Baklava

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

“Oof,” Lynnette turned partially as someone roughly bumped into the back of her shoulder-- the man staggered with his back to her as if he had just been pushed. She scarcely had time to look past him to see what the commotion was all about before the arm of a somewhat familiar individual was sent slamming into her collar bone-- quite nearly sweeping her off her feet (and not in a good way).

She staggered back, her eyes wide in surprise; partially at being so roughly and rudely brushed aside and partially at what he was saying—not because she was upset that he had lied to her (she’d expected as much), but rather because he also seemed to have family who had joined with the Ikana Knights all those years ago.

“Sir Pike,” she blinked, confused. Her stupor quickly wore off, however, as she remembered how he had just shoved her aside. She pursed her lips and looked him up and down.

“Well at least you apologized,” she sighed reluctantly. She didn’t quite have it in her to make a huge fuss after just having found out (in an awkward sort of way) that the man was motherless and, now, most likely fatherless. This was about the time she would usually say something like, ‘didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?’ but that quip would obviously be in bad taste here. She wasn’t really one to talk anyway—her own mother hadn’t taught her much when it came to manners. But either way, she was pretty sure any bum on the street would agree that barreling through people was extremely rude.

“I don’t see why you’re in such a rush to speak with a closed door,” she glanced up at Mayor Dotour’s office, careful to keep her head down and her hood up—even giving it a reassuring tug forward just to be sure, “I doubt they’re going to have a community forum any time soon… as in ever.

“In fact, this crowd looks pretty on edge. I think I might just leave before things get ugly.” He’d drawn a lot of attention and she didn’t really want to go down as the woman who was with the crazy guy trying to find his father—especially to the Ikana Knights, who were looking their way. She was silent for a moment, subtly staring at the knights with her face turned away.

“You should probably leave, too, you know,” she suggested, turning her gaze back on him. It was honestly quite sad to think his only known family was very likely dead. At least she still had her mother. Feeling sympathetic in spite of his obvious disinterest in her show, she figured it was probably best not stay there if he was still distraught. Not to mention he’d just upset quite a few people and tensions were high enough as it were....

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

Nobody calls ME poopy pants.

I'd watch your back if I were you, DERVS. *leer*

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

A symbolic representation of this RP right now....

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

Before the crowd began to migrate as the procession started to disappear into North Clock town, Lynette was already hopping down from the crates and quickly dashing through the much less crowded East Clock town. She shot a backwards glance at Marcus, who’s head was on it’s familiar swivel as he frantically tried to locate her. In spite of the fact that she loathed Marcus and his never ending advances, she felt a little bad leaving him out to dry like that. He’d have to forgive her for the heart attack later, though. Lynnette didn’t want to be bothered to wait up for him, but she supposed the least she could do was put on her cloak… just to be safe.

Throwing the fabric over her shoulders and fastening it just beneath her neck as she ran, she mulled over what she thought the Prince might say. She’d glossed over a few of her own theories as to why Ikana might have closed its gates, but she’d never much bothered to research the matter-- not until she first caught word about the Prince’s arrival, anyway… and even then, all she did was ask a few of her fellow troupe members-- some of whom had opinions that were almost as eccentric as they were themselves. She’d heard everything from “the Mayor's long lost son was caught rolling in the hay with an Ikana princess” to "Twinmold's twin had risen from the canyon's depths”.

There were plenty of theories, each more outrageous than the next, but she had yet to form any solid opinions. She didn’t much care for the “why” anyway. What Lynnette was most curious about was whether or not she’d be able to meet her grandparents. They were nothing but a colorless pictograph of sophistication and refinement in her mind… well… that and, according to her mother, "fun-sucking aristocrats" that hated smiles, rainbows, and happiness, but Lynnette was far past taking everything her mother said at face value (especially about her grandparents). Her mother wouldn’t know class if bit her on the nose….

Lynnette managed to find a decent spot somewhat near the front of the crowd as the knights poured into North East Clock Town in front of the makeshift stage where Mayor Dotour, Captain Viscen, and Eustace Gorman each stood expectantly. Lynnette felt her face flush a little as the Prince removed his helmet—and it certainly didn’t let up as he began his speech. It would soon, however, prove to be no such time for girlish fantasies. Getting into the depth of his speech, Lynnette joined the crowd in it’s shock. She even found herself among the few shouting out questions.

“What about the traders?!” she called out. They wouldn’t have been made to fight, would they? Had the merchants and businessmen and their families been kept safe? She felt a sinking feeling, like a heavy stone, settle in the pit of her stomach when she thought of what might have come of her Uncle Quin and Uncle Sloan. She stared after the Prince as he disappeared into Mayor Dotour’s office, lost in thought.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Yeah, but either way I'm pretty sure the cop would have said something about it.... Not to mention I would be worried about the police getting the wrong idea-- two people from the list pairing up and playing hookie....

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

Ohh boy Andie and Cameron better be more careful. I sure wouldn't be arguing... they're lucky they aren't getting nabbed for truancy. Skipping school is illegal in the U.S.

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

~Majora's Mask: Oathkeeper's Dawn~

Alright, who played the Inverted Song of Time?

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Snow White, Rose Red

“Some four million year old hot-shot detective from out of town?” Liza rolled her eyes, resting them on Thomas doubtfully, “He probably can’t see past his own nose.

“We’re the ones that knew her, right? So why not try and find out what we can? Don't we owe that to Sierra? The police don’t have access to everything. Not without having to do a bunch of paper work and walk the line of “laws and regulations” and whatever. All that shit, you know?” She sighed and tousled her bangs out of her eyes before picking up her backpack and standing up to leave.

“Look. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I was only offering because you seemed capable. I’ll do it myself if you don’t want to help,” she frowned, shifting her weight to one side and staring fixedly at Thomas. Sit and do nothing or try to help Sierra? She hung the ultimatum over his head like an impending storm cloud. She'd been planning on going it alone as it was-- just like always. If he didn't want to help it was no skin off her back.

Beyond Serenty - A Firefly ‘Verse Roleplay

Vix will be the woman's bodyguard.