Who: OPEN LOG!
What: THAR BE MONARCHS IN THE SKY
When: After class until sunset or so; Thursday October 15th
Where: All over campus; mostly on that plain, grassy make-out hill the school sits on.
Notes: This log is completely totally 100% open; if you need an excuse for character interaction or if you're trying to get someone active again or want
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But curiousity got the best of him, and after some reluctance he brought his toolbox back to the supply closet, grabbed his lumber, and headed outside.
The view was... breathtaking. Once he got over his initial panic of "OH NO FIRE" at least. For a moment he wondered if he was still in the city; surely nothing like this could happen in such an unnatural place. He remembered hearing of a place among the railway in Tazmily that was home to hundreds of butterflies, but he didn't think they'd ever stay anywhere that had that noisy machine tearing through it twice a day, either.
He leaned against the steel door, watching the fields. It was definitely a lot better than the firefly festival.
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Running through the school grounds, he made it to the field and laughed as the butterflies swarmed and swirled around him. Perhaps, like the fireflies of several months ago, they recognized his aura as that of a friend and decided to make use of him as a convenient perch to rest thier wings a few moments before rejoining the dance.
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It was afternoon, or so Nabooru would have thought. Her golden eyes were drawn onto the sky, however, mesmerized. Winged insects. Butterflies. She'd at least heard of them. There were no butterflies in the desert, likely because of the climate, and she'd never left the desert before coming to the academy.
They were strangely beautiful. Strangely. Arms folded over her chest, she seemed perfectly content with remaining stationary, gaze glued onto the sea of wings that adorned the idle air. Somewhere, she imagined, surely Ganondorf or Shinon were looking at them too.
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"Migration? Is that what it is? Isn't it a little much? That's a lot of butterflies."
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The wind moved sudddenly, sending a stream of butterflies in the air. The creature lied down, looking upwards as the monarch tornado flew off, leaving their millions of breathern behind. Others, perhaps sensing protection or understanding the workings of the universe, gently flew around Arceus, resting on her back and her mane. Bob let out a small, joyful neigh as one of them dared to rest on the tip of her golden horn.
Arceus seemed quite contempt.
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He flushed, stammering. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Arceus, I didn't mean to intrude."
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You are not intruding in anything, I was merely here to relax after my classes. She pushed the one on her horn with a small gust of wind. They are beautiful, are they not?
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He managed to find a place on the grass quite clear of butterflies near the rock, and sat, cross legged, resting his chin in his hands.
"They remind me of Butterfrees. But smaller... and orange. Maybe more like a Beautifly."
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Traveling by broom was more convenient outside. Once he managed to gather the courage to fly the old broom again, he took off, choosing to floating just a few feet from the ground. It wasn't long when he came upon the hill where the monarchs gathered.
Kamek was no insect lover. One or two of the creatures he could handle, but there were like a bazillion of these things gathered in this area. It vaguely reminded him of Louie Where some people might find these winged insects beautiful and endearing, little Kamek found the hordes unsettling and full of uncertainty. Like sticking your finger in a tank of potential pirahna fish. So he hid ( ... )
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Ew.
Until then, Raiden aimlessly followed one butterfly after another, idly wondering if they were like speshul snowflakes and if no two butterflies had the same exact pattern. He always appreciated any excuse to get his mind off of more brood-worthy subjects. At least, until he almost tripped over a small, crouching kid.
"Hey!" The blonde stumbled and caught himself before either party was hurt, but he had a disapproving frown. He didn't recognize this kid. "Who are you...?"
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So deeply engrossed in the glare-off with the monarchs, Kamek was startled out of his wits when this strange woman man ran into him. He jumped with an undignified squeal and, battle instincts kicking in, swiftly pointed the scepter at the guy as threateningly as a five year brat with glasses could. It looked like a mere child's toy considering who was holding it.
"What do you want??" Kamek squeaked, Raiden's question completely flying over his head. He didn't remember seeing this guy before. For all he knew, he could be working with the butterflies.
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"Easy there, I'm not a bad-guy." And was most certainly not working for the Patriots butterflies. "I was just out to see the butterflies." With his hands still up to show no harm Raiden cranked his neck to get a better look at Kamek. "Who are you?"
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