boredom strikes back
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castle_perraultIt's been a week. Mom's not here, Leader Wattson's not here--nobody they know's here, except for Sparks, who came with them.
There's also not a lot of adults. Or people living here in this castle-palace at all.
Or a way down. They looked all the way around the castle, but there's no stairs or cable cars or anything. This must be a really far away mountain.
They're a little upset nobody told them they'd be here. (They might've cried a little, by themselves. Maybe.) But they are here, and they can't find their way home again, so this is just the start of their journey, that's all. There's so much to explore! And all this snow stuff to play with! So it's not that bad.
Shouldn't have got so mad at Sparks, they guess. It just wanted to play with everything, and nobody seems to own any of it for real--or nobody who cares enough to go find them and demand an apology, which is the same thing really.
So, naturally--to them, if nobody else--this means they're going to play with all of it, too.
And by play, they mean chuck stuff off the Edge and watch it all float through the clouds (like paper and cloth scraps) or plummet into the darker clouds below (like the cups and broken chairs and fallen branches from the garden). They've got a whole pile of stuff they gathered.
Sparks thinks they're being weird, but...
...there is something satisfying about watching things disappear like that. So he's there too, occasionally nosing a piece of something-or-other from the pile off the Edge, too.
There's also not a lot of adults. Or people living here in this castle-palace at all.
Or a way down. They looked all the way around the castle, but there's no stairs or cable cars or anything. This must be a really far away mountain.
They're a little upset nobody told them they'd be here. (They might've cried a little, by themselves. Maybe.) But they are here, and they can't find their way home again, so this is just the start of their journey, that's all. There's so much to explore! And all this snow stuff to play with! So it's not that bad.
Shouldn't have got so mad at Sparks, they guess. It just wanted to play with everything, and nobody seems to own any of it for real--or nobody who cares enough to go find them and demand an apology, which is the same thing really.
So, naturally--to them, if nobody else--this means they're going to play with all of it, too.
And by play, they mean chuck stuff off the Edge and watch it all float through the clouds (like paper and cloth scraps) or plummet into the darker clouds below (like the cups and broken chairs and fallen branches from the garden). They've got a whole pile of stuff they gathered.
Sparks thinks they're being weird, but...
...there is something satisfying about watching things disappear like that. So he's there too, occasionally nosing a piece of something-or-other from the pile off the Edge, too.
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Date: 2017-01-15 07:40 pm (UTC)That's only entertaining for so long, so eventually he moves to another hiding place. He sticks his arm--only his arm--out of the faint shadow near their feet, grabbing a broken mug and flinging it down. And if they don't notice that, somehow, he'll go on tossing more things, as just an arm.
It's exactly the kind of dumb scare he loves. Hahaha.
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Date: 2017-01-15 08:00 pm (UTC)Frisk shrieks before they even register that that's an arm down there, just that there's something moving and they dart away from the edge and the pile.
Sparks' instincts roar at him to bite and to flee at the same time, which leads to the sight of the pup snapping at thin air and toppling over tangled feet.
so old
Date: 2017-02-26 10:18 pm (UTC)"Why are we doing this?"
Ha. Hahah.
vOv
Date: 2017-02-26 11:21 pm (UTC)Sparks gets himself upright again and growls at the arm, since he can see it best; it's moving, after all. He sends a (weak) bolt of electricity at it to make it stop.