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Who: Prince Edward of Andalasia and Peter Petrelli of the Future
What: Differences of Opinion
Where: A park
When: Recently
Rating: G
Status: Complete!
This was a very strange place, Edward had decided. He'd spent some time watching the car-beasts, observing people getting in and out of them, and had deduced that the witch had been correct when she'd told him they didn't eat people. The people seemed perfectly willing to get into the beasts, and none of them seemed to be getting eaten.
The buildings were strange as well; so tall, and -- ugly. Andalasian buildings were beautiful to a fault, even if some of the towers were so slender and elegant that there was barely room for one very tall, narrow room inside them. But then, towers weren't actually used for much, beyond the bedchambers of young women with excessively long hair.
He'd found something that looked familiar, though -- a little park, with a tiny pond containing thirteen small golden fish, two crabs the size of his thumb, and a duck and her ducklings. Delighted, Edward squatted by the pond, forgetting to shift his sword out of the way so it didn't stick into soft earth, and reached a hand out to the ducklings. Andalasian ducklings always liked being petted, even if they were too young to talk.
"Hello, there. It's lovely to meet you," he said, giving them a bright, dazzling smile. "And a fine family you have, Mother Duck!" he added, looking at the duck, which ruffled its feathers and gave him the sort of mad-eyed look that ducks have when they're considering ( how best to dispose of an inconvenient human. )
What: Differences of Opinion
Where: A park
When: Recently
Rating: G
Status: Complete!
This was a very strange place, Edward had decided. He'd spent some time watching the car-beasts, observing people getting in and out of them, and had deduced that the witch had been correct when she'd told him they didn't eat people. The people seemed perfectly willing to get into the beasts, and none of them seemed to be getting eaten.
The buildings were strange as well; so tall, and -- ugly. Andalasian buildings were beautiful to a fault, even if some of the towers were so slender and elegant that there was barely room for one very tall, narrow room inside them. But then, towers weren't actually used for much, beyond the bedchambers of young women with excessively long hair.
He'd found something that looked familiar, though -- a little park, with a tiny pond containing thirteen small golden fish, two crabs the size of his thumb, and a duck and her ducklings. Delighted, Edward squatted by the pond, forgetting to shift his sword out of the way so it didn't stick into soft earth, and reached a hand out to the ducklings. Andalasian ducklings always liked being petted, even if they were too young to talk.
"Hello, there. It's lovely to meet you," he said, giving them a bright, dazzling smile. "And a fine family you have, Mother Duck!" he added, looking at the duck, which ruffled its feathers and gave him the sort of mad-eyed look that ducks have when they're considering ( how best to dispose of an inconvenient human. )
