fairytaleknight: ((Mytho) hoyay!)
[From here:]

A spotlight

(why are there spotlights in the woods?)

falls on a particular patch of ground. Actually, it falls on Fakir, who is standing on that patch. When Fakir sashays steps forward, the spotlight follows him.

Princess Tutu and those two boys are here too, of course, and Duck is probably around somewhere, but Fakir is giving his entire attention to Mytho.

He is not amused.

"Can't Mr. Cat keep you out of trouble?"

Fakir extends his arm to take Mytho's. "Come away now, and stop screaming. I told you to stay away from Princess Tutu."

Fakir leaves the corollary, If you had stayed away from her, you would not now be screaming in soulrending agony, unstated.
fairytaleknight: An illustrated book (The Prince and the Raven) lies open on the floor (book: prinz und rabe)
Fakir came up with a plan days ago, or weeks ago, or months ago. (In Kinkan Town, time passes strangely.) He's ready to act on it now.

The plan requires a few objects, but Fakir knows where to find them. The book gives very clear directions.

* * *

From The Prince and the Raven Chapter 7: "The Grand Masquerade":

...Between the third and the fourth dance of the masquerade, a rumor came that a monstrous Raven was harrying the town. The news passed in whispers from one masked dancer to the next. When the Knight heard it, he broke off his waltz mid-step and began to run, so quickly that the Maiden with whom he danced was left holding only his cloak. She kept the cloak for herself, and when the Knight dropped his mask on the steps of the palace, she kept it too, as a reminder of him...

* * *

From the last page of The Prince and the Raven:

The Prince, whose heart was now shattered, walked away from the battle without concern or care or, in fact, any feeling at all. His sword, with the sign of two swans on its hilt, lay on the ground where he dropped it. None dared to touch it until the Maiden came. She had loved the valiant Knight, who was gone (and who, being far too loyal to his Prince, had never loved her anyway), but she wished to honor the Prince’s sacrifice as well as the Knight’s. She took up the sword and placed it, with the Knight’s mask that she had saved, in a bier within a great crypt, and set candles around the bier so that it should never be dark. The Maiden kept the cloak for herself, and when she married and bore children, she gave it to her eldest daughter, and so it passed--

The book of The Prince and the Raven ends here, halfway through a sentence. Although Fakir doesn't know this, on the original copy, which is hidden in a vault somewhere in the city, the page is stained with blood.

* * *

Fakir takes up his cloak (an old one, given to him by his foster-father) and his lighted candle. He walks the darkened streets of Kinkan Town, turning inward past shops and parlors, past houses and inns and opera houses. At last Fakir reaches the bell tower at the center of the town. He opens the creaking door and descends the curving staircase towards the crypt.

Fakir knows which coffin to open; the carvings match the picture in The Prince and the Raven exactly. Inside the marble bier, the mask and the sword wait for him.

He is halfway up the staircase again, masked and carrying the sword, when the staircase blurs into Milliways.
fairytaleknight: (Default)
At the center of Gold Crown Town, the clock-tower is chiming six, and the mechanical dancers are just sliding out of the clock and beginning to spin.

Back at the Academy, the first morning light pushes its way under the curtains of Fakir and Mytho's bedroom, leaving golden lines on the floor, the table, the two beds.

Fakir pushes himself up on his elbow, shakes out his sleep-tangled hair.

Music: Frank Bridge - Valse-intermezzo for strings in E minor, H17
fairytaleknight: Fakir, glowering, in a library (bookman in natural habitat)
What is a bookstore for? The bookstore of Kinkan Town isn't designed to sell books, really. It's dank and musty enough that almost no one ever bothers to descend into it. The store has no windows, and its few lanterns (well-guarded, of course, for fear of fire) hardly light the place at all. The squat, goggle-eyed bookseller shoots an unwelcoming stare at anyone who does choose to enter his domain. But thousands of leather-bound books line the walls of the main room, and a back room behind it includes a few writing desks among the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
fairytaleknight: (dancing the sword)
[Millitimed: Between Princess Tutu episodes 7 and 8, after the canon OOMs that will be posted this evening.]

This is the story that Fakir is telling himself as he steps through the Milliways door, his practice sword and scabbard hanging at his left hip:

Once upon a time, there was a Prince who loved everyone in the world. In order to protect his people, the Prince fought a wicked Raven. When his strength was not sufficient to kill the Raven, the Prince shattered his own heart, and with the shards of his heart he formed a cage in which to seal the Raven. But when a Princess came, and began to return the shards of the Prince's heart one by one, then the cage began to weaken...

Fakir's come to Milliways hoping for a lesson in how to use the sword to end the tale here, but perhaps there are other things he can learn tonight. Come and talk to him.
fairytaleknight: ((Mytho) shield you from the world)
Six days ago, fear came to Mytho. For six days, Mytho has been shivering and crying or, by turns, silent. For six days, Mytho's roommate Fakir has been tending him, not in their own bedroom, where they would surely be found at once, but in a chilly room under an abandoned mill.

In that time, Fakir has not gone to class. He's left the mill only to collect food, and warm bedding, and a book or two for the hours when Mytho sleeps. He's practiced ballet and sword, but only the simplest, most basic routines, the ones he can run through in the limited space of the mill.

Mytho is sleeping now, and their food supplies are running low, so Fakir pushes open the mill door, careful not to let it creak. But instead of opening on the mill race, the door leads Fakir to Milliways.

Fakir steps through. As long as the door remains, Fakir can find food at Milliways as easily as he can in the village. More easily, in fact; Mr. Cat will not find him at Milliways, and Princess Tutu (whoever she is) will not see that Fakir's left Mytho unprotected.

Fakir will have to go back soon, of course. The longer Mytho's alone, the greater danger he's in.
fairytaleknight: ((Mytho) the heartshard burns)
There, Fakir thinks, as he sits back down beside Mytho in the front row of the theatre. That girl Duck won't bother us again. If we're lucky, she won't even come back to class. In fact, Duck has just run out of the room, awkwardly and quickly, with some obviously false excuse about needing a bathroom. She must be too embarrassed to stay here with everyone who saw that fiasco of a pas de deux.

That just leaves Rue. At the moment Rue is sitting on Mytho's other side, wearing a certain expression, half-blank, half-smug, that particularly irritates Fakir. But Fakir's fairly sure Rue won't make a play for possession of Mytho this instant, with the entire Eleki Troupe watching, and she (Princess Tutu?) certainly can't find and return a heartshard this instant.

So Mytho is safe, for the moment, and Fakir can relax--

Mytho inhales sharply, tosses his head back. Fakir is on his feet even before his roommate starts screaming.

Fakir shouts something. It might be Mytho's name, but Fakir's listening too closely to Mytho's unbroken, breathless howl to hear what he says himself.
He does hear Rue say, "A shard's been returned."

"What?" Fakir snaps. That can't be right. Who found Mytho's heartshard when Rue's right here?

But it must be true. Nothing else could hurt him like that.

Fakir wraps his arm around Mytho's shoulder, pulls the other boy to himself. Mytho's trembling, his voice still raised in that awful cry, but he doesn't resist Fakir's touch.
(He never does, anyway.)
It's a bad one. A very bad one. Damn, damn, damn.

The whole room's in chaos, now, and Mr. Cat's pleading for calm. Fakir ignores him. He half-lifts, half-drags Mytho down the aisle of the theatre towards the lobby doors. "Hang on, Mytho," says Fakir, and adds, under his breath, "Damn that Princess Tutu."
fairytaleknight: (Default)
A boy of about fifteen taps one half-booted foot on the floor of the bar. His name is Fakir, he's the second-best male dancer enrolled in the Kinkan Academy ballet school, and he is not pleased. Fakir entered this place, whatever it is, several hours ago, and he's spent all of that time hunting for his wayward roommate Mytho.

Fakir has come to the conclusion that Mytho is not, in fact, here, and that he should really retrace his steps back to the boys' dormitory at Kinkan Academy before Mytho jumps out of a window again. Unfortunately, Fakir can't figure out where the front door is.

Does anyone want to help him find it? (Or, as the case may be, not?)
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