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mythmaking2013-12-08 03:00 pm
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- !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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[He's not really the type to do either that often, much to the consternation of some of his friends back home.]
It must be tied to the names on the books somehow, but I've only come across one that meant anything to me.
[The more he's thought about that one, the more he's sure that what the children were trying to steal from Mogget had to be a metal vessel of some sort, but it was going to take more intelligence gathering to verify that.]
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[Experiment Ja'far! Then you'll find your answer.]
A name that you recognize? What was it?
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[It's kind of a strangled, distressed sort of "ah!" While he was talking, he'd decided to take he girl's words to heart and fuss a bit with his hair. Pulling on it had done nothing. Plucking a hair out had done nothing, not even hurt enough to make him tear up so he could test that. However, when he'd combed his fingers through the small bit of hair not covered by his keffiyeh, he felt something fall out into his hand. When he looks to see what it is, he finds it to be a small, perfect emerald.]
What?!
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[There really was no mistaking it. A perfect green jewel sitting in the palm of his hand and glistening in the sunlight. He seemed a little like the type to have jewels on him, at least from the way he dressed, but all he did was run his fingers through his hair...
...] Did that just come from your hair?
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[He tries again, and sure enough, another jewel falls into his hand.]
This must be why they were trying to touch my hair when I woke up.
[But then what will happen if he laughs or cries? Part of him in rather disturbed, but his thoughts immediately go to how much money could be made. If the supply was endless, he could support his country for quite some time, at least until he went bald from stress and constant hair combing. He's adding up the potential figures in his head when he realizes that the poor girl he's talking to is probably staring at him like he's a madman.]
Ah--I'm sorry. It's just rather startling.
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Oh, n-no! It's okay. We found out why they want to comb your hair now, so it's not that weird.
[Except it is kind of weird. Very weird. She experimentally combs through one of her own pigtails, but nada. No jewels in her hands.]
...Maybe it's got something to do with your book?
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[If it is and Yamraiha is keeping a spell like this from him, she's in big trouble when he gets home.]
What about yours? It says "Alice," correct? There must be something it allows you to do.
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I don't know. [She glances at her own book and then to Hibiscus, who merely shakes her head.] I don't really feel any different. And Alice isn't a name I recognize with any fairy takes from home. Maybe I can do something, but I don't know.
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[He's interested in the creature, since he's never seen anything like it. He thought it was just a pet of some sort, but now it seems like it's understood their conversation enough to comment on it, albeit silently.]
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[Mei beams, reaching out with a hand to pet the top of Hibiscus' head. The snake, unfortunately for Mei, ducks and dodges that pet, if only just to show off.]
Hibi-! Yeah, she came with me from home. This is Hibiscus! She's a Pokemon, a Serperior actually, and she's one of my good friends too.
[The Serperior inclines her head for a small bow.]
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Pleased to meet you, Hibiscus. I apologize for not giving my name before now. I'm Ja'far. How lucky you are to have a friend with you in this strange place.
[As he's been doing so far, he omits his titles, since they're completely meaningless here.]
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It's alright, I didn't introduce myself either. My name's Mei, and I'm pleased to meet you as well, Ja'far.
Well, depending on how this place works, I'm hoping for a little more luck than just bringing Hibi along.
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[He has a soft spot for kids, after all.]
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Thank you. I hope so as well.
[He bows once more.]
If you wish to be on your way...?
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[Mogget had ditched him as fast as he could, but he certainly wasn't opposed to sticking with Mei. He wouldn't want to leave such a young girl on her own anyway.]
Where would you like to look?
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I have no clue where to start. But I wouldn't mind finding something to war to be honest.
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Perhaps that might be a good idea for both of us.
[What is he saying?! He wouldn't even have an idea where to start.]
Perhaps you should lead the way...
Ahhh, I think that was supposed to be eat and got autocorrected somehow ;; sorry
I might get us lost, but it might be worthwhile to explore this place around.