Composition #6: Return
Who: bienquifaitmal and whoever happens to be there |D
Where: Central Plaza of Espoir
Style: However you wanna roll bb
Status: OPEN AND ONGOING. LET'S DO THIS.
It hadn't been the best of days. Not that he wasn't pleased to be back in Somarium; he was. Truely. He had enjoyed Somarium the last time he was here, and though no more than a day or two had passed before he was whisked back, there was the concern of how long he had been gone. The time on his Dreamberry (which he had learned how to check about a month before leaving) told him that he had been gone at least two weeks, if not longer. It was unsettling, at best. It left him wondering who (if anyone) would remember him. He did count himself fortunate, however, that he managed to remember his past time in Somarium. Others (ie-Miss Hungary, who he had just spoken to) hadn't been quite so lucky. Not just that but they were...changed, somewhat. Well, perhaps more than somewhat.
This wasn't what Salieri was currently focusing on, however. No, he was currently attempting to fend off a very enthusiastic scarecrow that was once again following him around, as it did upon his first arrival. He had attempted, at first, to ignore it, to no avail. The thing was rather persistent. So instead, the Dreamberry had gone into his pocket and he had walked faster towards where he remembered Austria's mansion to be. Hopefully it would still be there.
The increase in pace also proved to be futile. Salieri had scowled, turning and batting off the scarecrow, scowling.
"Don't you have something better to do with your time? I can manage on my own. I have been here before." It came out a bit testy.
Apparently the scarecrow didn't like that.
It crowded him backwards as the composer continued to try and fend it off, waving his arms in a most ridiculous manner, trying to deter the swipes of straw that came far too close to his face. Unfortunately, this also meant that he was unaware that there was a stream right behind him. One step too far and Salieri toppled backwards with a yelp right into the stream, getting soaked in seconds. He coughed, once, to clear the water, before glaring up at the scarecrow from behind his dripping bangs. The thing seemed to be laughing at him for a moment, before it hopped away.
Salieri allowed himself a very colorful curse in Italian.
Where: Central Plaza of Espoir
Style: However you wanna roll bb
Status: OPEN AND ONGOING. LET'S DO THIS.
It hadn't been the best of days. Not that he wasn't pleased to be back in Somarium; he was. Truely. He had enjoyed Somarium the last time he was here, and though no more than a day or two had passed before he was whisked back, there was the concern of how long he had been gone. The time on his Dreamberry (which he had learned how to check about a month before leaving) told him that he had been gone at least two weeks, if not longer. It was unsettling, at best. It left him wondering who (if anyone) would remember him. He did count himself fortunate, however, that he managed to remember his past time in Somarium. Others (ie-Miss Hungary, who he had just spoken to) hadn't been quite so lucky. Not just that but they were...changed, somewhat. Well, perhaps more than somewhat.
This wasn't what Salieri was currently focusing on, however. No, he was currently attempting to fend off a very enthusiastic scarecrow that was once again following him around, as it did upon his first arrival. He had attempted, at first, to ignore it, to no avail. The thing was rather persistent. So instead, the Dreamberry had gone into his pocket and he had walked faster towards where he remembered Austria's mansion to be. Hopefully it would still be there.
The increase in pace also proved to be futile. Salieri had scowled, turning and batting off the scarecrow, scowling.
"Don't you have something better to do with your time? I can manage on my own. I have been here before." It came out a bit testy.
Apparently the scarecrow didn't like that.
It crowded him backwards as the composer continued to try and fend it off, waving his arms in a most ridiculous manner, trying to deter the swipes of straw that came far too close to his face. Unfortunately, this also meant that he was unaware that there was a stream right behind him. One step too far and Salieri toppled backwards with a yelp right into the stream, getting soaked in seconds. He coughed, once, to clear the water, before glaring up at the scarecrow from behind his dripping bangs. The thing seemed to be laughing at him for a moment, before it hopped away.
Salieri allowed himself a very colorful curse in Italian.