Entries tagged with !theme: 2012-04

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( slightly backdated to april's theme! ) oo2 ☾ ❝ sleeping beauty... ❞

Deep within the silent woods the princess has laid since she was young. Her finger pricked by a cursed needle, she was doomed to sleep. The kingdom had long sinced mourned her eternal slumber, believing she would never wake from her fate, her body now set up as some sort of memorial.

She looked at peace, her hair spread out neatly framing her face, and flowing outwards alongside her still body. Flower petals were scattered around her, seeming like they were almost frozen in place, just like the princess they rested near.

It seemed as though there were nothing more than rumours on how to wake her, and nothing so far had worked...

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☄ let down your hair

You find yourself standing beneath a dark, clouded sky, with a great tower rising before you. A forbidding sight, so at first it's easy to overlook one aspect of the scene that seems somehow out of place.

Yet if one is observant, one may notice that there's a long, unbound skein of silver hanging down one side of the building, from an open window that's quite high up (the 67th Floor, to be precise). In that high chamber, Sephiroth sits waiting, thoughtful and even a little wistful. He isn't supposed to let his hair down without being ordered to do so, but he tires of his seclusion here, and of following orders.

The doors and lower windows of the tower cannot be entered, sealed by some force, and guarded. There appears to be no viable way to enter, other than that strange, pale, silver fall of hair.

So, do you climb it?

[[OOC: The tale of Sephpunzel. Relevant image. If you'd like to be already in the story or play some character other than the rope-climber, be my guest!

You can also request child Sephiroth (

pinnaculum) instead of adult Sephiroth, but I'll default to adult if not specified otherwise.]]

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❀ diamond in the rough, a flower blossoming in the slums

Perhaps getting thrown down here was part of the plan. The great quest. The attempt to woo sweet Agrabah princess, or just fetch what that weird rug merchant asked you to get.

More likely this particular stop wasn't on the itinerary. Boy is that Saucer of Wonders picky! The moment you--or a faithful but not always reliable animal companion--got distracted by something shiny, it was down the hatch to a natural desert prison, surrounded on all sides by quicksand. There's evidence that people have been here...and evidence they died here. You're not about to find anyone alive and kicking in the rundown shacks anytime soon.

Look long enough, though, and you'll find a dusty watering can lying on its side. The weathered metal has certainly seen better days, but maybe it could be cleaned up with a little polish?

Or maybe you're more interested in the "water" part of "watering can". This is a desert, after all.

Pick it up?

[ No? But thou must! Not much is going to happen until that can's picked up, and Aerith might get a bit impatient if your character ignores her. Oh yes, indeed, she's in there as the Genie.

In a little spin on the theme, I'm using the Disney take rather than the classic version itself. Also, if you want to find the watering can in a completely different place to better fit your own character's quest, that's fine! (And I do mean completely different, never underestimate the power of cosmic ...powers.) The Gold Saucer/Corel Prison just happened to suit the Cave of Wonders sequence nicely. ]

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oo2 ❄ I've got friends locked in boxes, that's no way to live

[ They were five-and-twenty artificial soldiers. One through twenty-four a perfect set, prized by their creator and the ruler they served, and he the last, the one built of spare and scrap left over from the rest.

Many a time, he had considered this an utterly unconscionable cruelty - that he should have been made, at all, of inferior metal and unfinished, as he was. With one whole leg missing, he would never be able to match his brethren in prowess or efficiency as a weapon, but somehow not even such a glaring deficiency had spared him this fate of inadequacy. So much as his inferiority had isolated and internally embittered him, though, over the years, it had also made him determined.

As all living things, even machines, were given to the will to survive, he had developed a fearsome dedication to proving himself useful to spite his innate failings. While the other soldiers marched off to fight, to pursue the grandest quests at the behest of their leader, he would stay behind - standing guard vigilantly at the gate of the great tower wherein their ruler resided, until the inevitable return of those (fewer and fewer than) twenty-four. It was from here that he would watch over what that he could, ever diligent, still close enough that should he be needed for any menial task, it would be no trouble at all to call on him, but neatly tucked out of the way, in the meantime, leaning on the long rifle at his side as a crutch only in the instances when his precarious balance failed him.

Ordinarily, that was. He would stand still and stalwart as a statue through rain and wind and drifting snow, unflinching (lest one look closely enough to discern the slightest shift), but on this perfectly pleasant Spring day, his post stood curiously vacant.

They wouldn't miss him, he'd thought, for one evening of absence. He would hurry back just as quick as he could, once he'd had done with his business in the city. (And on this point, he was very gravely serious with himself, for he'd heard the infrequent gossip among the passersby who oft visited his grand benefactor, always talk of putting him to better use by melting him down for spare parts. A fate anyone should wish to avoid.) But the draw of this particular sight had been impossible to resist.

Not three days had passed since the parade procession had marched past his well-worn divot in the stone of the tower courtyard, the traveling band of circus performers still every bit as bright and vividly colorful in his memory, now. On the whole, such a distraction would not usually have been enough drawn him away from his sworn duty - but among the rabble he had glimpsed one most elegant performer. A dancer, of some sort, he'd imagined, not so worldly as to know the proper term. A dancer who swept and spun so gracefully on tiptoe, one foot on the ground, it was almost like floating.

Since then, he'd become fixated on the brief memory, certain that if only he could learn to be so capable, as he was, then surely he'd be allowed to prove himself on the battlefield just like the others. And it was with this in mind that he set out on the city streets, moving as inconspicuously as a one-legged, mechanical soldier could. ]

[ ooc: All aboard the tl;dr express for a very special rendition of The Steadfast Tin Soldier (summary in case you're already tired of those deer), starring Mini Cloud as the eponymous soldier and... everybody else, as either the ballerina or the goblin or one of the other soldiers or literally anything else you can possibly imagine.

Of course, it's up to individual discretion whether or not this version ends up as horribly as the original. :3c ]

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Glass Mountain

There once was a king whom possessed a beautiful and talented daughter of whom he was very proud and more than a little possessive of, but as things go, he knew he had at least make a show of trying to marry her off. So he found a large mountain made entirely of glass and installed his daughter at the top of it within a golden castle. Outside the castle, upon the summit of the mountain was planted a tree which produced golden apples. To gain admittance into the castle, one had to pick one of the apples from the tree.

The task sounded deceptively simple when the king spoke of it, saying whomever managed to gain the summit and then gain admittance to the castle would gain not only his daughter but his kingdom once he passed away. Thus a great many attempted to scale the mountain and unfortunately they soon found out the task was no where near as easy or simple as it seemed. The continued painful (and sometimes fatal) failures pleased the king and he sat content on his throne. One day the king's adviser came to him and told him of a knight whom had made it easily over half way up the mountain before turning away to go back down. He advised that if the king truly desired to keep his daughter for himself that there should be put a guardian to watch over the summit of the mountain and the tree.

The king agreed and tasked the man to produced him such a guardian, thus the adviser produced a massive winged beast akin to an eagle and set it to keep watch over the tree and the mountain's summit. When the golden knight arrived again, he made it so close, so close to the mountain's top, but before he could take it and thus make it to the tree, the beast was upon him, causing his horse to rear and the two, man and horse fell all the way down the mountain to perish at its base along with all those whom had tried before.

And so the princess remained trapped within the golden castle still.

[ooc: Decided to intro the lady in with a theme post, Seph's the princess, the king is the President and the adviser is Hojo. Feel free to join in as one of the staff serving the princess, or even the king, or as one of those seeking to win/free the princess from the mountain. The story, twisted to serve my ends is right here ]

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Tinderbox

On his way home from a foreign land, a young man with a retinue of three meets an old witch. The witch asks the young man to climb down into a hollow tree. Inside, she says, he'll find three rooms: one filled with copper, one with silver, and one with gold. Each room will be guarded by a dog. In the first room, the dog will have eyes the size of teacups. In the second, it will have eyes the size of mill wheels. The third dog will have eyes each the size of the Round Tower.

She gives him an apron and instructs him to pick up each dog and lay it on the apron and then help himself to as many coins as he wishes. In exchange, she merely wants a tinderbox, which her sister left last time she was down there.

The young man agrees, leaves his retinue to keep company with the witch and climbs down into the tree.

Inside he finds the three rooms with the three dogs with enormous eyes, exactly as the witch said, and he fills his pockets with coins. He leaves the tree and asks the witch what she wants with the tinderbox. She says it's none of his business. He says, "Tell me, or I'll have your head chopped off."

She says, "No." And he orders one of his retinue to chop her head off.

He takes the best room at the best inn in the nearest city -- a city which is home to a beautiful princess who lives in a copper palace and is never allowed to see anyone but the king because it has been foretold that she will marry a foreign man -- and he spends every coin he has on food and entertainment.

One night, he uses the witch's tinderbox to light a candle, and the dog with eyes as big as teacups appears and says, "What is my master's command?" He promptly asks for more money, and the dog fetches him a sack of coins. After some experimentation, he learns that if he strikes the tinderbox once, the dog with copper coins comes. If he strikes twice, the dog with silver comes. And if he strikes three times, the dog with gold coins comes.

One night, the young man decides he wants to see the princess who no one ever sees, so he summons the dog with eyes as big as teacups and commands him to bring him the princess. In seconds, he returns with the princess on his back, asleep.

ooc: This is the tale the above is from, feel free to be the princess or one of the trio traveling with the young man (Rufus).

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☄ The First Day || No Strings Attached (Er, Pinocchio)

[ Once upon a time... or something to that extent. Seriously, why do we always gotta start with that?

( Anyway, cutting to the chase, there once this magician, people liked to call him. )

( ooc: Because I'm horrible, here's a spin on Pinocchio. With Roxas having come just at the start of Day One of his simulation days, these are the last of his ties to the Organization come to life in a dream. Not that he'll realize it. Feel free to hop in as one of the other puppets. Will they try to stop him or will they be gun ho to go with? Or maybe you want to hop in as the puppeteer catching him dead in the act. Or even a nosy fan or someone who got lost trying to find the bathroom- or something. Yep.

P.S. Ah-hahaha;;; Don't mind the tl;dr.

P.P.S. Mods, if you'd put in a Roxas tag, I'd really appreciate it. |D;;; )

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first case

[Once upon a time...or. Well. Right now, anyway.

There is a knight, whose exploits are well-known across the land. He is a strange knight, owing no allegiance to either king or kingdom, and only taking on quests that he deems interesting. He is well-known, though, for his cunning and skill, and for his keen perception that some people, lamentably, mistakenly refer to as magic. He is one of the most sought-after knights anywhere, though good luck trying to get him to accept your quest.

Perhaps you are one of the people who've sought him out in hopes that he'll accept yours. Perhaps you're on a quest yourself, and you just so happen to bump into him. Perhaps you are a villain, for after all, every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain. Perhaps you are an ally of his. The possibilities are endless.

After all, every fairy tale needs not only a good old-fashioned villain, but a good old-fashioned hero, right?

Too bad Sherlock Holmes isn't the usual sort of hero you'd expect from a fairy tale.]

((OOC: Right, so! Does your fairy tale need a knight? Sir Sherlock Holmes, consulting knight, is here to provide all your knightly needs! Unfortunately he is a very arrogant one who will only take interesting quests, but he gets results. Feel free to stick him in any scenario at all, like a princess rescue or a search for something lost or a quest to kill the evil wizard, anything at all! So long, of course, as it's interesting.

And if you haven't filled it out yet, please fill out the permissions post here!))

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The Bird of Truth

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom named ShinRa. It was an ailing land, for the king had been unwise and had used the resources of his land without a thought for the future. Much of the countryside was growing bare, and the people were weary and sad, though the king's soldiers assured that they didn't stop working.

The king had no heir, and he could have no children, so he asked the wizards of the land to make a perfect child for him, a child who could carry on his legacy and save his land. Whichever wizard made the most perfect child would become the court wizard, a position which carried with it much power and esteem.

The wizards created children of crystal, children of gold, and children of sunlight and moonlight, beautiful children and wise children, but the king wasn't pleased with these and had them sent away. Maybe they became great heroes, but this story does not speak of them. It was the wizard Hojo who decided to make a child of dark magic, the kind that most wizards know to stay well away from, for it can create horrible things: the magic of nightmares. The child's name was Sephiroth. His hair was of silver and his eyes shone like emeralds, and he could kill a man just by touching him, if he chose. For all that, he looked more or less like an ordinary child, and the king was pleased. Here was an heir who could fight his wars and restore his kingdom to its former glory.

The child was innocent, obedient, and perfect (but is anyone ever really perfect?) and to preserve him as he was, the king kept him in the castle, surrounded by tutors and servants. He learned many things, but the king ordered the tutors to teach Sephiroth only the things he wanted him to know.

But one day, a black bird and a white bird came to sit on Sephiroth's window, and they sang to him. Sephiroth liked the singing, so he opened his window for the first time (it was sealed shut, but he was very strong), and the birds hopped in. Sephiroth gave them some crumbs from his dinner, and the birds were pleased with this, and they became his first friends.

The birds told him all they knew about the world, many things that Sephiroth had never heard of before, and he became eager to learn more. He wanted to know about everything, especially about himself and where he had come from. "We don't know everything," said the black bird. "But you can ask the Bird of Truth," said the white bird, helpfully. "Though nobody knows where it is," the black bird concluded dourly.

Sephiroth concluded that the best way to learn everything would be to find this Bird of Truth and ask it some questions. He escaped from the castle by leaping down from the window that he had opened and landing lightly on the ground. One problem with the king creating a perfect child was that he was perfectly able to escape.

After he had run away from home, Sephiroth traveled through all the lands and had many adventures, and whenever he met someone new, he asked them politely, "Excuse me, do you know where I can find the Bird of Truth?"

[[OOC: Based on this story, but obviously changed a great deal and fused with Sephiroth's story. Any kind of character who wants Sephiroth to encounter them on his quest (in any capacity) is welcome.

Prose or actionspam replies both loved! Replies will come from

pinnaculum, my Tinyroth account.]]

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Hansel and Lethel

The twists and turns of the forest are long, secretive, and closed. But in this one small clearing, there is a house made entirely of sweets. Gingerbread forms the walls, adorned with enormous pieces of candy. The pillars and lampposts outside are peppermint, while the bushes grow marshmallows and slices of pie and cake. Even the paving stones of the pathway are rock candy. A river of pure dark chocolate flows lazily alongside the house, hot enough to be molten.

It's clearly a haven for children. In fact, a girl with pink hair and wearing a soft dress sits comfortably amid the wafer candy grass and nibbles at a handful. She looks up and smiles at the newcomer. Something about the smile is a bit too cold for her greeting, but with so much candy nearby, there's plenty to distract from the expression.

"Come over and try some," she invites. "You can eat enough to have a full stomach." This is a rare and precious thing, in a poor kingdom like this one. "Don't worry, I live here with my sister."

(ooc: story can be looked up here. Lethe is working for the witch to lure travelers in return for herself and Mnemosyne not being eaten.)

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Trick 001 | Kaito Kuroba | Kaito and the Beanstalk

[ This fairytale is easy enough to recognize by the giant beanstalk that's sprouted out of the ground and reaches through the heavens. He's already easily made his climb up to the giants lair and is just slipping into the oversized castle to get a good look around. The room huge and in a corner there is a huge table where a bright re light is shining so brightly Kaito can't help up be drawn to the light's stunning beauty and using a grappling hook to easily reach the top of the table to see what's emitting such an intense light. ]

[ On a small pedestal encased in glass there is a stone about the size of his fist bursting with red light and cloaking everything it's rays to give it a pink-ish tint as it rotates. Kaito moves closer to the stone and stops just in front of it, watching curiously. Suddenly the ground shakes and there are thundering crashes coming from the other room and Kaito scrambles to hide behind a candlestick as the giant comes into the room looking around for something. ]

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001

Conan didn't know how, but somehow he had arrived in a village that could only be described as quaint and European. He privately wondered if this was part of one of his mother's elaborate pranks.

But regardless of how he had arrived here and where he was, there was still a crime to solve. It had been tricky gathering the evidence, but nothing beyond his skills. Now there was only the deduction show to finish. He turns and points at one of the suspects.

"The murderer is you! You betrayed and killed your brother here in order to take his place as heir to the kingdom! But you made a mistake! You failed to realize that there was a witness to your crime!"

He ignores the shocked whispers of the onlookers around them.

"Yes! The golden goose saw everything!"

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Spell 003 | Harry Potter | Sleeping Beauty

[ To anyone that has ever seen a picture of Hogwarts for read a decent description which probably wouldn't be too many people really, would recognize that the castle in this dream is undoubtedly the school for witchcraft and wizardry. It's a little different though as a forest of thorns have sprouted up all around it and make it quite inaccessible. ]

[ Nevertheless, the young Gryffindor who is having the dream can be seen fighting his way through the thorns wielding a mighty sword as he chops the thorns out of his way and tries to make a path to the castle. The sword, to anyone that maybe have read the books in their worlds will recognize that Harry is brandishing the sword of Gryffindor. ]

[ He's on a great and near impossible quest to rescue the princess at the top of the tower. In his dream That tower is the North Tower that the divination classes take place in. He doesn't seem to think much about these changes to his school as the fuzzy logic of dreams is enough to convince him all is as it should be. ]

(( ooc: So! You can either play the part of the 'Princess' Harry is set to rescue or you can be an ally he meets along the way or an enemy to stop him from reaching his goal. Otherwise, assume the princess he's rescuing is Cho Chang. ))

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001 | Beware the Jabberwock

Alice had been wandering the halls of the dark and deserted museum for quite some time. Long enough, in fact, that when she paused in front of a glittering display of medieval armaments to collect her thoughts (and indeed, any clues as pertaining to the trail that she had been following and once again lost) she realized that she had traversed far more grounds than the museum should actually be able to offer. And since when had the museum in Ekoda featured such an exhibit...?

"`twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe."

A voice intoned solemnly from beyond the reaching shadows, and Alice's head whipped around to try and locate the speaker but she was alone. The skin on the back of her neck prickled in alarm and Alice reached slowly for the gun tucked up to her back. Something wasn't right.
There was flash of white in the periphery of her vision, a fluttering of pale fabric disappearing around a corner. Alice spun neatly on her heel, hair flaring out behind her and chased after the figure, only to turn the corner and abruptly find herself at a dead end. alone. Warm breath ghosted across her ear and the faint sound of laughter followed. There was no one beside her, but still the voice continued:

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"

Alice reached once again for her gun, but found nothing there. Her gaze was drawn to her side, where a long, thin blade lay affixed to the wall, strangely without any sort of plexiglass barrier between them. She traced a finger along its edge and pulled back to examine the fine welling of blood on her fingertip with a clinical expression.

"He took his vorpal sword in hand." She murmured curiously to herself, and took the sword down from the wall.

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.006 These Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep

Once upon a time, for all good stories start with once upon a time, there was a great forest. It stretched on for days, for countries, for unclaimed fairy tale after unclaimed fairy tale in fact. This was the Great Wood, the Olde Wood, the Place Where All Things Start. This was the forest of all the old tales and it will ever be, until men are legends that dogs tell each other around the fires at night. Everything lives in the depths of these woods and nothing at all. Be careful what you whisper when you go into the dark for even the trees are listening and stories have a way of happening here whether you want them to or not.

Deep in the darkness, in one of the less traveled spots, there lives a wolf. The Wolf, if you will. For he is the Big Bad, the Howler at the Door, the Winter Wolf, the Devourer, the Nightmare That Creeps In Windows, the Child's Warning and, occasionally, the Huffer and Puffer, though he's taken to outsourcing the last one after one particularly embarrassing incident involving a hay allergy. He's the wise talking beast or the prehistoric feral fear. He is, in short, whatever your story needs him to be.

Don't expect him to be particularly pleased or even helpful about it though. He's been doing this job for a while now and he's getting sick of getting yanked out of rolling in dead animals just so that he can trot his fuzzy butt over to make menacing, half-assed attempts at your basket of treats and God help you if he has to dress in old lady drag One More Time!

OOC: so. Here's Cloud to provide all your Big Bad Wolf TM needs. Or frankly, the forest isn't above dragging him in to take over any animal need. There appears to be a shortage of fairy animals going around at the moment, something about better paying jobs in Hollywood. Does your story need a talking bear? Suddenly you've got a snarky wolf as your guide. Your brothers got the mill and all you got was a cat? Well, it's a wolf now and it's not happy about having to wear boots or do all your work for you, you dolt. Need that straw spun into gold by morning? Looks like you're duck out of luck. Wolves can't spin, though he does a very impressive cats cradle if you give him enough yarn and tie the knots for him. Point being, if your fairy tale has an animal of any sort in it, you've now got a very grumpy wolf who can't say 'not interested' the way he'd really rather. And, of course, he's still here for all your big bad wolfish metaphorical needs as well.

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Godfather Death

A little girl lost her father when she was still young. Realizing she also had no godfather, she decided to seek one out for herself. However, who should it be? The Light, she felt, was too careless of the people it should care for; but the Darkness often deceived its followers, too. In the end, she chose Death as her godfather, for Death put no person above another.

Once this was arranged, Death took his goddaughter to a well-known research laboratory. There, he showed her certain compounds and medicines that could cure any illness, no matter how grave. Moreover, whenever she made her rounds at the hospital, Death himself would appear at the beside. If he stood near the head, then she was free to give the patient the medicine and see them recover. But if Death stood by the feet, then the patient was already claimed by him and nothing would suffice. It was their time to go with him.

As Death knew she would, the girl worked diligently and became a very famous doctor, said to be the youngest in the world and praised for being able to tell when a patient would live or die, and for her miraculous cures. One by one, her patients lived, and they showered her with fame and money. For as long as she obeyed her godfather's advice, everything went well for her - for as long as she obeyed her godfather's advice.

And so, the physician walked confidently into the room with her next patient.

(ooc: Taken from Godfather Death. Open to any type of encounter, including cheating Death for close friends/CR.)

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009 | imaginaerum |

[ Today is a rather odd dream. Normally one thinks of tea parties and the such when they find the Hatter of Wonderland. Instead there is a room, filled to the brink with unfinished hats and pieces of clocks littered all over the floors. Clocks and hats of every era. Be careful where you step! The fellow in the cowboy hat and tweed long coat doesn't seem to notice you--but he will if you step on anything in the room. Or touch anything. He's laying on his back, cowboy hat on his face, twiddling fingers on his chest and seemingly asleep.

Tread carefully. ]

(( ooc: THEME POST! The Doctor is a twist on The Hatter of Alice In Wonderland. What his story is in this dream, well, you'll just need to ask and see. ;) ]

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004th Promotion ♛ Tell me a fairytale

[Childish laughter echoes in the halls of a palace made of red crystal, gold and white marble. Children's voices sing songs about a beautiful princess who was skinned as her guts got ripped out before her soul burned in eternal flames forever as the demons devoured what was left of her body. Questionable lyrics aside, the children are clearly having a great time and everything is nothing but merry laughters and cries.

Until a vase finds its way to the floor, for you see, even in the world of wizards and witches, beyond conscience and dreams, things can get broken.]

Ipos!! Belial!! What did I tell you about playing in the halls?!

[Primo'se voice resonates through the palace like an ominous thunder and the kids, one with bright red hair and purple eyes and the other with green hair and red eyes, both cringe at the sound. It's known by everyone in the demon world and beyond that there's little that actually angers Primo, but when he's angered he's a being to fear. His mercy is huge, but not infinite and he makes no distinction between kids and adults.]

But we were bored of playing in the games room! We wanted to play with you.

Yeah, you were the one who said the other day that you would play with us if we did what you asked us to do. And we did it!

That's right, it was a promise, a promise. Fulfill it or swallow a thousand of needles!!

If it wasn't because for you the part of swallowing needles isn't just a figure of speech I would be amazed that two demon princes care for a promise.

[Primo sounds still angry and greatly bored, but eventually he shrugs and turns around, starting to head to one of the many rooms of the palace. The kids following him even before he talks.]

Fine, I promised. Come with me and I'll tell you a fairytale, okay?

A fairytale? We already know them all from the start to the end and from the end to the start!

There's nothing new you can tell us!

I wouldn't be so sure.

[Primo smirks evilly, despite the kids taunts they still follow him and soon the three of them are sitting in a huge living room. Raising a hand, Primo summons a crystal shard that floats and twirls in the air, floating above his palm. On each side of the shard, images are displayed as if showing what happened inside.]

Now, listen with attention, I don't feel like repeating myself. Once upon a time...

[OOC: Here's the deal! This is a fairytale wreaking post. Your characters will be dragged in dreams to the fairytale that Primo will tell the kids. In other words, you tag here and Primo will start to narrate a tale where your character is the main character... And he will wreck it wonderfully to please the kids. Your characters can fight the influence of Primo's narrative but more often than not they will have to go along with it if they want to get out of the fairytale and return to their own dreams.

Feel free to argue back with Primo and the kids (but don't expect much from the kids, they won't be happy until someone's guts are ripped off) to try to reach an agreement ICly so your character doesn't have to go through a terrible fairytale. Also feel free to threadjack to your hearts content, Primo will just adapt the narrative if more characters appear and he isn't above attracting your character again to another fairytale after they escaped from one. Also each thread will be a different fairytale, but you can make requests if you want to!]

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❧ the tale of featherhair

❧Once upon a time, there lived a fine and wealthy gentleman. He owned a great house which stood in the center of his extensive lands. Gardens, woods, and lakes, he owned them all. He traveled the world in his own gilded airship, and he was a renowned patron of the arts. Yet in person, his manner was cold and strange, and he had feathers in his hair, which was not the fashion of the day and was deemed decidedly odd. Some whispered that he could even fly like a bird and had the powers of a witch, and so the townspeople were afraid of him. It was well known that witches had no hearts, and to know them was perilous. None of the local girls would consent to marry him; they all stayed far away from him.

However, he was set upon marrying one in particular: the daughter of his neighbor, who he considered the fairest of all in those parts. He paid her court with many great gifts and fine words, and he had her to stay in his house, along with a chaperone. They played games and went riding. He had the finest musicians visit to play for her. He showed her the halls of his home and all its treasures, and above all, he spoke to her sweetly. If he were a witch, he was a very well-spoken one.

At last, she consented to marry him. The two were wed, and their wedding was no small affair. There were glittering lanterns and fresh flowers of every kind, and a feast was laid out upon the tables, and people came from miles around to dine on the splendid meats and sweets, to drink deeply, and to wish Featherhair and his new wife well--though some, in their hearts, were uneasy, for the man's eyes glittered like his lanterns, and there was no warmth in them.

The couple had not been married for more than a month when Featherhair had some business in another kingdom that called him away from home. Before he boarded his airship and departed, like any good husband, he came to speak to his wife and tell her of his going.

"My dear," he said with a smile, "I will be gone for several days. While I am away, you will be the mistress of this house, but first, I have some few instructions that you must follow."

[[OOC: Based on the fairy tale Bluebeard, though it may turn out quite differently. Prose and actionspam replies equally loved.

Whether your character is male or female, feel free to have them play the role of Kuja's "bride"; and replace female pronouns with masculine ones--or not. Or, if you choose, play another role in the story: one of Kuja's servants, someone worried about the bride's safety--or wreck the fairy tale entirely!]]