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[Sept. 18, 2007][Original] Crowd Control
Title: Crowd Control
Day/Theme: Sept. 18, 2007 "Holding your poly-morphing opinion"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojiro, Wind-Bell, Gingko, Ayn
Rating: PG
"There's a fight just outside the castle! Lord Ayn needs help!" the scraggly servant panted.
Kojiro frowned. It was his father that Lord Ayn was looking for, not him. What obligation did he have to the local lord to risk injury putting down whatever sort of rabble had gathered to shout at the nobles? Of course, if this "fight" became a riot or something bigger, his home was directly in the line of fire and he didn't want any trouble spilling into this quiet street.
Wind-Bell was waiting for his decision before she made a move.
"What the heck," he decided, "Bashing a few heads will help me get this frustration out of my system." He grabbed his rapier in its scabard off the umbrella stand and slipped the black covering through the sash at his waist. "I'll look into it," he said coldly, waving Gingko out of the way.
Lord Ayn's servant scurried ahead, leading the way, though Kojiro was in no way unfamiliar with how to get to the castle. It was barely a block away.
"I'm coming too, Young Master!" Wind-Bell shouted as she struggled to grab her spear and lock the door behind them without being left too far behind.
The front gates of the imperial compound came into sight over the tops of the other buildings clustered around the square. A large crowd had already gathered, some participating in the noisy nonsense and others simply watching. Lord Ayn stood to the side, looking on nervously, his knuckles paling from his tight grip on the hilt of his sword. Gingko ran over to his master and tugged on the tall, rugged man's sleeve to catch his attention. Ayn glanced down at his servant who pointed over to Kojiro and Wind-Bell, saying something they could not hear over the uproar.
"Freedom! Liberation!" a man's voice was calling over the general noise of the crowd and the clatter of imperial soldiers trying to make sense of the disturbance.
Lord Ayn approached Kojiro with Gingko still clinging parasitically to his long, gray sleeve. "Get these people calmed down!" the nobleman bellowed.
Kojiro resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had never been especially fond of his father's compatriots. When a man like this was giving him orders without any explanation for them, he was tempted to head in and make the fight worse.
"Who's fighting?" Wind-Bell asked, nearly yelling to be heard.
"It's the prisoners of war!" Ayn bellowed back, trying to explain the situation as quickly as possible, "They're causing a stir!"
"Not that I can blame them," Kojiro thought.
Day/Theme: Sept. 18, 2007 "Holding your poly-morphing opinion"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Kojiro, Wind-Bell, Gingko, Ayn
Rating: PG
"There's a fight just outside the castle! Lord Ayn needs help!" the scraggly servant panted.
Kojiro frowned. It was his father that Lord Ayn was looking for, not him. What obligation did he have to the local lord to risk injury putting down whatever sort of rabble had gathered to shout at the nobles? Of course, if this "fight" became a riot or something bigger, his home was directly in the line of fire and he didn't want any trouble spilling into this quiet street.
Wind-Bell was waiting for his decision before she made a move.
"What the heck," he decided, "Bashing a few heads will help me get this frustration out of my system." He grabbed his rapier in its scabard off the umbrella stand and slipped the black covering through the sash at his waist. "I'll look into it," he said coldly, waving Gingko out of the way.
Lord Ayn's servant scurried ahead, leading the way, though Kojiro was in no way unfamiliar with how to get to the castle. It was barely a block away.
"I'm coming too, Young Master!" Wind-Bell shouted as she struggled to grab her spear and lock the door behind them without being left too far behind.
The front gates of the imperial compound came into sight over the tops of the other buildings clustered around the square. A large crowd had already gathered, some participating in the noisy nonsense and others simply watching. Lord Ayn stood to the side, looking on nervously, his knuckles paling from his tight grip on the hilt of his sword. Gingko ran over to his master and tugged on the tall, rugged man's sleeve to catch his attention. Ayn glanced down at his servant who pointed over to Kojiro and Wind-Bell, saying something they could not hear over the uproar.
"Freedom! Liberation!" a man's voice was calling over the general noise of the crowd and the clatter of imperial soldiers trying to make sense of the disturbance.
Lord Ayn approached Kojiro with Gingko still clinging parasitically to his long, gray sleeve. "Get these people calmed down!" the nobleman bellowed.
Kojiro resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had never been especially fond of his father's compatriots. When a man like this was giving him orders without any explanation for them, he was tempted to head in and make the fight worse.
"Who's fighting?" Wind-Bell asked, nearly yelling to be heard.
"It's the prisoners of war!" Ayn bellowed back, trying to explain the situation as quickly as possible, "They're causing a stir!"
"Not that I can blame them," Kojiro thought.