OOM: The Clothes Make the Man
After thoroughly embarrassing herself in front of Lohengrin, Autor holds her cloak shut and staggers up the stairs. She grips the banister and tries not to slide back down the steps, gritting her teeth. How those girls do ballet, I have no idea, she thinks, as she grits her teeth against a fresh wave of nausea.
'Moving is difficult' was not a side-effect the boy-turned-girl expected.
Once she manages to stumble to her room, she drops her cloak to the floor. Then she digs into the bundle Bar gave her for the Goldkrone Academy's girl's dress. The boy's uniform she's currently wearing is a little too recognizable--and it's a tiny bit too large, besides.
After setting the dress on the bed, she lifts a lacy contraption between two fingers and holds it out at arm's length. "The hell is this?" she says, marveling at the pitch of her voice.
It only takes her a few seconds, of course, to recognize what it is, and why Bar gave it to her. But that's long enough to shriek and toss it in the corner--which unbalances her just enough to tip over.
This... is quite possibly the worst idea I've ever had.
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OOM: I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Autor doesn’t do goodbyes. He prefers to simply fade in and out of people’s peripheral vision, leaving just the barest imprint that he was there at all. At the end of his trip to Lunar, though, he finds he’d be remiss if he’d just left everyone without saying something--a change he finds terribly unsettling.
Plus, he has the impression they’d drag him back by his ears.
So, in an effort to put off the inevitable, he dawdles in the markets on his final shopping trip. He picks up his carpet, of course. A ring, a slew of books, and some giga wasp venom. Then a few potions of floatation and pain reduction. Some giga ant eggs, truffles, and a little bauble he’d put an order in for weeks ago.
And a present or two for the Lunarian residents. The most difficult farewell was to Majesty Lemia, of course. Followed by the children, whom he gifts with little trinkets and croissants. The next set of farewells are to Jessica, Master Mel, Nash--the latter of whom receives a smirk. And Rabastan, of course, with his ever-confusing lady-friend, Elea.
Pockets empty and goodbyes said, Autor hesitates before following Mia through the door to Milliways. But only for a moment.
Plus, he has the impression they’d drag him back by his ears.
So, in an effort to put off the inevitable, he dawdles in the markets on his final shopping trip. He picks up his carpet, of course. A ring, a slew of books, and some giga wasp venom. Then a few potions of floatation and pain reduction. Some giga ant eggs, truffles, and a little bauble he’d put an order in for weeks ago.
And a present or two for the Lunarian residents. The most difficult farewell was to Majesty Lemia, of course. Followed by the children, whom he gifts with little trinkets and croissants. The next set of farewells are to Jessica, Master Mel, Nash--the latter of whom receives a smirk. And Rabastan, of course, with his ever-confusing lady-friend, Elea.
Pockets empty and goodbyes said, Autor hesitates before following Mia through the door to Milliways. But only for a moment.
OOM: A Tale of Two Cities
Pain never used to bother Autor, not really. He didn't dwell much on his or others'--there was no point wasting the time when he had so much work to be done.
But then Lohengrin flinched and Rabastan cried, so now the boy is looking back at other ponds he may or may not have made waves in. To his chagrin, he found a few. Even worse, he found some storms ready to burst.
So he put off his work and scoured the library for a solution. He devoured poetry after poetry book, history after history, and found nothing. As much as it irritates him, he's out of his depth. He knows he needs to turn to a person with experience in these matters.
Someone who knows him, but is disconnected from the situation. Someone who can't possibly guess who else is involved. Someone who happens to be walking right beside him at the end of a long day.
"Majesty Lemia?" he asks hesitantly, and then straightens his posture. "You have a great deal of experience in diplomatic negotiations, do you not?"
But then Lohengrin flinched and Rabastan cried, so now the boy is looking back at other ponds he may or may not have made waves in. To his chagrin, he found a few. Even worse, he found some storms ready to burst.
So he put off his work and scoured the library for a solution. He devoured poetry after poetry book, history after history, and found nothing. As much as it irritates him, he's out of his depth. He knows he needs to turn to a person with experience in these matters.
Someone who knows him, but is disconnected from the situation. Someone who can't possibly guess who else is involved. Someone who happens to be walking right beside him at the end of a long day.
"Majesty Lemia?" he asks hesitantly, and then straightens his posture. "You have a great deal of experience in diplomatic negotiations, do you not?"