Prompt - The Charity Benefit (Part Three)
The Charity Benefit (3) - Now is as good of a time as any to examine one of the many tables displaying items for the auction. The table is full of donations, both new and old, and something catches your eye. It’s only when you get closer to the item that you have some sort of fierce, emotional response. It might be nostalgia or happiness, or sadness, or fear, or anger--any emotion is possible. There doesn’t seem to be any reason to feel this way; the item can be any that you choose. Though the emotion doesn’t linger for long, there’s no clear reason as to why it inspired such feelings. Is the item worth bidding on? Or running away from?
"Are you serious, where are you getting these things?"
Now he had a yellow one to add to the red one, he wasn't quite at breaking point when it came to predefined junk, but if he was handed one more of those things he might reconsider it. He could do nothing more than shake his head and with a sigh he slipped the second keychain into his pocket to sit with the first. Why his partner had elected to shower him with keychains would have been beyond him if it wasn't for the fact that he knew Regula well enough to anticipate that would come if he was pushed just a little bit over the edge.
Yup, he seemed to be thoroughly entertained every time he could make Regula's eyebrow twitch. He wasn't quite there yet but give him maybe two keychains more and he'd probably have it. He'd already disappeared in to the crowd again and left Regula to his own devices. Regula on the other hand hadn't moved from the table, now that he was here he would take the opportunity to examine each of the items to see what people had donated.
Maybe there would be something that he found to be of value.
So far he hadn't had much luck, he'd seen the replicas his dojo had supplied and several items of jewellery, but nothing else had really struck him as a stand out piece that he might need. Admittedly he was a bit of a minimalist and if he tended to decorate, it was usually in the form of particularly complex puzzles that had been completed and framed. Nevertheless, somewhere in the midst of all these trinkets there might be something unexpected that spoke to him.
He slowly made his way down the rows, pausing every now and then to check over any of the notes that might have been left alongside them. For some they were simply documents of authenticity, but for others, there were small handwritten notes that explained their history or sentimental value. Intriguing as they were they would be appreciated far more in another home and as such he moved on.
Though he hadn't been expecting to find anything, there was just a hint of disappointment deep down that among all these things there didn't appear to be anything that stood out... Or rather there hadn't been until he walked passed what looked like an antique shawl. It wasn't meant to be braided but someone had twisted it up for safe keeping, why someone had chosen to hide the pattern would remain a mystery but for some reason that one thing seemed familiar. He couldn't fathom why, but the longer he stared at it, the more he was filled with an overwhelming sense of fury.
What?
It took him several moments to realise his fists had balled, his jaw had tightened and his features had hardened. The urge to rip it apart was very real and it took a considerable amount of effort on his part to tear himself away and take several steps back. Even he was taken by surprise, it was almost primal and to say it alarmed him would have been the understatement of the year. What the hell was so special about the scarf, he'd never had an unbridled hatred for them before.
He was beginning to wonder if perhaps the City was playing with him. He had been warned, he had raised a brow and expressed his doubts when he'd first heard it uttered, but this wasn't exactly the first weird thing to happen and those eyes were still watching.
He needed to go, immediately.
Temporarily parking his manners, Regula took another several steps back and turned on his heel. It was in his best interests to take his leave while he wasn't in the company of others, this way he could feign an excuse without being questioned and perhaps when he had calmed down he would be able to return and be a touch more social. For now though, it was safe to say he needed some air and without further hesitation he made straight for the exit.
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