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Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel), Yachiru/Blood (pinkhairedchild), and Ghost (redrobinhood)
Date/Time: Sometime on Oct 20.
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for usual hatchling nudity.
Summary: A couple more newborns arrive in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet them.
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Fugue had been well in hiding since the thought bubbles had appeared. Moreover, he didn't want anyone to know that he actually had a unicorn at some point, and it was to his great relief that incident was over and done with. He'd gone through a variety of disturbing costumes for the past week, but finally, FINALLY he'd chosen to come out once his wardrobe had completely changed to normal. And his favorite costume -the old man- was finally back and ready for action.
Immediately he'd decided to don the stupid fairly unconvincing outfit before getting on his shift today. And now he was sitting at the table in the midst of the room, tapping his foot like the ticking of a timeless clock. Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... It was in its usual perfect rhythm, uninterrupted by anything. Time and again he could hear the sound of a small, distant cocoon wriggle, but more often than not, nothing came of it. Over and over again, a long and drab day for him.
Until finally, he heard the crumbling sound of a cocoon coming open. One, or perhaps two? Scooping up an armful of provisions, the 'elder' decided to have a little walk to meet whatever newborns there may be.
Date/Time: Sometime on Oct 20.
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for usual hatchling nudity.
Summary: A couple more newborns arrive in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet them.
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Fugue had been well in hiding since the thought bubbles had appeared. Moreover, he didn't want anyone to know that he actually had a unicorn at some point, and it was to his great relief that incident was over and done with. He'd gone through a variety of disturbing costumes for the past week, but finally, FINALLY he'd chosen to come out once his wardrobe had completely changed to normal. And his favorite costume -the old man- was finally back and ready for action.
Immediately he'd decided to don the stupid fairly unconvincing outfit before getting on his shift today. And now he was sitting at the table in the midst of the room, tapping his foot like the ticking of a timeless clock. Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... It was in its usual perfect rhythm, uninterrupted by anything. Time and again he could hear the sound of a small, distant cocoon wriggle, but more often than not, nothing came of it. Over and over again, a long and drab day for him.
Until finally, he heard the crumbling sound of a cocoon coming open. One, or perhaps two? Scooping up an armful of provisions, the 'elder' decided to have a little walk to meet whatever newborns there may be.