[1] 87 Days Until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[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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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Yes. I'm aware. [Stupid cuddly fluffy bunnies everywhere] Last I checked, I had the same fur for a while.

[wizard_redfive]

Was my guess close? [Is your fur soft and brown?]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No. It's silver. [He'll doodle a few markings into the journal] Got me some darker markings, too.

1/2

[wizard_redfive]

Oh. [Well, that's somewhat of a letdown. Though how can she tell whether he's not just messing with her if she can't see?

...And she still doesn't know if his fur's soft or not.]

[wizard_redfive]

[She would never know if she didn't believe.

Sighing, Dairine closes her eyes for a moment, thinking back to the last time she believed in the Easter Bunny. Back before that innocent belief was used as an excuse to beat her up. Happier childhood memories. Cripes, she almost forgot she had those. Dairine tries to remember what that had felt like, believing so utterly in a creature she never saw. It wasn't so different than her certainty in wizardry or the Force. She just had to recreate that faith in the Easter Bunny.

And slowly, feeling a little foolish, she reaches out to where she thinks Bunny should be.

Her hand is probably a foot off, but it's the thought that counts.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny watches her in silence while she attempts to gather her faith, surprised when she finally stretches out her hand. Cautiously, because after all passing THROUGH someone is never a pleasant experience, he raises a paw to meet her hand]

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine makes a frustrated sound when she feels only thin air, annoyed because she KNOWS someone is there. She just knows it! Wait... what if he's shorter than her? He didn't exactly tell her what size he was.

She's just about ready to stoop down and try again, when her hand meets something solid. Dairine's eyes snap open to see a huge paw... grey fur... She looks up and up to find a Giant. Freaking. Rabbit.]

OK, yeah, you weren't kidding about the fur markings.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He'll smile a little as he realises she can see him]

Am I what you expected?

[wizard_redfive]

[And Dairine will take a step back. Because although he's obviously friendly enough, he's still FREAKIN' HUGE. It'll take a moment to get over the shock.

Sounding just a bit lost in wonder.] No, not at all.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He seems amused, at least, sitting back on his haunches so she doesn't have to crane her neck to look up at him]

I get that a lot. Card companies have a lot to answer for.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine gives a slight grin back.]

That’s commercialization for ya. Ruins everything.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Nothing worse than those cola ads. I wouldn't give North soda unless I wanted to try and peel him off the ceiling later.

[wizard_redfive]

Who's North?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Most humans know him as Santa.

[wizard_redfive]

Wait, you know Santa?

[IS THIS SOME SECRET CLUB SHE'S NEVER HEARD OF BEFORE?]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Only the best club ever]

I've known him for hundreds of years. I met him before he even became Santa, back when he was just a hoon kid.

[wizard_redfive]

Wow. A young Santa Claus... That's hard to imagine.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

We were all young once, y'know. You don't just start as a legend.

[wizard_redfive]

Well yeah, I know-- [She wasn't born a famous wizard either.] Wait, so you were young once too?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Of course I was.

...A long, long long time ago.

[wizard_redfive]

[A slight grin begins to form.]

Were you small and fluffy then?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[B|]

No.

[wizard_redfive]

[B)]

Reeeeally?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Really.

[Pause]

I wasn't that small. Or cute.

[Nope, his de powered form covers THAT one nicely]

[wizard_redfive]

[Pray that she never sees that form, for he will never hear the end of it.]

We were all small and cute once. At least that's what my Mom used to say.