If Walls Could Talk

[Brendan]

Ulrim's wall had an unslightly hole near where his computer desk was. It was not a hollow hole, more like a very concave dent. If walls could speak, this one would be crying out in pain. One would imagine it wouldn't take too kindly to having a troll's fist elegantly but forcefully shoved through it.

The hole's diameter was two and a half feet, and had paint chips falling off the edges. Through them, if one were to remove the plaster, one would find the fiber wires that had carried words Ulrim thought were very unkind both in to and out of the house.

The wall would forgive Ulrim, for otherwise, Ulrim had treated it well for the time he had resided in it. Ulrim was one of its only guests, and so, the wall was prone to accepting a little abuse now and then. The wall would miss the nocker's occaisional visits, and it would imagine correctly that the surly troll would too.

Not that, the wall would think, the troll will even bat an eye, or treat anyone or anything any differently. It was against a troll's token stoicism. The wall would feel that this city was having an odd effect on the troll, that it had been slowly loosening the troll up, making him calm down from his considerable fear of company. Now, though, a lot of that had been reversed.

At least... if the wall could talk, that's what it would say. And if anyone cared to listen.

[Kelly]

Yours Truly whistled happily to herself as she walked through the room. She had just finished re-arranging every single piece of clothing Ulrim owned and was feeling decently pleased with herself. "Although," she mused out loud "this trick is getting a little old. I shall have to spice things up a bit."

She paused, noticing the dent in the wall. "Ouch!" She exclaimed and scuttled over to take a look. YT gently poked at the flaking paint and "tsk"ed. She took a step back and began tracing in the air, weaving her fingers in an elaborate bunk. With a little push of Glamour she brushed her fingers over the wall, planting a Metamorphosis cantrip over the dent. "There, that should last until Ulrim gets back." She thought.

YT looked proudly at her work and strode out of the room quite cheerfully. Behind her, the wall was contemplating its make over. It wasn't entirely certain what it thought about the dent now bearing the face of a grinning gargoyle, but it was decently certain that Ulrim would not be as amused as the Pooka.

[Brendan]

Ulrim walked through his house rather solemnly, a plastic bag in his hands. In it were all the supplies Ulrim needed to repair a broken hole in sheetrock. He was a little embarrased that his outrage had caused such a reaction in him, but such was life. Walking in to his room, he started to pull out the wire screen to lay it on... the face of a grinning gargoyle?

Ulrim was honestly perplexed for a moment, thinking he might be halucinating. Then he remembered YT and grinned. His anger and embarrasment subsided, and calm came to him. "Well. I can't keep letting her one up me like this, can I?" Ulrim asked the wall. The wall was silent in approval.

Ulrim quickly strode out of his room, figuring he might play in all this mischief Yours Truly was so fond of. Ensuring she wasn't home, Ulrim let himself in to her room and stole some of her undergarments. Reflecting on just how weird this was, with situations reversed, he hurried to his room and hid the garments in the wall, with the metamorphosis just fading. He removed a chunk out of the dent, put the clothing in the bag, and put the bag in the wall on top of a convenient cross beam. He then repaired the wall, making sure to leave a small imperfection to remind him where the bag was. He sat down at his computer to work on his FaeBook profile, smiling all the while.