Day 60: Arts and Crafts (Third Shift)
Sora wasn't quite sure what to make of his talk with Doctor Facilier. The man hadn't revealed much about himself even as he'd asked all those questions, so it was hard to form an opinion. Sora could only hope that he had proved himself to be more than just a kid over the course of their conversation, though if not, then that was the doctor's loss,
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He had gathered what information on last night's horrors that seemed to be had. And so now what? He couldn't not venture outside. And he wasn't about to spend his nights running for his life. Not when he knew damn well he had another option, that didn't involve running or smashing his pipe into some death bird's diseased maw.
But it wasn't really all that simple. And he didn't even have someone here he could speak to for advice! Certainly there were fine young men he counted as his friends, but this? This was...highly personal. And regarding a subject of some confusion and distress, at least to him. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him. Other than a sheltered life and a lack of anything even remotely resembling romantic interaction with another person. If he ( ... )
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Though perhaps he should have fought harder. This room was.... The place he had met that man. The one who refused to identify himself as anything other than Claire Stanfield-- Okay, no, that was incorrect. He also identified as Vino, the Rail Tracer.... Mikado sighed heavily in memory, his headache growing larger. This place was just like Ikebukuro, in a way. There wasn't anyone here that could be defined as normal. He had learned that very, very well the past few days ( ... )
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Twice now Tolten had found himself suffering his own pet phobia of being looked at while he went about his notes. And not simply looked at, but the focus of someone's attention. He knew no harm was likely meant, but he hated the feel of eyes on him. It haunted him still from when he was small.
But the silence that had threatened to grow awkward when Tolten first realized he was being scrutinized was broken. And the young man who's attention he'd caught looked the very model of harmless. He was probably only looking for a kind someone to pass the hours with. Tolten understood that all too well.
"Ah...something like that," he responded, flushing slightly. He felt a bit silly, still. As though he were woefully out of fashion or out of date. So many people here had customs so unlike his own, and he worried he was making social blunder after social blunder without even realizing it!
"I...like to make things."
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Tolten shook his head and set down the paper in his hands, immediately attempting to put the other man at ease. It was the bow! Why on earth was he bowing? Was it simply common where he came from? He wasn't acting as though he'd recognized Tolten for what he was ( ... )
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This was the second person who had added that 'san' to his name. Tolten wondered what it meant, but didn't want to ask lest he appear more foolish than he already did. But once more, the reaction to what he was doing was favorable. The young king relaxed visibly, his shoulders losing their tightness and his flush receding.
"I know it may seem a bit silly, but options here are rather limited. Insofar as how one can show appreciation beyond words." It wasn't as though he could run down to a gift shop, or order a missive. But he liked to create art, though he had little talent in the visual fields. He could still cut up pretty things to make slightly original pretty things.
"And I've found myself here without anyone from my own home...." he trailed off then, not about to expound to a near-stanger how dearly he held his tentatively forged friendships in this place.
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The young king trailed off, awkwardly. He hated talking about himself, and he hated to do anything that sounded like bragging. He was terrified of giving the wrong impression. And despite the fact that he had turned his back on Gongora and fought beside those he believed to be enemies for the good of Uhra and all of Plank....
He'd really just been a back up line of defense.
"Well, there was a great battle for the fate of my world, and I was a part of it. But there were...oh, eight other people doing much more than me. But it isn't as though those people out number the rest, so I'm sure it's not a ( ... )
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There was a headless black rider in Ikebukuro, after all. Why couldn't there be mages here? Celty manipulated death by living, and mages would manipulate the elements. Or something close to that. Every canon had a different take on what magic users could do. And ( ... )
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Tolten glanced down at the card before him, gold glitter becoming the rays of a rising sun. Well, he had opened the door for the conversation.
"A great and final battle against a powerful evil," he explained, and realized that probably didn't help very much. But since Mikado didn't seem as outraged or confused by the idea of magic or great clashes to save the world, he didn't mind too much.
"There was a sorcerer who rose to power through vile magic and trickery," he tried again. How strange, to try and explain what had happened to someone who wasn't even from Plank! "He built great and horrible machines that interrupted the natural flow of energy in the world, so he could command it. Animals turned violent and weather behaved improperly and a dark time was falling upon the world. Every nation was at war due to the manipulations of one man, to keep all of us too blind and busy to see what he was doing. He tried to become a god - very nearly did, to be honest. We...stopped him. Well, a mage and an Immortal ( ... )
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"It's alright," he said, his hands stilling in their work for a moment. He looked back up with a small smile, almost sheepish. He felt silly when it came to these strange clashes of culture.
"Other people have told me the same thing, and goodness knows I've heard things that sound like a faery story here myself. I come from a world where magic is quite normal - we use it like this place uses elekricity. Monsters are perfectly commonplace and the roam the countryside in all corners of the world. I was raised by a sorcerer, after my father died. I'm a royal knight, in the service of the great country of Uhra. But it's really nothing glorious or wonderful. Quite the opposite, most of the time."
He wet his lips, nervously. "I really have no reason to lie. I don't like to tease people. I don't like to be teased myself..."
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