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at March 17th, 2011 (09:49 pm)

[[The duck-girl, currently in the form of a girl, can be found sitting on the steps of the castle entrance. Those who know her might note that she's being much ... well, much more still than she usually would be.

On her lap is a large old book of fairy tales with lavish illustrations. She's slowly thumbing through it, one page at a time, except for every so often, when she suddenly flips back to look at pages she's already looked at. She stares at the pictures with an almost exaggerated look of intent on her face, and then goes back to flipping through.]]

at November 7th, 2009 (05:23 pm)

current mood: curious

...Roo-wah?

[[A transparent MYTH-O can be spotted rolling through walls experimentally.]]

Whoa!

Mini-weapon~!

at August 23rd, 2009 (08:01 pm)

current mood: curious

[ In the middle of a hallway in the enchanted castle, a small form rustles beneath a pile of clothing - oddly enough, consisting of a large white sheet and something that resembles a

n inappropriate

costume.

After a momentary struggle with the layers, a little redhead pops her head up from within, a nurse's cap laying lop-sided on her little head and blinking curious blue eyes at her surroundings. ]

Where dis...?

[ ooc: Speariru has shrunk to a four year old. While looking for new clothes for her normal self. Yes. XD ]

Cuz she hasn't started any conversations since she came.

at August 23rd, 2009 (09:34 pm)

[[This witch is wandering, wearing the same dress she had as a twelve year old. Back when she wasn't so much actively running from the law, as being handed off like a baton. And therefore HADN'T CARRIED HER SPELLBOOK WITH HER. She was damning that decision now, as without it she felt unsafe. Another thing that she felt odd without was her pendant, she couldn't turn into a duck if need be without it so she just felt unhidden. She leans against a wall, thinking at least she had her broom. Her thoughts turn from the strangeness of being without some things, to her situation.]]

Well, obviously the shrinking was some mischevious elf, but the place... That arrow in my back must have made my magic act up, so I teleported here. If that's so, why are there children here..?

[[Her thoughts return to how she was when she was 12, being handed off from person to person, all because of a label as "magic user". They'd done the same to Fakir when he had been discovered as a storyspinner. If anyone had been loyal to the kingdom and royal family, it was Fakir, but the simple label landed him in the same world of being hunted as she was in. It just didn't seem _fair._]]

[OOC: Yeah... I don't know why she's angsting now of all times, it just came out of my hands while I wrote it.]]

ROO-WAAAAAH

at July 30th, 2009 (07:17 pm)

current location: castle halls
current mood: scared

[[MYTH-O zooms on his all-terrain treads through the halls of the castle, glancing frantically around with his binocular eyes, his shovel hands folding together.]]

ROO-WAAAAAH!?