A Story and a Song...

[smallspot]

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.

Comments

[beforetights]

Rolling, of course. I'd be too full of candy to run!

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid shakes his head, sending his hair flying around his head.]

No, no. I would be running and you would be rolling! Who would win?

[beforetights]

Hm...

[He has to take a moment to think about that.]

...I think you would. Because I'd roll so much that I'd get dizzy.

[smallspot]

That wouldn't be a very fair win.

[Diarmuid pouts slightly.]

Maybe if I run in circles so I get dizzy too! That way we both end dizzy and it is fair!

[beforetights]

[He puts his arms around Diarmuid in a comforting hug.]

You don't need to do all that. Because I ate all the chocolate, so you deserve to win.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid hugs him back.]

Okay, but if I eat all the gummi then you get to win! Is that a good plan?

[beforetights]

Oh yes, that is a very good plan.

But where would we buy a candy that big?

[smallspot]

We were talking about Lord Wing and Deadlock sized candy when we started talking about big candies.

[Diarmuid shrugs.]

Maybe we should ask them!

[beforetights]

We should!

I just haven't seen either of them around much lately....

[smallspot]

They both are warriors. I bet they are busy fighting evil and keeping everyone safe.

[Honestly, his friend's words do worry Diarmuid since so many of the people he has met have left the city, but he tries to stay optimistic.]

Just think of the stories they can tell us when they aren't so busy!

[beforetights]

[He nods.]

I wonder what sort of evil they fought here? Sea monsters?

[smallspot]

Maybe! Or maybe they are fighting whatever caused the people here to be short on energy.

[Diarmuid's eyes get wide and he brings his hands up to mimic claws.]

Maybe they are fighting ugly monsters that drink energy and take it away from those who need it!

[beforetights]

[He imitates his friend in putting his claws up, and baring his teeth to boot.]

And they'll beat the monster, right? So nobody will ever run out of energy!

[smallspot]

Of course they will! The good guys always win!

[Diarmuid growls at his friend, though it's more cute than threatening by a long shot. He then also swipes at him with a 'claw.']

Even if the monsters are extra mean, they will win!

[beforetights]

[He snaps his teeth at his friend, equally playful.]

And then they can get the heads of the monsters as a present? Though given how big they are, it might be too tiny.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid growls again, though the growl is ruined by a giggle.]

What if they give the heads to us? We wouldn't be too big to enjoy them, would we? Or are they really really tiny monsters?

[beforetights]

I don't know. We can't see them most of the time, even as people lose energy, so maybe they really are tiny. Or maybe they're big but invisible.

[smallspot]

If they were big, wouldn't people find them even if they were invisible? It's hard to hide something big.

[He holds out his hand, fingers just a tiny bit apart.]

I bet they are little bitty!

[beforetights]

Then how would anyone fight them? Step on them?

[He stomps his foot to demonstrate.]

[smallspot]

Yes! Just think of how many Lord Wing and Deadlock could kill with one stomp!

[Diarmuid giggles and does a stomp of his own.]

Of course, I bet there are lots and lots to make up for it being pretty easy to kill them.

[beforetights]

Lots and lots and lots and lots! And you would need to stomp and stomp and jump and jump!

[He starts bouncing all over the place.]

[smallspot]

And jump and stomp and jump and stomp!

[Diarmuid starts jumping around just like his friend. He should probably be being more careful and telling his friend to be more careful too, but it's fun jumping around like this.]

I wonder where the tiny monsters come from?

[beforetights]

What if it was some evil scary witch trying to hurt everybody? And she sends her tiny little monsters out when nobody looks.

[He does his best to cackle like a witch.]

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid cowers back behind his arms.]

Oh no! How will we defeat someone who has such a scary laugh?

[beforetights]

...By making them not laugh?

[He scratches his head.]

Though that might be kinda mean.