[OPEN] Answering a call.

[fugue_angel]

Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel), OPEN to all
Date/Time: Today, after receiving a strange dream
Location: Park Island, The City Without Walls
Rating: TBD. May change depending on various interactions and/or possible introduction of meta info.
Summary: Fugue comes out of hiding after receiving a strange dream. What awaits him now?
Note: Each thread will be

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[babyoftheflock]

The little blonde girl had managed to sneak away from Hybrid the day after her scary dreams. Wings outspread, Pure flew over the park, letting the wind rush past her face and make her smile--it seemed so nice to fly, and throw all your worries to the rushing currents to make yourself happy once again.

...And then someone felt sad, making her slow her flight and hover, then dive lower to what looked like a playground. The sadness was coming from the playground, which confused her--why was a happy place so sad?

Remembering what Hybrid said about her wings, Pure landed a bit outside of sight and folded them neatly, then walked forwards onto the ground the playsets were on. Where she saw the man on the swing. Somehow he reminded her of someone she knew, but she pushed the thought aside after she realized he looked really sad and tired. So she walked up to him and stood in front of him with a smile on her face.

"Hi mister! You don't look too happy...Are you okay? Do you need a hug?" Seems that old habits died hard, concering Pure with

[fugue_angel]

He looked up past the chipped part of his sunglasses; it revealed one of his strange gold-colored eyes to the little girl. Originally he was rather wary and guarded since his interactions with others were generally awkward and often resulted with some party or other assuming he's some kind of sick freak or creepy bastard.

But the cute little girl innocently greeted him with a smile on her face, and it didn't take long for him to drop his barrier of suspicion. Fugue looked around, noticing that the area around him was fairly lonely for the most part. Watch someone spot him and think he was some kind of pedophile now... Nevertheless, the girl deserved an answer to her question.

"I'm... Not doing too well. Just a little tired, and there's a lot of things to think about," he replied. That was the thing about answering children--in the end, you really didn't want to let them know how hard life could actually be. They didn't understand that sort of thing, and innocence... was much better off left that way, wasn't it?

[babyoftheflock]

Her head tilted at the sight of the golden eyes, but she realized that he was special. Just like her. In a different way of course. As he looked around her head went to the other side and she sat down in front of him.

"Are those things bad enough to make you sad and tired?" Definitely tying the two together was Pure's way of figuring out if things were really wrong or not. The blonde shifted the wings on her back lightly as she looked up at him with those bright eyes of hers, trying to figure out how to cheer him up.

I apologize for the delay as I've been so swamped recently. DX

[fugue_angel]

Was she suspicious of him, this child? He hoped not, though he pondered her reaction upon seeing his gold eyes. But she didn't seem to take it negatively or anything. That was what was so nice about children--they were so innocent, ignorant, and generally so unafraid of different things. Though he wasn't entirely sure whether or not she'd understand.

"Hmm... Yes, they're quite... stressful is the word." Thinking about it more, the girl really did mean well. He wondered who she was and whether or not he'd met her anytime before. "Do you remember us meeting before? I can't really recall."

He was making an effort to be in better spirits, and maybe talking to the child could ease his mind even a little bit.

And you say your delayed? xx;

[babyoftheflock]

Her head tilted again, and she nodded to his comment. She could sense it now, the tension and stress radiating from him. Though his other question made her giggle and pull her knees to her chest. "Oh no, we haven't met before, mister. Though your really nice. I'm Pure. Nice to meet you~"

A hand moved to go out to him in hopes of recieving a handshake, while the other hand moved to massage her shoulder. A pretty white feather so dearly out of place at the top of her wing peeked through and poked her ear lightly. It was one that had been shifted over time, so it didn't hurt when she pulled it off and held it in her free hand.