2014-07-01 - Lucky Clover
| Title: Lucky Clover | |
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| Summary: Eas contemplates her progress with Pretty Cure. | |
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| Where: The Labyrinth Mansion | |
| OOC - IC Date: Uhhhhhhh good question!!! Uploading this late so I'd have to check. | |
Through the trees the winter wind brushes past, leaving a rustling in its wake that only seems to complement the noise of the great mansion hidden out here slowly settling. It creaks as its roof is pushed slightly under the wind, and the window before Eas, denizen of Labyrinth, rattles in its frame.
The dark-haired girl stands at the moment in a smaller area, dusty, a little kitchen with a small window on the first floor. In her hand is held, delicately, the loop on which hangs a little glass clover--green, with four leaves. Thoughtfully, she watches it, red eyes reflecting its glint slightly as the old flourescent bulb in the ceiling flickers. It sways, the loop only lightly held between two fingers. She thinks back...
In the shadowy room where she faced the robed figure, his features obscured--as if it mattered, since it was only a projection--Eas barely looked up at him. He asked her her thoughts, after all, and...
"They can only oppose us because of the magic they hold when transformed. Without it, they're just ordinary human girls."
She asked for this task. And now...
The hiss of the kitchen appliances' heat draws her back to the moment, where she finds herself still looking into the necklace. "Hmph. Find my happiness," she says, shaking her head. It's what Love had said, after all, when she gave it to her.
"With this, I can get even closer to Pretty Cure."
Eas's lips come together in satisfaction, and she inclines her head, finally replacing the loop about her neck with both hands. Only then does she return her attention to the counter. Her ingredients are laid out; beef, the skewers, a whole onion, a green bell pepper. She looks over each, considering. It would be foolish to waste Mobius-sama's resources by throwing away the food she'd bought, after all. But...
She tilts her head as she looks further at one item in particular. Its shape seems so familiar for some reason, like something she's seen. ...Maybe...
Eas picks up the green pepper, examining it carefully from each angle, rotating it here and there in her hand. Casually, she sets it to her mouth and takes a big bite.
Her eyes widen. "Mmph--"
The pepper hits the floor and bounces, while Eas gags over the sink. "Gh--Who /eats/ something like--"
It takes her all night and three cups of coffee to wash the taste out of her mouth.
