Rapunzel
03 November 2012 @ 11:59 am
Things hadn't been good for Rapunzel. Being under the control of Mithos; forced to do such terrible things... She had never imagined something that bad would happen, not even at Paradisa. But oh, the damage that she'd done haunted her, even as she tried to focus on the fact that she had control now. It did help, that, to bring out a bit more of her hope. She was very careful of the bracelet she wore, because if anything happened to her keycrest and she went back to being a proper Seraphim... No. She wouldn't let herself even imagine it.

It was a good enough keycrest that she could feel the ghosts of sensations like warmth and touch, but not good enough for her to sleep. She longed to, though, to just have a night to escape the reality of what had happened. As that wasn't an option, she tried to keep herself busy exploring the town. She'd never been there before the attack on the castle, anyway... Yet there was something that made exploration difficult. She had been reluctant to talk to anyone yet, though there were a few she had run into. As she wandered around that particular day, she felt exhasuted. Not physically, of course, but emotionally. Even willing away the sight of her wings seemed like too much effort.

[ ooc: Feel free to decide if your character has run into Rapunzel before now or not! Also I hope I did this right. :| ]


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Zelos Wilder
03 November 2012 @ 04:05 pm
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Rhyme Bitou
03 November 2012 @ 04:42 pm
 [Someone might hear a lot of shuffling about in the fabric shop out in the Animal Crossing town. They could mistake it for a rabbit, maybe. Or they could have seen a little flash of bright orange, or they could have heard the ringing of a small bell. Either way, there was definitely somebody in there, being a busy little mouse.

After Rhyme collected enough yarn, she sat on the floor, taking out two knitting needles. Ever since she'd came to the Dead Zone, she knew she needed to be at least somewhat useful. It had taken her a while to find her niche--and a bad, bad attempt at fishing--but at the moment, it seemed knitting something was it. Not sewing, which could have disappointed Shiki, but knitting little things, like scarves or hats. Winter was going to be approaching soon, so she had to start hurrying. So, humming, she started knitting out a hat, a larger one, occasionally standing and stretching. ]