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untrueheart) wrote2013-05-20 01:10 am
untrueheart) wrote2013-05-20 01:10 am
Act 1
[For two days, Rue has spent her time deep in the forest, surviving on the supplies provided in a small but seemingly abandoned building. On the first day she saw no one, and spent her time as far away from the storybook bearing her name as possible, forcing herself to ignore the black wings on her back. Doing a terrible job of it.
On the second, someone came by, but she hid herself in the surrounding forest until they were gone. It was a stranger and she didn't want anybody to know she was there. Never mind that she was fairly sure this was outside the walls- somewhere she couldn't even imagine going. Not yet.
But on the morning of the third day, self-preservation wins out over uncertainty, and Rue (with her book, so no one else would find it either) walks from the small house until she finds a small lake, following its river upstream and coming within sight of a village with no wall.
There had been spare clothes in the house, so she wears a large jacket despite the heat, to cover her unfortunate wings; it turns away some of the rain that starts up part of the way through her walk. Eventually she stops under the overhang of a shop, staring around at the unfamiliar village, wondering if she ought to stay out of sight.
Too afraid to open a book labeled with her name - a book that might tell her story - she hasn't even come to understand just how different that story is about to become.]
[[ooc: Rue was at New Feather station bb, and she can be under any roof overhang you want but the Item Shop is the most likely one for running-into shenanigans.]]
On the second, someone came by, but she hid herself in the surrounding forest until they were gone. It was a stranger and she didn't want anybody to know she was there. Never mind that she was fairly sure this was outside the walls- somewhere she couldn't even imagine going. Not yet.
But on the morning of the third day, self-preservation wins out over uncertainty, and Rue (with her book, so no one else would find it either) walks from the small house until she finds a small lake, following its river upstream and coming within sight of a village with no wall.
There had been spare clothes in the house, so she wears a large jacket despite the heat, to cover her unfortunate wings; it turns away some of the rain that starts up part of the way through her walk. Eventually she stops under the overhang of a shop, staring around at the unfamiliar village, wondering if she ought to stay out of sight.
Too afraid to open a book labeled with her name - a book that might tell her story - she hasn't even come to understand just how different that story is about to become.]
[[ooc: Rue was at New Feather station bb, and she can be under any roof overhang you want but the Item Shop is the most likely one for running-into shenanigans.]]
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Oh! I think I know what you mean! [ When she'd been stuck in Drosselmeyer's world, right? That wasn't too long ago! ] I'm not from too far ahead of you, then!
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...Do you want to know what happens?
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[Now she sounds like Mytho. While she's trying to sound decisive she is busy looking frightened.]
I...I don't know. Is it awful?
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N-no, not at all!
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Okay. Tell me.
[Duck wouldn't lie.]
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Fakir wrote a story that let me - Princess Tutu-me - and Mytho stop the Raven! And... [ She looked at her meaningfully. ] He saved you.
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['Saved me from what' would come next, if she didn't already have the breath of an idea. She knew what was going to happen to her once her father reappeared - she'd always known, maybe. No matter how much she wanted to believe she would have been okay.]
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Sort of. I mean, he saved me, and I saved Mytho, and Mytho...he saved you.
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[It's still disbelief, but of a very different flavor. Mytho had been cruel and terrible and she had not loved him any less, but for him to turn around and save her - choose her, despite his very apparent love of Princess Tutu...
Rue buries her face in her arms.]
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Oh, Rue, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you upset!
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That last realization has her on her feet again, arms around Duck instead. She'll let go in a few seconds if nothing happens; it's the most emotion she can remember ever showing Duck, outside of anger and condescension.]
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Everything I did...
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[ Especially not here, when it had taken them away from their story. ]
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When she does, finally, let go of Duck, she turns immediately to rub her face on the sleeve of her jacket.]
I'm...I'm sorry.
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Okay. Then I'll try not to be.
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[Another smile.]
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