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Merry Gentlemen Always Bet On Red!!

Post by Shula Brighton on Wed Dec 26, 2012 12:40 am

It's MDA XMAS II!! Happy whatever everyone celebrates <3 So, just as last year, the gifts Santa and Krampus left for everyone are free game to be used in threads, or even set up as interesting setups for other threads. In this thread I'm posting what everyone who signed up got for Christmas, and if you want to state what your characters' reactions were, please do so here for all to enjoy <3 Hope you all enjoy this round and your holiday.

~Shu


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It had been a long, busy year, even by an immortal's standards. Disasters and wars seemed to be stuck in the world's revolving door, and this year there seemed to be almost as many letters from adults as there were from children. Everyone needed a little bit of magical hope, Sinterklaas concluded. And that was what he was best at, despite the black, horned demon snorting and insisting the large man's talent was really in flower arrangement. With heavy, fur-lined robes and an empty velvet sack, Sinterklaas mounted his large stag to begin delivering presents for all as the Krampus rolled his eyes, plugging in a pair of headphones and cranking Paradise Lost

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JAY

Amestris had had a rough year, and their military had been hit hard. Still, there were a few shining examples of how a person should conduct themselves. Jay.... was not usually known for being such a person. And she'd definitely been naughty. Santa stood quietly in her living room, looking at her short letter that asked again for coal, even though last year he made sure not to give her any at all, or switches, or anything she could set on fire. Santa recalled Jay being less than pleased about him actually taking away her naughty things and reassigning the women she employed. He looked at the Krampus and shrugged. "Your call," Santa said. Krampus grinned, cracking his knuckles. He had this one. Jay had a tank that she loved and pilfered as a war trophy from Drachma. As Santa rode off, Krampus made his way to Jay's beloved tank, the smell of sulfur lingering around him as he worked his magic and "puttered." Soon the tank was repainted, opalescent white and sparkling, beautifully detailed pictures of Edward Cullen. Humming merrily, cloven hooves clicked against the pavement as Krampus skipped away. It was bound to be a beautiful night.

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NYX

Well well. A sweet little girl was growing into a lovely young lady. Even if she worked with RIOTE, her heart was in the right place, and Nyx herself was still pretty innocent. He batted it around for a few moments silently, debating whether or not working for someone who was naughty made you naughty, even if you never did anything naughty yourself. Gah, gray areas. things really were so much simpler ages ago. Krampus looked unimpressed by Santa's probes for a deeper debate, noshing cookies between pointed teeth. "Oh, give her the damn present," Krampus said, filing a piece of coal into useable charcoal sticks for art. Santa smirked, amused and shaking his head as he pulled out new art books, pencils, and a wooden art doll, all wrapped in sparkly paper. At the last minute, he paused, checking on the sleeping girl who was growing up so fast and had already found something sweet in a little pirate far away. A plushie of Sal with fuzzy ear and a long fuzzy tail under a red pirate coat were tucked under Nyx's arm before Santa smiled and left.

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SEC

It really was interesting that a ship full of pirates was now settled in Crater Lake. Really, when he thought of pirates, stacks of old pirate movies usually came to mind, unless Santa was in the mood for the Pirates Of Penzance. But here was the very tall and fashionable pirate named Sec, who last year asked for suits and was left a jogging suit, courtesy of the Krampus, as well as a very well-dressed Ken doll. Nibbling a cookie, Sinterklaas looked over the simple request for music. Classical music was soothing to the soul, though Krampus liked to blast Megadeth at obscene hours just to be a pest and said it was equally healthy. A small CD multipack was pulled from Santa's bag, each boasting hours of classical concertos, ballet and opera soundtracks, and a disc of nothing but Mozart. Krampus looked at the stack and moved his hands toward them before Santa pulled his tail, tugging him away.

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TSURITSA

Despite having his checklist on an iPad, this new age of technology was confusing as hell, and the shiny doodad was only in Santa's hand because his wife and Krampus had insisted he needed to get with the times. But he was an old-fashioned immortal, and some things would just never make a lot of sense to him. "Alienware, terabytes, Star Trek, Dr. Who, Monty Python..." Krampus rolled his eyes at his partner's hopelessness. Santa knew what Star Trek was, at least. Well, the original series. And sometimes the old episodes of Dr. Who were fun. But every episode of each was a lot. He peeked into his bag to see what the empty-looking velvet sack would offer, knowing that Santa dealt mostly with toys, not electronics and movies like Best Buy. Still, he'd try. Santa's arm rummaged around and pulled out.... a large box marked Alienware with a picture of a laptop. Huh, guess the bag wasn't clueless, even if the old man was. The laptop's box wrapped itself as Santa tucked the large gift away, and reached in again. Out came.. a plushie blue TARDIS, a Captain Kirk action figure, and a hand puppet of the Killer Rabbit. Krampus snickered. Close enough.

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KELLY

Sinterklaas scrunched his face. Gift cards were just so impersonal. But the man hadn't really been naughty and wanted things to decorate his new home with. Wallpaper, paintings, flowers... All very nice things, but all things that had very personal tastes. Santa's favourites might not have been Kelly's, and Krampus would either suggest an overpriced interior decorator. With a sigh, Santa placed the Home Depot gift card in a nicely wrapped box against a vase with a bouquet of bright yellow daffodils. This way Kelly could get what he liked at least. Santa walked away to return to his deer, leaving Krampus to look around. The house was beautiful, if a bit empty, and just dripped with newness. Kelly would enjoy his new home, and finding ways to decorate... or redecorate it, as the case would be. With a crack of his knuckles and a wicked grin, the living room was transformed into an exact replica of Pee Wee's Playhouse, complete with that scary fucking chair. Ahhh, good times.

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AYDEN DEROCHA

A fluffy white eyebrow arched upward. Here was Major General Derocha, bloody psychopath if ever there was one, now engaged to a very cute and sweet Miss Jeu-Hee of Xing. Last year Krampus hopped between the dimensions to kidnap the nutter, wrap him up in pretty bows, and left him for Jeu-Hee. And this year Derocha wanted proof?! Some people... Santa sighed, taking a Polaroid picture and left it on the table. Krampus laughed, the sound grating and metallic, the smell of sulfur stinking up the Major General's house every passing moment. "I've got this one," Krampus said as Santa excused himself. With a little magic, every weapon Ayden owned was exposed and turned to a neon plastic version of itself, now a toy that would, at best, make a rat tat tat! noise. The walls of his home were covered in abstract pop art, including a massive pop art painting of Justin Beiber. Krampus cackled and took a picture of himself as well, and left it next to Santa's, yellow eyes glowing and pointed teeth grinning broadly. The word "naughty" splashed across the white part, cloven hooves skipping out the door and into the night.

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NORMAN GODSLAYER

Santa was so unamused. What was with people asking for the strangest things? This man wanted administrative staff that doubled as an escort, which more or less would probably make her useless as office help. And Santa didn't really work in HR and just have a pool of people he could drop off in strange places and tell them to work, especially without going through proper hiring processes and whatnot or knowing anything about who they'd be working for. Krampus reached into Santa's bag, and pulled out a Barbie from the 80's, her bust size far larger than her hips and waist, the doll dressed in professional office garb of the time. There. And she'd be just about as useful as the real thing, too.

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SILVAC SKALLAGRIM

A naughty, chimeric monster asking Santa for weapons. Somehow it just felt like deja vous. No matter. It still wasn't a present that the immortal toy-giver could give, and he could never justify giving presents that would hurt people. Morally-uptight, Santa left Silvac's home and rode off on his deer, leaving Krampus to ponder punishment for the naughty beast. Briefly Krampus pondered muzzling Silvac, but that wouldn't really accomplish much. Trapped between moments of time, Krampus poked all around, turning all the food into tofu as everything else was magically painted red. That'd do.

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LAVEN XUN

Naughty, nice... Sometimes people just weren't one more than the other, and sometimes you had to be one to accomplish the other. The iPad wasn't very helpful either, just showing that Laven had been both but offering no immediate suggestion. "Flip a coin," Krampus suggested. "The sap wants world peace." World peace. Who didn't, given the state of things? But that wasn't something he could give, and never had been, and as much as people asked for it and wanted it, peace just wasn't something humans could look after and take care of. An idea came to mind, Santa pulling a pint-sized cardboard container from the magic bad. World peace was kind of like Whirled Peace, the Ben & Jerry's flavour. A sticky note was left directing Laven to the container of tasty ice cream in the freezer.


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SPADE AERIES

Mmm... Cookies and beer. While the missus would disagree, Santa knew that that was a great combination if ever there was one, particularly some of those beers from micro-breweries that actually did pair well with desserts. A lot had changed in a year. He ticked through the notes on his iPad. Quit smoking, took it back up. Only drinking casually now. Saved Amestris, helped rebuild it, saved his girlfriend from outside forces... Seemed reasonably good to him. But what a strange request, to leave Shula alone. "I could leave her alone," Krampus teased. "Very, very alone!" The demon snickered, more than happy to leave the woman in question alone and stranded somewhere out of the blue. Santa ignored the comment entirely, rummaging through his bag. They were both busy people, and finding time off together was a hard thing; even he could relate as winter months meant less time relaxing with his own wife. For a moment Santa thought to leave a resort package for the Summer Palace in Beijing, but that seemed a bit silly- Spade could go there whenever he wanted. But leave Shu alone... she lived alone already. Aha! Alone time. Santa knew what to leave Shula for quality alone time, just strange to have Spade ask for it. But a box of detective books and a box of bath things would ensure the Ishvallen would be alone for hours at least, and a two-week vacation in Resembool would be alone time for the both of them.

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ELASTOR ITO

FINALLY. TOYS!! Thank fucking God. Santa really was starting to think he was in the wrong business with all the requests for him to work as an arms dealer, travel agent, secretary, psychotherapist... But here he was in the London apartment, things as they should be this year, the living room glowing from the little tree brought home and decorated by the two little boys, a tall samurai doll sitting on the sofa staring at the tree, shiny plastic sword in his hands as though he were guarding the room while everyone slept. Santa laughed quietly to himself, munching cookies. Elastor asked for toys for the boys, his girlfriend's trust, and his sister's happiness, two of which being more than Santa could give since they depended on the people in question. Csilla's trust would come in time, and Anouk's happiness... Well, only time would tell, there.

Kitaro and Kenta left their present lists. Ken's mostly consisting of large green, red, and blue scribbles in crayon with a note written by Taro at the bottom to translate, and Taro's written in Cretan and Aerugese. In Cretan was the letter describing toys he wanted for himself and Ken, and that they had both been good boys. In Aerugese the letter became more personal, thanking Santa for bringing them presents while they were with Ms. White and looking out for Mama, but asked if they could have a way to see Daddy again so Mama would smile like she used to. Wrapped toys showered the room; boxes of blocks and educational things, puzzles, many cartoon DVDs for Kenta, and a long, wrapped box with a wooden bokken inside for Kitaro. Candy and noisy things were left in stockings; otherwise, what was 4:30 A.M. for? A wrapped camera was left for Elastor, as well as something he may have never expected to see again: a photo album with a few photos of their family and parents, and of Anouk and Elastor together as children, Only a few precious photos were tucked inside, leaving the rest of the book blank for new memories to be made.

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TOSS IVANOVA

Oh, these homunculi. Toss had been good and worked hard for the King of Carraig as he had last year, but wanted all Sinterklaas had to offer. Santa stood there puzzled. He didn't really carry anything on him to start with, other than is magic bag, his iPad list, and air fresheners for having to ride with Krampus all night. He thought about it for a moment, and from Santa's sack he pulled... another sack, very much like his own. It was old and worn, the burgundy velvet dark and heavy. A magical sack that was empty at all times, but upon reaching in would spawn great wonders... or wonder, in this case. Krampus loved it. Humans were greedy and held a lot of greed inside of them, and Greed himself should know this. And so from this infinite bag, Toss would be able to pull out rib cages. Bony chests to hold greed. All the greed the world had to offer could be infinitely pulled from his sack. And one new dress and makeup case for Hannah.

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AURELIUS SCHWARZ

Well now, wasn't this fun. Aurelius Carston Schwarz. Wanted world peace through being the world's common enemy. Wanted, for Christmas, people to see the good of RIOTE and come to their side, not minding all those wars and deaths caused by his other self. Bearer, chimera, terrorist, and time-traveler. It was like an episode of Doctor Who gone horrifically weird. This Aurel wasn't aaaaas naughty but was still Aurel and... and... augh! But a book was left for Aurel. A self-help book, How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie. A note was left on the book as Santa left. Tip: RIOTE may be received better by the public if they'd stop killing people.


ARTEMI

Glasses were a practical gift; Santa had several pair himself. But what kind did Artemi want? Reading glasses? Distance driving glasses? The kind with tiny lights for reading in bed? Funny face glasses that looked like Groucho Marx? Glasses with sunglasses clips? Hmmm.... His great arm rummaged and shifted through the bag, and then pulled out....all of them. At once. In one pair. They had black frames, tiny lights on the corners for reading, sunglass lenses that would flip down, the right prescription for driving at night and seeing distances better, all with thick, bushy eyebrows, a large nose, and Groucho's signature mustache. Perfection in glasses form.

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HARUKA TAMAKI

Santa wasn't exactly impressed. Why did the naughty people always expect Santa would give them a reward if they knew they were naughty? It wasn't like Haruka was a child and would learn a lesson by being given coal, and she intentionally wanted a present so awesome it would make anyone writhe from jealousy. Exploding eyes. Hnf! That'd make a mess, that's what would happen. With a flick of his hand, a packet of antibacterial sponges was pulled from Santa's bag, wrapped in a lovely and rather large box with sparkling candies printed all over the paper. If she was going to make a mess with other peoples' bodyparts, she could at least clean it up.

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VALENTINO FARESE

A sports car. Santa grinned faintly. Despite the fact that the ancient man rode a single deer through the night, few would guess that the old man had a passion for hot cars. They were such a nice treat, though. And the Lotus Exige S was simply a stunner. Oh, she was a fantastic car, and in a hot electric blue, too. With 218 horse power and the ability to go from 0-100 in under ten seconds, the Exige S was a magnificent beast that even Sinterklaas admitted he'd have a hard time keeping up with. With a shining silver and black starry bow, the wrapped box containing the beautiful scale model of the blue sports car was left for Valentino. Santa left, humming the theme song from Top Gear.

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CSILLA ANGELIS

The light from the refrigerator door was garish and completely offsetting to the pretty glow from Major Angelis' tree and decorations. As quietly as possible, Krampus sifted through the fridge as Sinterklaas rolled his eyes. How could the demon be hungry at a time like this, especially when he'd been helping Santa eat so many cookies all night long? "I just want a sandwich," Krampus hissed, helping himself to sliced ham and cheese. "It's not like she's been bad." Ordinarily the demon talking sounded like nails in a blender, but muffled through a sandwich was a surprising improvement. Go figure. Santa rummaged through his bag, pulling out two thick sketchbooks with heavy paper, and on top of them a bow-topped box of Prismacolour pencils. Santa was quite satisfied, and about to tell Krampus to head out, when he saw the demon happily shoving Csilla's cookies into his ham, cheese, and... leftover Xingese... with mayo, and chocolate chip cookies. On whole wheat. Santa groaned, shaking his head as he left, Krampus hastily writing a note for the alchemist. Sulfur reeked around the table. You're out of mayo. ~Krampus"

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HANS REINHARDT

It took a very big man to openly write to Santa, and to admit that his wife was why. The immortal could relate entirely; behind every successful man was a wife who could rule the world if they really wanted. But Santa could appreciate that as a trait, and Hans really did his best for Amestris. And he wanted a bottle of good Scotch, and a dress for his wife... Santa saw no problem with that, but Krampus was oddly twitchy and muttering something about a Dark Lord, and something about the end of the world, but for all Santa knew Krampus could be talking about another band. He shrugged, producing a wrapped bottle of Glenfidditch, and a beautiful burgundy gown for Brigitte. It was strange to see Krampus so quiet; Santa had half-expected him to turn the dress into something in Hans' size, but the demon simply insisted he would wait outside. Huh. Since when was Krampus afraid of someone's Father?

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ALEJANDRA ROVELLA

Mechanics were among society' unsung heroes; sure, everyone liked to think of people in fancy suits, but were it not for the nerds and gear-heads, modern society would surely collapse. And Alejandra had done really well for herself, taking care of her family, and bring very good with business and clients. She already had lots of tools, but her roadside bag had seen better days, and it never hurt to have a bigger roadside emergency bag, or a set of gear shift-shaped wine bottle stoppers wrapped inside the sturdy new bag.

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MARIA ETHERIDGE

My, what pretty and flowery handwriting Maria had; just what Santa expected a princess would, but then again, that was her problem, wasn't it? Maria had to live up to everything a princess should be in a family that was, more or less, cursed as the tabloids put it. She didn't care for her family, but they were hard to deal with, and there were a lot of pressures. Santa sighed. He couldn't take her away forever, but he could giver her an anthology of Victorian plays disguised as a Rouenian language rhetoric textbook, as well as a reservation for a week away in Calesland. Not a fix, but it might help a bit.

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ROARKE MORAY

What do you get a wookiee for Christmas when he already owns a comb? While that song was, quite possibly, one of the worst in recorded history post B.C., it still came to mind for the beast who lived in the large; empty manor, deep in the woods of Carraig. Roarke wanted a bigger bed, and there weren't many larger than a Cretan King-sized bed... But he could add some extra mattresses and attach them to make them bigger. And then leave a few special sheets to fit, and call it good! Toy maker, travel agent, interior decorator, and furniture specialist Santa, all in one!

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YOSHIDA IZANAGI

The Shogun. Good movie, even if the filming was a bit dated. But Shogun Yoshida was actually a pretty decent man, and had been doing well to handle his country and control his temper. And he wanted... to know how his brother fared and if he was alive. Easy enough, as a photo of Izaya with one of his classes appeared. Happiness for his people... was more tricky. Not everyone wanted the same things to be happy, and Santa could only sigh and shrug; Izanagi would have to manage that on his own. Santa moved down the list and saw the Shogun also asked for the happiness of Anouk... He smiled. Popular request tonight, but again that was up to Anouk herself, but she had a little help now in the people in her life. And lastly he asked for a toy cat for his sister, Izanami. There we go! Something Santa could actually give! With tags proudly boasting that it was made in Aerugo, a floppy toy kitten was left for Izanami. It was fluffy and brown with white feet, and would purr when it was picked up. Perfect.

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IRIS TSUKINO

Iris... one of the last surviving Tsukinos. She'd been reasonably good, and a box of pencils filled her stocking. But a little something to get a certain someone to notice her. Oh THAT was helpful. Santa didn't have any children of his own; what did girls really want or use to get boys' attention? Krampus shrugged, equally baffled "Clothes," he suggested. That was brilliant. Clothes to get her noticed! And wrapped in a beautiful box was the ultimate outfit: a dress resembling an ice skater's costume with many ruffly layers, made of bright neon orange spandex. It was decorated in neon blue, green, and purple hearts, triangles, and lines, and several of the hearts were tiny mirrors. Straight out of the 80's, this dress would get Iris noticed for sure. A pair of highlighter yellow legwarmers decked with green polka dots were the finishing touch to the neon 80's equivalent of a peacock's tail.

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LIAN DAN

Maple pecan cookies were a vast improvement to the chicken nightmare cookies from last year, although Krampus disagreed greatly. And the lovely young medic wanted a child to have a home and nothing more for herself. That was a kind wish, and she was a sweet child. Though far away, there was another compassionate healer named Hikaru that would be able to treat her illness, and his companion would help find her someone to care for her. Sure, Krampus griped about the trip, but it was part of the job, and there was no greater gift than the future. A note to tell Lian where the girl was was left, as well as a large box of candies and pastries from all over the world for her to enjoy.


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TATANYA

Well well... The adopted daughter of Aurel. Sweet enough, and displaced in time and society, and even within her own "family." The world was a scary and strange place. All she wanted was a dollhouse. With vintage wallpaper and tiny furniture and parts, a Victorian home appeared for Tat to enjoy as dolls of herself, Aurel, and people from long ago that only she and Aurel still knew names of filled the rooms. He felt bad for her; sometimes she was still just a little girl, and lost in the 21st century. A house like this made of her memories might be a nice surprise and help her still feel connected to the world she used to know.

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VALERIA DIABLOS

Naughty wasn't a question; like Ayden, Valeria was competing to hold a record. But she wanted a sign. Krampus giggled. "I got her sign," he snickered. All the street signs around her home had been changed and renamed, numbers n her door reversed, and a shiny Break For Cockroaches road sign was left under her tree. The sign itself was useless but funny, but changing the street signs and mailbox signs? Krampus was just freaking tickled.

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SHINKU KAMOGAYA

Not killing someone didn't really qualify you for the nice list. Sinterklaas wasn't even killable. He was the anthropomorphic personification of Father Christmas and existed in a parallel dimension whose time ran congruent to the world as anyone knew it; how else could he deliver all the presents in one night? Santa existed in the same fashion as certain dental-obsessed fairies, the Soul-Cake Duck, and even Death as he went to collect his souls from expired persons. And Shinku wanted a fancy car with a boot full of weapons... How about no, and, well, since it was Christmas... No, Merry Christmas. Instead, Krampus set to work decorating. Shinku's bedroom was covered in floor to ceiling images of General Spade Aeries in various risque poses done for a sexy heroes of Amestris calendar. Similar mostly-nude pictures of General Derocha covered his living room walls. The trunk of Shinku's car was stuffed to the brim with avocados.

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KIT ESTENIAL

First Greed, now Gluttony, who had been naughty and wanted to eat all the naughty children. Krampus huffed, "Get your own gig, kitty cat!" No presents were left for him from Santa, but Krampus set to work. Kit's wine turned to vinegar as wrapped packages of hairball paste, ear mite medicine, and flea collars were left for the blood-drinking bottomless pit. Sulfur stank up the room from the vexed demon as a note was scorched into the table. "It's my job to punish the naughty. Back off! Merry Christmas, ~Krampus

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BRONZE DEGAN

Morally ambiguous was a fair way to describe Bronze politely. Krampus rather liked him, but they did have rather differing opinions on things. But Bronze wanted to forget temporarily. Many had that wish, too; drugs and alcohol were the most common methods to forget things, but not the healthiest. Hypnotherapy had its uses for that as well, but Santa rather doubted Bronze would be up for that. "Amnesia," Krampus said happily, pulling it out of the bag for Santa, wrapped in hideous paper. "He'll plug in and get sucked into the game. You should try it sometime." A game called Amnesia with monsters and violence and things that didn't seem that great.. But Krampus was a bit more savvy in some areas than others, and Krampus insisted it would give Bronze a new appreciation for cupboards and wardrobes.

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BRENDON ETHERIDGE

Ohhh the Etheridge clan. The most normal and most promising was the little Duchess Sorcha, but she'd never rule, which might be what would spare her life. Prince Brendon Etheridge; Heir Apparent, next in line, Lord of War, and how ever many more titles could be attached to him. Secretly a party boy who wanted to rule Carraig.. another popular desire, except for from the person who actually did. Like his sister, Brendon wanted time alone, and for Gavin to "see sense." Everyone wanted someone else to magically see things their way instead of working toward it themselves, apparently. But a similar voucher was left for a week away for the Prince, this one to Xing; Santa doubted he'd want to vacation with his sister. But as for seeing sense.... Not much Santa could do there, other than leave a copy of Sense and Sensibility to read and its movie to watch.

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SEBASTIAN CASTILLO

There was an old military cadence call about motivation, but Santa rather doubted that was the kind of motivation Sebastian wanted for Iris. Then again... no telling with some people. But motivation, and a surprise, and a cruise. Was that all? He really was in the wrong business. But book on long-distance date ideas was left for Sebastian. Probably not what he meant, but... oh well. And as for the surprise? Beautifully wrapped was a confetti cannon, full of pink, white, and purple confetti and glittery My Little Pony stickers. It was Pinkie Pie's party cannon with a pull string to fire, and a Pinkie Pie pony on top. Pinkie loved surprises, too, and what was more surprising than ponies who just got so excited about friendship?

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KAEDE SOSHI

Vanishing clothing was often the side effect of being a sorority girl, a stripper of any gender, a magician, or simply having too much laundry. None of these were the case of Kaede. His clothes simply kept disappearing, and he simply wanted to know why. It was hard explaining these things to normal people who couldn't see things that were really there, but Santa decided he would do his best. Blurry photos were taken and left, showing Kaede that his home had fallen prey to Laundry Gnomes, an Eater of Socks, a brownie that had an acute case of kleptomania regarding underwear, and stray girls who snuck in for souvenirs. At least Kaede wasn't under attack from the Hairloss Fairy or Verruca Gnome.

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QIN SHI XUN

Oh, to be stuck in this modern world and be so lost about what people were talking about. The world had changed so much, and it was so damn confusing. And the new Emperor of Xing was at least willing to admit he was baffled and needed help. Qin wanted a dictionary of sorts to translate slang to adult. The sack took a long moment to produce such a book, offering translations of common slang, insults, and less formal phrases from Amestrian, Cretan, Xingese, Aerugese, and Esparian all to simpler Xingese. That should help with that part, at least. Contending with the constantly-changing things he couldn't keep up with.... best of luck, there.

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ENVY

Another embodied sin left a letter out for Santa, who only shook his head. At least this one fessed up to being evil, but this one wasn't his to touch. Last year Krampus left Envy a lovely knife, and surprised him. Envy wanted to be surprised again this year. Krampus' tail flicked from side to side in thought; he wanted to surprise the sin for sure, but wanted to match his level of rottenness with.... Mr. Blobby That shrill voice, those vacant, googly eyes, that hideous body... It was one of the most horrific tortures ever invented, and it was for children Humans were just sick.

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MICHAEL REED

Naughtiness as a means to an end to accomplish good... Damn, that was a popular excuse for being naughty, wasn't it? But Mr. Reed wanted something to relieve stress, and that was something Sinterklaas could relate to. Everyone needed a healthy way to vent in this unhealthy and deranged world. A coffee table book of relaxing photos was wrapped and left with a CD of meditation music and a squeezie stress ball. Those were all pretty relaxing, and maybe with a better outlet Mr. Reed would be less naughty in the future.

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SPOTLIGHT

Captain Corde wanted to die as his present. Um... Kaaaaaay. If nothing, the patterns usually asked Santa to kill someone else, not the person leaving him the letter. But the options were to kill him and put him out of his misery, or for everyone else to have a good holiday. Right, talk about opposite ends of the spectrum. Krampus shrugged, not feeling like killing the alchemist. Instead, the tranq dart was pulled from his shoulder and a large candy cane was left for when he woke up.

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TSUBOI RYUJI

Tsuboi Ryuji, the extremely loyal and devoted guard of the Shogun Yoshida. Ryuju had been very nice, working and fighting hard to serve Izanagi and his country. It was sweet, and rare to find one so devoted to the service and care for another. Ryuji's pantry was stuffed with crisps and seasoned chips, gummies, and new tins of loose leaf tea blends. But Ryuji really wanted a chance for a kiss from the Shogun. Odd request from his guard, but it was sweet, and granted the swordsman a mistletoe hat. It was as good a chance as any, and if Izanagi had never seen the custom of mistletoe, well... There was opportunity.

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AXEL BELIAL

The torch of King Party Boy had been passed on from Spade to Axel, and a little too well. Axel wanted his hero to spend time with him hitting up the clubs, while Spade wanted Axel to show that he was going to be able to step up and take the reins of responsibility, which really was no fun at all. A halfway point of open communication needed to happen desperately, and maybe two tickets to see Dmitri Kovlun would help get a conversation going between them while out having fun. Go see an awesome show together and have a chance to actually talk about the things that mattered. Santa smiled. Good plan.

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HIKARU

Another wish for death, but this time with genuinely caring intentions. The Healer of South City was living with while caring for and being cared for by a ghost. Hikaru wanted a way to bring Gotthard back to life without breaking the sacred alchemical laws, or to find a way to help the anguished boy pass on to the next life. It was sad and sweet; Santa knew that Gotti's family wasn't in Heaven waiting for him, and Santa could see the ghost that lay wide awake in bed next to Hikaru just fine. But Santa couldn't do either, really; there were rules, and his magic only went so far. Magic.... Even if only temporary, it was a gift Hikaru would like. Santa side-stepped the world to have a brief conversation with Death. He couldn't kill Gotthard either since his body was trapped between the worlds, but a small permission could be granted. Like the final scenes from Casper, a wish would be granted. Only for a day, through magic and memory Gotthard's body would exist as he remembered it. Even though he would have no breath or heartbeat of life, for a single day Gotthard would be able to touch and be seen, and finally play his violin for the one who had been caring for the lost ghost.

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DMITRI KOVLUN

There was a song declaring that we all wanted to be big rock stars. Krampus complained that that band sucked, and Sinterklaas really couldn't argue, but his tastes were somewhat dated. The sleeping Drachman musician was touted as a genius, playing with orchestras and screaming bands alike, and could supposedly play most any instrument presented to him. And this one was kind of like a hippie with all of his save the environment concerts and things and a terrible attitude to go with it. Conceited came to mind. But he wanted David Bowie.... Santa couldn't disagree with that one. David Bowie was pretty awesome; The Man Who Sold the World was a classic, and one of Santa's favourites. But since giving the real man wouldn't be nice, a statue of David Bowie as the Goblin King was left. It had immaculate detail and emphasis on his.... balls, which balanced in the statue's hand rather nicely.

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FINN

With a passion for hitting the powder and a sister who looked like a lovely little doll, Finnick actually had been pretty nice, and his devotion to caring for his sister was sweet. Frilly lace dresses and dainty bows and petticoats were all wrapped in pretty boxes and left for the little girl. In a trendy blue plaid snowboard bag, a new jar of snowboard wax, replacement boot straps, a new stomp mat, scraper, and a pocket-sized screwdriver with four different heads were all left for Finnick. No, it wasn't all the snowboard gear you could want or need, but they were definitely all essentials.


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DAWSIC
...A pic...scanner? Like one of those combo printer/scanner/copy/fax/coffee pot office things he was always being told was out of ink or toner every other week? The company called Epson made the best scanners, the new ones being all small and sleek, and not having to be combo appliances. But they just didn't seem as sturdy as the old ones, since they had been known to last 10 years almost. The flatbed scanner was pulled our in its box, wrapped, and ready to install. Santa double-checked; all four floppy disks that would install the drivers were there, and it was made to work with Dos and Windows 95! Santa smiled. Awesome.

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ALISA

Krampus giggled. Naughty and nice just weren't so simple. Alisa killed people, but that was her job. She had also learned to love, and very deeply, and love enough to let it go when it wasn't hers and that... was beautiful. Bitter and bright, like sugar on fresh limes. So yes Alisa was naughty, but had been so for a reason, but did her lessons in love and personal growth negate the naughtiness? It could make for a fascinating debate. Many classic stories centered on harsh characters having to open up, choose, and grow from those choices in order to move forward and become something greater. Alisa was such a woman, And Santa thought that she deserved something for it, and canvases with lush new paints were left for her to enjoy. Krampus snickered. "Either you're going soft, or you're finally coming to the Dark Side." Santa huffed as the demon laughed again, brandishing what was his one million, eight-hundred-eighty-second-thousand, four-hundred-sixty-third cookie of the night. "come to the Dark Side! We have cookies!!"

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SAL

So here was the little pirate captain from South Lake that Nyx was crushing on so sweetly and that General Brighton had secretly taken to loving as her own family. He was growing up, but still so innocent and the world was still so fukl of wonder, and that was something Santa loved to see in budding teenagers. Sal was getting too old for toys, but new clothes were good. New silk scarves and shirts with shiny trims and brass buttons, a new tricorn hat worthy of a young Ishvallan pirate captain, and a special plate of Christmas doughnuts. Surely in the morning that would make for a happy Pirate.

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RACHEL

My my, Christmas at the Royal Palace in London was a big thing, wasn't it? Queen Rachel Ascot... Young, newly-crowned, bold, in your face, and club-owning Queen.. What really could Santa even leave for her? A never-ending dubstep CD was gifted to the clubbing queen; whether it was never-ending by magic, or just by being dubstep even Santa couldn't tell. But hopefully she'd find a use for it, either at her club, or to annoy her enemies (or guards) into submission. Either would work.

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PEYTON

There was something nice about bringing presents to bookworms in that Santa always knew what to get them: books. Sometimes even if they'd read them before, another copy was needed for some reason. Peyton had been nice, and liked mysteries. Santa liked some of them, but gave up on mystery novels long ago since most authors cheated and either withheld clues and introduced characters in the last chapters so nobody could guess who the villain was. But two fresh mysteries were wrapped and left for Peyton, and a subscription to a popular Mysteries Monthly club to send her three different mystery books each month. Even if they cheated, they were still fun to read.


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Re: Merry Gentlemen Always Bet On Red!!

Post by Nyx on Wed Dec 26, 2012 10:20 am

RESPONSE TIME!~

Jay:
With a yawn, Jay rose from her bed,
images of sugar plums stuck in her head.
She walked to her living room, saw nothing; the dread!
Into her toaster went two slices of bread.
To her garage, she walked with most haste,
for she had a bad feeling, and quickened her pace.
The large metal door swung quickly aside,
and with urgency, Jay stepped on inside.
"KASATKA!" she cried,
her eyes now open wide.
She now realized, with an expression most sullen,
that there on her tank was the face... Of a Cullen.

She briefly considered beginning a man-hunt,
to take down Santa, every deer, and every elf-runt,
Krampus the demon, she'd let him survive,
she found irony funny when it affected other lives.
But no, no, no, she wouldn't kill the red man,
She put down her rifle, and grabbed a paint can.
She'd have to write Santa a letter, though;
"That wasn't so funny, you ho ho fat ho."

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Nyx:
Nyx woke up on Christmas morning, at five o'clock, like every excited child EVER, and looked at all the presents in her stocking. Charcoal sticks, artsy-fartsy art books, and a little mannequin thingy for poses. A bit of an artist in her spare time, she loved the presents, and was so glad she got everything she'd wanted! As she turned to go wake Aurel and Tatyana and Daemon, though, she felt, for the first time, the fluffy weight in her hand, and upon closer examination... SANTA SHRUNK SAL DOWN AND GAVE HIM TO HER!? Oh... Oh wait, that was silly. It was a plushie!~ And one Nyx very much appreciated, cuddling it, before remembering the others in the large RIOTE abode; dashing down the halls, not particularly worried about their sleep habits, she joyfully shouted like an alarm clock, "WAKE UP, WAKE UP, EVERYONE, IT'S CHRISTMAS!~ <33"

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Sec:
Waking up early, as always, Sec went to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, with his favorite hazelnut creamer. Sipping at the tasty coffee, he recalled that it was Christmas, and walked into he living room. It seemed Sal had a rather nicely wrapped gift under the tree, though Sec really couldn't tell what it was. He'd let Sal do that bit, as he wouldn't want to spoil the small captain's Christmas. In fact, he quickly strode into his room, waving at the man in his closet, who may or may not have been awake, and grabbed a brightly wrapped gift of his own; a fine white suit, with a black shirt, a Piratey-looking belt, and a lovely red silk tie. In green wrapping paper, it looked a bit similar to his other present actually. With a small chuckle, he stashed the gift under the tree, and it was only then that he noticed that his stocking was bulging slightly into a square-ish form. Reaching a hand in, he smiled with a bit of surprise at the CDs. Quite a lovely comeback from last year and the suits he'd received. Placing one into his player, he figured it wouldn't hurt if the first thing his crewmates heard when entering the living room were Piano Sonata Number Eleven, Rondo Alla Turca. Sec made a mental note, as well; next Christmas, he'd bake Santa a fresh pan of scones and a hot cup of tea. Maybe something for Krampus as well, for not ruining his CDs...

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Tsu:
"BRONZE, BRONZE, BRONZE! WAKE UUUUUUUUP!!" Bah, it was n use; the lad was knocked-out-cold, and no amount of jumping on his bed would wake him up for Christmas. He'd be up eventually, though. Flying into the living room on wings of JOY, she saw, under the tree, a gift with her name on it! Shaking it, it sounded like MANY THINGS, and she was quick to shred the wrapping paper away. Inside it was... A blue plushie of the TARDIS (EPIC.), a hand-puppet Killer rabbit (ALSO EPIC), and a Captain Kirk action figure (SO MUCH FEELS. T^T YEEEEEEEEEEEEES.) But that wasn't all! Under these gifts lay a box labelled Alienware, and Tsu's eyes lit up. Opening it, she started it up, ready for a Christmassy nerd marathon, but... Alas, the requested files were absent. OH WELL!~ It was still a freaking AWESOME gift, and that IS what the Bay is for!~

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Kelly:
Rising with the Sun, Kelly rubbed at his eyes, and sat up from the bed in his humble abode. Well... At least, it WAS a humble abode... Blinking, he saw into the living room from his door, and was... Well, he was surprised, definitely. He'd asked for some nice decor, but um... Pee-Wee's Playhouse...? Yikes, it even had Chairry... Ah well, he kinda liked it. It wasn't like he was home much anyways, whatwith work and all. Taking a seat on the dastardly blue thing, he spied from across the room a pretty little envelope, not bigger than a credit card, slipped under the tree. Opening it, he found within a Home Depot gift card. Splendid, he could decorate the other rooms of his house now!

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Wolfy: "AND YOUSE ALLS HAVES YOUSE A GREAT'N'GRAN' CHRISTYMAS!~ 8D HOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOO!!~"

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Re: Merry Gentlemen Always Bet On Red!!

Post by Shinku Kamogaya on Thu Dec 27, 2012 11:39 pm

The hit man was excited to see his gifts. A car hell bent for destruction, and the arsenal to compliment. The birds had been chirping all morning, so it was assumed that he slept in. In fact, he should have slept for eternity.

His eyes were soured by the faces of Spade Aeries and Ayden Derocha on his ceiling. His eyes were wide now. "JESUS H. FUCK!!!" Shinku sat straight up, pressing himself up against his bed post. Shinku was furious. He had never felt this angry ever. Bolting out of the room as he hurried frantically down the stairs, bounding out side with only a shirt and lounge pants. His eyes scanned the snow with a fury to melt snow as he made his way to the garage. "I swear to god, I swear to god, I SWEAR TO GOD...!"

As he flung the garage door upward, his car greeted him, and it was in the condition he lef-

That smell.... That smell he hated SOOO much. His nose wrinkled at the scent. Shinku flung open the car door.

Much to his horror, every square inch of his car was littered with... AVOCADOS?! Shinku screamed in anger as he could feel newly tempered anger brew inside of him. He knew who would receive it..

He would see those two at the festival soon enough..

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Re: Merry Gentlemen Always Bet On Red!!

Post by Csilla Angelis on Fri Dec 28, 2012 1:05 am

Csilla rolled from her bed with a loud yawn. Christmas was always quiet for her, being all by her lonesome. She threw her hair into a straggly ponytail and with a smile creeping at the corners of her lips, she padded out her bedroom door to the living room. Her smile brightened as she eyed the presents from Santa and she did a small squeal of pleasure. She quickly removed all paper and bows, and flipped immoderately to a blank page of the first sketchpad. She began to ponder a lovely sketch (OF SANTA, of course) and went into the kitchen. Where it... smelled. Her nose twitched in distaste at the lingering smell of gross around her fridge and table. On the table was a short note in some ridiculous scrawl, complaining about her lack of mayo. With a confused look on her face, she went to her fridge and opened the door. "WHAT THE??" Her fridge seemed practically cleared out! All of her sandwich fixings, her Xingese... GONE. She frowned and flipped the switch on her coffee maker. Picture one was definitely going to be Santa. Number two? A mean one of the Krampus. Humph.

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Hans awoke slowly on Christmas, one eye cracking open to see his wife smiling brightly above him. He managed a sleepy smile, but his attempts of rolling back over were stopped when Brigitte threw the covers off of him. He groaned, but he got up. Luckily, Brigitte had a hot cup of tea in his hand almost instantly and he leaned down to give her a thankful kiss. They went downstairs to their living room, where a few presents lay. Mostly packages from work associates, as well as their gifts to each other. But two presents had been added to their selection. Hans gave a chortle of pleasure as he unwrapped his gift from Santa. Ah, yes. This was the right kind of stuff. Perfect for a relaxing evening at home. Hans chortle turned into a small whistle as Brigitte opened the large dress box to reveal her new gown. He looked up in the sky (somewhere North, he hoped) and gave Santa a huge silent "thank you!"

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It was strange, being in Gelemorte for Christmas. She missed her mama's house, smelling of lasagna and other Cerisian delicacies. She missed having all of her cousins and family being over. But she wasn't sure what she had in terms of vacation time, so she didn't go home. Her parents were nice enough to fly out, so it was with a warm heart that Alejandra unwrapped gifts with her parents Christmas morning. Her parents had loved their gifts and she had loved all she had gotten. But what really had her excited was the big black bag under the tree. She dove into the bag, squealing happily as emergency supplies for her car were slowly revealed. But the squeal became a small scream at the GEAR WINE BOTTLE STOPPERS! OOOOH YEEEAH!!!

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Thank goodness the day was nearly done! Christmas had been a terrible affair, with a public service and a tense meal with her mother and brother. Maria was beyond happy to retreat back to her room for the evening and open the small package that she had been saving all day. Curled into her bed, she tore into the wrapping paper to see... a rhetoric textbook?? She had half a mind to throw the book across the room but a thought gave her pause. She slowly flipped it open and found... ah, the written word! Santa had seen into her deepest desires... especially so with a reservation detail for a private trip. Her heart clenched in her chest as she pulled the book close to her. There was at least one person out there that treated her for who she was... even if she never saw him and he only came once a year.

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Roarke literally threw himself out of his bed Christmas morning. The thoughts of a bigger bed had danced in his head for the entire night. And he was NOT disappointed. ...Sort of! Next to his tree (purloined from the forest and unceremoniously placed in the corner) was two other king size mattresses. Well... that was unhelpful. A little confused, Roarke tore at the package on top of the mattresses. OOOOH! SHEETS! ...Big ass sheets. Suddenly the light bulb clicked on in Roarke's head. SHEETS FOR ALL THE MATTRESSES! Doing a most beastly fist pump, Roarke went about the great task of dragging his new mattresses up to his room.
What do you get a wookiee for Christmas when he already owns a comb? While that song was, quite possibly, one of the worst in recorded history post B.C., it still came to mind for the beast who lived in the large; empty manor, deep in the woods of Carraig. Roarke wanted a bigger bed, and there weren't many larger than a Cretan King-sized bed... But he could add some extra mattresses and attach them to make them bigger. And then leave a few special sheets to fit, and call it good! Toy maker, travel agent, interior decorator, and furniture specialist Santa, all in one!

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Re: Merry Gentlemen Always Bet On Red!!

Post by Peyton on Fri Dec 28, 2012 4:09 am

Christmas again. The only reason she knew it was Christmas was due to the constant commercials and nagging, and the fact that she got a few days off for Christmas. Not like she needed it, but it was nice. Christmas was supposed to be a holiday filled with peace, love, joy, and family. For Peyton, it used to be. But now it's a constant reminder that she's alone on the holidays and everyday of the year. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Twenty four hours a day. Honestly, she became more bitter during the holidays. There were no more little siblings to come into her room and jump on her, screeching about Sinterklaas coming and leaving presents. She didn't even bother decorating. She didn't have anybody to impress.

She dragged herself out of bed around noon. She figured she'd make a pot of coffee and work on her research all day. As she walked out of her room and into the living room of her dull and cramped apartment, she saw two colorfully wrapped gifts on her counter. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. How did those get there? Maybe her aunt sent something? Or maybe it was her dad finally coming into some sort of contact with her! The latter was highly unlikely though. It would have been a nice enough Christmas present to know that her father was still around or something. No, that would have been the best present she's ever gotten.

Peyton cautiously walked up to the gifts, and poked them a little. They were hard and thick. And there was no address on it or anything. How the hell did someone get in her and leave these? Peyton carefully unwrapped the presents, and saw that they were books. Better yet, some mystery novels she's been trying to buy. Her eyes lit up. She also saw that she had a subscription to a club that would send her books. This was probably one of the most thoughtful gifts she had ever gotten. But who sent it?

She looked around, searching for any sign of someone breaking into her house or leaving behind a trace. Who gave her these gifts!? She saw a tag on one of the presents, and examined it. It said "To: Peyton. From: Sinterklaas."

Was this some kind of joke? Sinterklaas wasn't real, only children believed in that kind of stuff. It was just parents sneaking around and leaving the presents... parents... Maybe her dad really did send this. Maybe, by a one in a million chance, he had found her address and sent it to her! Oh yes, Peyton was sure now. She smiled and hugged the books to her chest, a tear dripping down her cheek. Peyton knew what she was going to do today. She was going to use her alchemy to make some flowers. And then she was going to trudge through that snow all the way to the cemetery.

And finally, once she got there, she would lay flowers on all her family members graves and wish them a Merry Christmas. Yeah, she was going to spend Christmas with her family again.

(omg wtf why did this turn out so long holy shit)




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