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[swordofkings]

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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[4x4_of_manly]

Lighter was skeptical. He didn't like hearing voices in his head, and he didn't like how ominous the telepathic message was. Besides, if it was anything most of the folks in the school would get worked up over, there was no way it could be anything nice and peaceful.

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.

[monotreme_101]

Knuckles had known almost right away what the message had meant - He'd asked Poo to inform him of the migration and the Prince had delivered. The Echidna dropped his homework and jumped out the window immediately.

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.

[ofasandgoddess]

It wasn't entirely uncommon for Nabooru to think she was hearing things. In fact, she heard them every now and then. Most of the time, she didn't remember what was being said. The voices were never recognizable and in consequence, Nabooru assumed that it was a side-effect of working too hard or fretting too much. Either way, the moment she heard Poo, she was briefly nostalgic.

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.

[monotreme_101]

Knuckles was wandering around inamongst them, nimble feet not to much as bending an antenna and a good sized gaggle of them parked on his jacket and the top of his head. He happened to catch a familiar face inamongst the swirling mix of orange and black and gave his newest friend a chery wave. "Hey! You're enjoying the migration too, I see."

[ofasandgoddess]

Nabooru turned sharply, trying to dust off potential landing butterflies. They were pretty, sure, but she wasn't that comfortable with unfamiliar things in her personal space. She lifted a brow and pointed to the eternal blanket of wing'd things.

"Migration? Is that what it is? Isn't it a little much? That's a lot of butterflies."

[monotreme_101]

Knuckles extended a hand, allowing the butterfly she shooed off to land. "Well, they're headed someplace warmer for the winter to lay eggs and stuff. It happens here every year I'm told, though, I missed it last year. And actually, butterfly numbers worldwide are on the decline, so, the more of these guys there are around, the better. I think they're great, myself... though, I have a soft spot for most creatures."

[rockinthrutime]

It was a sight to behold. Arceus moved among them freely, her hooves somehow missing even the most careless of the insects as she walked near the forest, her golden footsteps causing an occasional plant to bloom. The air was a bit warmer today, and having finished her homework like all good gods need to do, she had picked a particular spot to rest, atop a large boulder.

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.

[strikeback150]

Mewtwo had spent his day wandering through the fields, taking advantage of his floating ability to make sure not to step on any butterflies on accident. He drifted his way towards the forest, and before he knew it, he was standing there in front of Arceus. He had spent a lot of time with Bob recently, but always in her human form, never as a Pokemon. It was kind of a shock.

He flushed, stammering. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Arceus, I didn't mean to intrude."

[rockinthrutime]

Oh! It was Mewtwo. Bob gave him a friendly nod, as another group of butterflies took off from her movements.

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?

[strikeback150]

"Yes, very much so."

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."

[geometricmagic]

After having his thoughts invaded by a MYSTERIOUS GHOST, Kamek felt the need to escape the school for a while, especially with what being turned five hundred years younger and all. The Magikoopa hated it. Not just because was he a brat, but because it was humiliating that he and Bowser were toyed with so thoughtlessly. It made him mad. Each day that went by in this form only further dampened his spirit.

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

[whitedeviljack]

Even if Raiden had never received a telepathic message the butterflies were not hard to miss. They were... incredibly peaceful. He had been admiring the insects from all over school, even once from accidentally under the soul of his boot. Oops. He made sure not to do that again and hoped no one else would do it purposefully or else he was going to have a FUN DAY cleaning up tomorrow.

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...?"

[geometricmagic]

((ignore icon, it's humanbean!kamek))

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.

[whitedeviljack]

"Woah!" Just as instinctively Raiden raised his hands, palms exposed to show he wasn't going to retaliate with any sort of gun of his own. What the heck was that thing, some kind of wand? "You'll shoot your eye out with that thing, kid."

"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?"