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mythmaking2013-12-08 03:00 pm
timefather) wrote in mythmaking2013-12-08 03:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !npc: death,
- !npc: fairy godmother,
- !npc: father time,
- !npc: spring lamb,
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Once upon a time...
[ For the residents of Märchenstraße, and all the land surrounding it, the eighth of December was a day to look forward to. Looking at it from an outside perspective, strangers and travelers could easily assume it to be a holiday. At the very least, a day for a festival, if a modest one. A day that shopkeeps spent all morning preparing for, that all manner of creatures spent days traveling to the city to witness. They'd heard the talk that passed around, the rumors from those still left. But would it work? No one knew for sure, no matter how confident the stories seemed to be. But hope was very quickly becoming all they had left.
They had decorated the whole town. Streamers, banners, wreathes and garland made of autumn flowers, plus whatever the Fairy Godmother had cooked up. Oh, she was just giddy. No skepticism could be spoken around her, not if you wanted to escape the wrath of her wand! Rumor had it that she had caught wind of a few piglets squealing about the likelihood that their magic would fail, and that they were subsequently transformed into the band of musicians who could be found performing in the park.
Well, at least the music was festive.
Of course, the decorations weren't for the newcomers alone. Autumn was coming to a close in just a few weeks, and Old Man Winter would take the reigns like he did every year, and their weather would turn cold and harsh. The chill was already there, cool and biting when the wind picked up speed. Lady Autumn was much preferred to the citizens of the city with her gentle nature, even if she failed to show up, finishing her work in the orchards instead. That was what they liked about her.
It was mid-morning when Father Time was found outside of his tower, checking one of the numerous pocket watches he kept on his person. "Unnecessary, but comfortable," he called them, and closed the watch again. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and where empty space had been just seconds before, now they were. Sitting on benches, lying in flower patches, scattered about the city and outside of the gates in peaceful slumber. They would awaken to the bells of the clock tower. Some, to many friendly and relieved faces all around them, some to grateful ones carrying gifts of food and clothing and magic, and some to fearful, cautious faces. Regardless of how the town treated them, they would awaken to a celebration of their arrival, and choices to be made, and the books. Each and every one. ]
They had decorated the whole town. Streamers, banners, wreathes and garland made of autumn flowers, plus whatever the Fairy Godmother had cooked up. Oh, she was just giddy. No skepticism could be spoken around her, not if you wanted to escape the wrath of her wand! Rumor had it that she had caught wind of a few piglets squealing about the likelihood that their magic would fail, and that they were subsequently transformed into the band of musicians who could be found performing in the park.
Well, at least the music was festive.
Of course, the decorations weren't for the newcomers alone. Autumn was coming to a close in just a few weeks, and Old Man Winter would take the reigns like he did every year, and their weather would turn cold and harsh. The chill was already there, cool and biting when the wind picked up speed. Lady Autumn was much preferred to the citizens of the city with her gentle nature, even if she failed to show up, finishing her work in the orchards instead. That was what they liked about her.
It was mid-morning when Father Time was found outside of his tower, checking one of the numerous pocket watches he kept on his person. "Unnecessary, but comfortable," he called them, and closed the watch again. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and where empty space had been just seconds before, now they were. Sitting on benches, lying in flower patches, scattered about the city and outside of the gates in peaceful slumber. They would awaken to the bells of the clock tower. Some, to many friendly and relieved faces all around them, some to grateful ones carrying gifts of food and clothing and magic, and some to fearful, cautious faces. Regardless of how the town treated them, they would awaken to a celebration of their arrival, and choices to be made, and the books. Each and every one. ]
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[ That explains the wings, at least. ]
[ The boy's mouth twists. ]
Right. Like something like this totally happens by chance. Thanks, but I figured the 'on purpose' part on my own. I'm just wondering if it ever occurred to you - not you personally, I mean, the... whole place - to ask people for help? Some might have volunteered. And it could go way smoother and faster.
[ Sorry. Dick's cranky (body mutilation will do that to him), but not exactly trying to be furious with Simon. And he does shake the offered hand, firm and brief and steady. ]
I'm Robin. Sorry, not in the best mood, but I really do appreciate your help.
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[ Would it have worked? Simon still isn't sure how this is to work, but he also doesn't know of many stories where the becoming a part of one was willing. It simply was. ]
My sentiments are much the same, no need to be sorry for it. [ Well, possibly not the body mutilation thing—he can't speak for that—but the dragging people from their homes to fix this worlds problems in a bid that he still doesn't understand and very possibly won't work thing. Yeah, he has some issues with that. ] I wouldn't wish my story on any one, and I doubt those whose roles you've taken would feel differently.
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[ Dick tilts his head, then does ask. ]
Would you be willing to tell me what that story is? I mean, you obviously know the story that's supposed to be mine.
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When he asks about his own story, though, Simon lifts a hand to the back of his neck, a little sheepish. He could hazard a guess, maybe, but none of the stories he's encountered seem like they'd fit quite exactly. ]
I'd really meant it in a more general sense. I think few residents of this world would willingly foist their role on someone else. [ A pause, thinking. ] I'd look for people who feel right, even if you don't know them. Something that feels familiar in a way you don't normally recognize. The more you find in your story, the clearer it becomes.
And the less options you need to sort through. There are creatures enough with multiple stories.
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Oh. But you knew a name to call me that's... That sort of makes sense. [ He motions to the bow in his hand. ] Considering. And that's somebody some of whose story is known.
Or is it supposed to be different here?
Though, thanks, I will be looking for such people.
[ Having specific information is helping, making his mind kick up a notch. ]
... oh, man, does that mean that somebody could be here as, um, Venus? That'd be weird.