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[April 10] [Original] See You Kids Later
Title: See You Kids Later
Day/Theme: April 10, 2010 "Grab your heart we need to leave"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Simcha, Fado, Saselia, Bashir, etc.
Rating: G
The area immediately proceeding the shrine was somewhat wooded in scattered clumps and clusters. For the sake of convenience, Fado scouted out a clear spot not far from a sluggish creek. The water was too slow to be counted safe without boiling, but away from a town or a way station, it was the best they could hope for.
"I promise I won't be out all night," Simcha said with a vague target-on-my-heart gesture. "I'll just see if I can sell the last of this stuff, pay my piece, and move on."
"I don't think we're planning on letting you off so easily, Simka," Henna nudged him heartily. When she raised her arms, her purple cloak spread out around her like a heavy set of wings. It struck him as appropriately mock-sinister.
"You gentlemen are our escorts! You have to be certain to show us a good time!" Jeska agreed. Her voice was rough and it rasped as it left her throat.
"Wherever did you get that idea?" Fado murmured humorously, holding Sola's arm as he marched back onto the road.
"Your mother would be so proud of you. Such exquisite manners!" the white-haired woman exclaimed.
"Hey, what about me?" Simcha pestered them, eager for a compliment of his own. Thought the reasons for this admiration were quite varied, in all the years he'd known Fado, Simcha had never met a person so frequently complimented. He'd be jealous if, he too, didn't like the strange ex-general so much.
"Your mother would probably still tell you to stand up straight, eat your vegetables, and watch your language! But that means you're fun to go around with, so never you mind your old Mama, Simka!"
"I always liked your type of guy best," Jeska added.
"That enough for you?" Saselia asked with a slight roll of her eyes. Her uncle was really too much sometimes.
"If you look up that way, you can see the roof of the shrine from here, so you know we're not far away." Saselia didn't bother to follow the line of his pointing hand, but Bashir looked up over the elms and gingkos to where the strangely twisted steeple of the shrine rose up into the clear sky. It looked like a wooden corkscrew. Whether that was intentional or not in a place with a somewhat related focus he could not guess. "I mean, if there's trouble, there're gonna be plenty of people at the shrine, including us, who can do something about whatever it is."
"Of course." Bashir was sure he was right, but for once he didn't anticipate any trouble. The less people he spoke to, the lower his chances of doing something monumentally stupid.
"See ya later then!" Simcha waved as he left.
Saselia waved back.
Day/Theme: April 10, 2010 "Grab your heart we need to leave"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Simcha, Fado, Saselia, Bashir, etc.
Rating: G
The area immediately proceeding the shrine was somewhat wooded in scattered clumps and clusters. For the sake of convenience, Fado scouted out a clear spot not far from a sluggish creek. The water was too slow to be counted safe without boiling, but away from a town or a way station, it was the best they could hope for.
"I promise I won't be out all night," Simcha said with a vague target-on-my-heart gesture. "I'll just see if I can sell the last of this stuff, pay my piece, and move on."
"I don't think we're planning on letting you off so easily, Simka," Henna nudged him heartily. When she raised her arms, her purple cloak spread out around her like a heavy set of wings. It struck him as appropriately mock-sinister.
"You gentlemen are our escorts! You have to be certain to show us a good time!" Jeska agreed. Her voice was rough and it rasped as it left her throat.
"Wherever did you get that idea?" Fado murmured humorously, holding Sola's arm as he marched back onto the road.
"Your mother would be so proud of you. Such exquisite manners!" the white-haired woman exclaimed.
"Hey, what about me?" Simcha pestered them, eager for a compliment of his own. Thought the reasons for this admiration were quite varied, in all the years he'd known Fado, Simcha had never met a person so frequently complimented. He'd be jealous if, he too, didn't like the strange ex-general so much.
"Your mother would probably still tell you to stand up straight, eat your vegetables, and watch your language! But that means you're fun to go around with, so never you mind your old Mama, Simka!"
"I always liked your type of guy best," Jeska added.
"That enough for you?" Saselia asked with a slight roll of her eyes. Her uncle was really too much sometimes.
"If you look up that way, you can see the roof of the shrine from here, so you know we're not far away." Saselia didn't bother to follow the line of his pointing hand, but Bashir looked up over the elms and gingkos to where the strangely twisted steeple of the shrine rose up into the clear sky. It looked like a wooden corkscrew. Whether that was intentional or not in a place with a somewhat related focus he could not guess. "I mean, if there's trouble, there're gonna be plenty of people at the shrine, including us, who can do something about whatever it is."
"Of course." Bashir was sure he was right, but for once he didn't anticipate any trouble. The less people he spoke to, the lower his chances of doing something monumentally stupid.
"See ya later then!" Simcha waved as he left.
Saselia waved back.