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thecapitol2014-03-22 07:22 pm
bringinghopewithme) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-22 07:22 pm
I'd like to phone a friend [Open]
WHO| Bunnymund and whoever you are.
WHAT| Bunny tries to get help from below, by contacting a local Earth spirit. His attempts are failing to yield results.
WHEN| As soon as he got out of the Training Center into the city.
WHERE| The park at the center of The Districts shopping center.
WARNINGS| Child-friendly swearing, attempted magic.
A giant rabbit lighting fires in a park draws attention. Which is all the more frustrating for Bunny, since he SHOULDN'T be drawing attention, no matter what he does out in the open like this. Every adult who stares at him with open confusion hammers home just how wrong something has gone, that whoever's in power in this city has the ability to suppress him into as close a state to mortality as he's been in many hundreds of years.
He could grumble about his situation, but that would get in the way of trying to get help. So he ignores the stares and keeps at work. His work, so far, is a hole in the ground, a pawful of pulled grass, moss, and flower petals stolen from various topiary on his way in search of the most natural place he could find in the midst of the city. He strikes a shard of flint he uncovered in the digging of the hole against the metal of his communicator, lighting a fire in the dry moss on a patch of earth he's cleared of grass, and dropping the flower petals onto the heat.
The way he kneels over the smoldering plants has all the look of a ritual, and the words he intones over them in a language that hasn't been used in the Capitol in much longer than 75 years do also.
All his kneeling and chanting isn't yielding much, though, to his frustration. With a growl, he jumps to his feet over the smoking flowers, still looking at the ground. "I know you're there, and I know you can hear me! You might not recognize me, but I'm close enough to being one 'a yours and I need your help. Wake up."
Still nothing. He stamps the ground, impatient, and growls again as no hole opens, no flowers grow, nothing happens except that he garners a few more bewildered looks from the humans who shouldn't be able to see him.
"Strewth."
WHAT| Bunny tries to get help from below, by contacting a local Earth spirit. His attempts are failing to yield results.
WHEN| As soon as he got out of the Training Center into the city.
WHERE| The park at the center of The Districts shopping center.
WARNINGS| Child-friendly swearing, attempted magic.
A giant rabbit lighting fires in a park draws attention. Which is all the more frustrating for Bunny, since he SHOULDN'T be drawing attention, no matter what he does out in the open like this. Every adult who stares at him with open confusion hammers home just how wrong something has gone, that whoever's in power in this city has the ability to suppress him into as close a state to mortality as he's been in many hundreds of years.
He could grumble about his situation, but that would get in the way of trying to get help. So he ignores the stares and keeps at work. His work, so far, is a hole in the ground, a pawful of pulled grass, moss, and flower petals stolen from various topiary on his way in search of the most natural place he could find in the midst of the city. He strikes a shard of flint he uncovered in the digging of the hole against the metal of his communicator, lighting a fire in the dry moss on a patch of earth he's cleared of grass, and dropping the flower petals onto the heat.
The way he kneels over the smoldering plants has all the look of a ritual, and the words he intones over them in a language that hasn't been used in the Capitol in much longer than 75 years do also.
All his kneeling and chanting isn't yielding much, though, to his frustration. With a growl, he jumps to his feet over the smoking flowers, still looking at the ground. "I know you're there, and I know you can hear me! You might not recognize me, but I'm close enough to being one 'a yours and I need your help. Wake up."
Still nothing. He stamps the ground, impatient, and growls again as no hole opens, no flowers grow, nothing happens except that he garners a few more bewildered looks from the humans who shouldn't be able to see him.
"Strewth."
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"If it's supernatural, they're going to keep you from being able to do it."
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When he looked back at the ground, he went on - "It's not about what I can't do," he explained. "If there's a Grandmother Earth here, she's ignoring me - or they've done away with her somehow." Spiritually or physically. Either way, it was disturbing.
"Come to think of it, I wouldn't put it past these gallahs to have done to all THEIR spirits what they did with us -" he paused, suddenly thoughtful, rubbing his chin and looking at the ground. "Did they already go through theirs, if they've gotten to us?"
All signs point to the local spirits not existing. This is going to make calling for backup a lot harder.
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"Who I was when I was alive, or my ghostly obsession? Because I never actually died, and I don't have an obsession. I'm not a full ghost, just half one."
Sure, there were ghosts back home who represented concepts, but they were rare, and it wasn't something he'd immediately think of.
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He had never heard of such a thing, and he'd heard of most things having to do with spirits.
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"That's the strangest thing I've heard all day. And this has been a stranger day than usual for me."
Says the giant talking rabbit.
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Because now that he was thinking of it, he knew ghosts along those lines. Clockwork, the ghost of time, Nocturne, the ghost of nightmares, Fright Knight, the ghost of Halloween. As soon as the holiday popped into his head, he'd figured it out.
"You're the Easter Bunny, aren't you?" And he cocked an eyebrow as he thought of something else. "Wait, why is the Easter Bunny Australian?"
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But Danny got it, and Bunny looked impressed. "Smart kid!"
Danny had risen in his estimation. He liked being recognized, and he got so few opportunities.
"I'm from down unda the down unda. Wasn't really supposed to spend a lotta time in the above, but what can I say?" He shrugged, cocky as ever. "Not everything that lives on the other continents is trying to kill ya, and that's not much of a challenge."
Yeah, let the Capitol hear that claim.
"Let me get this straight, though - you were a normal kid, and now you're half-dead, and that gave you powers?"
He was still new to the superhero thing - the mortal superhero thing, anyway, given that he was close to a superhero as his world had.