[5] 23 Days Until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[It's been a weird start of the month for Bunny. What with Holly Peaks, then getting not one, but TWO people from his home world, one of which he assumed was long gone. All in the space of a week. To make matters worse, the castle had decided to do this on the very month where Easter was held.

He could have sworn the place had done it on purpose.

As is normal for him, instead of facing any of the worry and heartache Katherine's arrival has brought him, he's thrown himself into his work. It needs to be done, anyway, and it means he doesn't have to deal with his own feelings on the matter. It's win-win, really.

And so, anyone out in the gardens today will find red tulip-like flowers sprouting everywhere, look closely enough and there's a slight glow to them. A few flowers are also blooming, revealing small white eggs on spindly legs within them. The googies, freshly brought into the world, are all heading over to where Bunnymund is sitting, pots of paint beside him as he goes through the labourous task of painting each googie, then sending them down inside the safety of his burrow. To await their big day.

Of course, to those who don't believe in the Easter Bunny, they don't see him. As he paints, his journal is open beside him, so he can listen to the casual chatter of the residents, a splatter of paint occasionally hitting the page and soaking into the paper as he works]

That whole dodgy Holly Peaks mess put me behind schedule. It's not like I can access my realm here, y'know. Everything has to be done by paw. But if it thought it could put me off, then that plan went down the gurgler.

[Another paint splatter, then a sigh. He can't keep his mind off things as much as he'd like to] Anyhow mates. Have any of you heard about Jack Frost? Mother Goose?

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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He'll smile, pulling out a boomerang from his bandoleer, handing it over to her]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He smiles, picking up a nearby paintbrush, handing it over]

Feel free, the more eggs I get painted, the more I can hide, come Easter.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Something like that yeah.

And they're chocolate. The best chocolate you could ever want to eat, too.

[whistles_the_blues]

Well what are you willing to tell? I know there's a song about him but that seemed to strike a nerve.

[wolfchild]

Nymeria! Here!

[ Once Nymeria is behind her, she throws it at a tree. It just skims the branches before returning. ]

[billiardsplz]

Huh.

But does it really matter in this place? It's like saying you don't believe in talking horses, but lo and behold, talking horses. And they even have their own government system!

[storiestotell]

He must be very powerful to have the ability to control winter. [ Both of her eyebrows went up, clearly impressed by this information, even if her gaze never turned away from the egg she was painting.

But there was a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. If she didn't know any better, it sounded like Bunny had someone other than North to get into arguments with. ] And if North thinks well of him then he must be a good person. He's always been a good judge of character.

[hard_talker]

I've heard, from friends who got turned into cats. As for me, castle likes turnin' me into stuff made outta plastic for some stupidass reason.

[wizard_redfive]

Oh, lighten up! He doesn't seem that bad. [Her playful tone hint that she isn't taking Bunny seriously.]

Timeline troubles, huh? That's rough.

At least he's not eating them right the fuck now.

[snowstorms]

[Please, think of the children.

He paints a little santa hat on the top of his egg and studies it, not making eye contact. Eye contact tends to get a little awkward with a six foot tall pooka who could easily strangle you at any moment.]

No less than usual. [A pause.] But... I think there's something wrong with my powers. Even people who don't believe-- they can see me.

[scinlae]

[ Even if the greens Morgana stands out, the air about it haughty and distant, even in the green she dresses herself in she stands out. Almost like a fey from the stories.

She watches the flowers bloom, following the eggs as they hop and skip towards Bunny, a smile reaching her lips at the sight of him. Odd how such a creature she would not see ordinarily would bring her comfort, yet he does.

From behind him she reaches out to touch his shoulder softly. ]

You seem distracted, sir Rabbit. Tell me, are you preparing for your holiday?

dictated -> action

[heirofficium]

I'll hex you into a fur muffler before you can even try. Respect goes both ways, Peter Cottontail.

I'll be waiting.

[ And so, he shifts into Padfoot and makes his way up quickly, sitting on an inner edge patiently. ]

[revolter]

What will we get if we find them? At home they're usually made of chocolate.

[willrememberthat]

He's in a song! People should know.

that is good yes

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Good plan there, Jack. Still, Bunny frowns a little at that. Sworn in as a Guardian now, Jack's powers should work the same as his. Belief is power, believing is seeing.

...But]

It could be your loss. This place, it takes something from everybody who gets trapped here.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[His ears swivel in her direction before his head does, giving her a smile of greeting]

I am. I've got a lot of work to do. [He waves a paw at the patiently waiting eggs] They all need to be painted.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Maybe more than he knows. [Even Bunny is willing to admit that]

That, Katherine, is always a matter of opinion. North makes friends with dangerous wild animals.

foreva

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Hex? So you know magic. Ripper. [Sarcasm? Never.

Still, he'll head off to the roof, giving the snow a despondent look as he does so.

The sooner winter goes, the better]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

They should, but they don't. He's been invisible to a lot of people for a very long time.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

These are chocolate too. The best chocolate you'll ever taste, at that.

[scinlae]

You paint them by hand? On your own? [ She chooses to settle down beside him, tucking her skirts close. ]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

He bring winter to the world. Or parts of it. Snow, ice, that sort of thing.

He's a Guardian, like me.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He flashes her a grin]

See? You can throw it just fine. It comes back, doesn't it?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Some people have lived here for a while and still don't believe in me, even after I've talked to them. Seems living in a magical castle doesn't make people want to believe any more or less than usual.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...It can turn you into an inanimate object?