Glimmer, glitter, shine...

[thecanopycrew]

| characters | Everyone!

| date/time | March 15, all day

| location | First Floor

| rating | Currently G

| summary | A flash of light, and a new adventure.


LIGHT

Warmth, love and kindness.
The Life Stream glimmers and glitters with joy, swirls of shimmering dust dancing around the ray of life.
It was time for new ones to test their wings.


One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

Comments

[handtowels]

[Her smile, while pretty, doesn't affect Takatora, but he takes her wholly at face value nonetheless.]

That's a little odd.

[He remarks, taking a stick of bubblegum anyway. Before he tries it, he glances her over curiously.]

Can you think of any particular reason that they'd want you?

[For all he knows it's pure chance that any of them were spirited away, but it doesn't hurt to ask.]

[dissemblance]

[Not that kind of guy, huh? Well, it's not the only weapon in her arsenal. Just the easiest. The smile stays where it is, at least until he asks his question. Then, by degrees, it slips.]

I have no idea. I'm just a girl from the Bronx. I've got a few unpaid parking tickets, but I'm not-- [she gestures at his armour, looking Suitably Impressed] you know, anyone important, like you must be. I recognize the armour.

[handtowels]

You do?

[Considering how foreign she is, that surprises Takatora. Especially since the Bronx means nothing to him.]

Don't overvalue my worth. I'm just a lowly samurai.

[Which says much more about how he views himself rather than his actual worth. Still, as far as he's aware, she's a civilian.]

I have my uses, though, so if you find yourself in trouble...

[dissemblance]

[Playfully,]

I should... give you a call? I've never seen a real samurai before, so-- everything I know is mostly from books or art. Are you a 'fetch things from the top shelf' sort of guy, or...?

[A bit of a pointed look to his swords.]

[handtowels]

My talents lie primarily in the field of battle. But you have wings now, so you can conquer top shelves all by yourself.

[The latter part is said with dry humour.]

Tōdō Takatora. [He introduces.] ...That's clan then given name. When your need is serious, I'll do what I can to help.

[dissemblance]

[That gets a warm smile. She prefers dealing with people who can crack jokes now and then.]

With my luck? I'd probably crash.

[She plans on taking Considerable Care to seem a bit clumsy with her wings, whoops. But at his introduction, she nods politely.]

Tōdō-san. I'm Anna Orlova. And I do appreciate that offer. Do you think we'll have a lot of cause for 'serious needs' around here?

[handtowels]

[Takatora gives a shrug, as if to say: there's no guarantee, but...]

Look at the size of everything around us. Our scale in the wider world seems dangerous to me. Ha, which is pretty ironic.

[He shifts his weight, then adds:]

I build castles, so I can take a look at any structural concerns too.