Luke Triton (
hisapprentice) wrote2014-01-13 10:48 am
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[Puzzle 016]
[Fifteen.
Contrary to his nature, Luke rises early, gets himself ready, even tidies up his room - which is hardly messy to begin with. The last thing he does is place his stuffed penguin at the head of the bed, against his pillows, and hold down a sigh.
Hearing no other noise in the house, he puts on his hat and coat and heads for the stables. Best to use this early start to do something, and the horses are good company all around. He notices with some surprise that certain things, hanging on the stable walls, are easier for him to reach now than the last time he remembers struggling for them.
Once that's done, Luke considers and discards several now-too-lonely places: the bakery, the library, even the school. He spends a while in the tea shop, reading but not puzzling, and frowning at his tea. When that is too much of a strain he ambles to the bakery anyway, for a cupcake. Just one cupcake.
Which he promptly leaves in its bakery box on the edge of the fountain while he spends the afternoon trying to build a snow fort. There are already some odd half-finished sculptures around that he thinks he can use. Beside the box is his open journal; he stands over it for a while thinking about a message, before writing one (messy, because he wears mittens and the ink in the pen is cold too):]
Come play in the snow by the fountain. I'm making a fortress.
[[ooc: Pretend this is dated the 12th ok yes. Luke's arbitrary canonless birthday! /throws confetti. This is the part where I have no idea how to play a growing-up young man, but I promise to do my best.]]
Contrary to his nature, Luke rises early, gets himself ready, even tidies up his room - which is hardly messy to begin with. The last thing he does is place his stuffed penguin at the head of the bed, against his pillows, and hold down a sigh.
Hearing no other noise in the house, he puts on his hat and coat and heads for the stables. Best to use this early start to do something, and the horses are good company all around. He notices with some surprise that certain things, hanging on the stable walls, are easier for him to reach now than the last time he remembers struggling for them.
Once that's done, Luke considers and discards several now-too-lonely places: the bakery, the library, even the school. He spends a while in the tea shop, reading but not puzzling, and frowning at his tea. When that is too much of a strain he ambles to the bakery anyway, for a cupcake. Just one cupcake.
Which he promptly leaves in its bakery box on the edge of the fountain while he spends the afternoon trying to build a snow fort. There are already some odd half-finished sculptures around that he thinks he can use. Beside the box is his open journal; he stands over it for a while thinking about a message, before writing one (messy, because he wears mittens and the ink in the pen is cold too):]
Come play in the snow by the fountain. I'm making a fortress.
[[ooc: Pretend this is dated the 12th ok yes. Luke's arbitrary canonless birthday! /throws confetti. This is the part where I have no idea how to play a growing-up young man, but I promise to do my best.]]
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Luke-kun, I have arrived! Please tell me my time.
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Is this an ambush? A delightful challenge of youth!
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It's a snowball fight.
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Then please - allow me to fight back!
[And he's swiftly scooping up a pair of snowballs to throw at the younger boy in rapid succession. At least he's not throwing them particularly hard at least for his strength.]
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[Luke ducks, hearing the snow thud against his makeshift wall. Whew, that was close.]
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[But he has two more snowballs at the ready soon enough, and he makes a dramatic roll around the wall - ready to pelt the first Luke-shaped figure that he sees.]
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Hey! [Amid 'oof's.]
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Are you alright? [He will reach over to help Luke up need it.] Remember that from defeat you can only grow stronger!
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I'm fine. That's not really how you do it.
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[Nobody really ends up "out" because the whole point is throwing more snowballs more of the time.]
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Won't they go easy on you?
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We should remember to leave room for people from your world as well, however!
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There aren't any.
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[He frowns at that.]
I am sorry to hear that. At the same time... That means that they are safe at home, does it not?
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