knightsoflegend | OPEN | A boy and his weasel

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OPEN | A boy and his weasel

WHO || Peter Pan and [Open]
WHAT || Exploring the castle.
WHERE || Knight HQ, anywhere.
WHEN || January 29, all throughout the day.
HOW || Actionspam or prose.

Peter Pan can say with certainty that he's never been in a place like this before. It's a far cry from the wilds of Neverland, and even from New York City, with its buildings that tower above everything else. That his new home is a castle might be overwhelming to some, but to Pan, he sees it as an opportunity: for exploration, for adventure. As he wanders through the insides of the castle, he comes to realize that he will now be living in a level of comfort that is completely alien to him. Even though he's lived in this world for several months-- maybe close to half a year now-- he's still used to roughing it as he had in Neverland. Actually, if he's being honest, surviving in this world presented a greater challenge than in Neverland, where he was king and everything he said goes. In the City, he'd barely been scraping by. There may have been a roof over his head, but that was in an apartment split between too many boys, dirty and cramped, furnished with little more than an old mattress and a lumpy couch that came with the place. To call his former home "run-down" was putting it gently.

This, though, is like going from famine to feast overnight. A private room, a grand dining hall, a kitchen with actual counter space (something he never thought he'd care about, until he tried cooking for himself in New York), an impressive library, entertainment rooms... He's keen to find the armory, too, because, well. Weapons are fun. But even if he doesn't find it just yet, he's keeping himself busy enough looking through the rest of the castle.

A small creature tails after him as he explores his surroundings. Sometimes, even, the weasel can be found perched on his shoulder like a tiny parrot, or nestled comfortably in the crook of his arm. Pan's not really one to keep pets-- not unless you counted Wendy-- but this weasel is a very special weasel, okay. The familiar is still new to Pan, and he's still getting accustomed to its constant presence, but he has to admit, the creature's quite useful. It took all of his willpower, but he went against using "Felix" for its name, deciding instead to call it "Slightly." So, say hello to Slightly the weasel.

As for Pan himself, he was so eager to get around and explore the castle that he didn't bother changing out of the clothes he arrived in. As such, he doesn't much look the part of Peter Pan right now. Instead, he's dressed like a perfectly average boy (as he learned pretty early into his time in this world that running around in a forest-inspired outfit would attract attention that wasn't always the most positive), in a pair of dark jeans, a blue button-up shirt, and a slightly raggedy black coat, with a scarf hanging around his shoulders. He doesn't like dressing this way, truth be told-- he much prefers the clothes he's been wearing for as long as he can remember-- but for now, it's what he's got. It pays to look ordinary and blend in, sometimes.

Yep, he's just an ordinary boy with a magical weasel, walking around a positively extraordinary castle.

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[A young boy, at least as far as Andie can tell. She's zipping in and out of the castle as usual when she comes across him. She halts, a blur of motion that comes into focus all too quickly, so that unless he's very shrewd, it looks like she appeared out of nowhere. Superspeed is fun.]

Hey. Are you lost? Like, not that you can't be here or anything I just haven't seen you before and you seem pretty young to be a knight. I mean, what are you, thirteen? Which is totally cool! Thirteen is an awesome age! Like besides all the puberty and voice cracking and awkward hair growth, but uh... I just wanted to know if you need any help!

[This all comes out in one breath. Andie talks as fast as she does everything else.]

[Pan's paying attention to his surroundings, looking around at all the stuff, and so he does catch sight of the blur (spot 17) just before the young woman appears before him. He knows, of course, that he isn't the only one with special gifts in this place, but it's still interesting to see others' powers in action.

He opens his mouth to greet her, but it's difficult to get a word in edgewise, she's talking to fast. Finally, he gets a chance:]

I am a knight. [Not yet, you're not, Pan.] Or... [He shrugs his shoulders loosely, jostling Slightly, who's perched up there.] I will be soon enough. [He doesn't bother correcting her on his age, though. Truth be told, he doesn't know how old he is; he's been the same age for as long as he can remember. Over 300 years, he reckons.] I'm just taking a look around my new home.

[She nods. It's not like looking younger than you are is that uncommon. She won't judge. She just smiles.] Cool! If you have any questions, you can ask me, 'kay? I've been here, like, forever. [Part of the fun of being a legacy knight: knowing way more Knight trivia than anyone should.]

[He looks around, thinking over what he wants to ask.]

Is it true that we have run of the whole castle? There's nothing off limits? [Because, if there is, he wants to immediately find them.]

Uh... yeah! I guess. I mean like, it's rude to go around poking in people's rooms, and stuff but that's not really a forbidden thing so much as a politeness thing. Same as anywhere else. Have you seen the bowling alley?

Bowling alley? [He tilts his head. He... sort of knows what bowling is, even if it wasn't exactly a popular pastime in New York City. You throw a ball at some pins, right? That sounds right.] No, I didn't know there was one.

Well... there is! It's so cool! There's a movie theater too and also really well-stocked kitchens!

[Andie's a speedster. She's got her priorities. No judging.]

When actually present in the castle, David can be pretty set in his routine. Workout and training in the morning, breakfast, catching up on current events, possibly wandering the grounds a bit before lunch. Even with the time at sea (which had been much needed, as he'd missed it), he still falls back into the routine easily, letting the familiarity of it center him again.

By the time he runs into Pan (or, more accurately, Pan runs into him as David is currently sitting), he is in the middle of digging through news reports. He's specifically looking for stuff related to the Andres Islands but learning more about the world he now occupies in general wouldn't hurt him. There's still so much he needs to catch up on, but he's acclimating, bit by bit.

He looks up at the sound of footsteps, and while initially the frown is at that kid looks kind of young, it eventually devolves to ...

"Is that a weasel?"

Pan just looks at him as if the answer is completely obvious. "Of course it's a weasel." Adults. They could really be quite foolish sometimes, asking questions with such obvious answers-- probably because it's so difficult for them to really believe in anything that appears out of the ordinary. He reaches down to pick up the little creature, allowing it to rest in the crook of his arm. Pan should probably explain why he has a weasel with him, but he doesn't. Not just yet, at any rate.

Well, David is just surprised by the fact that it's a weasel. Not that he knows anything about how magical folk find their familiars because he just ... tends to avoid magic as a rule, but that also means that he's prone to assuming things based on their familiars.

Do you understand what a weasel says about you, Pan? Do you?

"Just not what I would have kept for a pet," he replies idly. He doesn't seem phased by the attitude. He's used to it - though he can't exactly remember why. It's annoying, but it's a fact of life at this point. "I hear they bite."

The weasel says great things about him, okay. It says that he's clever and... has great reflexes. And can kill snakes (maybe).

"They do. But Slightly doesn't bite me," he replies. Which is, of course, what really matters to Pan. Who cares if his attack weasel goes after other people? "Is there something wrong with keeping a weasel?"

... Okay, those are at least ... interesting things. David probably wouldn't classify "clever" and "good" in the same sentence, but he mostly is there to hit things, so.

"Nope." And there isn't. "It's just not what I would normally expect for a pet. Most kids would go for a puppy." And let's face it, Pan looks a lot like a kid.

A puppy. Pan raises his brow, as if to say "really?" Not that dogs don't have their uses-- loyalty, for one, is something he greatly prizes-- but he'll take the smaller, cleverer animal any day.

"He's more than just a pet," Pan clarifies. "And I'm more than just a... kid."

David isn't very good at seeing beneath the surface of things, but he's not particularly surprised when the kid says he's something more. What, exactly, he's not quite sure, but the animal should be a hint.

"My mistake."

Oh, rad. [ faith is waltzing down the hall, brushing her teeth as she goes, though she spins to a stop in front of him, checking out the weasel. the petite blonde has a lilting irish accent and a spot check of 18+ might notice that her skin has the slightest sheen, almost as if she overdosed on glitter bodywash. it's hard to miss how strangely bright her eyes are though. ] Pet, familiar, or polymorphed friend of yours?

[Spot check of 22, aw yeah. He takes the shine of her skin to mean she's probably not human (or, if she is, she's certainly not an ordinary one). What that makes her, though, he doesn't quite know, but he doesn't really put much thought into it. He just grins while the weasel stands up on its hind legs and surveys its surroundings.]

He's my familiar. I call him Slightly.

Don't let him loose near the kitchen, or that name will become tragically ironic fast.

Why, what would happen to him in the kitchen?

He'd be in food heaven. You'd have to start calling him Pudgley.

[He laughs.] I'd hope he'd have some self control. I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Pan.

[ she laughs in delight, thinking he's joking for a moment, but then she looks amazed as she seems to realize he's serious (sense motive nat 20!) ] Oh my gods... really? From Never Neverland, like in the book?

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