07-16-2017, 11:13 PM
It is just another day on patrol for the second-in-command of the Costa Del Sol Volunteer Lifeguards and daily flosser, Fluer Delacour. The beautiful french witch flips her beautiful blonde hair out of her beautiful blue eyes as she lays tanning by Lifeguard Tower Nine and Three Quarters, thinking about getting a new surfboard. A telepathic ping interrupts her musings.
"Hey, Fluer," comes the telepathic voice of Frank the Abra. "Check out the south end of the pier? I've been picking up a lot of excitement over there today. And you know what that means..."
"Litter," Fluer says dangerously under her breath in her thick french accent. The grizzled veteran of beach justice rose from the sand, jiggling solemnly. Her magic wand wand tucked into her one-piece swimsuit, Fluer jiggles off to investigate the commotion. And maybe get an ice cream cone. And maybe ride the roller coaster. And maybe play some volleyball.
"What eez eet I was doing again?" she asks herself.
***
Fluer licks her ferengi ice cream cone innocently as she patrols the pier, unconcerned at the gawking passersby. Fluer is not stupid, she knows why everyone keeps staring at her.
It is respect for the office of Costa Del Sol Volunteer Lifeguard.
She leans again the railing of the peir as she watches the surfing ponies, impressed. The ponies hug the curls and drop the tubulars well. She squeaks frenchly as something small whizzes into her and bounces off her ample backside, slams into a sunglasses display, and dives off into the crowd. Fluer raises her wand and points in the general direction of the offender, a giggling fairy dressed as a clown.
"Peski-Pixie Peskinomi!" the witch cries, to no apparent effect. She pouts adorably, then heads off into the crowd, keeping an eye out for that mischievous pixie.
***
It does not take long for Fluer to spot her again, this time giggling madly as she leaves the scene of a brawl.
"Protego!" the witch cries, and an invisible shield separates two of the fighters, hurling them back from each other.
"Tallentellegra!" she says three times fast (which is hard), and the rest of the fighters legs all lock together and leave them writhing on the ground.
"Agumenta!" she says as she leaves the scene, and a stream of water puts out a fire in a trashcan.
She jogs around the corner hypnotically, coming upon a kissing booth, but the clown fairy was no where in sight.
The operator seems VERY busy, but Fluer spots a pair of adorable animals outside the booth; a blue cat in a skimpy bathing suit who might have been grinning wickedly, and a CUTE wittle doggy who might have been blushing fiercly.
"excusez moi," Fluer says as she puts her hands on her knees and leans in close to the adorable animals. "'Ave you seen a little Pixie? Dressed like a clown?"
"Hey, Fluer," comes the telepathic voice of Frank the Abra. "Check out the south end of the pier? I've been picking up a lot of excitement over there today. And you know what that means..."
"Litter," Fluer says dangerously under her breath in her thick french accent. The grizzled veteran of beach justice rose from the sand, jiggling solemnly. Her magic wand wand tucked into her one-piece swimsuit, Fluer jiggles off to investigate the commotion. And maybe get an ice cream cone. And maybe ride the roller coaster. And maybe play some volleyball.
"What eez eet I was doing again?" she asks herself.
***
Fluer licks her ferengi ice cream cone innocently as she patrols the pier, unconcerned at the gawking passersby. Fluer is not stupid, she knows why everyone keeps staring at her.
It is respect for the office of Costa Del Sol Volunteer Lifeguard.
She leans again the railing of the peir as she watches the surfing ponies, impressed. The ponies hug the curls and drop the tubulars well. She squeaks frenchly as something small whizzes into her and bounces off her ample backside, slams into a sunglasses display, and dives off into the crowd. Fluer raises her wand and points in the general direction of the offender, a giggling fairy dressed as a clown.
"Peski-Pixie Peskinomi!" the witch cries, to no apparent effect. She pouts adorably, then heads off into the crowd, keeping an eye out for that mischievous pixie.
***
It does not take long for Fluer to spot her again, this time giggling madly as she leaves the scene of a brawl.
"Protego!" the witch cries, and an invisible shield separates two of the fighters, hurling them back from each other.
"Tallentellegra!" she says three times fast (which is hard), and the rest of the fighters legs all lock together and leave them writhing on the ground.
"Agumenta!" she says as she leaves the scene, and a stream of water puts out a fire in a trashcan.
She jogs around the corner hypnotically, coming upon a kissing booth, but the clown fairy was no where in sight.
The operator seems VERY busy, but Fluer spots a pair of adorable animals outside the booth; a blue cat in a skimpy bathing suit who might have been grinning wickedly, and a CUTE wittle doggy who might have been blushing fiercly.
"excusez moi," Fluer says as she puts her hands on her knees and leans in close to the adorable animals. "'Ave you seen a little Pixie? Dressed like a clown?"