ONE HUNDRED

[tehpuck]

If we shadows have offended

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[lullabyoflondon]

You're an honest Puck?

[OOC: going to sleep now, or trying to, but couldn't resist. Will pick up tag later, John just had to tease the trickster figure]

[tehpuck]

Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town:
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

[ooc Ahaha. John is always welcome to pester ♥ Sleep well!]

[lullabyoflondon]

What, so you'll make me motion-sick? I s'pose you're the innocent and playful sort of Puck, not the really scary kind.

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[tehpuck]

Obv-

[warped_inside]

Oh dear.

I promise I'm not laughing.

[tehpuck]

Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.

[warped_inside]

You know, I think I'm going to enjoy spending the day listening to people spouting poetry at me.

[tehpuck]

All with weary task fordone.

[ohrosalita]

The city still hasn't gotten bored of this joke, huh.

[tehpuck]

Every one lets forth his sprite.

I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

[ohrosalita]

One day you'll wake up with an asses head and realise it could've been worse.

[tehpuck]

When fate o'er-rules, that.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?

|[ooc: couldn't resist the setup :3]|

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[tehpuck]

[tehpuck]

Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

[ooc The icon almost killed me of lol XD ♥]

[cold_dry_pieces]

And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

|[ooc: waiting for this curse to use it almost killed me. srsly.]|

[bloodygoodluck]

What curse is this that falls before mine eyes. Thee be under a similar spell unless these very eyes deceive.

[tehpuck]

Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.

[bloodygoodluck]

Tis fate that be so cruel. Her cool grasp ensnares tender hearts.

Now, now mine heart aches though this mind awakes.

[tehpuck]

...Night and silence.--Who is here?