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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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"You could settle for maybe being my friend. I like making new friends. Who doesn't like making new friends? I'm Guy. Guy Crood. What's your name?"
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Bunny resisted a smile back. "Not often I make friends with a mortal, and the circumstances aren't great, but I'm glad to meetcha all the same."
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"You mentioned kids and their joy - are you a kind of spirit that makes them happy?"
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The full story is AGES long, but even the shortened version, for someone who's never heard of Easter, is lengthy.
"First of all, there's a holiday - do you have holidays yet?"
Navigating the time difference thing is going to make these explanations even slower.
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He understood that reference!
"And it's the same time every time that season comes around."
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"Right, well, we have to have Easter once a year because I couldn't do it every day. And it'd . . . there's a lotta reasons it only comes once a year."
He settled in for the lengthy explanation, kneeling in front of Guy.
"Easter is -" the best holiday ever, bar none, forget Christmas. "It's a spring festival. The celebration of new life. You know the moment winter becomes spring, when the snow starts to melt, and new life comes back to the land. Easter brings people hope at the end of winter. And me?" he pointed at himself with a thumb, pride plain on his features. "I'm the Easter Bunny. Every Easter, I make gifts for the kids - colored eggs, candy, by the millions, and I hide 'em all over the world for the kids to find. It's a game but it's a celebration, too. The kids get a kick out of it."
He had the grin he only had when talking about his day, the one that said he couldn't be prouder to do what he does.
"And when it's not Easter? I look out for the kids. Make sure nothin' that goes bump in the night is givin' 'em trouble."
That was a far more casual description than the reality of being a Guardian entailed. But if the Capitol was listening, he wasn't going to spell it out in detail - how in another world, there was a team of powerful spirits, who all lived and breathed the protection and defense of all children, any children, and would lay down their lives for them.
That was a tale to give plenty of hope, but not if it meant the Capitol turned their eyes towards the others, and took them away from that very important task.
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He paused.
"Better question - there are millions of kids? I didn't even know that number was a thing before I got here. It's good to know to use for the stars but there's no way there could be that many people."