Homura Akemi (The Pinnacle of Human Emotions) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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mylittlejamjar2015-06-04 03:50 pm
bornoflove) wrote in mylittlejamjar2015-06-04 03:50 pm
3 Cycles [text]
[Hmm?
This is unusual. There seems to be a new pony or...something on the scroll, in text. At least, that's what it seems like, since this particular figure very, very rarely has spoken on the scrolls with their own identity.
Did she intend to be public? Maybe? Who knows.]
What do you do when you find someone that shares commonality of circumstance with you? Particularly, a rare commonality few others possess?
Please discuss your thoughts. I would like to hear them.
This is unusual. There seems to be a new pony or...something on the scroll, in text. At least, that's what it seems like, since this particular figure very, very rarely has spoken on the scrolls with their own identity.
Did she intend to be public? Maybe? Who knows.]
What do you do when you find someone that shares commonality of circumstance with you? Particularly, a rare commonality few others possess?
Please discuss your thoughts. I would like to hear them.
[text]
Got it. I'll wrap them up and run them over here.
[text] -> [action?]
[action]
[With a high trot, he held the handle of the basket in his mouth, bearing a single decorative tissue wrapped in a bow, and inside were many, MANY spare scones. He sought out the chair shop, and knocked thrice when he found the right door. He'd passed it so many times before, but...]
[action]
The free chairs probably help.Seriously, its almost like the owner is deliberately making the house as foreboding and as creepy as possible.It takes a moment, but finally, the door creaks open thanks to the rather giant dragon claw opening it up. From the darkness, two glowing purple eyes stare back at the puny pony.
From the black, an odd, long snngnnn sound comes before the creature
who, judging by the size of the claw, is way too big to fit into the house, so...how? why?even speaks.]Hello.
[The voice probably sounds... familiar, though less timid, for certain. Meanwhile, some whispers start to echo through the darkness as the...dragon waits for an answer from Kanji.
Ich denke, das sind Scones! Sie riechen wie Scones!][action]
[That voice gives him pause. He'd heard it before... where'd he heard that before? Can't have been too far back. But that's not something to ponder on for long, for he was not the cheese, nor the scones. Right now, he needed to speak to the pumpkin, despite the pounding heart.]
Oh, uhh... hi. Did we talk?
[action]
[She slowly arches her head out, revealing her dragon head.]
...Those smell very good.
[action]
Can't beat fresh scones! They're the best texture right now, too. I usually have some with milk.
[Rising on his hind legs, he used his fronts to offer the basket to her.]
[action]
You...you didn't have to do this.
[Her voice is quiet, at that. More like the timid girl than the frightening dragon. Funnily enough, she isn't actually intentionally being frightening. This time, at least.]
They really do look delicious.
[action]
[But he leaned closer to the door. His voice quieted. Now he's sure... at least, he thinks he's sure.]
...Homura...?
[A small, sheepish smile. Maybe it was someone who sounded like her, but he had to be sure and knew exactly how to check.]
...Ya never told me whatcha thought of that picture I drew.
[action]
[The fact she even responds is confirmation. She looks down at the next question.]
...It was...all right. I liked it.
[She made a copy for her room.][action]
[Ruffling his mane, he added:]
I like drawing, so if you want another one or got a request, I can grab some pencils and do another one. I wondered if scrolls would work, but I could always come here and hand over a fresh sketch or painting directly now, too.
[action]
[Deserve? Scones and a scroll scribble. Scones and a scroll scribble.]
But you barely know me.
[action]
But here we needta stick together the best we can when we're watched by you-know-who. This ain't much, but maybe a small somethin' I put together might cheer you up a little bit.
You... sounded pretty lonely, back then. Today, too.
[action]
I've noticed that things tend to fall apart when I get involved.
[She lets out a long breath at this.]
I believe this is when I ask you to come in, then. I don't get many visitors, at least ones who knock.
[There might be some weird creaky and scampering sounds behind her as she speaks. Also more whispers
Das taugt nichts Herrin hat ein Gast ! Dies wird ein Schrei zu sein! Ich werde das Popcorn zu bekommen!][action]
No pressure. You could always take the scones and slam the door in my face, but I wouldn't mind bein' a visitor if ya want one.
Re: [action]
[Slightly grump at this. Still, she turns and retreats into the blackness; beyond it, if Kanji steps in, is a sparsely-furnished room which, given its weirdly large dimensions, couldn't possibly fit within the building through normal means.
Somewhere on the wall, in one of the weird, cardboard-looking frames, is a scribble Kanji is no doubt familiar with. Its by the only window in the room.][action]
He paused when he saw the framed picture, noting the linework seemed familiar. Hey, there it was, a curious doodle!]
Whoa, ya kept it...
[He placed the basket on the table and rubbed an knee sheepishly.]
I'm really glad you liked it. But... uh, I'm a little confused. Weren't ya a pony when I last got a look atcha?
[action]
[She curled up in a corner after stretching her wings, bringing her gaze and glowing eyes back onto Kanji.]
The part that wears the glasses, that is. She tends to change into it when she's in front. But this is my real form, in this world.