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((OOC: As the mun has lots of other RP drama going on and wanted something light and silly, we'll call this something like an open RP, something like a chocolate plot, something out of time...RP time, that is. So, basically, this mun wanted a time out from the drama of her other threads and you are welcome to the same time out. If you want to play your drama-involved characters out of the story lines, go for it...the point is fun!))

The problem with learning magic was the results of practice could be unpredictable. In some cases, very unpredictable, especially when one of the practitioners tended to make comments about the spells they were trying. The thought had crossed Sakon's mind that he should practice without Ukon, but he didn't want to risk having to try to talk to someone on his own. And, when Ukon was out, he was rarely silent.

Perhaps he also shouldn't have tried a spell to hurry anything up, as well. But, it was the next one in the book. Ukon's ill-timed comment shifted Sakon's concentration just enough to throw the whole spell awry. When Sakon looked around, the air shimmered around the boundary of the courtyard and everything beyond the courtyard looked almost as though he were trying to watch two movies projected over each other, both running alternately too fast and too slow.

"Just what did you do?" Ukon demanded, his hands on his hips, looking around.

"Uh," Sakon managed to say. He turned back to the book, frowning at it. "I think I made a mistake," he said softly.

"How are you going to get us out of this?"

Sakon started flipping pages with his free hand. "I...don't know yet."

serrulata.livejournal.com

( From Kurama )

To Sokka - A Set of boomerangs.

To Kaga - A sampler of demon-world herbs, with a note: None of them are poisonous, but I can't cook. Let me know if you find fun uses for them.

( From Zack )

( From River )

( From Matt )

( From Eleven )

( From Brendan (Though he's still being sorted, he does take time between 'interrogations' to scribble up a few gifts) )

grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com

Cards from Codex to:

( Francium. )

( Dieter. )

( Igor. )

( Nemo. )

( Marcus. )

( Sakon and Ukon. )

Gifts and such from Megan:

( Igor! )

( Sage and Rat! )

( Maddie! )

( Dean! )

( Rose! )

Valentine's presents:

( Baron Harkonnen. )

( Jasper. )

( Dethklok. )

( Professor Homsar. )

Not-presents from Lee:

( Methos. )

( Raistlin. )

( Castiel. )

Something confused from Sokka:

( Ty Lee? )

( Kurama and... Mr. Kurama? )

From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.

From Santa Yoda:

( To R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

( To Rat: )

( To Tenel Ka: )

( To Coraline: )

( To Toki and the Shoggies: )

( To Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))

ukon-sakon.livejournal.com

On a stage was where they belonged, performing, whether for a large crowd in a formal performance or for a small group on the side of the street during festival. Performance gave them purpose, direction; it was their life.

With some help from the ever willing house elves, a stage was set up at the end of the Great Hall. The only advertising was a sign outside the Hall that explained what would be happening within and the hours marked. The house elves also procured a recording of the chant for a particular play that appealed to both Sakon and Ukon—it was enough of a challenge to be suitable practice for one who would, someday, take the place of a national treasure and was flamboyant enough to satisfy a need for attention.

Sakon dressed traditionally, a kimono and hakuma in dark sober colors. He was part of the background, the setting, nothing more. His hands rested on his knees, gathering himself, preparing himself for what was to come, to channel the character through his hands, through Ukon.

Ukon waited on a stand beside Sakon's knee. His clothing, in stark contrast to Sakon's, was bright orange and red with shibori maple leaves falling over his shoulders and the hemline. His obi was a vivid red, matching his hair. On the stand, he was limp, lifeless, merely a puppet, though exquisitely made. Just behind him, in a hole in the stand, a spear, bright metal head, a red tassel hanging from the rope that bound the head to the staff.

Sakon took a deep breath, his head coming up, his expression passively neutral as he reached for Ukon. As he touched the puppet, life flowed into Ukon. Ukon looked out onto his audience as Sakon moved the stand behind them, removing the staff. He set it on the ground near his legs.

A drum began with a slow rhythm, a flute in a high warbling over it. A male voice, rich and round, began the chant, a story that Ukon acted out even as the voice told of it in verse.

( The story unfolds )

The silence at the end of the recording was so deep that it seemed that Sakon held his breath until the moment passed. Ukon rose, his hands free of the spear, and they both bowed to those who had decided to watch.

Rather than returning Ukon to the stand, as would be traditional, Sakon kept the puppet with him.

((OOC: Feel free to have your pups speak to each other or to Sakon and Ukon. I'll reply to tags that are obviously directed to the duo.))

ukon-sakon.livejournal.com

Tachibana Sakon is a bunraku puppeteer. Ukon is a bunraku puppet made in the 1870 (the series is set in the late 1990s). As Sakon is shy enough to be practically mute without Ukon and Ukon is a puppet, they are together. Sakon is also a master ventriloquist. His mouth doesn't move when Ukon talks and their voices are different. He can also mimic voices he's heard, though he tends not to very often as he feels that mimicing voices is something similar to channeling. Ukon can be touched, but permission would be needed, either IC or OOC to actually remove him from Sakon's control. For Sakon's sanity, though, Ukon shall have to be indestructible as his version of the 'no kill' spell (or, in other words...I'm fine with curious poking, asking to take the puppet, but no taking apart the puppet).

One of the joys of being a performer was being able to travel. Sakon enjoyed being a street performer, enjoyed the more formal stage performing, even enjoyed the practice for performing. He loved puppetry, loved learning more of it, exploring more. He was going to a museum in Hokkaido, a long way from his home, to learn more about the art of puppet making and repair. While his family did have ties to a school of puppet makers, it was still a good idea for him to know as much as he could about as many different techniques as he could. And, he enjoyed the opportunity to travel. The journey also coincided with the autumn festivals, giving him a chance to perform as well.

He was dressed for travel, as well—a long, brown trench coat with and elbow length cape over the shoulders to keep out the cold, his sneakers on his feet, comfortable for walking and standing in, black pants, a black, long-sleeved shirt and the sleeve covers that kept his sleeves out of the way of his puppetry, and a gear-like collar. On his back, the green wooden case that held Ukon and in one hand, the suitcase that held clothes for him. He traveled light, his family only providing enough for the train fare up. It was up to him to earn the fare back and to cover a place to stay—a task he'd yet to fail in.

When he arrived at the gates of the castle, he thought it a little strange. He couldn't remember any building like the one before him in Japan, but he also knew that western style archetecture wasn't completely unheard of. The grounds looked different, too, but it was his first trip to Hokkaido, so he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. As the gates were open, he started to proceed, only to pause. He brought the case on his back forward and Ukon burst out of it.

"What is this, Sakon? This doesn't look like a museum!" the puppet declared, looking around, even over Sakon's shoulder.

"I'm not sure, Ukon. This is where the train and the map led us," the boy replied, his voice much gentler, quieter than his puppet's.

"Are you sure you read it right?" Ukon demanded.

Sakon chuckled, handing over the map. While Ukon examined the map, Sakon adjusted the case on his back and picked up his suitcase and started toward the castle again.

"Oi, Sakon, that lake is on the wrong side," Ukon said as they approached the doors to the castle.

Looking over at the map the puppet held, Sakon considered a moment then turned it around. "No, it's not," he said, raising his hand to knock on the door. It opened before him, though, before he made contact.

"This place gives me the creeps," Ukon complained.

"Hush, Ukon. We were invited," Sakon replied, though a shadow of doubt flickered over his features.

They remained in the door, though, a portrait of contrast. Sakon, with his dark clothing, dark hair, fair skin and violet eyes, still, only his eyes moving as he looked around the strange room. Ukon, a child's puppet, a masterpiece of work, with bright red hair, blue eyes and a yellow haori over a white kimono, a blue collar showing at his neck, a square sash around his neck with white medallions on it, looking around avidly, his neck craning, trying to take in everything.

"Well, I guess we're here," Ukon declared, his hands coming up behind his head. "Might as well see what this place is about, Sakon."

Sakon walked in, turning when the door closed behind him. "It seems we have little choice," he mumbled.

"What?" Ukon demanded, his eyes wide as he stared at the door.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," Sakon said, turning back to the room. As there was nowhere to remove his shoes, he left them on, walking over to a table in the center of the room. He picked up one of the pieces of paper on it, handing it over when Ukon demanded to see it.

( What is the meaning of this? )