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lucetilogs2012-07-05 03:20 am
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Who: Anyone attending Nami's birthday party. /o/
What: ...Nami's birthday party. 8|
When: Evening on the 4th July.
Where: The mikan orchard.
Summary: An impromptu last minute stubborn celebration of something that's fun.
Rating: ...P for pinwheels? 8|a
[Tis a mingling post. Mingle! Seriously. The orchard's lit up, there is alcohol, there are snacks, there are mikan. There's also piles of coloured paper for much later, but that's another story.
Backtag to your heart's content. We apologise for contributing to the glut of birthday posts that is early July. |D Popular month!]
What: ...Nami's birthday party. 8|
When: Evening on the 4th July.
Where: The mikan orchard.
Summary: An impromptu last minute stubborn celebration of something that's fun.
Rating: ...P for pinwheels? 8|a
[Tis a mingling post. Mingle! Seriously. The orchard's lit up, there is alcohol, there are snacks, there are mikan. There's also piles of coloured paper for much later, but that's another story.
Backtag to your heart's content. We apologise for contributing to the glut of birthday posts that is early July. |D Popular month!]
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...Though the wind is being terribly mean and blowing her little cranes away, given how light they are. Stupid wind.]
Ah, no--! [Flail!] Get back!
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Here Miyabi. [Just don't mind the actual feathers they're in.]
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Ah...thank you, Marco. [Carefully, she'll remove the teensy bits of paper, smoothing down his feathers individually after she's picked through them. And maybe just petting and inspecting, too. They're warm and soft, but they don't burn, how strange.] You saved my flock, ehehe.
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[And then a chuckle at the last part.] Good thing too, eh? They're too small to be flying off on their own yet.
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Ah, but they're still strong! You shouldn't underestimate someone just because of their size! [See? They're all still intact with no bends!] Do you know how to make paper cranes, Marco? I can add a tail to one, and make it a phoenix, too. It'll be the thousandth one, if I can manage making the others.
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[Nods about the cranes.] I do. [Grins.] So the phoenix will be the thousandth? Are you going to make a wish?
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Ehehe, maybe. If he'll grant my wish, then I just might. But I still have quite a bit of work to do to even get that far. [In fact, Miyabi reaches for another piece of paper to make another.] ...I'm actually a little surprised you know that legend.
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Are you kidding? Bird legends are sort of my thing... As for granting wishes, I'll help. But you have to tell me the wish. [So he can help make it come true, if he can.]
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Eh...I don't think you'd be able to grant my big wish, but thank you. [She continues folding the paper, and holds up yet another finished little crane in her palm.] how many do you know? Stories, I mean. Are you familiar with the Tongue-Cut Sparrow?
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Ah, I know a few stories, mostly from books or living them. Can't say I'm familiar with that one though.
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Do you want to hear it? It's not too long, and it's very good. I think you'd like it a lot. Chun enjoys it the most out of all the stories I tell to her...ehehe, probably because shes a sparrow.
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I'd love to. It'd truly be my pleasure. You're a fantastic storyteller, eh.
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[she pulls more paper towards her, and begins folding. Of course there's going to be some kind of artistic accompaniment. That's just how the girl rolls. What she make is a little paper man and a little paper woman.]
There was once an old man who had a wife with a very bad temper. She had never borne him any children, and would not take the trouble to adopt a son. So, for a little pet the old man kept a tiny sparrow... [She picks up one of the teeny paper cranes, and "flies" it to the paper man, which she holds in her other hand.] ....and fed it with great care. [Miyabi puts down the man, and picks up the woman, shaking her a little bit.] The old dame, not satisfied with scolding her husband, hated the sparrow.
Now the old woman's temper was especially bad on wash days - when her old back and knees were well strained over the low tub, which rested on the ground. It happened once that she had made some starch, and set it in a red wooden bowl to cool. [Miyabi rips up some white paper, and drops them on a piece of red paper.] While her back was turned, the sparrow hopped down on the edge of the bowl, and pecked at some of the starch. [Peck, peck, goes the little paper crane in her other hand.] In a rage the old hag seized a pair of scissors and cut the sparrow's tongue out! [Which Miyabi does, too, ripping a part of the crane's beak off.] Flinging the bird in the air she cried out, "Now be off!" So the poor sparrow, all bleeding, flew away... [She sets the little birdy down, a few inches away, and takes the paper man into her hand.]
When the old man came back and found his pet gone, he made a great scene. He asked his wife, and she told him what she had done, and why. [She mimics this action, bobbing the two paper figures in her hands, and lowers the paper man in a sad bow.] The sorrowful old man grieved sorely for his pet, and after looking in every place and calling it by name, gave it up...as lost.
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What happened next?!
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Well... Long after this, the old man - while wandering on the mountains - met his old friend the sparrow! [Miyabi takes back the little paper crane, and the paper man, making them both bow to one another.] They both cried "Good morning!" to each other, and bowing low offered many mutual congratulations and inquiries as to health. Then the sparrow begged the old man to visit his humble abode, promising to introduce his wife and two daughters.
[Miyabi takes two more little paper cranes, and another piece of paper, cutting it into the shape of a house.]
The old man went in and found a nice little house with a bamboo garden, tiny waterfall, stepping stone, and everything complete. Then Mrs. Sparrow [Miyabi holds up a crane, a little yellow one.] brought in slices of sugar-jelly, rock-candy, sweet potato custard, and a bowl of hot starch sprinkled with sugar, and a pair of chopsticks on a tray. Miss Suzumi, the elder daughter [She holds up a purple one this time.] brought the tea caddy and teapot, and in a snap of the fingers had a good cup of tea ready, which she offered on a tray, kneeling.
"Please take up and help yourself. The refreshments are very poor, but I hope you will excuse our plainness," said Mother Sparrow. The delighted old man, wondering in himself at such a polite family of sparrows, ate heartily, and drank several cups of tea. Finally, on being pressed he remained all night!
For several days the old man enjoyed himself at the sparrow's home. [Look at the little paper man dance and bob about, hehe.] He looked at the landscapes and the moonlight, feasted to his heart's content, and played checkers with Ko-Suzumi the little daughter. [Tiny, green crane!] In the evening Mrs. Sparrow would bring out the refreshments and the wine, and seat the old man on a silken cushion, while she played the guitar. Mr. Sparrow and his two daughters danced, sung, and made merry. The delighted old man leaning on the velvet armrest forgot his cares, his old limbs, and his wife's tongue, and felt like a youth again!
On the fifth day...the old man said he must go home. [She lines up the little cranes, two parents in front and the two daughters behind, and makes the paper man bow politely before them.] Then, the sparrow brought out two baskets made of plaited rattan, such as are used in traveling, and carried on men's shoulders. [Miyabi quickly folds up two little boxes, and sets them down before the little paper man.] Placing them before their guest, the sparrow said, "Please accept a parting gift." [Little crane bow.]
Now one basket was very heavy, [she points to one.] and the other very light [Then the other]. The old man, not being greedy, said he would take the lighter one! So with many thanks, and bows, and good-byes, he set off homewards. [Miyabi puts the one paper basket in the hand of the paper man and "walks" him along with it.]
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[Waits for Miyabi to continue, and yes it's obvious he's quite enjoying it.]
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He reached his hut safely, but instead of a kind welcome, the old hag began to scold him for being away so long! He begged her to be quiet, and telling of his visit to the sparrows, opened the basket, while the scowling old woman held her tongue, out of sheer curiosity...
[Miyabi moves the paper box out of the man's hand, and unfolds it, cutting up bits of yellow and white paper like cold coins and sprinkling them into it.] Oh, what a splendid sight! There were gold and silver coins, and gems! And coral! And crystal, and amber, and the never-failing bag of money! And the invisible coat and hat, and rolls of books, and all manner of precious things!! [Grinning from ear to ear, Miyabi makes both paper man and woman dance around the treasure...but sets aside the man and has the woman dance away, the turn left and right sneakily.]
At the sight of so much wealth, the old hag's scowl changed to a smile of greedy joy... "I'll go right off and get a present myself from the sparrows!" said she.
So, binding on her straw sandals, and tucking up her skirts, and adjusting her girdle with the bow in front, she seized her staff and set off on the road.
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She's kind of a bitch, eh?
[What is censoring language?]
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Careful I don't cut your tongue, Mister Marco. [She puts a finger to her lips for him to shush, and goes on, lining up the cranes again.]
Arriving at the sparrow's house she began to flatter Mr. Sparrow by soft speeches. [A bow or two from the paper woman.] Of course the polite sparrow invited her into his house, but nothing but a cup of tea was offered her, and wife and daughters kept away. [She pushes the three paper cranes back slowly.] Seeing she was not going to get any good-bye gift, the brazen hussy asked for one! The sparrow then brought out and set before her two baskets, [Miyabi makes the paper boxes again, but this time...they're bigger. Or, one is. One she makes of black paper. The other is much smaller. Her eyes lid in a sway that spells trouble, and a dastardly smile spreads on her face.] one heavy...and the other light.
[She picks up the black box, and holds it out in her palm toward Marco.] Taking the heavier one without so much as saying "thank you," she carried it back with her. Then she opened it...expecting all kinds of riches...
She took off the lid... [Her smile becomes a horrible grin, as the girl begins to unfold the black paper box--and then jumps up, slamming her hands on the table, then rising them above her like a monster, her voice high and going faster and faster as she goes on the list.] --when a horrible cuttlefish rushed at her! And a horned oni snapped his tusks at her! [She gnashes her teeth, grinning.] A skeleton poked his bony fingers in her face! And finally a long, hairy serpent, with a big head and lolling tongue, [She sticks out her tongue.] sprang out and coiled around her...cracking her bones! And squeeeeezing out her breath...until she died.
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After the good old man had buried his wife, he adopted a son to comfort his old age, and with his treasures lived at ease all his days.
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I think that's my favorite story I've heard of yours yet. [Because obviously the old man is his Pops and got to adopt sons = best story ever.]
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I thought you would like it. I don't really know any stories about phoenixes, though. Not any that are long and good... They're rare, and are only said to appear at the beginning of a new era, or at the fall of an empire. If you have any to share, I'd be more than happy to hear what you know.
[Tell her the story of your people.
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Mah, I'm not as great a storyteller actually. Mostly I just read, or listen to my Pops. He's great at stories.
Start of a new era though...
There once was a dying man. His illness was due to overtake him in just a short time, but how long that would truly be, no one could safely say. He couldn't be cured, not even the cherry blossoms would save him for long. Face to face with his own mortality he decided he wanted to go out leaving a big impact on the world, to make it a better place for others, or to just experience something no one else had ever done before.
He set sail for Paradise. The ocean of dreams, where determination matter most and anything can happen. Along the way he had hundred of adventures, and met a young boy he passed his legend onto, the Will carrying on through a bond that tyrants could never understand. Rather than die quietly alone in bed, he chose the place he'd be killed, someplace to mark the destiny of a new generation and push them forward from the past.
It's an old tale and I've seen the names and faces change many times. Some think he's a hero, some think he's the devil. The dates change, and history repeats itself with it. But it has a beginning, and the winds of change follow in that Will's wake.
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...That was an amazing story! But it sounds more like the beginning of a greater tale than an actual story. Ehehe, but I like it, so thank you for sharing. I'd love to sail along the sea... I've never been sailing yet, but I've flown over the ocean a little bit...on some of the larger birds that live here.
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Really? I go flying with Ace and Robin over there quite a bit, but Ace has his own skiff here, maybe he could take you sometime if you're not afraid of fire.
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