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hisapprentice) wrote2013-03-08 08:39 pm
hisapprentice) wrote2013-03-08 08:39 pm
[Puzzle 013]
[Part 1
Homework on the weekends is just plain unfair! Luke chooses not to bring this up with his favorite teacher, however, opting instead to carry his notebook and papers and books to somewhere else to study. He considers the library, standing before its door for a while, but in the end he turns around and goes through the Welcome Center to the Tea Shop instead. The sense of bustle helps himget all distracted concentrate.
Plus, there's tea. He chooses an empty table and spreads out everything he'll need. As usual, this turns pretty quickly into him sitting there with a full cup of tea while he devises puzzles on paper or of paper. At the height of his distraction he builds a tower of folded paper cubes...and a gust of wind through the window scatters them all across the floor.
Then he's got to pick them up again.
Part 2
After all - or most - of his schoolwork is finished, Luke shoulders his bag and heads off to the stables. Just because Mr. Greg went home is no reason to slack in his responsibilities! He loves the horses and they tend to like him too. Besides, he brought carrots.
He greets any fellow stablehands and goes about his horsey business, picking up a rake to start on clearing one of the stalls. Of course, you've got to get the horse out of it first.
What happens next isn't quite clear to him once it's over; all he knows is that something spooked the horse and he managed to get out of the way before it kicked, and now he's on the ground with the rake's handle trapped beneath him. Pushing himself up again, he sees that the sound he heard must have been said handle half-snapping as he landed on it. Then he notices something else.
A bit shaky, he goes back to his bag and fumbles his journal out of it.]
I think there's...a bit of a problem... I'm at the- the stables and I fell and, uh...I might be hurt.
[Though he sounds unsure, it's the kind of unsure that really makes one sure.]
[[ooc: Go ahead. Break time. You know you want to. It'll be great. (Meaning, of course more than one person can find him at the tea shop/pick up papers with him/discover his fate in the stables. Have fun!)]]
Homework on the weekends is just plain unfair! Luke chooses not to bring this up with his favorite teacher, however, opting instead to carry his notebook and papers and books to somewhere else to study. He considers the library, standing before its door for a while, but in the end he turns around and goes through the Welcome Center to the Tea Shop instead. The sense of bustle helps him
Plus, there's tea. He chooses an empty table and spreads out everything he'll need. As usual, this turns pretty quickly into him sitting there with a full cup of tea while he devises puzzles on paper or of paper. At the height of his distraction he builds a tower of folded paper cubes...and a gust of wind through the window scatters them all across the floor.
Then he's got to pick them up again.
Part 2
After all - or most - of his schoolwork is finished, Luke shoulders his bag and heads off to the stables. Just because Mr. Greg went home is no reason to slack in his responsibilities! He loves the horses and they tend to like him too. Besides, he brought carrots.
He greets any fellow stablehands and goes about his horsey business, picking up a rake to start on clearing one of the stalls. Of course, you've got to get the horse out of it first.
What happens next isn't quite clear to him once it's over; all he knows is that something spooked the horse and he managed to get out of the way before it kicked, and now he's on the ground with the rake's handle trapped beneath him. Pushing himself up again, he sees that the sound he heard must have been said handle half-snapping as he landed on it. Then he notices something else.
A bit shaky, he goes back to his bag and fumbles his journal out of it.]
I think there's...a bit of a problem... I'm at the- the stables and I fell and, uh...I might be hurt.
[Though he sounds unsure, it's the kind of unsure that really makes one sure.]
[[ooc: Go ahead. Break time. You know you want to. It'll be great. (Meaning, of course more than one person can find him at the tea shop/pick up papers with him/discover his fate in the stables. Have fun!)]]
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Thanks. I can walk all right, though.
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[He will be walking along with the boy, though. He has the time spare at the moment, and doesn't want to deal with being bothered by busybodies if he lets Luke go on his own.]
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not really.] ...Will that hurt?[Action]
...of course not.
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Then I suppose we could.
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...into the clinic at the Battledome.
He lets go of Luke's hand.]
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Was that...magic?
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[When Loki came whirlwinding into the stables the way he did, this was not one of the outcomes Luke pictured.]
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You, ah...are you going to go back and check on the horses? [He doesn't even know whether he wants Loki to stick around or not.]
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Do you wish me to stay?
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Um...you don't have to. I'll be okay. [Brave face!]
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You're quite correct. I don't have to do anything. [He's a god. It's like being a 900 pound gorilla but so much prettier.] Do you want me to?
[Luke is, after all, one of the volunteers at the stable. He does want them to stick around, since they're quite helpful. And, well. There's the in-common liking horses thing that helps.]
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[He wants to go back in time and not fall over and make a mess of things, mostly.]
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[But he moves to follow Luke anyway.]
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[At least it won't take long - Luceti healing magic is a wonderful thing and Luke ought to be pleasantly surprised.]
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While he isn't smiling, exactly, he looks pretty relieved as he turns to Loki.]
Thanks, again. I, um...I'll be more careful the next time I'm there.
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He nods.]
You are welcome.
Do try. But accidents also do happen.
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[He looks a little tired, but he means it. It is his mess.]
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Come back once you're healed.
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