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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 12:40 pm
◈ WHO: Sven / Dandi / Pohl / Fisher
◈ WHERE: The Fool's Spring Festival and Egg Hunt
◈ WHEN: Midday.
◈ WEATHER: Sunny and springlike.
Three years. It was three years to the day since Fisher had wandered into the Lab on a whim and signed up to become a raevan's guardian. He had appreciated the timing—a prank for his father on the designated day for pranking—but the joke had been on him in the end. His bundle of joy was not yet a year old, and though Pohl looked like a teenager, he often still acted like an irresponsible child. He currently held a spool of cotton candy he couldn't eat, though every once in a while he ghosted his fingers over its sticky surface and smiled. Fisher strolled beside him, pointing out acrobats and people dressed as giant pastel chickens while serving as the raevan's personal wicker basket. Whenever Pohl found an egg, he would pass it to his guardian to hold, but since Fisher hadn't brought a bag or purchased anything that warranted him being given one, his pockets were slowly filling with little plastic orbs.
Around them, costumed guests visited vendors and clapped along with cheery musicians as they collected candy and eggs for themselves.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 5:01 pm
For someone absolutely exhausted by crowds it was quite a shock for Sven to actually arrive at the Fool's Spring Festival. Ellie had begged and pleaded for him to come to numerous events, but she hadn't thought to request him at this one. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't realized Sven was drawn to the strange. Circus like activities were not only muse inspiring but also enough to lure Sven out of his home for the evening and enjoy in the festivities.
His hands spread inside his pockets, fingers itching against the pant fabric as he watched acrobats whirl past him in a rush. A basket hung from his arm, handle tucked neatly in the spot between side and elbow as two eggs nested within. The event was more for children, but he didn't mind partaking. In fact, there was something oddly relieving about the childlike activities after the past few months of stress.
Unfortunate for him and the two figures quickly approaching, Sven was still as clumsy as always. An egg found its way under his toes and suddenly Sven was colliding an elbow awkwardly into a floating child.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2018 7:47 am
Pohl swayed to one side, unconsciously moving with the insistent elbow. He stopped suddenly after that, turning to face Sven and staring at the man for a moment longer than was probably socially appropriate. Then he smiled, so wide and welcoming that it was like he was greeting an old friend. At his side, Fisher smirked at his charge's enthusiasm. He was content to stay silent for a time as long as Pohl didn't do anything too awkward, but he did give the other man a nod of acknowledgment to hopefully alert him to the fact that the raevan was mostly harmless.
"Hello!" Pohl glanced at Sven's basket, eyes darting quick as a hummingbird. "Those are very nice!" He didn't wanna brag or nothin' but he had, like, three times as many eggs as that hidden in his guardian's pockets. "Are you having fun?" He posed the question like a true theme park employee, complete with an anticipatory interest in Sven's answer that didn't quite agree with the darting, clipped movements he otherwise displayed.
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