Open RP: Happy Easter!

[tourettesbunny.livejournal.com]

Although the Easter Bunny arrived in time for Easter, he was rather woefully late in spreading the Easter joy to Hogwarts. This may have been because he was sleeping 16 hours a day, because he'd tried playing DDR in the Gryffindor common room, or just because he was extremely lazy.

Today, anybody that wandered through the Great Hall might actually find their eyes hurting from the sheer amount of shiny-wrapped chocolate eggs, piled in dozens of baskets and of many different colors. Some of the eggs had items inside, detectable by the rattling one would hear upon shaking them; the items would range from anything from more chocolate to any kind of toy one could imagine. Attached to all the baskets is this note:

Happy Easter, biznatches.

Don't moan and whine about how it's late, I KNOW. I had better things to be doing, so you get your chocolate now. If you need me, just holler. I'll be around the room somewhere.

The Easter Bunny

((OOC: Chocolate plot! As is usual, any chocolate that is consumed may or may not have magical effects upon the character that consumes it; what happens (or doesn't happen) is entirely up to the muns :) ))

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[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you think you're a nice person?" He certainly seemed nice to her. Especially with the lekku-scratching.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"When you work where I do, you can't afford to be nice." Rather cryptic, he knew, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about being the manager of Dethklok to a little girl (even if she was 30 in reality.)

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

Aayla looked up at him and waited patiently for any further explanation. She could be patient. For all of about a handful of minutes, at the moment, but she was interested to hear more.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

She had those eyes. Eyes that easily knew how to plead. Eyes that could melt Hitler's heart.

Better start small.

"Have you heard of a band called Dethklok?"

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

She combed her memory, and couldn't find a reference. "No?"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"It's a metal band, and they are very brutal. They do a lot of mean things, and I have to do mean things to keep their bodies and reputations unharmned."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"Like the Senate, then?" A lot of the Senators that she had had to protect had been very bad people, but still better than the alternative. Or so she had thought at the time. "Have you ever killed anyone?"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

He closed his eyes. "I did. It was either kill him or he'd kill the guitarists."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

She nodded sadly. "It's never easy, or it shouldn't be." It was very strange, thinking about this with an age-regressed brain. She found herself tearing up. "I'm sorry."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"No, don't cry. It's not your fault." Ofdensen began to wipe her tears up. "It's not your fault at all." He gave her another hug. Mainly so she couldn't see the sad face he was beginning to make.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, I'm usually better than this. I've done some bad things too, and it's very hard to think about them right now." The good thing about being a child was that her mood changed so very drastically in very, very short amounts of time. After a brief cry, followed by wiping her eyes and nose on her still slightly too-large robe, she felt fine again. "You shouldn't feel sad either."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

He gave her a small ironic smile. "There are some things that do make the job and all the meanness and killing worthwhile."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"Yes." She settled back down. "I think I would like to talk with you again once I'm back to normal."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"That would be delightful, Aayla. I think I would enjoy that."

He stifled a yawn. Apparently the doggie side of him wanted to take a nap now.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

Aayla, burned out on the excitement of suddenly being a child again, agreed with the unspoken idea of a nap by promptly falling asleep.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Well.....damn. Now what was he supposed to do?

Oh, fuck it.

He fell asleep as well, still holding her.