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capeandcowllogs2009-05-01 10:42 pm
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WHO: Duck and Near
WHERE: Somewhere in the city, I don't know.
WHEN: Backdated April 22nd because I am a lamer
WARNINGS: Duck is sad and angry and rather depressed. I don't know if this constitutes something worthy of warning people about.
SUMMARY: Under Puck's curse, Duck is now stuck in duck form. Believing the change to be permanent, she's given up on being human and is living as a bird in the City. Then she crosses paths with Near.
FORMAT: Whatever you like
It wasn't fair. Well, actually it was, since the duck form was her true form and it wasn't as though she wasn't a duck to begin with. But over the time she'd spent in her mission as Princess Tutu, she'd gotten used to, enjoyed being a girl, more than being a duck, and it was hard to go back to being a little yellow bird after dancing pas de deux with princes and knights. The thing that made it okay was Fakir's promise that he'd always stick by her, even if she was just a duck.
It looked like she was back to being a duck for good, and Fakir wasn't there anymore. The Porter had taken him. She'd seen it happen with her own two eyes. One moment he was there, in his room at his school's boarding house, the next he was gone. As if the Iron Suit had done it on purpose.
There had been no point in staying in Ivy's house anymore. As kind as Harley had been to Duck, she wasn't completely certain the jester-woman wouldn't get a hankering for Peking duck. Anyway, Harley was dead. If she had been a more cynical sort of bird, wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Now that she was a bird for good again, she had found herself a nice little pond in a little-frequented corner of the city's Central Park. She vowed she would have nothing more to do with humans.
This was rather problematic, since the city was full of people, but she figured as long as she never got too close to them, it would be fine. To that end she was having to spend most of her days airborne. It was amazing the number of people she had managed to meet over her stay in the City, and she had to avoid them all. This was the activity which occupied her today. She flew sulkily, the avian equivalent of a child, arms crossed, stomping around, stubbornly pouting.
WHERE: Somewhere in the city, I don't know.
WHEN: Backdated April 22nd because I am a lamer
WARNINGS: Duck is sad and angry and rather depressed. I don't know if this constitutes something worthy of warning people about.
SUMMARY: Under Puck's curse, Duck is now stuck in duck form. Believing the change to be permanent, she's given up on being human and is living as a bird in the City. Then she crosses paths with Near.
FORMAT: Whatever you like
It wasn't fair. Well, actually it was, since the duck form was her true form and it wasn't as though she wasn't a duck to begin with. But over the time she'd spent in her mission as Princess Tutu, she'd gotten used to, enjoyed being a girl, more than being a duck, and it was hard to go back to being a little yellow bird after dancing pas de deux with princes and knights. The thing that made it okay was Fakir's promise that he'd always stick by her, even if she was just a duck.
It looked like she was back to being a duck for good, and Fakir wasn't there anymore. The Porter had taken him. She'd seen it happen with her own two eyes. One moment he was there, in his room at his school's boarding house, the next he was gone. As if the Iron Suit had done it on purpose.
There had been no point in staying in Ivy's house anymore. As kind as Harley had been to Duck, she wasn't completely certain the jester-woman wouldn't get a hankering for Peking duck. Anyway, Harley was dead. If she had been a more cynical sort of bird, wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Now that she was a bird for good again, she had found herself a nice little pond in a little-frequented corner of the city's Central Park. She vowed she would have nothing more to do with humans.
This was rather problematic, since the city was full of people, but she figured as long as she never got too close to them, it would be fine. To that end she was having to spend most of her days airborne. It was amazing the number of people she had managed to meet over her stay in the City, and she had to avoid them all. This was the activity which occupied her today. She flew sulkily, the avian equivalent of a child, arms crossed, stomping around, stubbornly pouting.