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.
[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.
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[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.