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oh! a friendly scarecrow seems to have wandered his way into the celebration! how festive and timely!
uncapped but selective event rp ad for fiyero the scarecrow. be sure to compliment him on his costume! (he isnāt wearing a costume.)
in terms of activities, heāll probably be sticking to wandering around crowds taking in the sights, but he might participate in the heckinā halloween huntĀ (although his reward candy is free to a good home) and youāre theatre kidding meĀ (as a definite Former Theatre Kidā¢).
out here apping broadway muses and you canāt stop me
fiyero tiggular the scarecrow
- tfw you get murdered but then your gf turns you into a scarecrow so itās fine - definitely not fiyero. heās never even heard of a fiyero - impervious to all pain except emotional. too bad about that last bit - [falls over] this is fine - friendly! cheerful! not full of existential angst or worry for his fugitive girlfriend! - rumours that heās secretly pretty intelligent are insidious lies. no need to look deeper than surface-level here - whoās dorothy
what do you mean, "wearing a costume"? re-apping fiyero tiggular/the scarecrow from wicked, just in time for spooky season!
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āI understand that thereās some kind of costume holiday coming up, but is there a reason people think Iām being particularly festive?ā
bestowedquirkā:
STARTER CALL ! ā”@throughdifferenteyesā
ā When you woke up in the hospital, the doctors gave you one hell of a scolding for jumping into the hole in the middle of the city. A lot about that time is still blurry in your head, but one detail youāve held onto through all of it is something very specific you were told. They said that if it werenāt for the two people who had tried their hardest to save you, youād certainly have died in the dark, alone.Ā
They mentioned that one of those people was a scarecrow.Ā
Youād been searching for these people based on description, in order to thank them properly. Thatās why when you see a scarecrow walking along, you barrel forward as fast as you can on your crutches. Youāre getting the hang of moving around in a cast, so youāre actually pretty quick!Ā
āWait up!!ā
You wobble to a halt in front of him, quickly taking a gulp of air in before going off.Ā
āI know this might sound weird, and Iām sorry if this doesnāt make any sense but- um. I woke up in the hospital about a week ago, and the doctors said that a person who looks like a scarecrow saved my life?ā
You bow forward as much as you can.Ā
āI wanted to apologize for causing you so much trouble,ā you say, wincing a bit. āI donāt know what was going through my head - mostly because I canāt remember anything from back then, but. Iām alive now, because of you. Thank you.ā
They hadnāt really known what to do with him, past saving his torso from ripping off and plummetting into the hole once the kid had been secured. Fiyero hadnāt either - it would have been nice for this form to come with an instruction manual - but after some negotiations theyād decided he was free to go as soon as he was re-stuffed and stitched back together.
(He knows now that it doesnāt even hurt when heās literally ripped apart. He wonders, briefly, if he can feel physical pain at all anymore.)
Thereās a hell of a discrepancy, then, in his recovery time and that of the teenager heād saved; heād been told the kid would be fine, and as long as they were monitoring him to make sure he didnāt take any more pit dives it was probably best not to have a shambling heap of burlap and straw poking his - er - poking his glovesĀ into his life. The kid will be fine. Itās not any of his business, anyway.
So itās a bitĀ of a shock when the kid comes to find him.
āWhoah, slow down!ā Honestly, Fiyeroās afraid heās going to tip over, bowing like that on crutches. And the bowing itself, itās - well, things must be different here, because the sight of someone bowing to him makes him feel displaced in time and body for an uncomfortable moment.
āThereās no need for that.ā After all, heās not a prince of anything, anymore.Ā āIt wasnāt even a very good rescue - someone had to go and rescue meĀ afterwards, after all. As long as you donāt do it again, thatās enough for me.ā Hopefully if the kid ever remembers whyĀ he decided to take a running leap into a dark abyss, the situation will have changed enough that history doesnāt repeat itself.
coraccipitrisā:
Ā Ā Ā Self-depreciative and polite ā nothing in the scarecrowās tone suggested deceit, and Reyson reflected that he had, perhaps, been too harsh to begin with. While he still disliked the adulation that his wings āearnedā him, it wouldnāt do to snap at everyone who made such comment, especially in a place like this, where so much was unfamiliar. He sighed.
Ā Ā Ā āThere are many here with different features than I am used to seeing in my homeland, so I cannot be certainā¦ā he said, trying to think back to the many people he had come across in the past few weeks. There had been greyskins, for sure, and some other Laguz-like beings, but anything else was a rare enough occurrence that it didnāt immediately float to the forefront of Reysonās recollection. It may have been in the crowded street, then, even if he had met such a person. He turned, motioning for the other to cross back into the main street.
Ā Ā Ā āAs for looks, I simply do not believe credit should be given where it is not due,ā he spoke as he walked, āThough I do not regret my birth-ā not anymore, at least, ā-neither did I have any control over its circumstances. Praise for my appearance is completely irrelevant to my strength of character⦠which youāll find is much stronger than my appearance would suggest.ā
Ā Ā Ā The Heron stopped at the edge of the street, staring around at the bustling crowd around them. Thankfully, while this garnered him a few curious glances, no one felt the urge to stop and stare or question him. Through the sea of unfamiliar faces, though, there wasnāt any who met the description the scarecrow had given. He paused, considering. āDeep green skin⦠She would be uncommon, even for this city. I will keep an eye out for you. Is she a friend or an enemy?ā
Heh. Confident, wasnāt he? But it brought out Fiyeroās first genuine smile of the encounter, hearing the bird-man assert his own strengths so assuredly. Really, that was probably a healthyĀ level of confidence - though it was hard to tell, given his own lack of experience with the concept.
āThat seems entirely fair,ā he answered, nodding along,Ā āand Iām sure youāre as strong as you say. I still think beauty should be complimented when one notices it, but perhaps it should be tempered with something deeper?ā
Now thatĀ was a question. What was safe to say for his own cover, and what might put Elphaba in danger if she really was here?Ā āTruth be told, Iām not sure,ā he hedged.Ā āIāve heard sheās a very terrible witch, but Iāve never met her myself to be able to tell. I thought she might be able to tell how I was brought to life, or even be the one responsible.ā There. Hopefully that would pass muster.
bestowedquirkā:
[ Shooting Star ]Ā
ā You donāt remember blacking out, but you do remember the why the sharp spark of panic sends you flying to your feet. The trees that had surrounded the clearing where the fight had gone down are gone, replaced by stars bared clear over high above city skies. But they arenāt what youāre paying attention to as you whip your head around to check where you are,Ā
Kacchan.Ā
They got the upper hand, and he- in his last seconds he had told you to stay back, to let him go. But you can move now, you can run. For some reason, your body isnāt damaged like it was before. Why? You donāt understand whatās happening, and you also donāt take time to think about it. Because when your head turns around you see it. A massive void, not all too dissimilar to the one you saw your childhood rival pass through. A flicker of hope that itās not too late, that you havenāt lost yet.Ā
Your legs move before your mind cobbles together a strategy. If they knocked him out interim, or incapacitated him in some way he might not be able to fly both of you out. Your quirks were broadcasted after all. But they donāt know everything about you.Ā
You picture a diving board, and how Gran Torino launches himself off a wall. You just need something sturdy enough to use to spring you both upwards. You can do this. You have to. And thereās no time to lose.Ā
āSorry ā but I need to borrow this!āĀ
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You activate One For All long enough to rip a bench off the hinges keeping it tacked to the cement. Destroying public property is going to get you into a lot of trouble. But if something happens to him ā no. You canāt think about that now!Ā
You throw the metal bench down first, and then dive headlong into the black, struggling to keep your eyes open with how fast you fall.Ā
Everything about falling through the dark, with your only hope of returning upwards being a bench is terrifying. But youāre determined to make sure youāre both going home today in one piece, no matter what it takes. Heād do the same for you. You know he would. Thatās just the kind of person he is, the kind of person everyone in your class is aspiring to be.Ā
It isnāt until the pain starts that it hits you that something is wrong, and that youāre in over your head. It spreads from the center of your chest outwards, and takes your breath away. You want to scream, but your body wonāt move. Youāre free falling through stardust, paralyzed.Ā
No ā no! What did you do wrong? What didnāt you factor in!? You try to inhale but itās so cold, and all you can smell is hot metal. Is this what heās going through right now? Is this how he feels too? Scared, and alone? Kacchan is the most stubborn fighter you know, but heās still a kid. You both are.
Your teeth chatter as your eyes start to close, and you see them. The faces of several people you donāt know, and one you do. One thatās always believed in you, and pushed you forward. All Might. Heās just an outline, maybe even a hallucination. But amongst the stars, you can see his bony arm extend upwards, one long pointing for you to go upwards.Ā
Thereās a sob that tries to wrack itās way through you as you realize that you made a mistake. You failed. And if you donāt face that now, if you donāt make it out of here⦠youāll die. And you wonāt be able to save him. And whatās worse, heāll blame himself. You watch the tears springing from your eyes fly upwards for a second, and then with every last ounce of your strength, try to will your body to move.Ā
You just barely manage to stay awake as you spin, fire up all for one in your leg, and spring upwards. You keep your arm up, ready to grab onto anything to pull yourself out.Ā
The ledge comes into view, but your eyes slip shut mere feet before you reach it.Ā
You wonāt remember any of this when you wake up, or understand why only one of your legs is broken. It wonāt be something that you remember not to do again.Ā
But in the last seconds of being awake ā you swear you can feel it. Someone grabbing hold of your hand.Ā
āWhoah!ā
The kid shootsĀ past in a trail of green, almost knocking Fiyero down in the process. Any further protest dies on his stitched lips when he catches where those electric green eyes are laser-focused - where the kid is barrelling straight towards.
Fuck.
āKid! Kid!Ā Stop, for Lurlineās sake! Youāre gonna get yourself killed!ā Hope rises for a single moment when the runner pauses, and then turns to fear as he ripsĀ a bench from its casing, as though itās nothing, as though itās a convenient weapon - but instead of throwing it at him, the kid keeps running - and dives.
No. No!
Fiyero scrambles for the opening of the pit, knowing even as he trips over uncooperating feet that heās far, far too late. Why is all he can think as he grips the edge of that terrible gap; why, why, heās so young, whyĀ -
Thereās a light.
Thereās a lightĀ and itās the same green as before and the child shooting up, up, and missing, and the light going out as he starts to fall again -
and Fiyero doesnāt even think before lunging forward to grab his wrist, even when the kidās momentum and the nothing that is his weight combine to send them both downward -
until he jamsĀ his legs underneath a block of stone the kid ripped free and they jerk to a stop with an ominous rip.
Heās panting. He doesnāt need to be. The kid isnāt moving. The kid isnāt awake. Heās going to rip apart, and theyāll bothĀ fall, and this will all have been for nothing.
āKid!ā he screams at the top of his - until his throat is - as loud as he can, right into the sleeping face.Ā āYou have to wake up!ā
tagor-gorā:
What is a very passive aggressive gift?
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āWell, now, that depends on how far you want to take things! The classic is something for hygiene, but if you reallyĀ want to make a point, you should take into account the flaws of this person and give them a gift thatās meant to help improve that particular flaw.ā
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coraccipitrisā:
Ā Ā Ā Reysonās wings quirked in irritation. Magically animated being or not, thisĀ āscarecrowā certainly exhibited the typical Beorc flattery leveled towards one of his kind. He had never understood why white wings and a delicate figure mattered so much to them. It wasnāt like that ever did anything good for his family, in the long run. His brother had been kidnapped for his appearance. And their apparent beauty in the eyes of the Beorc certainly didnāt stop the Massacre from happening.
Ā Ā Ā āMy wings and the magic I use are both products of my heritage, as one born of the Heron tribe,ā he said curtly,Ā āNeither warrants praise, since I didnāt do anything to earn them. I would not lose any part of myself even if the world considered us Herons both unsightly and worthless.ā Alright, that might be going a bit far. He had no way of predicting the outcome of a scenario like that, after all, but he did hope that his beauty was not the sole motivating factor behind anyoneās kindness.
Ā Ā Ā Still, Reyson supposed there were no real ulterior motives behind this oneās comments. If he were speaking the truth, it was likely he had still been getting used to the world he had come from, not to mention this one. It would be nice to receive help in such a time, the Heron thought, recalling his own disorienting first week in this city. Not that such an observation, or the twinge of empathy in his heart, meant he owed the other anything. Still, he did make the effort to stop glaring when he next spoke.
Ā Ā Ā āā¦Unless thereās something else you needed, Iāll take my leave.ā There. Honest, open offer.
Oops. Looks like heād stepped on a sore spot. Flattery might get you most places, but not everywhere - even if you spoke it like a second language. Fiyero would have to move carefully here if he didnāt want to leave a lasting negative impression (and it was important, of course, not to, especially given his starting disadvantage).
āYou donāt believe beautiful people should be told theyāre beautiful?ā he asked. Maybe it was skirting too close to the line, but he wasĀ curious - maybe his own overinflated ego of days past had been helped along by excessive compliments, but his experiences with Elphaba had shown him the flipside of that. Most people liked to be told they were attractive, even if they themselves didnāt believe it.
That was enough indulging of his curiosity, though.Ā āRegardless, I think Iāve offended you - Iām sorry twice over now, for making you uncomfortable. Iām afraid I havenāt much experience in speaking to others yet, and even less in the way of brains to consider how to do so.ā
Unless thereās something else you neededĀ wasnāt exactly an open invitation, and Fiyero had probably pushed his luck enough.Ā āNo, no, Iāve imposed on you enough already - I shouldnāt want to take up any more of your time, rude as Iāve been. Oh - but have you seen a woman with deep green skin, walking around?ā
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āGiven all the different sorts of people Iāve seen here, Iām surprised people donāt expect to see someone like you around.ā
āWell, I donāt blame them, though I appreciate the sentiment from you, miss! Iād just like to stop scaring people the minute they see me.ā Itās a little exhausting, not to mention disheartening.
vldeztmā:
āNo Iāve⦠Iāve heard things. And plus, most of the adults seem like depraved lunatics looking to kill people for the Hades of it. So you definitely do. I was raised in a world where you really couldnāt survive without a weapon.ā Leo pats his hair briefly to make sure he didnāt catch fire from the freight. Good, he hadnāt.Ā āUh. Sorry about that dude.ā
This place isĀ a bit of a shithole, isnāt it? Then again, the kid being from another one explains why heās making weapons so young. Eesh.
āNo apologies necessary! But really, you can prioritize other orders if you have them - protection isnāt something Iām as worried about as other people. No blood to lose, you know?ā Fiyero could probably make his point more easily by removing one of his hands, but that would generally be counter to the idea of notĀ traumatizing anyone more than he already was by existing in their vicinity.
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āDo you think it would help if I went around with some kind of sign around my neck?Ā āHello, I am alive, please do not be frightened if I move or speakā?ā

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āforget? he never forgets. he doesnāt forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. he doesnāt forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees finished to the bone. donāt ask him if he forgets because he never forgets. heāll never forget this.ā
ā night terrors. (via latentcrim)
vldeztmā:
Well isnāt that gonna haunt your nightmares for a while. He stiles a scream and barely manages to keep from pulling out a hammer.Ā āI! Um. Probably??? That would require more of my magical side than just skill but Iāll see what I can do??ā
Oh, good, heās graduated to frightening children now.Ā āTake your time, take your time! It isnāt as though I have much reason to need to use it.ā Hopefully.