paradisa | [1] 87 Days Until Easter

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[1] 87 Days Until Easter

[Bunnymund is quite used to having Weird Things happen to him. It's just what you deal with when you become a Guardian, and you need to roll with the punches. That's not to say he wasn't worried when he woke up in an actual bedroom in a place he'd never been before. Far from it. He was VERY worried.

It didn't help that his tunnels didn't get him anywhere familiar either. Still, he's held off on panicking completely until night has come, and Paradisa's big blue moon looms high in the sky. Anyone who believes in the existence of the Easter Bunny will see a 6'1 rabbit, standing on the roof, apparently having a conversation with the moon. A very one sided conversation]

Okay. I get that you have your cryptic ways and we just need to deal with them, but I really don't understand what I'm doing here. This isn't Earth, and I thought I was needed there more than anywhere. So if you could give me a few pointers, explain what you want me to do here? She'll be apples. [Silence] Anything at all. [Silence] No? Ripper. Thanks for nothing.

[Muttering a little darkly to himself, he finally opens the journal, watching the words form into it as he speaks. They might not be able to HEAR him, but he wonders if this stupid magical book will let them see the WORDS he speaks. Okay. Speaking to the mortals. He can do this]

I've been leafing through this magical book since I rocked up in this place, and I figure I've got most of this mess figured out. But I've got an important question. Why're you talking about New Years? Is it January here? [Because if it is, well, that's his prep time sliced MORE than in half]

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[Bunnymund isn't alone for long. The squeak of a door opening can be heard from the entrance to the roof as one red-headed ~~kid~~ teen steps out into the cold. Pulling her coat tighter for warmth, she walks over to her usual spot near the balcony and sits down, her closed journal placed next to her.

Time for some pensitive star gazing.]

[It's a kid! Bunny carefully wanders over, before the mess with Pitch, he'd have assumed ANY child could see him. But now? Well, now it's never a dead cert.

He'll give her a wave, just to try]

Hello?

[There's no reaction. Just a sigh as the girl looks up at the moon. It sure was pretty tonight.

Safe to say this kid doesn't believe.]

[Oh. Well, that's just sad. He feels that horrible sinking emotion that hit him back last Easter. It's not one he particularly enjoys.

Still, he'll heave out a sigh and move to sit next to her. Keeping an eye on her regardless]

Suppose I was expecting a bit too much.

[Oblivious, Dairine keeps star gazing. Cold winter nights were the best for watching the night sky. The cold air made it crisp and clear. She remembered Nita tells her about it once, when she was showing off her new telescope.

Neets...

Her expression becomes troubled. How long had it been since she had seen her sister? Or anyone from home? The Doctor was gone now, and he had been the only person she knew. Was the castle being cruel to her? Or had the Pullulus destroyed everything, leaving no one left for Paradisa to grab?

She breathes out an annoyed huff and rubs her face.]

Powers... I hate this.

[And that tugs on his heart strings, it really does. All he wants is to give her the hope he carries within him, because she seems so low on it. And it's not fair, children should HAVE hope. They deserve it. Hanging around her might help a little, at least]

That bad?

[Dairine is silent for a moment, before looking up and speaking to SomeOne she cannot see. Because although she can't hear Bunny, she's hoping at least SomeOne is listening.]

Look, I know you Powers that Be have more important things to do than listen to some mortal whine, but can't you spare a minute?

[Bunny will cast a glare at that still silent moon. Buddy you are failing so hard right now]

I think the powers that be have gone troppo right now. But I've always got a minute or two.

[This isn't working, he frowns, digging into his backpack and pulling out one of his paintbrushes. Then, carefully, he writes a 'yes' on the floor of the roof]

[Sadly, Dairine is staring UP not down, so it'll take a bit before she notices.]

When I took the Oath and agreed to work on Your behalf, I did not mean getting stuck in a pocket dimension indefinitely. [Pause.] There are no accidents, so I must be here for a reason. I get that. No matter what this place throws at me, I’ll take it because that’s my job.

But... do I have to do this alone?

[...Well, that's a story he can sure relate to. He'll cast her a sad look. To be alone, doing this...poor little blighter.

And does that mean HE'LL be alone? Certainly, he spends a great time alone in the Warren, but he hasn't been truly, honestly alone for centuries. To be cut off from the other Guardians completely...he doesn't relish the thought of returning to the lonely existence he once had before the Man in the Moon pulled him into the life he so cherishes now. Before he took the oath that bound him to the other Guardians...to the children of the world, for all eternity]

You're never alone. Not really.

[Except he was. For such a long time. He sighs, writing below the yes, certain she'd see it eventually]

'You're preaching to the choir'.

[No, she is not alone. But that's an entirely different can of worms. Dairine's on a roll now.]

There must be someone you could send. Neets? Filif? Roshaun? Heck, Carmela should be free, and she'd probably like a change. Or Tom-- [A horrified look passes on her face.] No, no, the Seniors would have lost their magic by now. He won't... He wouldn't remember me.

[Unless the castle brought him in from an earlier time, but that was too much to hope for.]

But that's what happens here. People leave, and they forget you.

[So little hope. It's sad, really. Bunny reaches out a comforting paw, which of course passes right through her]

You've got to have hope that it won't always be that way. That someone'll show up. Hopes what keeps to going, even when everything is at it's worst.

[After so long away from her family and friends, losing the people she cares about here, is it that surprising?

Then Dairine does something unexpected: she turns and looks at Bunny. Or rather through Bunny, as though someone aught to be sitting besides her but isn't. Bucky, the man who treated her like a sister, who she could always find up here. Bucky, who was practically family.]

They leave, and then they... [Nope, she can't say it. Her throat tightens up, and her eyes sting with tears. Dairine lets out a little hiccuping sob before curling in on herself and crying for real.]

[He'll watch her, highly unhappy he can't physically comfort her. What was the point of bringing him here if most of the kids couldn't even SEE him? How was he supposed to protect, to bring hope to them if they didn't even know he was there]

Poor little ankle biter.

[He considers, before placing a paw on the rooftop, wiping away some of the snow and concentrating. It took a few tries, after all his strength here is not the same as at home. But eventually, impossibly, a peony blooms on the roof next to Dairine]

[It's a rare sight, Dairine crying. Some people might think she never cries. Normally she's stronger, braver, puts up a tough front. It's only when no one's around that Dairine ever lets herself break down. She'd hate for people to see her like this.

When she hears the sound of snow scraping away, Dairine freezes. 'Is someone nearby?! Ohgodohgod.' After one last sniffle, Dairine pulls herself together, drying her eyes on her sleeve. She glances around nervously, hoping no one saw her. Her gaze instead lands on the lone peony.]

Huh? [That wasn't there when she sat down. Bemused, Dairine scoots around to get a closer look.]

[Isn't it a beautiful flower? Full of the promise of spring and hope. And now she's closer to the roof itself, bunny will carefully draw an arrow in the snow to the words he wrote earlier.

See, yo have an invisible friend, isn't that fun

Or maybe you're insane, whichever]

[Yes, it's nice, though out of season. Very strange. The arrow catches her eye, and she follows it towards the painted words.

Paint? That definitely wasn't there before. She reaches out to tap at the words, testing how dry it might be.]

Hello?

[They're pretty wet, and next to them another painted word appears:

G'day]

[They were new. Was the castle trying to communicate with her? But that seemed unlikely. Usually Paradisa talks through telepathy, not writing. Someone invisible then?

Still confused, Dairine goes with her standard wizard's response.]

I am on errantry, [is she on errantry anymore? it's hard to tell] and I greet you.

[Fancy words indeed, it reminds Bunny of someone he hasn't seen for a good long time, and it gets a chuckle out of him. Still, he'll brush some more snow out of the way to continue painting his words on the roof]

Thanks. Could be why I'm here, too.

[Then, after a pause:]

Name's Bunnymund.

[Watching the snow move on its own is... disconcerting. But it definitely rules out the castle being behind this.]

Are you new?

[ Definitely not a magical castle at work here as more words appear:]

Just arrived.

[Well! That clears things up.]

Have you gotten the Paradisian introduction yet?

Sorta.

[Ugh this is so difficult. Now he knows how Sandy must feel. So, he carefully writes again]

I can talk through the journals.

Have any questions?

Oh! Alright. [Dairine grabs her journal and opens it.] Better?

Action-y if that's all right

that is totally ok

whee!

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