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doublefried) wrote2022-09-03 09:22 pm
doublefried) wrote2022-09-03 09:22 pm
HAWKS PALACE
The process of entering the palace is... smooth. Painless.
You are falling, but it's not scary at the speed you're going. You drop through the pre-dawn sky like a feather, light and easy on a breeze, descending towards a bright and multicolored island in a sea of dark trees.
When you land, you are somewhere new.
You are falling, but it's not scary at the speed you're going. You drop through the pre-dawn sky like a feather, light and easy on a breeze, descending towards a bright and multicolored island in a sea of dark trees.
When you land, you are somewhere new.
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Do you want to chase the other animals?
[CAN HE. . . PET A LION???]
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There's something of a different texture in its mane.
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[. . . ?? makes a questioning face and dips his fingers into the main to grab at whatever is in there]
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When he pulls it out he gets a faceful of memory-
You're walking on the street and you can barely get four paces without being surrounded by crowds (loud crowds of people). They want photos, they want autographs, they want to touch your wings, they want to know more about you, about your life, about your hobbies and hey what kind of girl do you like? and people are giving you advice on what you SHOULD have done when you were in this or that crime and people are furious at you for your role in this major arrest or that minor misstep (they're so loud. you can hear them breathe. you can hear their heartbeats) and you smile and nod because this is what you're here for, for these people. Someone pets your wings and a child yanks at a feather and you don't react because you're here for these people, you smile and nod when people grab your arms or leap on you for hugs or scream out of excitement right by your ears (it's so LOUD), because this is what you're here for, you are here for these people -
Then it fades! He's just petting a lion, holdin' a feather.
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[he is left kind of staring blankly into nothing as the memory fades, feather in hand and fingers still buried in the lion's mane. but once the memory sinks in, he kind of. . .]
[pulls his hand back and rests it in his lap]
. . . ah.
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[pulls up a lopsided smile and reaches up to pet the peeps again]
I think I understand why this place exists, that's all.
[standing up to meander to the administration building next]
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[can he pick the lock with a lock pick wire]
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But yeah he can pick it.
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[but once he picks that lock he is opening the door to go inside, thanks]
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