#rung 02

[spiderstaff]

@beyond-use​

“’Scuse me, can you reach that candy bar for me...? The one on the ledge there. I can’t quite get it.” Kay holds her Halloween pail tight as she tugs on this person’s sleeve. They’re another human, just like her, but tall enough to reach at least a windowsill.

(The next costume she chooses is going to be one that makes her taller.)

And though she’s pretty sure she’s never met this human before, somehow this exchange feels familiar. Maybe it’s her human eyes not being as good as her elven ones, but she can’t quite place them.

“I’ve got kind of a weird question, too, if you don’t mind. Is there any chance we’ve met before...?”

[ascarletflame]

@beyond-use

[To: Rung] [From: Grimm]

[txt] hey darling I need your help [txt] your help to make me FAMOUS and LOVED BY ALL [txt] I mean I already am those things, but you know. MORE!!! [txt] come to the technologica studios on that weird island across the ocean

Grimm awaits at this time-warped place, watching the sky. This was the perfect opportunity to spread the word of his mystical greatness, the chance to advertise to those who wouldn't normally see it. And if they watch whatever this weird show is, they'll already get to see his amazing skills...! Who wouldn’t buy tickets to his performances after that?!

He's a little suspicious, though. Everyone warned him of the strange events that cover the city on occasion. This seems...  a little tame. Was there something more sinister behind it? Maybe it had something to do with that NULL attack they mentioned...?

Oh well. The Troupe Master is excited to show off for the city! And show off for Rung too, of course.

[sunwoofs]

@beyond-use

“I’m... sorry, have we met before?”

The thought stirs her lips and out before she concludes that it’s a foolish sentiment to air, in a state that precious few- maybe none in this city- would even recognize. But there is something very familiar about this individual, his presence.

A light shake of her head, the- unfamiliar? nostalgic?- jangle of hairpins rather than the flap of ears and the shifting of fur. “I suppose faces repeat after a while. Forgive me, I’ve gone nostalgic in my age.”

Perhaps this is a gloomy note to end on, and she feels bad having pulled the person into this conversation. And yet, she can’t shake the thought from before... her nose is weaker in this form she supposes. Still. Something better to talk about.

“The city looks much more colorful with this diversion of the Stars’, doesn’t it?”