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rekindleme2013-09-11 04:19 pm
smallspot) wrote in rekindleme2013-09-11 04:19 pm
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A Year Passes by...
Who: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (smallspot ) and anyone else who wants to talk to him!
Where: His room (2-17, Building One), the library (1st floor, Building Two) and a grassy area outside near Building One.
When: First prompt is on 9-10, the last two are on 9-11.
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary: Diarmuid wakes up back in the city after being sent home for a year. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait too long before his friends find him again. After spending a day readjusting to being in the city, he heads out to the library to try and teach himself how to read and write. Then, he is going to stop by his favorite grassy spot near Building One to practice...only those aren't wooden practice swords he's using now, are they?
Warnings: Cuteness, one little boy acting far too old for his age, angst?
Room 2-17, Building One (9-10):
Diarmuid might be a year older when he returns to Saeng Seong, but he still hasn't outgrown the habit of curling up in a nest of blankets when he sleeps. That is why he doesn't notice anything is different from any other morning right away. The sense of loss that he has become use to over the last year is still there. His drive to become a better knight is still there. His butterfly...
The boy sits upright with a small gasp of surprise and delight when his butterfly lands on his nose. For the last year, he has thought his precious pet was lost. He had begged his father to do something to bring him back, but all Aengus had been able to do was sadly say that once lost, some things can never be found again.
But here he is. Little Dia is here. The boy carefully gathers the butterfly into his hands and holds it close to him before looking around. On the corner of his bed, his swan family watches him sleep. On the table are the open candy bags from the last time his friend had visited. He's back. Back in Saeng Seong. He had spent a year at home. How much time had passed here? Were any of his friends still around?
Was Cu Chulainn? Lord Wing? Suzaku? Lord Auron?
Diarmuid should go find them, but instead of jumping to his feet to run and do that, he just sits on his bed for a while holding his butterfly close. Since his feeling of loss had started around the time he had lost his butterfly, part of him had thought that to be the cause, but he has his butterfly back now...
...and the feeling of loss is still there.
Library, 1st floor, Building Two (9-11):
It takes a little while for Diarmuid to readjust to being in a place so different from his home, but seeing his friends again helps. Now, a taller and more solemn looking Diarmuid can be found in the library wearing his dark green yukata that has little birds in lighter green embroidered on it. He is so happy it still fits even though he has grown in the past year! Unfortunately, most of the other clothes he has don't. He will have to thank the lady at the shop where he got it when he goes back next for telling him it was okay to get it a little big so he could grow into it.
Laying in front of him there is a notebook along with a book meant to help people learn to read and write. It's open to a page with numbers on it, and Diarmuid is very carefully writing numbers in the notebook next to him. Of course, the writing messy and unsteady since he isn't used to holding a pencil. He knows some ogham, which is a written language that uses mostly straight lines for letters, so many of the lines for his numbers are disconnected or slanted in strange ways. This is especially obvious with numbers that have curves in them. He just doesn't seem to know how they should go together even with the example right in front of him.
His frustration in clear in the frown on his face. After messing up yet again, he sighs and drops his head down on his arms. At this rate, it's going to take forever for him to get anywhere!
Outside Building One (9-11):
Diarmuid has changed since his time at the library and is now wearing a new set of clothes that obviously must have come with him when he came back to the city since they actually fit. There is nothing special about the clothes, though. In fact, they are very plain and obviously made for training in. The shirt is a simple tunic in dark green. The pants are simple as well and also dark green. However, if the boy liking green is something that hasn't changed, there is very definitely something different about the picture he paints while he is practicing. Before he was only practicing with a child's wooden sword. Now he's certainly not practicing with a wood sword. While still child-sized, Diarmuid's weapons are made of metal and are very real. Not to mention, he's using them two at a time.
It's clear whatever he did during the year he was gone, his fighting skill has vastly improved. Children his age usually aren't allowed to practice with a live blade, let alone two of them. From the way he pauses every so often to repeat a move, it's obvious that he's being very picky about them. If those who saw him practicing before thought him very serious about things, one wonders what they might think now.
smallspot ) and anyone else who wants to talk to him!Where: His room (2-17, Building One), the library (1st floor, Building Two) and a grassy area outside near Building One.
When: First prompt is on 9-10, the last two are on 9-11.
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary: Diarmuid wakes up back in the city after being sent home for a year. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait too long before his friends find him again. After spending a day readjusting to being in the city, he heads out to the library to try and teach himself how to read and write. Then, he is going to stop by his favorite grassy spot near Building One to practice...only those aren't wooden practice swords he's using now, are they?
Warnings: Cuteness, one little boy acting far too old for his age, angst?
Room 2-17, Building One (9-10):
Diarmuid might be a year older when he returns to Saeng Seong, but he still hasn't outgrown the habit of curling up in a nest of blankets when he sleeps. That is why he doesn't notice anything is different from any other morning right away. The sense of loss that he has become use to over the last year is still there. His drive to become a better knight is still there. His butterfly...
The boy sits upright with a small gasp of surprise and delight when his butterfly lands on his nose. For the last year, he has thought his precious pet was lost. He had begged his father to do something to bring him back, but all Aengus had been able to do was sadly say that once lost, some things can never be found again.
But here he is. Little Dia is here. The boy carefully gathers the butterfly into his hands and holds it close to him before looking around. On the corner of his bed, his swan family watches him sleep. On the table are the open candy bags from the last time his friend had visited. He's back. Back in Saeng Seong. He had spent a year at home. How much time had passed here? Were any of his friends still around?
Was Cu Chulainn? Lord Wing? Suzaku? Lord Auron?
Diarmuid should go find them, but instead of jumping to his feet to run and do that, he just sits on his bed for a while holding his butterfly close. Since his feeling of loss had started around the time he had lost his butterfly, part of him had thought that to be the cause, but he has his butterfly back now...
...and the feeling of loss is still there.
Library, 1st floor, Building Two (9-11):
It takes a little while for Diarmuid to readjust to being in a place so different from his home, but seeing his friends again helps. Now, a taller and more solemn looking Diarmuid can be found in the library wearing his dark green yukata that has little birds in lighter green embroidered on it. He is so happy it still fits even though he has grown in the past year! Unfortunately, most of the other clothes he has don't. He will have to thank the lady at the shop where he got it when he goes back next for telling him it was okay to get it a little big so he could grow into it.
Laying in front of him there is a notebook along with a book meant to help people learn to read and write. It's open to a page with numbers on it, and Diarmuid is very carefully writing numbers in the notebook next to him. Of course, the writing messy and unsteady since he isn't used to holding a pencil. He knows some ogham, which is a written language that uses mostly straight lines for letters, so many of the lines for his numbers are disconnected or slanted in strange ways. This is especially obvious with numbers that have curves in them. He just doesn't seem to know how they should go together even with the example right in front of him.
His frustration in clear in the frown on his face. After messing up yet again, he sighs and drops his head down on his arms. At this rate, it's going to take forever for him to get anywhere!
Outside Building One (9-11):
Diarmuid has changed since his time at the library and is now wearing a new set of clothes that obviously must have come with him when he came back to the city since they actually fit. There is nothing special about the clothes, though. In fact, they are very plain and obviously made for training in. The shirt is a simple tunic in dark green. The pants are simple as well and also dark green. However, if the boy liking green is something that hasn't changed, there is very definitely something different about the picture he paints while he is practicing. Before he was only practicing with a child's wooden sword. Now he's certainly not practicing with a wood sword. While still child-sized, Diarmuid's weapons are made of metal and are very real. Not to mention, he's using them two at a time.
It's clear whatever he did during the year he was gone, his fighting skill has vastly improved. Children his age usually aren't allowed to practice with a live blade, let alone two of them. From the way he pauses every so often to repeat a move, it's obvious that he's being very picky about them. If those who saw him practicing before thought him very serious about things, one wonders what they might think now.
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That...almost sounds like an order.
Order or not, Diarmuid holds out his hand, waiting for Deadlock to return the sword to him, "We don't have guns where I am from. We use swords, spears, shields and things like that. Things that take skill to use. If I am faster than your gun, it's of no use, now is it?"
He doesn't seem to realize just how impossible that sounds. Or maybe...he does and it just doesn't matter.
Something very adult glints in his eyes for a moment, "I have no doubts about myself. I will practice and I will become great and when the time comes I will do what I must do. Don't push your doubts on me."
eek I didn't get this notif! ;;_;;
He holds onto it just long enough to maintain his jerk street cred, before handing it back. Which he does, despite his words, carefully, hilt first.
"You can't be faster than a gun. That's why they're guns." GUN LOGIC.
He scowls. "Who said anything about doubts? I don't fraggin' doubt anything." Nope. He is 100% entirely secure. About everything.
No worries. :-)
How's that logic feel Deadlock?
"You make it sound like I shouldn't want to be like Lord Wing. Of course, I want to be like Lord Wing. He's a good knight! A brave one too! I will be lucky if I can be as strong as him someday," he pauses suddenly and then shakes his head. "No! I will be like him someday. Just watch! And I will find a way to be faster than a gun. I will be! I won't stop trying until I am."
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"He...just says that because I'm the only other one here."
Right? Seriously, would you like Deadlock? He's kind of a jerk. He's aware he's kind of a jerk.
PS: Your logic hurts. :(
"What's so fraggin' great about 'Lord' Wing, anyway?" Someone may sound....jealous?
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And if asked, Diarmuid would be happy to add that he likes Deadlock too. Even if he is grumpy sometimes and even if he made Diarmuid cry, he still likes him.
"Everyone has great things about them, Deadlock!" Diarmuid pauses a moment to think before continuing, "Lord Wing is kind and likes to help others. He looks for the best in people too. Just like me! And you have great things about you! You are hard working and never give up. Maybe you like weird things like guns, but that doesn't mean you're not also great in your own ways!"
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"...don't know why he's talking to you about me, anyway. Instead of. You know. Me." He's just going to be over here cloaking himself in grumpy.
"No. I'm not fraggin' great." He scowls, looking...troubled. He knows something about Wing, something in the jet's future, his past, that's turning his words into acid and regret.
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Sorry, man. Not scared.
"He talks about you to others because he likes you. It's just like how I tell people about Cu Chulainn because I like him. I want others to know about him. Lord Wing does the same thing for you!" Diarmuid's head tilts curiously at the change in Deadlock's tone, "What is wrong? Are you sad? Why don't you think you're great?"
After all, Deadlock has always been quick to boast about things before. Why not himself?
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"......" Right. He tries to make a word, but for a long moment nothing comes out but static. "...he does?"
He tosses that thought aside. "Look. I just..not great, all right? Just trying to win the war. That's all. Don't need to be great to do that." He hopes.
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Really, why must you be so dense Deadlock?
"Fighting to help others and win a war is great! Why wouldn't it make you great for doing those things?" Deadlock's 'logic' is just making Diarmuid more and more confused, "Well, it is okay if you don't think you are great. Others do!"