Pocketful of Posies [complete]
Character(s): Fakir
Content: Fakir follows some strange advice on his journal and prepares for a quick train ride
Setting: Train station near Vanaheim gate
Time: After Fakir leaves Crowley, probably early evening
Warnings: None, Fakir's behaving himself at the moment.
Fakir paused outside the station and looked up at the trees lining the entrance. The man on his journal had told him that the people here would take “anything shiny” as payment…the concept was bizarre, but if it worked, it’d certainly be a help. He reached up and broke off some twigs and leaves from the lower parts of the trees, then bent down to check the flowers “growing” at the base of the trees. Most of the flowers were made of cloth, but some of the leaves were crystal and pressed silver…and there was a few marigolds with petals of actual gold. Fakir took a moment to admire one of the flowers before gently putting it into his pocket.
Now that his pocket was full of posies, he walked into the station and over to the ticket counter, pulling out a crystal twig and a silver leaf.
“I need one ticket to…F5, please?” he asked, glancing over at a map on the wall. To Fakir’s surprise, the woman at the counter took his ‘payment’ without a word and handed him a ticket. “Have a good ride, sir!” she responded chirpily.
Fakir stared at her. She didn’t actually take that as payment, did she?
“Do you need something else, sir?”
“Uh…no.”
“Then please let the next in line be served, sir. And have a good ride!”
Fakir stepped to the side and allowed the blond-haired man behind him to step up to the counter, taking another moment to stare at the woman before continuing towards the train platform. I can’t believe it. She actually took a leaf and a stick as payment. Crystal and silver, but it was still…plants.
This place is odder than anything that ever was in the story.
Before he knew it, the train pulled up to the station, and Fakir was settled in his seat, ready to be on his way. The bench was wooden, but not entirely uncomfortable. He leaned back in the seat and pulled out his journal, deciding he would write to pass the time on the journey.
Content: Fakir follows some strange advice on his journal and prepares for a quick train ride
Setting: Train station near Vanaheim gate
Time: After Fakir leaves Crowley, probably early evening
Warnings: None, Fakir's behaving himself at the moment.
Fakir paused outside the station and looked up at the trees lining the entrance. The man on his journal had told him that the people here would take “anything shiny” as payment…the concept was bizarre, but if it worked, it’d certainly be a help. He reached up and broke off some twigs and leaves from the lower parts of the trees, then bent down to check the flowers “growing” at the base of the trees. Most of the flowers were made of cloth, but some of the leaves were crystal and pressed silver…and there was a few marigolds with petals of actual gold. Fakir took a moment to admire one of the flowers before gently putting it into his pocket.
Now that his pocket was full of posies, he walked into the station and over to the ticket counter, pulling out a crystal twig and a silver leaf.
“I need one ticket to…F5, please?” he asked, glancing over at a map on the wall. To Fakir’s surprise, the woman at the counter took his ‘payment’ without a word and handed him a ticket. “Have a good ride, sir!” she responded chirpily.
Fakir stared at her. She didn’t actually take that as payment, did she?
“Do you need something else, sir?”
“Uh…no.”
“Then please let the next in line be served, sir. And have a good ride!”
Fakir stepped to the side and allowed the blond-haired man behind him to step up to the counter, taking another moment to stare at the woman before continuing towards the train platform. I can’t believe it. She actually took a leaf and a stick as payment. Crystal and silver, but it was still…plants.
This place is odder than anything that ever was in the story.
Before he knew it, the train pulled up to the station, and Fakir was settled in his seat, ready to be on his way. The bench was wooden, but not entirely uncomfortable. He leaned back in the seat and pulled out his journal, deciding he would write to pass the time on the journey.