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paradisa2013-03-08 06:22 pm
thatrabbitsdynamite) wrote in paradisa2013-03-08 06:22 pm
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[5] 23 Days Until Easter
[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?
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?
they are for ritual sacrifice and nothing more
I've said that for centuries.
Get into trouble yet? [Which is his subtle way of checking if Jack settled in okay]
At least he's not eating them right the fuck now.
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.
that is good yes
...But]
It could be your loss. This place, it takes something from everybody who gets trapped here.
would they ooze chocolate syrup if he did
[He looks up, paintbrush dripping white dots on the side of the egg.]
But-- how am I supposed to be a Guardian if I can't hide from the grown-ups? What if they think I'm a bad guy?
yes and it would be tragic
Most of them around here are alright. [A faint smile crosses his face] Some even believe in us.
lmao reminds me of a video of a toddler covered in chocolate syrup and it's ALL OVER THE HOUSE
Really? That's-- that's great! [That means more power for his friends, definitely. And the more power, the better they can protect the children and do what they're supposed to do.]
accurate description is accurate
It makes a change, that's for sure. [And lo. more power for Jack. Too late to go back now, little icicle bro, you took the Oath]
he'd be in so much trouble lol
Yeah--
[And then he sees his poor egg, which looks like it took a dive into the white paint. Jack smiles sheepishly.]
Oops.
so. much
Right. Cutting him some slack]
There are other colours. I know you don't see many of them, but there are.
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... I think I'm just going to start over. [So he grabs a new brush with pink on it-- as much as it hurts-- and tries again.]
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Try not to strain yourself.
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Very funny. This is just a part-time job for me.
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I'm sure you can manage taking things seriously for a couple of hours, Jack. If you try really hard.
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I'm trying! I'm trying! Look, I didn't even put snowflakes on it.
[He waves his paintbrush around and -- well, maybe there's paint being flicked in Bunny's direction.]
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Will you watch where you're waving that thing?