Diarmuid Ua Duibhne: Age 6-7 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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rekindleme2013-08-19 12:42 am
smallspot) wrote in rekindleme2013-08-19 12:42 am
A Story and a Song...
Who: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (smallspot ) and anyone who wants to run into a cute little kid.
Where: An open grassy area near Building One.
When: 8-19, in the afternoon
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary: There are a lot of fun ways to spend a warm afternoon, though, for a bitty knight the best way to spend it is...training! Oh, and sometimes stopping to sing songs to his 'family.'
Warnings: Cuteness?
For once Diarmuid is using his cloak as something other than a blanket. Right now, he is carefully spreading it out on the grass so that he can set his new toys on it. With him are three small stuffed animals he got at the end of the festival--two adult swans and a baby one.
"Here is the father swan," Diarmuid carefully sets the first of the adult swans onto the cloak--the one he has picked to represent his foster father, Aengus. He then sets the other adult swan next to the first, this one representing his foster mother, Caer, "And here is the mother swan! And here is the baby swan who isn't lost anymore!" The boy sets the baby swan in front of the two adults and then jumps up and claps his hands happily.
"Now the whole family is together again! Watch me, Father! Watch me, Mother! I'll show you what everyone has been teaching me while I've been away!" The boy bows to the toys and then picks his practice sword up off the ground. He takes a few steps away before starting to practice the new sword moves he's been taught by Suzaku and some of the others who have offered to train him.
He knows that the toys aren't really his family, of course, but over the last few days he's been more homesick than usual and talking to them like they are helps for some reason. Once he's practiced for a while, Diarmuid will sit down by the toys for a rest and to sing some happy songs to his 'family.' After a few songs, he will jump up and start practicing again. Diarmuid isn't really paying attention to anything going on around him, but he will be happy to talk to anyone who approaches him and be even happier should anyone decide they want to train along with him.
smallspot ) and anyone who wants to run into a cute little kid.Where: An open grassy area near Building One.
When: 8-19, in the afternoon
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary: There are a lot of fun ways to spend a warm afternoon, though, for a bitty knight the best way to spend it is...training! Oh, and sometimes stopping to sing songs to his 'family.'
Warnings: Cuteness?
For once Diarmuid is using his cloak as something other than a blanket. Right now, he is carefully spreading it out on the grass so that he can set his new toys on it. With him are three small stuffed animals he got at the end of the festival--two adult swans and a baby one.
"Here is the father swan," Diarmuid carefully sets the first of the adult swans onto the cloak--the one he has picked to represent his foster father, Aengus. He then sets the other adult swan next to the first, this one representing his foster mother, Caer, "And here is the mother swan! And here is the baby swan who isn't lost anymore!" The boy sets the baby swan in front of the two adults and then jumps up and claps his hands happily.
"Now the whole family is together again! Watch me, Father! Watch me, Mother! I'll show you what everyone has been teaching me while I've been away!" The boy bows to the toys and then picks his practice sword up off the ground. He takes a few steps away before starting to practice the new sword moves he's been taught by Suzaku and some of the others who have offered to train him.
He knows that the toys aren't really his family, of course, but over the last few days he's been more homesick than usual and talking to them like they are helps for some reason. Once he's practiced for a while, Diarmuid will sit down by the toys for a rest and to sing some happy songs to his 'family.' After a few songs, he will jump up and start practicing again. Diarmuid isn't really paying attention to anything going on around him, but he will be happy to talk to anyone who approaches him and be even happier should anyone decide they want to train along with him.
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"What due diligence. No enemy could last for along against your blade!"
Because clearly the kid must be fighting some great foe to save the swans. A veritable hero in the making!
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Diarmuid pauses in his practicing, though, when he hears the unfamiliar voice, then giggles and shakes his head, "Maybe when I am bigger, but I am just a little knight now. I have a lot to learn!" The boy runs over to the blond man and bows to him, rising from the bow with a big smile, "My name is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. What is your name, Lord? Are you new here? I haven't seen you before!"
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"I am Jack Vessalius, at your service, young knight." He paused, straightening and giving Diarmuid a thoughtful look, half rubbing at his chin in contemplation. "I think you do yourself a disservice however. You might even be able to teach me a thing or two."
Jack looked a little apologetic as he glanced around the little clearing and then leaned in close, giving the impression as though he didn't want the stuffed animals in the clearing to hear him.
"To be truthful, I'm just a minor lord myself. I've never been that good with a sword. I haven't even touched one since I arrived two months ago!"
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"It doesn't matter if you are just a minor Lord! Father said I should always call people Lord as a sign of respect," Diarmuid gives Jack a curious look. "What haven't you practiced? Are you just too busy? Do you just not like it? Were you sick? I hope not!"
He knows now that people can get sick from not having enough contact with others. It's not a problem he has had, but he has run into those who are having that problem.
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"It's... Well, it's rather painful to admit, but I seem to have mislaid my sword. If I had known I would be called here, I would have remembered to bring it with me."
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Because Jack is so, so very old at twenty-four. He's practically ancient. Why, one day spent in honest labor would likely break his back! Or not, but Jack enjoys the playacting.
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Diarmuid laughs again and runs over to his toys and picks up a pouch that is sitting amongst them. He opens it and pulls out a card, "Didn't you get one of these when you came? It has money on it. Only a little.... Maybe not enough for someone so old?"
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"Hmm... of course, but I'm afraid I've used most of the money on my living expenses. But I'll think of something, I'm sure, and in the meantime, I'm afraid I'll have to leave the princess in your tender care."
He looked Diarmuid up and down sternly.
"Do you think you're up for the job?"
On can never be too careful after all.
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"I will take good care of her!" He bows, looking as serious as a child his age can, "Or at least I will once I am older. I won't be a very good knight if I can't protect a princess!"
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Sadly lacking, from his meager experience.
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"You can't read or write?" Jack can hardly fathom this travesty. Then again, he could. How often had he used that to his own advantage, stealing valuable property right from underneath the noses of the common street urchin? "Surely this place must have a school!"
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