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Jan. 24th, 2010 08:35 pm
fairytaleknight: (a very long week)
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The tunnel opens on a spiral staircase in red sandstone, and then on a set of rough, uneven paths overlooking a cliff face.

Faint light, radiating from nowhere in particular, shows that these paths, too, and the great stone walls to the right of the paths, are also built of red sandstone. The air is damp and cool, and something, somewhere, is dripping.

Fakir walks quickly; there's no reason to dawdle. Duck can just do her best to keep up.

Date: 2010-01-25 04:39 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (sneaksneaksneak)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck scurries along behind, craning her neck.

It's dark, and the reddish walls are kind of a creepy color - and it gets creepier when one wall falls away, revealing an epic drop beyond that. And on the ground -

Duck cranes her neck over, trying to see what might in fact be on the ground. But as far down as she can see . . . there's just nothing.

She leans further out. "Waaaa . . . scary!"

Date: 2010-01-25 05:24 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (grace and poise)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
"Ow ow ow ow ow -"

Duck wobbles herself back to something approximating balance, then stares at Fakir's back as he walks on.

Did he just . . . save her? Was he worried about her?

There's a smile on Duck's face as she races after him . . . and bangs straight into a wall.

Oops.

Date: 2010-01-25 05:40 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (?????)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
"- huh? Ohhh . . ."

Duck makes a face at him, but there's no real malice behind it. He did wait for her.



She thinks about this for a few moments, as the lighting of the scene goes from red-tinted to blue. Fakir has been acting different. Like a person who talks, sort of.

"Hey, Fakir . . .?"

Date: 2010-01-25 05:45 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (wilted)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
. . . and Duck's nerve fails her.

He looks really kind of preoccupied and maybe he's not as friendly now as she thought and what she's going to say isn't all that important anyways so . . .

"Uh, it's nothing . . ."

Date: 2010-01-25 05:52 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (concern)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck steels herself.

"N-no, it's just . . ."

One foot in front of the other, Duck. He pulled you away from the cliff, Duck, he's probably not going to try to shove you off again just for trying to say thanks.

"I don't think you're no good as a knight or anything, you know," she blurts out.

Date: 2010-01-26 04:42 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (oh um)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
"I'm not really trying to get at anything," Duck protests, trying to keep up.

"It's just - I didn't think you were very nice when we first met -" (Maybe he hadn't noticed.) "- but now I feel like I know you a little better -"

Date: 2010-01-26 04:54 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (frustration)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck sighs, and scurries after him.

"I know that . . ."

He'll help her but he won't cooperate with her. 'cause he thinks he has to do everything alone, and he doesn't think she'll be useful. She gets it.

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Date: 2010-02-02 04:44 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (running)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
"We can get to the other side through the water," Duck explains as she tows him along - apparently oblivious to the fact that sound doesn't usually carry underwater.

(But the rules are different, in Gold Crown Town.)

"I smelled a different kind of water . . . so there must be a lake up this way!"

Her eyes are fixed ahead. She can feel Fakir's hanging on, right? And it's most important for her to get them where they need to go!

(She's a lot more graceful in the water than she is on land.)

Date: 2010-02-02 05:10 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (aquarium)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck reaches the edge first and squirms her way up out of the water, pausing to make sure Fakir's got something to hold onto before she lets go of his hand.

Once she's out, she turns around and grins back at him, irritation, for the moment, forgotten. They made it!

"See? It seems like we can go further in, doesn't it? I'm sure Mytho will be there . . ."

Fakir's being weirdly quiet. (It would be less weird if he looked sulkier, but . . . he actually doesn't.) He's not getting out of the water, either. Duck squints down at him, wet skirt draping the ground around her and soggy bangs drooping around her face. "Were you okay, Fakir?"

Date: 2010-02-02 05:48 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (eh?)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
". . . what?"

Fakir's making a weird face . . .

Duck resists the urge to tug at her hair.

Date: 2010-02-02 06:24 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (eh?)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck turns her gaze to follow him as e moves onto the shore, her eyes enormous.

She thinks it may be the most she's ever heard him say at once . . . . well, to her, at least. (He talks a lot more to her when she's a duck. But even then . . .)

Date: 2010-02-03 05:47 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (shadowed)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Mytho wants to see Tutu; she knows that. But - he wanted to see her before Duck was Tutu? Before Tutu even really existed?

She looks at Fakir, wondering: why is he telling her this now?

She's never heard how the Prince feels about Tutu, in the story. Hers is a tragic love . . . but what does he think?


"But . . . Mytho took out his own heart," she says, suddenly remembering that bit of the story as well.

Date: 2010-02-06 04:14 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (listening with fakir)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
As Fakir speaks, Duck starts to smile - small and earnest.

Yeah. Yeah, Fakir's right. It's not just that Mytho's eyes are sad . . . it's also that they're kind.

(Fakir thinks it's important, too.

There's a small warmth that she feels, knowing she was right about the real Fakir.)

"Mm," she says, with a tiny nod.

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