∂pollo • 002

[sunderstandable]

Characters: Apollo and you
Location: Lamufao Plaza, with ducks.
Time: Mid-afternoon, during the rain.
Style: Either
Status: Open

[ Sitting among a cluster of rubber-ducks is Apollo who, surprisingly enough, has no idea why people would make replicas of ducks. And how they could do it like this. And why these ducks make odd noises. And why

Comments

[dat_dyaus]

Dey don't talk much, mon.

[This might not be Nirvana, but Cielo is trying not to let it get him down. He knows the others will arrive. They are just... just a little slow. It will be fine.

So, in the meantime, he has taken to wandering around, trying to chat up the locals, to see if they have seen his comrades. He hasn't been making much progress, but they have been feeding him lots, so that's good!

The rubber ducks... Cielo has noticed them. And tasted them, but they weren't very good. He nearly choked on the squeaky part. He is pretty sure it's not supposed to rain things like this --as a resident of the Junkyard he is an expert on rain-- but well... they are kinda cute, aren't they?]

[sunderstandable]

They ought to.

[ Apollo murmurs the words under his breath, barely aware that yes, there is a mortal behind him. Instead, he gives the duck he's been interrogating an idle toss. Would Iris have liked these...? Best not to think about that.

A glance over his shoulder and he's standing at full height - maybe a bit taller with a little bit of float - and cocking his head. ]

...What happened to your head?

[dat_dyaus]

My head?

[He reaches up immediately to pat at his braids, his face utterly confused. No- No, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. All his braids are still there, no big bleeding holes either.]

What is wrong with it?

[sunderstandable]

Your hair. Is it a wig?

[ Apollo scrunches his nose up and, without warning, reaches out to give a braid a violent tug. No it's staying put. The God frowns and floats up a bit higher, inspecting it from a slightly-aerial view. How... ]