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tvk2012-05-22 12:20 am
smothersome) wrote in tvk2012-05-22 12:20 am
[VIDEO/ACTION] First Dawn
[Waking up in a strange place was one thing. It was a place that was filled with the oddest of scents, so much so that the air itself felt different. The people around him were dressed in gaudy, revealing outfits, or clothes that constricted the body fiercely. He was lucky that so far, he had not come across any cars. Instead, his curious poking at the phone in his hands had caused the video to turn on. He was crouching on the ground, knees tucked up to his chest as he tosses the phone from hand to hand, seeing what the buttons do. So far, a few things have appeared on the screen.
The feed twirls a little, showing first him, then people around him - a woman in green; a small boy. There are the faint sounds of voices-
Mom, what's he doing?
I think he's from some fair or other. Probably a street performer.
Maybe he's escaped from an asylum!
For his part, Aengus paid it no heed, and when the dizzying twirl stopped, he had it set on his knees. Ah. This looks like it is doing something at least. Hm... The people had scattered, leaving him alone in what appeared to be a park. Curiosity only goes so far, after all. A look of concern was set upon his brow, though he tried to mask it with his usual winning smile.]
This is a place of which mine eyes have never before gazed upon.
'tis an unusual thing enough to sleep in the Brú and awaken yet somewhere new. What dost thou require of me? It must be a matter of some importance for you to have brought me here, unknown to any, and even so to myself.
At the least, it would be expected to leave a letter before me.
...I saw a name most familiar and beloved to me upon this. If it be not lying, o Diarmuid, then tell me now.
The feed twirls a little, showing first him, then people around him - a woman in green; a small boy. There are the faint sounds of voices-
Mom, what's he doing?
I think he's from some fair or other. Probably a street performer.
Maybe he's escaped from an asylum!
For his part, Aengus paid it no heed, and when the dizzying twirl stopped, he had it set on his knees. Ah. This looks like it is doing something at least. Hm... The people had scattered, leaving him alone in what appeared to be a park. Curiosity only goes so far, after all. A look of concern was set upon his brow, though he tried to mask it with his usual winning smile.]
This is a place of which mine eyes have never before gazed upon.
'tis an unusual thing enough to sleep in the Brú and awaken yet somewhere new. What dost thou require of me? It must be a matter of some importance for you to have brought me here, unknown to any, and even so to myself.
At the least, it would be expected to leave a letter before me.
...I saw a name most familiar and beloved to me upon this. If it be not lying, o Diarmuid, then tell me now.
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They're pretty dangerous for blobs.
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...once, a woman that I knew was turned into a puddle and later became a butterfly.
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[And then she blink and just... stares.]
... A... puddle?
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A small puddle of water. It is a rather interesting tale.
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O her deceptions! The story of Étaín spans many years, for Fuamnach's curses and lies were bitterly cast upon us.
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W-whoa... She does sound pretty horrible. Doing that to someone just because she's jealous...
[Video] Sob. ;; Again, sorryyyyy.
Midir took the delicate butterfly as a friend, and allowed it to accompany him - but in turn, Fuamnach sent the wind to throw her far away. A simple butterfly cannot resist the force of the wind and it was to I that she was carried. Poor soul, she was so shaken by the events that she had to stay with me for a long time.