009.th FRAGMENT [action]
[ It has been a quiet and fairly lazy week for Aether. One of the recent conversations had once again made him realize how much he doesn't know about the most simple things - things like holidays and special dates or occasions - and so he decided to spend some time in the library, shuffling through books in order to gain some knowledge...
For better or worse, Aether is the kind of person who gets so distracted by work that he forgets to do such basic things like sleep. So, in the end, he ends up dozing off in the faraway corner of the library, where he was sure he wouldn't bother anyone.
By the time he emerges outside in the afternoon, he looks very... different from his usual self. A few passersby are bound to see him tug on the cowl every other step, all in a futile attempt to get it off his head. Judging by how it immediately returns into place, that doesn't work out very well.
He continues on like this until he comes across...
A pumpkin. A very badly carved pumpkin rested near one of the buildings, to be precise. It must have been the last one to be carved, because it has a narrow and uneven mouth without any teeth, and the eyes are small and look like someone just poked at them for a few minutes. Aether may not know a thing about fine art, but he knows a half-assed job when he sees one. He reacts in the only way he knows.
That is to say, he pulls out his axe.
If you're outside in the afternoon, feel free to come across a thin man dressed in a skin-tight purple bodysuit that someone would wear only to show off. He's made himself comfortable in the town square, where he's sitting on the edge of the fountain and carving up a pumpkin with menacing precision. His tool for it? A heavy-looking black axe obviously designed for battle.
For that matter, feel free to also tell him to approach this matter in a sane way. ]
For better or worse, Aether is the kind of person who gets so distracted by work that he forgets to do such basic things like sleep. So, in the end, he ends up dozing off in the faraway corner of the library, where he was sure he wouldn't bother anyone.
By the time he emerges outside in the afternoon, he looks very... different from his usual self. A few passersby are bound to see him tug on the cowl every other step, all in a futile attempt to get it off his head. Judging by how it immediately returns into place, that doesn't work out very well.
He continues on like this until he comes across...
A pumpkin. A very badly carved pumpkin rested near one of the buildings, to be precise. It must have been the last one to be carved, because it has a narrow and uneven mouth without any teeth, and the eyes are small and look like someone just poked at them for a few minutes. Aether may not know a thing about fine art, but he knows a half-assed job when he sees one. He reacts in the only way he knows.
That is to say, he pulls out his axe.
If you're outside in the afternoon, feel free to come across a thin man dressed in a skin-tight purple bodysuit that someone would wear only to show off. He's made himself comfortable in the town square, where he's sitting on the edge of the fountain and carving up a pumpkin with menacing precision. His tool for it? A heavy-looking black axe obviously designed for battle.
For that matter, feel free to also tell him to approach this matter in a sane way. ]