[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]

[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.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He wull do his utmost to keep it from EVERYONE]

Not me. Not pookas. [They totally start out small and cute]

[wizard_redfive]

[Just you wait until the entire castle population is depowered again, Bunny. JUST YOU WAIT.]

Say it in the Speech. [Because she don't believe that for one minute. Except for one thing...]

So you're a pooka. That explains a lot.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[All the angry tears]

Say it in what Speech?

[Though that last part..boy does that make him pause. Because no one knows of the pookas. No one remembers them, aside from a handful of immortals]

...You know what a pooka is?

[wizard_redfive]

Wizard's Speech. [She waves it off.] Don't worry about it, it's just a phrase.

[Pookas are Irish mythology. The Irish wizards haven't forgotten.]

Sort of, though I suspect my type of pooka is rather different than yours.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Oh. Wizard things, he'll leave that to North. And yes, they are, certainly, not the same as the giant rabbits who came to the Earth to protect it, but likely one inspired the other]

Try me.

[wizard_redfive]

[Oh, the other Pookas are very much real, though they might have been named after the alien rabbits. Who knows?]

Pookas are an Irish shape-shifter. They can take many forms, but prefer those of a dark-furred horse, goat, rabbit, or large dog. There are a number of different takes on them. Some see them as ambivalent nature spirits, others as demons.

Most are mischievous creatures, pranking human travelers, but sometimes they can sometimes be dangerous, even deadly.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Well...it was a little too much to wish for. Bunny's quiet for a moment, before exhaling, gathering himself back together. Closing that old wound before it has the opportunity to open properly]

Not really the same thing. Except for maybe the nature spirit part. I bring spring to the world, after all.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine notices, but doesn't realize the significance. Still, she asks the next question gently, though she is very curious. Wouldn't want to offend the giant bunny rabbit after all.]

Oh? What are Pookas like in your world?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[It takes him a while to reply. Sorting through memories he's partially buried. More for his own sanity and feelings than for anything else. Eventually, though, he exhales]

Pookas ar-were creatures that existed at the beginning of the universe. It was our job to guard the light that came from there, taking it to planets that could use it. To encourage life, and nature, to watch over everything.