breeze and em making posters :)
Because of the Mayoral powers that commanded them all, Emerald Shadowground found herself making banners with Villagetown’s own sweetheart/outcast (who might as well be the village creeper. Or an enderman… she totally gave off enderman vibes… ), Breeze .Â
Yeah, that Breeze. Painting with colors. With Emerald. Because they were war heroes. And also girls. Because the mayor is a feminist now and wanted Breeze and Emerald to work on this project because he “wants to show that girls can fight too”. Hooray for women on the front lines! Ignore the fact that they’re child soldiers.
And as Emerald glanced up to observe Breeze, undoubtedly the best all-round student, there was only one thought in Emerald’s mind:
Wow, she freaking sucks at this!
“Um,” Emerald started, eyeing Breeze’s work. If you could really call it that. “Generally, I think the Mayor wants our propaganda to look… how do you say, visually appealing?”
The other girl’s hand paused. Her eye, the one not covered by a curtain of blue bangs, met Emerald’s. “Propaganda,” she repeated. Her gaze was… unreadable, Emerald concluded. With shame , mind you! She’s good at reading people, okay! Breeze isn’t exactly an open book. If anything, she’s a closed book. A closed book with a lock with the key hidden in a sand temple seven biomes away. So, yeah.
“I mean…”Â
Emerald looked at page of instructions they were given by the mayor, which including a list of slogans for them to put on the banners. Fun things such as Mine for Victory , We Can Do It! , and of course, the classic Our Wall Will Never Fall . They were to illustrate imagery that would apparently stir Villagetown’s pride, that would encourage patriotism . They were to, if you will, glaze Villagetown. For the sake of their survival, or something.
“I just- okay, I’m not trying to be mean, its just that-- I don’t feel very… patriotic, looking at… is that a chicken?”
“Yes.”
Emerald squinted at the strokes of white and yellow and red and black. “Ah. I see it now. Is this just like, for fun, or… cause I don't see how that's entirely related to our situation...?”
“It’s a chicken. The slogan will be The Mobs Are Chicken . To imply that Herobrine’s army is weak, even if it is untrue, to bring up the morale of the village.” Breeze leaned back, resting on her palm, looking self-satisfied.
“Oh… Breeze…that’s…. That’s great…”
“Thank you.”
Man. She couldn’t help being a mystery, could she? Because it was definitely a mystery to Emerald how a banner could look like that.Â
They continued working. Emerald thought about her friends, how she’d be chatting and gossiping with them, coming up with new strategies and stuff to show off in class. So, the quiet was certainly different. Not exactly suffocating , just… quiet. Hm. Whatever.
Breeze was alright, Emerald decided. Even if her chickens looked more like albino ender zombies. Emerald could live with that.
