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mayfield_rpg2012-01-14 01:48 pm
then_there_were_none) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-14 01:48 pm
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7th--[Phone/Actionhaus]
[There is an indistinct grumbling sound for awhile before actual words can be made out on this particular line.]
...I thought being awake during the day was a good thing. Why did they wake me up when it was dark? I like the dark, but I had just gone to sleep!
[A pause.]
I found my wings. My other wings. They're in a box, under where the tree used to be.
[This is. So weird. You can hear it in her voice.]
[Later on at a more civilized hour, Flandre can be found on the couch where she had crashed after BLARING ALARMS made her fall out of bed. She's more awake this time, though--her wings seem to have red scarves or socks covering them, so they're quite warm.
Most importantly, though, is the thing in her hands--a staff, and a weird one. About the same size as a broomstick but oddly curved and bent, with a heart-shaped spade at both ends and holes that look rather like eyes cut out of each half of each spade. It's made of some dark, black material like cast iron and seems just as heavy as one would expect--Flandre's not actively carrying it, but resting most of its weight on the ground.
But she's talking in a very excited way to the end she is carrying, babbling in too-fast French like it can understand every word she says. But that, of course, would be silly--
--did it just move?]
...I thought being awake during the day was a good thing. Why did they wake me up when it was dark? I like the dark, but I had just gone to sleep!
[A pause.]
I found my wings. My other wings. They're in a box, under where the tree used to be.
[This is. So weird. You can hear it in her voice.]
[Later on at a more civilized hour, Flandre can be found on the couch where she had crashed after BLARING ALARMS made her fall out of bed. She's more awake this time, though--her wings seem to have red scarves or socks covering them, so they're quite warm.
Most importantly, though, is the thing in her hands--a staff, and a weird one. About the same size as a broomstick but oddly curved and bent, with a heart-shaped spade at both ends and holes that look rather like eyes cut out of each half of each spade. It's made of some dark, black material like cast iron and seems just as heavy as one would expect--Flandre's not actively carrying it, but resting most of its weight on the ground.
But she's talking in a very excited way to the end she is carrying, babbling in too-fast French like it can understand every word she says. But that, of course, would be silly--
--did it just move?]