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paixaorpg2007-02-24 02:55 pm
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The Golden Bird [completed]
Character(s): Fakir
Content: Fakir remembers his journal after a long, dull time spent at the Soup Kitchen...and discovers a dear friend of his is in this town, as well.
Setting: Lady of Lords Soup Kitchen, [F5]
Time: Late Evening
Warnings: Boredom, and sappy hints of Fakir/Ahiru
Fakir had been cooped up at the soup kitchen since he had gotten there. First, there was a huge thunderstorm that lasted days. Now, it was as hot and dry as a desert. Fakir decided he didn’t need his own place THAT badly yet, so he spent a long, dull time at the soup kitchen, reading what little books they had (even resorting to cookbooks), helping to patch the leaks in the roof (that promptly started leaking again the next day), and doing other odd jobs to keep him occupied. The soup kitchen owners and staff were nice enough, but they seemed…hollow. Whenever Fakir tried to have conversations with them, or ask them questions about Paixao, they gave confused answers, or told him they were much too busy to talk.
This day had been like any other day. He read another flour-covered cook book, ate more bowls of chicken soup (that he had grown tired of on the second day, as much as he used to love it), do more random jobs around the soup kitchen. Fakir settled down at one of the tables for a late dinner at the end of the day—it was soup, of course—and glanced over at his journal. That’s right…he had been forgetting to check it for a while. He opened it up and saw a new comment on his journal from River.
“Found it.”
Found it? Found what? Fakir normally had a lot of patience with the girl and her odd way of speaking, but the long, boring week at the soup kitchen was wearing his it a little thin. He ‘hmph’ed’ softly to himself and glanced at some of the most recent public entries made in the journals.
He nearly choked on his soup.
Found it. Found HER. Ahiru!
He couldn’t believe it. She was HERE. She was actually HERE. He was happy. So, so happy. His heart beat faster.
Then he felt guilty. Should he really be glad that she was here, too…? He didn’t really want to be here. Why should he be happy if she was dragged into this mess?
Still…if he was going to be this far from home…he was grateful to have one of his friends here, as well. He left a comment on her journal and quickly got a reply.
Erk. She was very, very far away from where he was right now. All the way on the other side of town, almost. Ahiru suggested that they meet at the central station in the middle of town. Fakir was worried she’d get lost, but the station was nearby where she was, and…the sooner they got together, the better. Maybe they could leave this place together…
There was one other thing that she said that bothered him. She still had her pendant…and, even more confusing, she responded with surprise at the suggestion that she could possibly not have it.
The last time he had seen her, she didn’t have it…in fact, she had given it up. Did she lose her memory somehow…?
Well. He’d take care of that when the time came. The first priority was to get to Ahiru.
Leaving a donation of a few golden leaves, Fakir quickly grabbed his things and began the long walk to the station.
Content: Fakir remembers his journal after a long, dull time spent at the Soup Kitchen...and discovers a dear friend of his is in this town, as well.
Setting: Lady of Lords Soup Kitchen, [F5]
Time: Late Evening
Warnings: Boredom, and sappy hints of Fakir/Ahiru
Fakir had been cooped up at the soup kitchen since he had gotten there. First, there was a huge thunderstorm that lasted days. Now, it was as hot and dry as a desert. Fakir decided he didn’t need his own place THAT badly yet, so he spent a long, dull time at the soup kitchen, reading what little books they had (even resorting to cookbooks), helping to patch the leaks in the roof (that promptly started leaking again the next day), and doing other odd jobs to keep him occupied. The soup kitchen owners and staff were nice enough, but they seemed…hollow. Whenever Fakir tried to have conversations with them, or ask them questions about Paixao, they gave confused answers, or told him they were much too busy to talk.
This day had been like any other day. He read another flour-covered cook book, ate more bowls of chicken soup (that he had grown tired of on the second day, as much as he used to love it), do more random jobs around the soup kitchen. Fakir settled down at one of the tables for a late dinner at the end of the day—it was soup, of course—and glanced over at his journal. That’s right…he had been forgetting to check it for a while. He opened it up and saw a new comment on his journal from River.
“Found it.”
Found it? Found what? Fakir normally had a lot of patience with the girl and her odd way of speaking, but the long, boring week at the soup kitchen was wearing his it a little thin. He ‘hmph’ed’ softly to himself and glanced at some of the most recent public entries made in the journals.
He nearly choked on his soup.
Found it. Found HER. Ahiru!
He couldn’t believe it. She was HERE. She was actually HERE. He was happy. So, so happy. His heart beat faster.
Then he felt guilty. Should he really be glad that she was here, too…? He didn’t really want to be here. Why should he be happy if she was dragged into this mess?
Still…if he was going to be this far from home…he was grateful to have one of his friends here, as well. He left a comment on her journal and quickly got a reply.
Erk. She was very, very far away from where he was right now. All the way on the other side of town, almost. Ahiru suggested that they meet at the central station in the middle of town. Fakir was worried she’d get lost, but the station was nearby where she was, and…the sooner they got together, the better. Maybe they could leave this place together…
There was one other thing that she said that bothered him. She still had her pendant…and, even more confusing, she responded with surprise at the suggestion that she could possibly not have it.
The last time he had seen her, she didn’t have it…in fact, she had given it up. Did she lose her memory somehow…?
Well. He’d take care of that when the time came. The first priority was to get to Ahiru.
Leaving a donation of a few golden leaves, Fakir quickly grabbed his things and began the long walk to the station.