[Vash's nerf war helped. But in the wake of fiery trees, flesh-eating butterflies, and dead, grey landscapes, Katie's feeling a little... empty. And being the selfish child she is, that means taking it out on the town
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[Vash wanders back into town after a long search for Meryl. Then he stops to stare at all the chalk.] Wow, someone has been busy. [Peering at a certain picture.] Oh wow, what pretty flowers! Wait... is that... Rem? [No, it couldn't be. Could it?]
[Given that Sokka woke up this morning to a familiar voice... of someone that wasn't there, Sokka is reasonably shocked when he spots a chalk drawing of Yue, in her Moon Spirit form, etched in the sidewalk. He lingers there staring at it, feeling remorseful and a twinge guilty at the same time.]
[She knows nothing about any Moon Spirit and certainly won't own up to the artwork. By dint of being a liar. All that chalk dust on Katie's elbows and knees and hands as she meanders her way across the plaza to Seventh Heaven? Purely coincidental, of course.]
[Sokka doesn't pay attention to the annoying little troll girl. At first. he pauses for a second look when he sees chalk all over her and decides to approach her, setting a hand on her shoulder.]
[Ikki isn't a man who has a heavy sleep. That's not to say that he doesn't sleep thought, as he does, but still a part of his conscience is kept awake. Specially when a familiar Cosmos, that isn't supposed to be up at such a late hour, does exactly that and appears hanging around the outside of the building. Still, Ikki decides to leave it for the moment and doesn't move from his bed, just rolling back to sleep and letting Katie do her thing.
She'll be hunted down later thought, once the sun is bright and high. So have a Saint standing besides you, far enough to not bother your work but close enough to be noticed, observing you decorate the village.]
[When Katie finally gets home, she'll find a Liberator leaning casually on the porch railing, surveying his new chalk line castle. He's traded his armor out for 'everyday' clothes and a sword belt, but is still looking quite archaic and regal today.
He certainly wasn't concerned about her - noooo, not at all - but his eyes light up when he catches sight of her anyway.]
[His squire will come home in the early afternoon with chalk dust on her knees and elbows and hands, and possibly a look that turns slightly guilty when she sees Sigmund standing there. Not that Katie snuck out of the house during the night or anything like that, nooo. Have a sheepish grin.]
Someone has given Her Majesty a castle. [Someone, Lady Katie Chalky Fingers, sneaking out and decorating the whole town. But Sigmund keeps his voice fairly gentle, and stays nonchalantly leaning on the railing. After all, she's only a little girl.]
I couldn't say. [Which is oddly enough the truth, but shh. And now dusting her hands on her skirt as if this could somehow clear her of potential wrongdoing.]
Perhaps they thought a house was too small for an Empress. I think they could have done a prettier job. There's no moat. [Pauses to consider this.] And there should be archers. And boiling oil.
[She won't have his echoes - although she'll certainly take a moment to get distracted by them in person. It's not often they're so vivid. Blinking for a moment, before she glances up.]
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Hey! Ka- I mean.... Aunt Wu!
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Oh! Hello, Zack.
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She'll be hunted down later thought, once the sun is bright and high. So have a Saint standing besides you, far enough to not bother your work but close enough to be noticed, observing you decorate the village.]
Do you have problems sleeping?
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Don't be silly. I never sleep.
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[He doesn't say what he wonders about, watching her to see if she'll ask or not.]
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What do you wonder?
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He certainly wasn't concerned about her - noooo, not at all - but his eyes light up when he catches sight of her anyway.]
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Hello.
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Who could that have been?
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Perhaps they thought a house was too small for an Empress. I think they could have done a prettier job. There's no moat. [Pauses to consider this.] And there should be archers. And boiling oil.
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Impressive.
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Thank you.
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...you were the girl that tried to eat butterflies, weren't you?
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It was only one. I just ...yawned at the wrong moment.
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