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by Nick » Sat Oct 27, 2018 12:26 pm
As the Frog followed the young woman through the bar to his seat, something felt off in the air. There was a kind of energy that he hadn't felt before, hanging there, like a buzz of power, and slowly, it ticked up, getting louder. Figuring it was just the atmosphere of the festivities, after Aya explained that they were entering their end of harvest celebrations, he shrugged it off. He almost didn't catch her meaning with other indulgences, as his lower half seemed to keep moving, and his upper half stayed in place, until he was bent about 90 degrees backwards (though his swords would somehow manage to stay glued in place), clearly staring at someone's butt as he walked past. Finally he would snap back up right, momentarily pulled away from his not-so-subtle glances as he was seated.
Straddling one of the stools, he scooted it back from the bar a bit to give his long legs room to stretch out properly, before leaning forwards to lean on his forearms. As the hostess began to explain the different types of teas, he almost stopped her immediately on the first one, he had a very large, sharp sweet tooth, and he knew immediately it was what he wanted when she offered it, but waitresses in restaurants all over the world did the same thing, continuing to offer specials and sales long after you'd already decided, and nothing would interrupt them, no matter how awkwardly you smiled at them, and so he did just that, waiting.
While he couldn't interrupt her, someone in the background did, and the Frog was thankful for it. The fellow shouted at him to join him for drinks, and, Fuhen thought, if he was going to be stuck here for awhile, he might as well make a drinking buddy. Looking from the bright haired boy to the woman before him, he smiled. "Company sounds like a good idea!" Fuhen remarked, standing up and pushing the stool backwards with his legs as he did so. "I think I'll go sit over there, and eh... If'n ye could bring me a pot o'..." He put a hand to his chin, remembering which was which for a moment, before pointing towards the one she'd indicated as sweet. "Tha-" He'd started, but then the jar shattered as he pointed.
That energy he'd felt in the room overflowed the whole area now, and it smelled, and even tasted like it did right before a storm. Everyone in the room seemed to pause completely, aside from the woman offering to serve him drinks, and the boy who'd invited him over, and of course, the Frog himself. People stopped right in the middle of taking drinks, their mouths filling up with alcohol or tea, and then overflowing to spill down their chins and into their laps, others paused mid conversation, or mid laughter when a joke had been told moments before. Fuhen looked around, looking confused for a moment, and he opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly everyone who was paused moments before began to speak instead.
"IN A LAND OF MIRACLES THEY SHALL MEET." They started, speaking as one while staring dead ahead. The Frog looked even more confused and concerned, as he recognized that as part of the prophecy he'd been told. Suddenly as one, everybody turned to look at the hostess. "A CHILD OF SONG, OF DANCE AND TALENT, TORTURED BY HATE." They intoned, before their heads all swiveled to look at the boy in the seat. "ONE BORN OF LIGHT, WHOSE PARENTS COULD NOT WAIT." Their voices were not loud, but all speaking together their collective words filled the air, especially in what was otherwise dead silence. Finally, their heads all turned to look at the stranger in the room, the Frog. "AND AN AVATAR OF A GODDESS, BORN WITH HER TRAIT."
Fuhen was speechless for several moments, and slowly everyone's heads returned to the positions they'd started in, and... everything seemed to resume. Those caught in the middle of drinking admonished themselves that they'd so clumsily spilled, those in the middle of laughter continued to laugh. It was as though it had never happened. The River Country native looked around again, before turning back to look at the hostess, and then the boy who had called him over, before looking down at the broken jar. "That wasn't me."
"It's so sad!" the reader said to the writer with a frown. "The character in my book just died!" The author turned to her and burst out into tears, "I know!" he said, "So did mine!"
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