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Nokosi Summergale

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Re: Nokosi Summergale

[thewunderkind]

Nokosi grows the biggest beard that makes even the Dwarfs cry in envy.

Re: Nokosi Summergale

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

Nokosi wiped a few sweaty locks of hair from his face as he stood over a small, bubbling cauldron that made up his Alchemy set. A pungent oak smell wafted across the small room, filling it completely despite the open window. Fontaine was next to that window; big, furry head stuck outside and a less than pleased look in his eyes. The wolf glanced over to his occupied companion and growled in annoyance.

"Anytime soon, elf? Most of your concoctions don't irritate my nose as much as this crap does."

"I told you that you should have let me put the scarf around your face. But since you want to make everything difficult, you can just deal with it," Nokosi responded in a muffled voice. He lifted the cauldron and poured the thick, light-brown substance into a small pot.

""It looks like glue," Fontaine said plainly. "Why do you even need this, again? Oh right, you don't."

"But I do! I need a beard, Fontaine. Of this I am absolutely sure!" Nokosi exclaimed with a fierce nod. "I have had nothing but stubble and this whisper of a mustache for years. Decades, even." He pressed a finger against his chin in example. "And all the manliest, bravest, and wisest men have them," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Hrm. Varian Wrynn doesn't have one," the wolf pointed out.

"And all the manliest, bravest and wisest men have them!"

Nokosi cautiously dipped a finger into the cooling liquid. Satisfied, he scooped out the contents of the jar and liberally applied it to his face. "Anyways, let us see if this works."

Fontaine eyed his friend with bewilderment and shook his head, sure that the 'salve' was going to fail. To his amusement astonishment, not only was the brown goop causing his facial hair to grow, it was working better than expected.

"Nokosi." He was trying his hardest not to laugh at the sight of his friend, looking wide-eyed with dumbest expression of confusion and barely restrained glee, as his beard kept growing...and growing...and growing. It was too much to bear and so he slumped against the wall, howling with laughter.

"Fontaine! This is SO MARVELOUS!" He began running his hands through his silky, purple beard that was so long it was coiled on the floor. "What should we do? What should we do?" he almost squealed. "Should I braid it or bead it? In one or a lot? Like Muradin's or Tirion's or, oh! Maybe like Mekkatorque's?" he rambled on. "Wait, wait, first I have to see-"

Nokosi was cut off as he tumbled to the floor, tripping over his own lengthy facial hair. He lay on the ground for a long while; motionless, silent but for a pitiful whimper.

Fontaine ceased his gruff, wheezing laughter for long enough to push his friend's body with a paw.

"Nokosi?...You alright, side-kick? I-" Fontaine pause, staring at his friend as the elf began picking himself off the floor, an ashen hand rubbing his now-patchy, red chin.

Nokosi held up a handful of beard, now cleanly removed from the right side of his red face. "My...my beard...my wiseness and manliness! In only a matter of minutes!" he cried. "Fontaine..." Nokosi said, his eyes misty.

Fontaine sat on his haunches in silence, looking at the overly emotional expression his friend had for something that was so stupid. It was too much.

"No, no, nope. Can't do it!" he exclaimed before dropping to the ground, his growling laughter filling the room.

"Jerk," the elf complained as he reached up and grabbed the dagger sitting on his nightstand.

Much later, Nokosi stood in front of his mirror, once again admiring his new beard. It was much more modest; only a few inches long, but a nice bright blue. Fontaine sat beside him, eyes fixed on the very obvious, very bald circle on his own head between his ears. The wolf's expression was nothing less than eternal displeasure.

"I hate you so much. With the power of a thousand raging dragons."

"Mhm," Nokosi said, twirling the tip of his mustache between his fingers. "Your words mean naught when I look this awesome."

Re: Nokosi Summergale

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Fontaine becomes a humanoid of his choosing. Go!

Re: Nokosi Summergale

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

"Nokosi. Nokosi! Oh, spirits, I have an audible voice. I knew if waited long enough," the large, oddly blue, Tauren rambled on as he continued shaking the branch right outside his window. "NOKOSI, WAKE THE HELL UP!" he roared with a particularly violent tug on the branch.

The elf in question woke up with a start and tumbled to the side, circling his arms around the branch before he fell. He dangled there for a moment before hefting himself back up into a sitting position. "Fontaine...not tired?"

"No! NEVER. Look at me, side-kick. Look at how ruggedly handsome, how roguishly charming, how glorious and NOT-incorporeal I am!" Fontaine rubbed his large, three-fingered hands against his massive arms, a grin plastered on his face. "My normal form? No longer incorporeal! I can have a physical form ALL THE TIME."

Nokosi scrambled over the branch quickly and hopped into the room, eager to examine his friend. "So...that means...that the Spirit of Nature finally answered your wish?"

"Yes," Fontaine replied firmly as he posed again in again in the mirror.

"Great!" the elf cheered. "We can do so many more things, now. Oh, can you imagine the adventures? When-" he paused suddenly. "Oh wait...that means I'm out of an animal companion now. All those plans and such." he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"No, no, check it, side-kick." Nokosi raised a comically long brow at the name but Fontaine only grinned. "You have to be the side-kick now, Nokosi. No if, ands or buts. I'm taller, physically stronger," the Tauren flexed once again as example, "and smarter, too."

"Hmp. Just because you understand social cues better doesn't mean that you're smarter, Fontaine."

"I can also read. Can you read, Nokosi?"

"Not really, but I can sign in both Common and Draenic."

The Tauren held up his three-fingered hands, "I have hands now. No paws, so I can do that, too. But I guess you have cleverness going for you," he admitted in the most impassive of ways.

"Yes. Yes I do. I also have FIVE fingers so I can make all of the signs," the elf flaunted. "You know what else? I can still do this~"

As he spoke those final words, a bright green flashed across his eyes. Nokosi was now seeing the world from Fontaine's view; a bonus of having a spirit link with an animal companion.

Fontaine visibly stiffened up, his face quickly dropping in an annoyed frown. "Oh, ha, ha. So you can still use 'Eyes of the Beast', then?" he grumbled.

"You are right, I can," Nokosi saw himself say. "But you can't do that to me, can you? I wonder what that means?"

"Okay, fine. You won't be the 'side-kick' but I still reserve the right to use that as your pet name," Fontaine replied with finality.

"Settled, but what about the whole...animal companion thing? I mean-"

"Oh. About that," Fontaine interrupted, as his original thoughts were lost amongst their squabble. "So, I'm still huge. I don't have to claw and bite the enemies, anymore. I can just break them with an axe or sword," he reasoned, swinging his arms as if he were using said weapons. "You can just ride on my shoulders. Shoot your arrows and such, like one of those mounted weapons."

Nokosi furrowed his eyebrows in thought. He wanted him to ride on his shoulder...as if he were one of the chain guns mounted on the air ships? Well that idea...that was just so...so..

"Amazing! I'll do it!" the elf exclaimed.

"Great. This will be just great. And you know what we're going to do now, Nokosi?" the Tauren asked, placing a large arm around the much shorter elf's shoulders.

"What? Exploring the depths of some vault, cave or ruin?"

Fontaine regarded him with a laugh that turned into a wide, toothy grin. "Sure. You could say that. Generally it's a bad idea to let chicks know that that's what you're there for. You can have the girls with the 'ruins' though," he said, patting his friend on the chest as they left the house.

"...What?"

"Shush, side-kick. Just remember to let me do all the talking, eh?"