What a puppeteer calls relaxing
Posted: Mon May 14, 2018 3:12 pm
A pale child wipes his forehead as the hot Suna sun beats down on him like a drum in the war. The small oasis had a small pond that was full of nothing but the clear water that mothers would come with children to gather water, and the small trees offer some sort of protection from the sun. The building nearby happens to be residential housing hiding ton of people in them. During the hot hours of noon sun Shun noticed most people made a tendency of waiting a bit before doing the daily chores they didn't get done in the morning. Shun enjoyed this area, it allowed him to people watch the few people running around while he tended to his puppets and read up on famous puppet users. People walking by often gave him a weird look due to his trench coat he was wearing in the sun, but Shun was used to that by now.
In front of him laid Dr. Geta, his puppet that he helped build with his father. His father was not a puppeteer, but he helped enough with his mother he understood the basics. The creepy looking puppet laid on his back his chest wide open as if he had no concern. Dr. Geta inside had some contraptions that Shun was trying to figure out how to make it better. Messing with the little hand inside the puppet he made it wave towards some kids. They laughed at him and ran away when the notice the quite demonic look of the puppet he was working on and how his other puppet was wrapped up in bandages.
With the chest open, Shun kept a book propped up on the inside on one of the chest cavity. Flipping the pages he was taking a small time to read about other puppets that were recorded and the users who used them. All the good puppeteers were kept a secret but ones that have passed on and such seemed to be easier to find information on. Licking his finger he moved the page over and started to read again as he tinkered with his puppet. The small klanks and clicks that the lifeless creature made were oddly satisfying. They reminded him of a time where he would watch his mother work on hers.
Noticing that he was flipping through pages without reading them he berates himself for still having such childish habits. Trying to find his place where he started this habit he notices a child come up to him and he gives the small child a smile. The child poked the puppet head and the child proceeded to scream running off when the head tilted over and made an evil crackling sound. Shun had to stifle a laugh when it happened but, realized that maybe his puppets could use a little work on the looking human side. He finds his spot going back into his concentration working on his puppet.
In front of him laid Dr. Geta, his puppet that he helped build with his father. His father was not a puppeteer, but he helped enough with his mother he understood the basics. The creepy looking puppet laid on his back his chest wide open as if he had no concern. Dr. Geta inside had some contraptions that Shun was trying to figure out how to make it better. Messing with the little hand inside the puppet he made it wave towards some kids. They laughed at him and ran away when the notice the quite demonic look of the puppet he was working on and how his other puppet was wrapped up in bandages.
With the chest open, Shun kept a book propped up on the inside on one of the chest cavity. Flipping the pages he was taking a small time to read about other puppets that were recorded and the users who used them. All the good puppeteers were kept a secret but ones that have passed on and such seemed to be easier to find information on. Licking his finger he moved the page over and started to read again as he tinkered with his puppet. The small klanks and clicks that the lifeless creature made were oddly satisfying. They reminded him of a time where he would watch his mother work on hers.
Noticing that he was flipping through pages without reading them he berates himself for still having such childish habits. Trying to find his place where he started this habit he notices a child come up to him and he gives the small child a smile. The child poked the puppet head and the child proceeded to scream running off when the head tilted over and made an evil crackling sound. Shun had to stifle a laugh when it happened but, realized that maybe his puppets could use a little work on the looking human side. He finds his spot going back into his concentration working on his puppet.