Peony Upala Malkuth IX (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dedicatednoless) wrote2013-09-20 07:29 pm
dedicatednoless) wrote2013-09-20 07:29 pm
Decree I
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[Though the village is small and some days even boring, Peony has slowly come into a routine of his own over the last one month and a half. So, today like the days before, he opts to walk around and explore for something new to do rather than staying inside and communicating over the journal a lot. Because why should one talk to people over a magical book device when they can still do it face to face, anyway? There is plenty of things to do if he puts his mind to it after all.
Mid-morning;
With the last few days being noticeable colder, Peony decides to stop by the clothes shop to pick over the warmer items for autumn now that the season is only around the corner. Inside, however, he'll find the clothes are already picked over by newer feathers than he or left laying around the place.
Still undeterred by the mess, though, he goes about sorting through the chaos with an "organized" system of his own: three piles, each strategically placed next to each other on the counter where everyone can certainly see from outside. He continues to shop this way and add to the piles without a care.
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Between then and noon, though, he can be found casually strolling around, namely into such other places like: House one, to drop off things; the items shop for a look see; the weapons shop because there's a sword collection he would like to start up again; and the playground where he can relax and swing to burn time. He's certainly not too old for it. Nope.
--- Afternoon;
After lunch, Peony is standing in the bakery with the ultimate face of indecision. Or what appears to be pretty darn close to it. He has a very hard choice to make, you see - the choice to what was going to be his extra helping of dessert from everything there was. Strawberry pastries, lemon cupcakes, banana bread, certain other baked goods that were as just mysterious in origin to him as he could imagine them being tasty, the choices were endless.
Anyone care to help a poor man satisfy his sweet tooth? He looks like he could very much use a recommendation to get him to finally pick something. Or if you're not the talkative type, he may turn to you and inquire about a food he's never seen before.
[Though the village is small and some days even boring, Peony has slowly come into a routine of his own over the last one month and a half. So, today like the days before, he opts to walk around and explore for something new to do rather than staying inside and communicating over the journal a lot. Because why should one talk to people over a magical book device when they can still do it face to face, anyway? There is plenty of things to do if he puts his mind to it after all.
Mid-morning;
With the last few days being noticeable colder, Peony decides to stop by the clothes shop to pick over the warmer items for autumn now that the season is only around the corner. Inside, however, he'll find the clothes are already picked over by newer feathers than he or left laying around the place.
Still undeterred by the mess, though, he goes about sorting through the chaos with an "organized" system of his own: three piles, each strategically placed next to each other on the counter where everyone can certainly see from outside. He continues to shop this way and add to the piles without a care.
Between then and noon, though, he can be found casually strolling around, namely into such other places like: House one, to drop off things; the items shop for a look see; the weapons shop because there's a sword collection he would like to start up again; and the playground where he can relax and swing to burn time. He's certainly not too old for it. Nope.
After lunch, Peony is standing in the bakery with the ultimate face of indecision. Or what appears to be pretty darn close to it. He has a very hard choice to make, you see - the choice to what was going to be his extra helping of dessert from everything there was. Strawberry pastries, lemon cupcakes, banana bread, certain other baked goods that were as just mysterious in origin to him as he could imagine them being tasty, the choices were endless.
Anyone care to help a poor man satisfy his sweet tooth? He looks like he could very much use a recommendation to get him to finally pick something. Or if you're not the talkative type, he may turn to you and inquire about a food he's never seen before.
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When Peony returns to the house to drop off whatever he's accumulated, Jade is lurking around, in a robe and slippers. He cracks a smile - he might as well act as he normally would in an attempt to prevent Peony from getting on his case.]
My, my. So His Majesty returns to his estate.
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Hah, are we talking about you or me?
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Well, only one of is royalty, and only one of us has been away for some time. I certainly hope that you haven't brought home more clutter.
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Oh, and would you like to see what I brought home? Maybe there's something in here that will brighten up your room or appearance. [Either this'll get Jade outside or allow Peony to set himself up in a corner of Jade's room and study area. That is the plan.]
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Great, now that you have asked, these are specifically for you. Try them on. [There was an outfit to go with them and a certain idea too, but only if they looked good.]
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Your Majesty, have you ever considered that there is a limit to the number of outlandish costumes that you can subject me to? Not to mention that, being so far out of Malkuth's jurisdiction currently, I'm not exactly bound to follow your every order immediately.
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You don't say. Then, how about you call me by my real name for once.
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Oh my. Are you telling me that "Your Majesty" is not in fact your true name?
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[Presenting the detective outfit he had all along.]