A peculiar game of tag [Active]
Characters: Ivan, Loki
Content: Ivan is chasing an imaginary friend. Loki investigates.
Setting: through the streets over on the east side of town
Time: slightly backdated (to pre-Maleficent); also, early evening
Warnings: none
It was a perfectly ordinary evening. The streets were abuzz with people on their way home, if a bit more crowded than usual - it was odd, wasn't it, there didn't seem to be as much street to walk along as before. A rickshaw passed, its wooden wheels clacking lightly upon the cobbled street. There was the usual noise, of footsteps and conversation, but apart from that, nothing all that strange.
"Bloo!"
A boy broke from the pack, although in reality he had never been part of it to begin with. Except for his staff, which he kept with him at all times these days, he might have passed for a particularly energetic local.
"Bloo, come ba- excuse me, please! Bloo!"
Dimly, Ivan was still aware of his surroundings. Of the street noise, which he raised his voice above, and of the people he couldn't seem to avoid running into, even though he'd long abandoned the sidewalk. Had he been in greater control of his senses, he might have noticed the inconsistencies - the idea that a friend over three weeks disappeared had suddenly resurfaced, or that no one else took notice of the little blue blob even as it darted perilously underfoot, hid behind people, and even (on one occasion) climbed up and took a shortcut across a series of black top hats.
He might even have remembered Yorda, and the imminent danger she was in - but sadly, the thought never crossed his mind.
"Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the..." "Bloo" paused in the middle of the street, thinking. "I'm the... blue... BLUE! HA HA!!"
And, just as Ivan almost reached him, he was off again, like a comet (which, incidentally, would have been a much better name than the Blue Blue). Ivan stopped for a second, trying to catch his breath - how long had they been at this, anyway?
"This isn't funny, Bloo!" he called between breaths. But Bloo wasn't giving up the game, and after a second Ivan started off again, running at top speed after a little blue menace that only he could see.
Content: Ivan is chasing an imaginary friend. Loki investigates.
Setting: through the streets over on the east side of town
Time: slightly backdated (to pre-Maleficent); also, early evening
Warnings: none
It was a perfectly ordinary evening. The streets were abuzz with people on their way home, if a bit more crowded than usual - it was odd, wasn't it, there didn't seem to be as much street to walk along as before. A rickshaw passed, its wooden wheels clacking lightly upon the cobbled street. There was the usual noise, of footsteps and conversation, but apart from that, nothing all that strange.
"Bloo!"
A boy broke from the pack, although in reality he had never been part of it to begin with. Except for his staff, which he kept with him at all times these days, he might have passed for a particularly energetic local.
"Bloo, come ba- excuse me, please! Bloo!"
Dimly, Ivan was still aware of his surroundings. Of the street noise, which he raised his voice above, and of the people he couldn't seem to avoid running into, even though he'd long abandoned the sidewalk. Had he been in greater control of his senses, he might have noticed the inconsistencies - the idea that a friend over three weeks disappeared had suddenly resurfaced, or that no one else took notice of the little blue blob even as it darted perilously underfoot, hid behind people, and even (on one occasion) climbed up and took a shortcut across a series of black top hats.
He might even have remembered Yorda, and the imminent danger she was in - but sadly, the thought never crossed his mind.
"Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the..." "Bloo" paused in the middle of the street, thinking. "I'm the... blue... BLUE! HA HA!!"
And, just as Ivan almost reached him, he was off again, like a comet (which, incidentally, would have been a much better name than the Blue Blue). Ivan stopped for a second, trying to catch his breath - how long had they been at this, anyway?
"This isn't funny, Bloo!" he called between breaths. But Bloo wasn't giving up the game, and after a second Ivan started off again, running at top speed after a little blue menace that only he could see.