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All the colors of black
Apr. 18th, 2009 06:58 amIt had started out so simple.
Larxene went everyday to the children's wing. With those adepts that had their powers far too early, she made sure that everyone remembered that they were still kids despite the fact that they could level small towns. In short, she took time to play. Even on her bad days, when she couldn't focus past the storm shielding, she usually made it down for bedtime stories.
Today was no different.
It was just after a new jump rope game that the fight broke out. Two of the older boys were picking on the newest girl, saying she dressed like a boy. The girl had countered that they all dressed the same, what if they were dressing like girls? Given that Larxene was usually the oldest person around in the adept clothing, it was a pretty good argument.
Larxene couldn't do anything about the adept clothing itself. The moogles had tried to make it in colors. Were still trying, knowing them, but it was all black. And it helped best in the tight leggings and deep hooded coats.
Finger paint had seemed like a really good idea.
Why not after all? The coats would absorb the paint within a few hours, so no permanent harm right? And it let the kids be distinctive and colorful. That was important, in a way she really couldn't define, just important. She hadn't factored in the sheer amount of clashing mayhem that seven adept children could cause with finger paints. The walls, well, the walls might never truly recover.
The kids had been so happy though, before they'd trotted off to lessons. Her own coat bore the marks of cheerful battle. Hand prints and clumsy suns, a dog along one hem...
...she held her head proudly, a green star around one eye, as she started to work on wall scrubbing.
Larxene went everyday to the children's wing. With those adepts that had their powers far too early, she made sure that everyone remembered that they were still kids despite the fact that they could level small towns. In short, she took time to play. Even on her bad days, when she couldn't focus past the storm shielding, she usually made it down for bedtime stories.
Today was no different.
It was just after a new jump rope game that the fight broke out. Two of the older boys were picking on the newest girl, saying she dressed like a boy. The girl had countered that they all dressed the same, what if they were dressing like girls? Given that Larxene was usually the oldest person around in the adept clothing, it was a pretty good argument.
Larxene couldn't do anything about the adept clothing itself. The moogles had tried to make it in colors. Were still trying, knowing them, but it was all black. And it helped best in the tight leggings and deep hooded coats.
Finger paint had seemed like a really good idea.
Why not after all? The coats would absorb the paint within a few hours, so no permanent harm right? And it let the kids be distinctive and colorful. That was important, in a way she really couldn't define, just important. She hadn't factored in the sheer amount of clashing mayhem that seven adept children could cause with finger paints. The walls, well, the walls might never truly recover.
The kids had been so happy though, before they'd trotted off to lessons. Her own coat bore the marks of cheerful battle. Hand prints and clumsy suns, a dog along one hem...
...she held her head proudly, a green star around one eye, as she started to work on wall scrubbing.
