Technicolor Propaganda on the veranda! (Sofie)

[Hwyn]

517 av Fall 20th

The funny thing about memorable days, is for the most part they start out just like any other day, there are rarely omens when one opens their eyes telling them that something that would change their day or even their life was approaching. This does not however stop that change from coming. Another day amongst many in the commerancy was being spent in mild stagnation. Hwyn taken with the outdoor courtyard and playground the Orphanage played host to spent many of his free hours their enjoying the gentle Ravokian weather.
Even if he did not always play with the little ones keeping an eye on them was fun enough that that he didn’t mind wasting some of his time just trying to keep the peace between the rug rats. It was because he was watching them that he noticed at all what was going on, as the children stopped playing and one after the other looked to the sky, mesmerized by something high up above.

Joining them in looking up Hwyn peered past the clouds and saw It, a giant bird like none he’d ever seen before flying above the clouds like a mighty beast he couldn’t imagine how big the bird must’ve been up close even in the sky it was imposing. As the children murmured among themselves similarly confounded by it’s appearance Hwyn saw whoever it was aboard the sky bound apparition release into the sky hundreds upon hundreds of…. Papers? It didn’t make any sense to him, whatever it was the man was doing but the bird never stopped flying and the papers didn’t seem to have any end to them as the began their earthbound descent like a rain of technicolor leaves to make even a fall colored forest jealous of the many hued radiance that now rained upon the dark and somber town of Ravok.

Dancing amid the rainbow flurry of fliers the orphans snagged the paper from the air looking Up Hwyn snagged one himself to look at it but it was covered in the runes that he’d never learned. Casting his eyes about he looked for someone who could read curios as to what was worthy of being dropped upon the entire town.

[Sofia]

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There were health benefits to being outside, sitting in the sun, and getting fresh air. This is what she had been told by the nurses during health classes, and this is why she was sitting on the steps, reading the transcripts of a low profile interrogation done by a Black Sun agent years before she was born. She was graduating the Commorancy soon, nearly an adult according to her teachers and those who had observed her beginning to reach physical maturity a fair number of years before any of her fully-human peers. And with graduating the Commorancy came tests and decisions, and if she wasn't deemed fit to begin the process of becoming a part of the Black Sun, she wasn't quite sure what she'd do instead. As a loyal devotee of Rhysol, nothing would bring herself more shame than that.

So, she was studying. The teachers had discovered her natural penchant for getting information out of people, and they nurtured it. Natural talent wasn't enough - she had to learn how it was done the Black Sun way. While she didn't have an outright aversion to violence, Sofia did prefer to study (and perform) the cleaner methods of interrogation. These transcripts were one of them. It was an elaborate scenario that included multiple interrogators, with the intent only the first would get the information they needed. The information itself was left out, but that's not what she was after. It was set up so that every visit of the first interrogator refreshed a curse that slowly grew the distrust in the second and third, while reassuring the victim that it was the first interrogator who was there to almost help him, offering the safety and trust that the victim had begun to desperately desire. The victim was hardly injured, and still spilled out everything they needed as if he was confiding to a friend.

She had only just begun musing on the essay she was supposed to write evaluating the interrogation when she looked up and saw the flurry of papers, and another orphan - was it Hwyn? - standing in front of her. It wasn't unknown that he didn't know how to read, and she was reading and writing in plain sight. Picking up a flier that had fallen in her lap, she looked back into the sky in confusion and wonder at the colorful paper rain. Sofia's eyes drifted back down towards Hwyn.

"Is there something you need?" she asked, before even looking at her own slip.

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[Hwyn]

Technicolor Propaganda on the veranda!

Maybe shame should have been the first reaction, but you have to have some modicum if pride before you can feel shame. Hwyn had accepted the fact that he could not read, he still wanted to learn but it hadn’t ever really been available to him so he’d simply let it stop worrying him. So when the girl looked at him and asked him if there was something he needed he only frowned for a moment before holding the flier towards her showing her it’s words.

“D-do… do you know what this says… I.. I can’t read it…”

The fact that there were people younger than him likely more competent than him running about was mildly bothersome, there were benchmarks he had obviously missed as he had tried to raise himself. He could tell you three ways to pick a lock or a pocket, or how to use make-up to hide blemishes and so on. But he’d never had a chance at “education” the streets had been his only teacher and she had been a harsh mistress. Either way Hwyn didn’t know what the paper said and the fact that more and more of the orphans seemed excited about it was making him wonder just what was going on with everybody he wondered what could be so important that a giant bird had to drop it on the city.

Looking about he saw the fliers changing in the hands of children, becoming all sorts of beasts. Just what was it he was looking at? Was this magic? Was it dangerous, curiosity outweighed his nerve as he held it out to the girl excited to have her orate whatever it’s secrets were to him. He wondered if he would get an animal too that would be fun, the cheers of the children in the playground certainly made it diffucilt to think anything bad was happening.

[Sofia]

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Sofia felt pity for the boy.

This was a rare feeling for her to feel, but even just a glance at him revealed that he had lived a life far from even the comforts of the Commorancy. Reading was, to her, an essential skill, and while she couldn't figure out how old he was just by how he looked, he still looked older than the children who had already learned. It was pity that softened her tongue - and the sight of what the other children who had recieved the letters had in their hand. The Strange creatures and animals that moved around despite being made of what she could only guess was paper.

Sofia wasn't sure if he even knew his letters, which made it impossible to take a teaching standpoint on this. She maneuvered around so that they were both looking at the paper he was holding, setting her writing and transcripts to the side, and ran her finger underneath the words as she said them.

"Prepare Yourselves Ravok

The Inverted are coming.

A performance like none your city has ever seen will be given on the final day of Fall.

So ready yourselves for our arrival."

As she read this, her own flier in her other hand began folding itself in a complicated and intricate manner, at last taking a seat in her palm. The strangeness of this happening just barely overtook her confusion regarding the text, and instead of thinking about it she just stared at the movement in her hand. It had taken the form of a magenta dog, and you could almost hear the excitement thrumming through her. Sofia felt it difficult to remain composed, and so instead she sat there petting the small paper dog and smiling, soon swiveling around to show it to Hwyn, and to see if he recieved one as well, and what animal it happened to be.

"Did you get something? I have a dog. I hope it doesn't get taken away..." She spoke a bit faster than normal. If there was one type of thing that could crack her shell, it was animals. They looked cute, tasted good, and made all sorts of funny sounds. She wasn't a fan of the smell that they usually held, but in this case - a paper dog - there was no smell to be had. She had her own little dog.

origami dog :

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