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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,
- ace attorney: franziska von karma,
- claymore: cynthia,
- double arts: kiri luchile,
- ever after high: apple white,
- fairy tales: simon the seventh,
- final fantasy v: faris scherwiz,
- fire emblem tellius: ranulf,
- fire emblem: awakening: owain,
- harry potter: luna lovegood,
- homestuck: karkat vantas,
- kamigami no asobi: yui kusanagi,
- kingdom hearts: riku replica,
- les miserables: enjolras,
- les miserables: eponine thenardier,
- les miserables: gavroche,
- les miserables: grantaire,
- magi: ja'far,
- mcu: loki laufeyson,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- old kingdom: mogget,
- persona 3: shinjiro aragaki,
- persona 4: kanji tatsumi,
- persona 4: naoto shirogane,
- pokemon (anime): n,
- pokemon (games): mei,
- tangled: rapunzel,
- the hunger games: peeta mellark,
- vampire knight: yuuki kuran,
- vampire knight: zero kiryuu,
- young justice: dick grayson,
- young justice: wally west
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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A mildly annoyed groan in the back of his throat starts to form her name as his thumb tries to draw itself along where her knuckles should be.
Kiri wakes up.
Panic begins to settle at his heels. It launches him to his feet when Kiri realizes he isn't sure how long they've been apart. The fairy tale-esque town doesn't even register with him, not the elves or dwarves or talking creatures; that extra weight in his pack from two new books isn't even noticed. Kiri tears through the crowd, searching in a near manic urgency. Whatever locals that didn't care for him before are suddenly paying attention.]
ELLE!!!
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Oof - ( She stumbles forward after someone shoves her but regains her balance afterward. When she's managed to straighten up, checking if anything has fallen from her person, she turns to the person who's managed to shove her.
... And he doesn't look too excited like the rest of the people, really. ) - You really should be careful and look where you're going.
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DEX check failed miserably.]Shit.
[Kiri immediately offers a hand to help Yui up.] Sorry. [It's hard to tell if he's insincere or distracted (the fact he hasn't really looked at her this entire time probably doesn't help, either)... Whether or not she takes his hand is no matter, Kiri'll fire off questions, anyways.] Y'seen a girl around here? She's got blue hair. More modest than a nun on Sunday.
[Hurry up. This is taking too long. At minimum, it's been twenty seconds: seizures should be taking her by now.]
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( She's going to assume that he's in a rush, given (1)that he shoved her in the first place, (2)his distracted expression and (3)the fact that he's not once looked at her (and seen that she's already fine and standing up). Yui stares at him for a moment before she shakes her head. )
I haven't met anyone with that description. ( More modest than a nun on Sunday ... Right. ) Do you need help finding her?
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Uh -
[He looks up to a nearby cottage. Maybe high ground?]
Yeah, yeah. Her name's Elle. Gimme a holler if you find her.
[ "If". Oh, he doesn't like that.] Thanks! [Is all he tosses behind him before starting off toward the cottage.]