the ground laughing. The witch had used her own trick against her, though the music was soon cut off by another one of Imogen's clever chants.

Imogen frantically pushed the mirror away from her, not wanting to see herself look like that. She already looked weird enough in her human form, let alone old. "The last of my magic has bren spent, up the tree you'll be sent." This was only aimed and Lucie to put her in a tall, tall tree until Imogen left. The sparkles she sent towards the girl sent her flying high into the treetops until she finally landed on top of one of the trees.

Orielle felt her hair grow, even longer than it already had. It piled up onto the floor, and got heavy enough for her to fall over onto the ground. (Though luckily, there was no voodoo doll for her to squash this time.) She got up and regained her balance. Then muttered a spell, also involving her own hair. "You two are getting so tied up with the whole hair thing, why so unoriginal?" She cast a spell that cut off her hair, then sent the locks to wrap and tie up the two other ladies. Her spells were powerful, but her energy was draining. She began to feel a bit lightheaded.

The spark of magic hit Lacie with a thump square in the stomach and then proceeded to carry her up into a tree. Not that it really mattered, for Lacie could simply float down. Still, looking at the sky she realized the sun was already high in the air, and we wondered how late it had gotten. She had meant to have tea with Lark, and the fact that she needed remake it out her far behind schedule.

She peeked out through the branches, looking down at the genie and the witch. Yet just as she was about to call out, a large mass of hair came flying at her. She struggled for a moment before remembering that she could utilize magic.

"Release me!" She commanded, no longer bothering to rhyme because of her fatigued state.

Popping out of the branches once more, she then shouted down to the two girls below.
"I'm calling for a cease fire!" Then, she daintily lifted herself from the branched and started descending until she landed neatly on the ground.

Orielle was surprised at what Lacie had just said. "A cease fire? You can leave, but I have some unfinished business with this one!" She looked at Imogen harshly. Orielle had more ideas of how to mess with Imogen, and more specifically, her hair. "You know what an old classic hairstyle is? A beehive!" Orielle hummed, but more specifically, buzzed her lips. Soon enough, Imogen's hair was now a bee infested mess. Honey, and all.

"OREO! HOW DARE YOU! THIS IS NOT THE GHETTO!" Imogen actually couldn't fight back at this point, with all her magic spent. She was actually at the point of collapsing due to her energy not being replenished frequently. Imogen hated bees. Absolutely hated them, that and if they stung her she would break out in hives. She was allergic to them.

Orielle cackled at Imogen's pain. This childish and harmless pranking battle had turned into all out war. "Surrender now, and I'll make the bees go away."

Lacie sighed. Though the beehive on Imogen’s head was certainly a hilarious sight, she recognized the tiredness in the way the genie moved, and her lack of counter. She didn’t know what kind of feud the two had between each other, but they needed to end this.

“Bees, bees, you’re causing fear, so make like a magician and disappear!” With that and a flick of her wrist, Lacie reversed Orielle’s spell, though it did drain her to do so.

“I’m running late, you know! I really must be going, so why don’t we call a truce for now?” Lacie suggested, smiling a bit at the two other girls.

Imogen put her hand in the air in slight cheer before falling on the ground into the snow, and falling asleep.

Lacie gasped in shock, glancing between Orielle and Imogen. “Is… Is that normal?” She asked hesitantly.

Orielle looked at a clock, to find that she was supposed to be going as well. "Jeez, it's getting late. I really gotta get back to my room... I still have my other linguistics assignment to do!"

She looked to the sleeping genie. "You're lucky those bees didn't kill you," she grumbled. She trotted off, back to her dorm. "It must be that she's just too weak to fight," she said as she walked away.

Lacie waved after Orielle, though it was useless since she was already well on her way. “Nice to meet you too…”
She wasn’t sure if the instructor would laugh, but she had certainly enjoyed herself. Turning away from Imogen’s limp body on the ground, she walked towards the dormitory. She had tea to brew.