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thearena2014-08-21 11:04 pm
actually112) wrote in thearena2014-08-21 11:04 pm
Can we pretend the airplanes in the sky
Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang found a lot of looseleaf paper in the bookstore from people destroying biographies. He's turning it all into paper airplanes and letting them fly.
Where| Throughout the arena
When| The first half of week one.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence? Will add if more come.
Aang found a lot of pages fluttering on the bookstore floor. Pages he had no way of attaching to faces, sometimes not even names--pages with secrets and sadness and violence and joy. Delicately, uniformly printed, clearly by a master scribe. It's too bad to see them all alone and destroyed.
So he piled them in his backpack, regularly pulling pages out, folding them, and setting them free into the air. They looked a little like young flying airbenders, hidden by gliders too big for their bodies.
He threw them everywhere. On the moving stairs. From the banisters. Into stores. Through the ice rink.
Let the inked papers fly.
What| Aang found a lot of looseleaf paper in the bookstore from people destroying biographies. He's turning it all into paper airplanes and letting them fly.
Where| Throughout the arena
When| The first half of week one.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence? Will add if more come.
Aang found a lot of pages fluttering on the bookstore floor. Pages he had no way of attaching to faces, sometimes not even names--pages with secrets and sadness and violence and joy. Delicately, uniformly printed, clearly by a master scribe. It's too bad to see them all alone and destroyed.
So he piled them in his backpack, regularly pulling pages out, folding them, and setting them free into the air. They looked a little like young flying airbenders, hidden by gliders too big for their bodies.
He threw them everywhere. On the moving stairs. From the banisters. Into stores. Through the ice rink.
Let the inked papers fly.
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He frowned in confusion and interest. He'd never heard of them. Clearly, this girl had something in her world that he didn't have in his, and that was fascinating.
"What are those?"
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That sounded amazing. Hundreds of books? Thousands of papers? Think of all the information that could be spread.
"How do they work?"
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"To be honest, I don't know. But they do work."
Oh, look, something Homura didn't know. Hmph.
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He took out one of the pages, looking down at it in interest. It would definitely explain how uniform and uncreative the type was.
"What to scribes do, then?"
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"Scribes as you'd describe them don't really exist anymore."
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It's not exactly devastating news, but it's jarring nonetheless. Scribes are integral for royalty and a lot of nobles, so it's strange to think that they just don't exist here.
He thought he had moved past his time being a fish out of temporal waters.
"Did they all just get different jobs?"
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