Lohengrin (The Knight) (
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milliways_bar2013-06-04 02:30 pm
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"Reconfigurations?"
It doesn't take long for the Knight to turn the options down. The changes to the bar itself are big enough. Besides, there are other changes he's been pondering.
So now there's Duck, who is to Princess Tutu as Fakir is to him. But why? What purpose is Tutu going to serve? And if Duck wasn't born to be Tutu the way Fakir was born to be the Knight, how did things come to this state? In any case, it's clear that Tutu will become a permanent part of his life, probably along the lines of an "every spring" visitor until even that is not often enough for her and Siegfried.
He tries not to let himself stew in the unfairness of it all.
It doesn't take long for the Knight to turn the options down. The changes to the bar itself are big enough. Besides, there are other changes he's been pondering.
So now there's Duck, who is to Princess Tutu as Fakir is to him. But why? What purpose is Tutu going to serve? And if Duck wasn't born to be Tutu the way Fakir was born to be the Knight, how did things come to this state? In any case, it's clear that Tutu will become a permanent part of his life, probably along the lines of an "every spring" visitor until even that is not often enough for her and Siegfried.
He tries not to let himself stew in the unfairness of it all.
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There's a person in a cloak standing at the bar today, deliberately selecting their Cubefall transformation. Anyone observing closely would recognize that they shrink a bit after touching the vid screen, but there are a lot of people messing around due to the holiday.
This one in particular gained some very nice legs. Some very nice, wobbly legs. So the first thing she does with them, of course, is to take three steps and slam right into a table, tipping her backwards.
"Oww... Sorry, I'm--" she squeaks, and gasps when she realizes who's sitting there. Horrified, she releases her shaky grip on Lohengrin's knee and then bonks her chin on it during the rest of her fall to the floor.
Oh my goodness, she thinks, rubbing her aching hip, I'm as clumsy as Duck.
Unfortunately for her, the navy blue blazer which is just a bit too big is probably a dead giveaway.
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