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esp_dragonFandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Pink wasn't too sure about this one.
Rating: K
Notes: Written for the 'Evening' prompt for 100rare.
Set in the Fake Reality side story.
I... do not have Pink's voice. D: I don't know why she won't call Grisia by his name either.
Genre: General
Word count: 415
Status: Complete
Pink wasn't too sure about this one - it didn't seem like he'd last for very long. She had already finished her lollipop a long time ago and the Sun Knight-to-be was still in her back garden, battling with a level one dead knight. He had nearly made himself into a corpse in front of her a number of times already. Pink didn't think she'd use his corpse if he did end up doing it; he wouldn't be very useful as a servant. Well, maybe he'd be good for watering flowers... And possibly to look at too...
There had been a commotion earlier on, but it must not have been anything interesting, because her cleaning corpse came out afterwards with only a few singed slashes in his clothing.
'Maybe the lack of light is affecting his fighting skills.' But no, that couldn't be correct - the Knight-in-training was wielding his sword the same as he had been when he first started: badly.
It was another hour before her dead knight was finally defeated. Hm. Maybe the Sun Knight-to-be would be better suited with a freshly risen corpse. Or maybe a non-animated one.
The Knight-in-training was celebrating his victory by jumping up and down, his arms waving in the air, laughing elatedly.
Pink held out her palm. The Sun Knight-to-be eventually noticed and then wandered over to her, peering at her hand.
When he stopped in front of her, she said, "Five silver ducats."
He blinked once and then his eyes went round. "Do I have to?"
She nodded.
"But I need that to get back!" he wailed.
"And you used my services." Pink moved her fingers, drawing his attention back to what he was supposed to be doing.
With a pained expression, the Knight-in-training searched his pockets and then carefully counted out the coins. There was one copper ducat left after Pink had been paid.
Looking down at the lonely ducat, the Sun Knight-to-be put it back it in his pouch. He looked up at the position of the moon before sighing. "Can I pay you in lollipops next time?"
"No." It was tempting, but not quite enough.
Grumbling, the Knight-in-training mumbled his goodbyes and left.
Hm. He had a long way to go before he reached the Holy Church. Maybe she should follow him, to collect his corpse as soon as he fell. Pink grabbed a cloak, indicated for her cleaning corpse to follow, and together they left, the night swallowing them up instantly.
Summary: Pink wasn't too sure about this one.
Rating: K
Notes: Written for the 'Evening' prompt for 100rare.
Set in the Fake Reality side story.
I... do not have Pink's voice. D: I don't know why she won't call Grisia by his name either.
Genre: General
Word count: 415
Status: Complete
Pink wasn't too sure about this one - it didn't seem like he'd last for very long. She had already finished her lollipop a long time ago and the Sun Knight-to-be was still in her back garden, battling with a level one dead knight. He had nearly made himself into a corpse in front of her a number of times already. Pink didn't think she'd use his corpse if he did end up doing it; he wouldn't be very useful as a servant. Well, maybe he'd be good for watering flowers... And possibly to look at too...
There had been a commotion earlier on, but it must not have been anything interesting, because her cleaning corpse came out afterwards with only a few singed slashes in his clothing.
'Maybe the lack of light is affecting his fighting skills.' But no, that couldn't be correct - the Knight-in-training was wielding his sword the same as he had been when he first started: badly.
It was another hour before her dead knight was finally defeated. Hm. Maybe the Sun Knight-to-be would be better suited with a freshly risen corpse. Or maybe a non-animated one.
The Knight-in-training was celebrating his victory by jumping up and down, his arms waving in the air, laughing elatedly.
Pink held out her palm. The Sun Knight-to-be eventually noticed and then wandered over to her, peering at her hand.
When he stopped in front of her, she said, "Five silver ducats."
He blinked once and then his eyes went round. "Do I have to?"
She nodded.
"But I need that to get back!" he wailed.
"And you used my services." Pink moved her fingers, drawing his attention back to what he was supposed to be doing.
With a pained expression, the Knight-in-training searched his pockets and then carefully counted out the coins. There was one copper ducat left after Pink had been paid.
Looking down at the lonely ducat, the Sun Knight-to-be put it back it in his pouch. He looked up at the position of the moon before sighing. "Can I pay you in lollipops next time?"
"No." It was tempting, but not quite enough.
Grumbling, the Knight-in-training mumbled his goodbyes and left.
Hm. He had a long way to go before he reached the Holy Church. Maybe she should follow him, to collect his corpse as soon as he fell. Pink grabbed a cloak, indicated for her cleaning corpse to follow, and together they left, the night swallowing them up instantly.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2011 06:25 am (UTC)Well, maybe he'd be good for watering flowers... And possibly to look at too...
I liked this thought of hers, haha. *imagines Grisia's response to her thoughts* Hehehe.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2011 07:54 am (UTC)XD He'd probably have a lot of 'Noooooo' in his thoughts if he found out.