Flight // 01

[pancakewitch]

Who: Sleeping Kiki and anybody else~!
Where: Espoir
Style: Whatever you like!
Status: Open~

Having fallen asleep in a pile of hay, Kiki was oblivious to the change in her surroundings as she continued to sleep.  The hay piled around her had been replaced with leaves and the cool air of a summer night grew the chill of a late autumn morning. The

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[soloriens]

[A hand? ..Curious tilt of her head, before stepping closer and sniffing at it.]

[pancakewitch]

[The sensation is almost ticklish making her pull her hand away for a moment before it lolls back into place, a faint murmuring coming from inside the leaves.]

[soloriens]

[Ears perk at the murmuring, so someone was in there! Well, now she'll lick at the hand with a tail wag.]

[pancakewitch]

[A little tickling she can handle but that's just too much. Soon the murmurs turn into giggling as she's tickled awake; blinking the sleep out of her eyes she pushes her head out of the pile of leaves.] Jiji, that tickl-- [whoops, that is not a tiny black cat.] Oh...hello there!

[m19_lover]

[So, guess who's finally done with being emo and whatnot? Because, damn, life moves on and all that jazz, so, better get a move on and look for a job, right? And quick because the supplies at his house aren't going to last forever and there's also the rent...

Hm? OK, there's a bow sticking out of this pile of leaves. This is awkward. So he's going to move the leaves to the side now and... Great. Another kid. He hopes he doesn't end up getting attached to this one too. But, better wake her up, right?]

Hey, girl, wake up. [Shakes your shoulder.]

[pancakewitch]

[Stifling a yawn she cracks an eye open at the sound of someone's voice and the hand on her shoulder. Through bleary eyes the shadowy figure leaning over her comes into focus, waking her up like a bucket of water tossed over her head. From the look of his suit he might be one of the train workers. Still half asleep she panics.] S-sorry sir, I didn't mean to stowaway on your train!

[m19_lover]

Hm? Hey, this is no train kid. Take a look around, would you?

[pancakewitch]

[True enough, she no longer seems to be tucked in a pile of hay on a train cart; sitting up she looks around to find herself in the middle of...somewhere.] That's odd....where did it go?

[teutonic_pruss]

[Having just woken up in Espoir, The Teutonic order is out wandering aimlessly when he stumbles across a hand and a bow sticking out of a pile of hay and leaves]

... [Crouches down. Pulls on the bow]

[pancakewitch]

[With a slight jerk she absently waves away whatever is pulling on her bow, a sleepy voice coming out of the leaves.] Not funny, Jiji...

[teutonic_pruss]

...[holds back his laughter. Tugs again on the bow]

I'm not Jiji.

[pancakewitch]

[Her waving hand pauses before tentatively touching the hand holding onto her bow. Yeah, that's definitely not her cat. Leaves tumble off of the pile as she pushes herself up to look at the source of the tugging. A little boy?] ...No, you're not.

[Readjusting her bow she looks around.] Where are we?

[periphrasing]

[She's just been exploring Somarium, really, and it just so happens that she comes across... a bow sticking out of a pile of leaves. Upon closer examination, there also seems to be a human hand.

Gleeeee. Chattering to herself absently--]

Ah, is this a murder scene? Or maybe it's just the severed hand of a victim, left behind by the murderer in order to sensationalize his acts! I've always wanted to touch a dead person's hand, you know? For one thing, it can't be anything like Kuru-nee's hand, and for another, the person is dead, so I'm sure they won't mind whatever I decide to do with the hand~

[Chatter chatter ramble ramble, she ambles forward cheerfully, and reaches down to tug at the hand.

A gleam when she realizes that it's still warm.] Oh, that's disappointing. The person's still alive! At least, it still feels warm. So unless it's a cooked hand, or a very recent murder, it's likely that the person is still alive. Aw, that's not nearly as much fun as a dead person's hand. For one thing, I can't stick it at Iza-nii's doorstep

[pancakewitch]

[If the tug on her hand didn't have her blinking awake with confusion the loud yell and sudden weight in the flurry of leaves certainly did. And then came the tickling. Groggy, confused and ticklish made for a very odd alarm clock. She's trying not to inhale any leaves while she's laughing.] S-stop!

[periphrasing]

[She laughs merrily, going in for the armpit poking.]

Only if you say the magic word!

[pancakewitch]

[Curling into a ball she tries to push away the other girl's hands] Please! I c-can't breathe!