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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

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[ironic_requiem]

[s'up there's a tiny boy clutching a sword to his chest staring at you.]

[ironic_requiem]

Um... hello.

[ironic_requiem]

... not right now.

[ironic_requiem]

My fath-- Master Hugo wants me to be a knight.

[ironic_requiem]

Yeah. And capture criminals.

[ironic_requiem]

He won't be big when I grow up.

[ironic_requiem]

Chal. My sword. He's a Swordian, so he's a he.