tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; October 28th, Preggy curse day~ (At dusk)
Rating; PG to PG-13 for Fakir's moody bad mouth.
Characters; Fakir (

sword_and_quill) , Rue (

princess_crow), Ahiru (

duck_duck_girl)
Summary; Fakir makes his way to the Opera House, where Rue and Ahiru have been living. After months apart, they meet again.
Log;

Shortly after finishing word exchange with Rue and Ahiru over the computers, Fakir left the Academy in search of the Opera House. Dusk had already settled in. 'Perhaps this stupid curse will finally lose effect soon,' he thought bitterly, still attempting to quell the inexplicable urge for mint chocolate chip ice cream. He was also feeling a bit nauseous again now that he was up and about.

The footfalls of his shoes were quick and light, as would be expected from a former danseur. And he was in a hurry. Afterall, it had been so long. Would they even be the same people? They certainly seemed to be, through what little conversation he'd had with each through the journals. But it wouldn't surprise him if the city actually changed people.

Hell, if people could turn into zombies and men could experience pregnancy, nothing would surprise him at this point.

"God dammit," he muttered under his breath as he paused, looking left and right for any signs of the Opera building.

Maybe he hadn't been completely honest about actually trying what was suggested to get where you wanted to go in the city. Afterall, it sounded ridiculous. This wasn't like The Wizard of Oz, where you clack your magic shoe-encased heels together and wish to go home.

But at this point, Fakir really had no other ideas.

Releasing an irritated sigh, the ex-knight started a brisk walking pace again, thinking about finding his way to the Opera House. 'This is stupid,' he told himself. 'There's no way it's going to help with-'

And then, there it was. Right across the street from where he was standing was a large structure with many towering windows all in rows. Fakir stood immobile for a moment, dumbfounded. The city really was unpredicatable and made absolutely no sense. However, this was where he needed to go. That much he was sure of. Spotting the nearest entrance to the weathered and many-windowed structure, he made a quick beeline for it.

Months of useless searching that began in Kinkan was finally to come to an end.

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Ahiru ran down through the many corridors of the opera, giddy. Fakir is here! He'll be here soon! So much time had passed since she had seen him last. In her haste, she tripped over her own feet. With an exasperated giggle she got to her feet. Falling doesn't matter.

When she got to the bottom of the entry stairwell, she smoothed her skirt. Rue would no doubt be composed and poise. Ahiru was far too excited to stay still. What began as a bit of primping developed into fidgiting.

“Stop pacing like that, Ahiru, if you trip and fall again he’s going to blame me for your bruise,” Rue noted with a calm voice that held a minimal note of exasperation as she followed Ahiru’s clumsy actions with her red eyes. She was standing, arms folded, near the left column of the entrance, dressed with her Kinkan uniform and her tip-toe ballet shoes.

Fakir’s arrival interrupted a practice and that didn’t put her in the best of the moods. What else she could do there but search an exit and practice to distract her thoughts about her failure to reach her Prince?

Sighing as Ahiru smoothed her skirt, Rue spotted Fakir’s gloomy silhouette approaching from the window. She was glad to see the useless knight there, even if they did not stand each others, a familiar face was a familiar face. How pathetic, she chided, moving to unlock the door so he would enter.

As a Princess, Rue was not going to open the door to anyone. Let alone Fakir. Instead of a thank her, he would surely mock her coldly if she were to do that.

Striding up to the door, Fakir paused in front of it. For a brief moment, he almost considered knocking - but that would be ridiculous. Afterall, the Opera House itself was huge, and they could be anywhere inside. Surely neither of them were as anxious as he felt - not that he would show it. Expression stubbornly firmed, Fakir grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it open, cautiously stepping inside of the old building.

His green eyes widened slightly in immediate surprise, as it appeared both Ahiru and Rue had come to the entrance. Certainly not what he was expecting. He studied them silently for a moment. They...looked the same. And yet, different somehow. He'd already known Ahiru wasn't confined to her duck form anymore, but seeing her human again was still...

Fakir cleared his throat. "Hey," he greeted simply.

Ahiru flinched at the repremand. Her blue eys were wide and filled with the seemingly endless excitement and enthusiasm that bubbled from her. "I won't fall, Ruechan," she beamed briefly before skidding into a supporting pillar. "O-oops." Red tinted her cheeks with embaressment. "It's okay, Ruechan. It's my fault anyway. I--"

The thought stopped completely as the door opened. All efforts of trying to stay still and composed were definately tossed away when stepped through the ornate and enormace door frame. There he was, just as he had been since they last met. Ahiru lanched herself at him, "FAKIA!"

Even her “royalty status” didn’t stop Rue from the urge of rolling her eyes at Ahiru’s clumsiness. The girl was a peril to her own safety sometimes. Good she’s stronger than she looks or she’ll have serious injuries from those jolts, she mused before Fakir opened the door.

As he entered, Rue took two steps forward, inclining her head as a reply to his greeting. Her expression was caught between annoyance and amusement when Ahiru launched herself to the boy. She tilted her head and smirked, recalling the men were suffering from a curse that day.

“Ahiru!” Rue cried in reproach, head shaking, before adding with a mocking voice: “You shouldn’t have done that. Remember Fakir’s delicate condition. You might have hurt the ba~by~”

Fakir didn't even have time to blink as the redhead called out his name and literally flung herself right at him. "Careful!" he chided, catching the lithe girl in a rather spontaneous embrace. "You almost fell down again, you moron..." His expression softened the reprimand with a very slight smile. It had really been far too long since he'd seen her - or been able to hold her like this.

Upon hearing Rue's remark, the smile vanished from his face, replaced by an unamused glare in the Princess's direction. "I'm fine," he said curtly. "And there's no baby. It's just the symptoms."

Not that he wanted to be reminded of the stupid curse in the first place, especially not during a long-awaited reunion.

Ahiru turned to look at Rue. "BABY!?" Her attention flipped from Rue to Fakir confusedly. Fakir looked normal. Rue's smirk surely meant nothing large was wrong. With her arms still wrapped around Fakir's neck she failed to be wounded by his put down.

"Ruechan! Boys can't have babies! ...Can they?"

"Don't be so sure," Rue stated, her smirk widened. "The gods are very sadistic, they could have lied about it." This curse provided her with enjoyment for once and she was going to take up her chance.

Her darker semblance vanished and her features softened when the Princess glanced at Ahiru's direction. "Hasn't dear Fakir told you, Ahiru?" she asked, clucking her tongue. "Ducks can't turn into girls either and yet you did. Everything is possible with magic."

Fakir's glower hardened in the raven-haired girl's direction. "As torture-loving as these Gods might be, it would be ten times worse if you were in a seat of power," he retorted. "And no matter how amused you might be by this situation, I'll be sure to have the last laugh when you get hit with something just as nasty and uncomfortable, Rue."

He was not in the mood for her attitude. The nausea and craving for that stupid ice-cream was bad enough already.

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