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mythmaking2013-12-08 03:00 pm
timefather) wrote in mythmaking2013-12-08 03:00 pm
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- !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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To help. I do apologize for the short notice.
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What do you need help with?
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[ Simply put. ]
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[ It sounds like a metaphor, but it isn't. Not really. ]
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The previous holders of these titles, the originals, have vanished. Beauty no longer existed in this world.
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[She's surprised to hear a fairy tale character can disappear at all.] I... can't be her. [Because Beauty was Beauty. She wasn't... Naoto, having her issues with being a girl.]
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Throughout history, fairy tales, fables... legends. They existed to provide guidance and lessons to humanity. In the past, they were taken to heart from a very young age. Now, however, people have no use for them. They've been forgotten.
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[As he speaks, she knew she fell into that category. Besides hearing of the major ones, they hadn't particularly fascinated her. And with the prevalence of some companies retelling... Still, which version because they're not the right ones.] Things have become a little more jaded...
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[ He hums thoughtfully, eyes going to the tower in the city. His tower. ]
You need us just as much as we need you.
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[She follows his gaze towards the tower. That must be the one Lamb told her about; the one where he'll reside other days.]
... But how are we supposed to revive the tales and remind people of their importance? [She doesn't even know all the details about her own.]
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[ There's more to this than he's letting on, but he's gentle about it. ]
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[It's imperative then that she reads her own tale if possible to understand what she has to do. Still, it's Beauty and the Beast. They're supposed to-- but she's not a romantic. It does bring to the point though.]
What about Beast?
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[ Literally, as the case may be. If she wants a more specific answer, she'll have to ask. ]
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So, I will be expected to wed whoever Beast is?
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[ It's very important that she reads it. ]
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I see...
I... have a number of things to think about. If you'll excuse me for now, Father Time.
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I thought as much. Take care. You have quite the tale ahead of you, Beauty.
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Yes. Thank you, Father Time. [She nods once more to him and takes her leave.]