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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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[Diarmuid gives his friend a confused look.]
I had a birthday and everything! I'm bigger now.
[He slips off the edge of the bed and looks up at Cu Chulainn.]
Taller! See?
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Whoa.
[He hops out of bed and circles around Diarmuid, taking note of all of his friend's changes.]
You're right! You're taller!
{He gives Diarmuid an excited hug, and, like he has done twice before, lifts Diarmuid up just a little.]
But I can still pick you up! I'm still strong!
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You are still very strong! I wonder if I can pick you up now? Let me try!
[He puts his arms around his friend and lifts. It's not much, but he does get the other boy a short way off the ground before having to put him down again.]
Look! Look! I did it!
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[In his excitement, he lifts Diarmuid up again, even higher than he did the first time.]
You're strong now! A big strong knight!
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[Diarmuid laughs as he is picked up again, but after a moment, his expression grows more serious.]
I've learned a lot, but I still have a long way to go before I'm a real knight.
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What about your friend? Is he older and stronger too? I wish a year could have passed for me too! Because they I would have learned more too!
[He hesitates for a moment.]
But I wouldn't have learned as fast, because nobody is as fun of a teacher as you!
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[Diarmuid is about to go and grab something off the table, when Cu Chulainn's next words make him pause. He turns back and gives his friend a confused look.]
What do you mean my friend? You are my friend! My best friend!
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I don't know who you are taking about. I am the only boy who lives with Father. Sometimes others come to visit, but I wouldn't call them friends and they don't stay very long. Did I mean one of them?
[The boy seems to ponder the question for a moment and then shakes his head. Maybe it's because he just came back, but thinking about that hurts his head and so he's not going to do it anymore. Instead, he finishes walking over to the table and picks up his practice sword off of it. He grins when he sees what else is on the table and motions for Cu Chulainn to come over.]
Look! Look what I got to bring back!
[Laying on the table next to where his practice sword had been laying are two child-sized, but very real, swords.]
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[This is getting him confused and making him doubt his own memory. Therefore, he's all too happy to discard this train of thought to focus on the swords.]
Wow! Real swords! They're so beautiful! Can I play with them?
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No. They aren't toys. I don't want you to get hurt, so please don't touch them. I know it's not as pretty...
[He holds out his practice sword to his friend.]
...but I want you to have this. Father made it for me and so it's important to me. I know you will take care of it, and now you can practice more so soon you can use a real sword!
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Really? I can have this?
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[Diarmuid pushes the sword at Cu Chulainn again.]
Take it! It's yours now! It helped me down my path to becoming a great knight. Now it will help you too!
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Yay! Thank you thank you thank you! You're the bestest friend ever!
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Father would want you to have it if I am not using it. I am sure he would be honored to have the great Cu Chulainn using something he made even if you are just a little hero right now. Soon you will be a big one!
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[He runs a hand over the sword's blade.]
If I ever go back and get something from home, I'll give you a present too!
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[Diarmuid rocks back and forth happily on his feet, pausing after a moment when he realizes that it's something he's not done for quite a long time. It's such a silly action.]
Not everyone can say their hero is also their friend!
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[He puts the sword aside to give Diarmuid another big hug.]
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I am just glad you didn't leave while I was gone. I wouldn't want to be here if you weren't! What did you do while I was gone? Will you tell me? Did anything strange happen? Did Deadlock find Lord Wing?
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[He gives Diarmuid a little squeeze.]
But that couldn't happen. I made a wish that we'd stay together.
[He nods in response to many of the questions.]
I met a lot more people! So many of them were from the future! Like this one person who kept on wanting to eat leaves! And I got to learn what ice cream was!
[He quickly shakes his head at the final question.]
I don't know. He didn't say.
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[Diarmuid returns his friend's hug again and then gives him a curious look.]
From the future? Like from farther in the future than this place is?
[He pauses then, eyes getting big.]
Someone said that I needed to try ice cream because it was good. Did you get to try some? How was it? How was it?
[However, his excitement seems to fade a little when there is no news about Wing.]
I will ask him when I see him next. I hope he did find Lord Wing. We still need to have our picnic sometime!
[Though, it might be a little harder to find time now. Diarmuid needs to make sure he keeps practicing a lot and he really should sit down and learn to read and write. Everyone keeps saying it's important to learn.]
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[He giggles.]
Yes! It's delicious! I want to eat it every day! Chocolate and ice cream! I wish I wouldn't get stomachaches from eating too much, though.
What if we called them on the network? Do you think they'll answer?
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How can they forget Emain Macha? I can't imagine being from that far in the future! How weird!
[What Diarmuid obviously doesn't think is weird, though, is the ice cream. He seems both excited that it is so good, but also sad that he hasn't gotten to try any yet.]
I want to try some then! Do you think we can have some at the picnic? If you like it as well as you like chocolate, then it must be really good.
Lord Wing and Deadlock both use the Network, don't they? We could try!
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[He nods.]
They'll see us. I know it.
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[Diarmuid gives his friend an excited, though also curious, look.]
Are there a lot of flavors? Like there are so many different flavors of candy?
[A more serious look crosses his face.]
I haven't used the magic boxes to actually send a message yet. Do you really think it would work?
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let's handwave the the getting there
Good by me! :-D
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