Day 8 of my Christmas advent/challenge thing, and it only took until a week for me to almost regret doing this! Every day until Christmas, I'll make a post featuring either the character from the Arcana assigned to the day (apologies in advance if I fuck up their personalities) or an event of my choosing if no relevant character exists for the Arcana. Arcanas are assigned numerically, as in Fool (0) was the fourth, and the World (21) is Christmas Day. Stories have no set theme and they have no minimum length. Next Arcana is Chariot, which is X's Akane! There's nothing particularly interesting to say about this one, so enjoy I guess.

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[hider=Day #8]"Maybe we should leave," the boy said with a furrowed brow, hand hovering over Akane's shoulder. She considered his suggestion but ultimately decided to ignore it as she scrawled over the page with her pen, barely moving the tool off the paper as she made strokes and strokes without end. A small crowd had formed around the two as she aggressively drew all over the paper held up to the wall. People attempted to figure out what she was doing as they awkwardly stared at her from a distance, and some whispered to their companions about what the girl was exactly trying to illustrate.

Eventually, Akane took a long step back and held the page up higher than her head, staring at it with a smug satisfaction on her face. She held it next to the painting on the wall and compared the two in her head, jousting her finger at both of them wildly with no point in mind. It clicked in some of the crowd's heads that she was trying to draw the painting she was clearly in an uproar about, having been just complaining about how awful it is and how it doesn't deserve to be in an art gallery. She had even proven how it only took literally minutes to replicate the piece, albeit not very cleanly.

A pair of tall, brawny, and stocky men in pretty standard outfits glared at her from over the crowd, clearly not pleased with how she was 'critiquing' the piece, and the boy Akane was with slunk away from her side and into the small crowd, which itself was parting to make way for the men walking over to Akane, the painting, and her drawing. The shorter of the two stepped closer and forced the paper out of her hands, ripping it apart as soon as he got it from her, while the second taller one loomed over the girl. She remained stoically unafraid and tried to stand even higher on her heels but to no avail. The man jabbed a finger in her direction and gave her a nasty glare, baring his teeth a little through the thick hairs around his jaw and lower lips.

"You saying my daughter's painting's trash?" The man accused, though Akane couldn't and didn't deny. The art, in fact, [i]was[/i] garbage at its core. Garbage wrapped in a pretty median and deceiving techniques. Any regular person would see it as great but to Akane, it was clear as day how bad it really was! Though, the hissing from the boy lurking in the side of the crowd and the possibility of danger deterred her a bit from further making her point, and she merely slumped her shoulders down and gave both men a look of disdain as she walked away from the painting and back over to her companion. The crowd quickly broke apart after seeing there was no more drama to witness, and the two teens slowly wondered away from the spot after seeing the two adults gaff over how talented the one's daughter was. Though, Akane would always know the truth about the painting, and how it was stolen from her, though she didn't care for that part, but more because it was an awful old sketch.[/hider]