[Thread] Once upon a time
Characters: Takion, Open
Where: Park
When: Sometime during third stage mod!plot
Summary: With no cuffs, Takion decides to take advantage of being able to write pretty nearly anything that pops in his head.
Warnings: WTFery?
There were quite a number in Econtra who were overjoyed over the lack of cuffs. Takion counted himself among that gleeful mob. Certainly he recognized that there was a risk in the lack of Big Brother, but that was offset by the pleasure of knowing there was now no one to tell him what not to write.
Since he doubted that he would do anything to particularly upset the sentient balls of lightning over head, Takion gladly settled in the park to work. He dipped a quill into ink and then put pen to paper. Soon it wouldn't have mattered if he were in Econtra, his own study, or on the moon. He was lost in his own little world as he drew on his particular brand of magic.
In a small circle around Takion, flowers sprouted gumdrops, and the tree he leaned against began to grow muffins. The wind swirled fallen leaves into the shape of a stalking cat for a moment before blowing the cat apart just as quickly. Among the tree branches, a winged squirrel popped into existence. It blinked around in confusion, for it had been a patch of nothing before it suddenly found itself as a winged squirrel. But then it spied the muffins growing on the tree, and all existential questions fled it's squirrely mind as it dove for its first meal.
If the cuffs had been active, Takion doubted he would have gotten away with this much. And so he planned to put all his toys away when he finished, so that if the cuffs returned, he wouldn't start things off with a shock.
Where: Park
When: Sometime during third stage mod!plot
Summary: With no cuffs, Takion decides to take advantage of being able to write pretty nearly anything that pops in his head.
Warnings: WTFery?
There were quite a number in Econtra who were overjoyed over the lack of cuffs. Takion counted himself among that gleeful mob. Certainly he recognized that there was a risk in the lack of Big Brother, but that was offset by the pleasure of knowing there was now no one to tell him what not to write.
Since he doubted that he would do anything to particularly upset the sentient balls of lightning over head, Takion gladly settled in the park to work. He dipped a quill into ink and then put pen to paper. Soon it wouldn't have mattered if he were in Econtra, his own study, or on the moon. He was lost in his own little world as he drew on his particular brand of magic.
In a small circle around Takion, flowers sprouted gumdrops, and the tree he leaned against began to grow muffins. The wind swirled fallen leaves into the shape of a stalking cat for a moment before blowing the cat apart just as quickly. Among the tree branches, a winged squirrel popped into existence. It blinked around in confusion, for it had been a patch of nothing before it suddenly found itself as a winged squirrel. But then it spied the muffins growing on the tree, and all existential questions fled it's squirrely mind as it dove for its first meal.
If the cuffs had been active, Takion doubted he would have gotten away with this much. And so he planned to put all his toys away when he finished, so that if the cuffs returned, he wouldn't start things off with a shock.