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[personal profile] defenderoftomorrow 2022-12-24 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ On the evening of the 24th of December, Yzak will have an anonymous present delivered to his home. It's a box with a small selection of the best-baked goods from the Catfe bakery. And thus, everything is completely cat-themed...except for one single cookie, in the shape of a bird, that someone added later. The card that comes with the present only says; ]

Happy Holidays! Keep honing those stealth skills.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-12-28 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[the chill of Wintermute is apparent well before the train rolls into the station: while they had been on trains before, Blue had only seen a horizon painted by an endless ocean. here, he can hardly blink before the landscape's drawn new lines and shapes to try and glimpse before they've passed. it's no slight to Yzak, who may or may not have found conversations start and stall with the way Blue's eyes trailed back to the window, only to start up again when he can provide explanations or suggestions for what it is they pass by.

mountains look so different from a view like this, as a passenger, not a refugee...

the Weeping Mouse has been weeping less, grown to trust Blue's assurance despite any inherent instincts. perhaps that's by design: it was made for him, after all; perhaps it was so fearful because it was projecting some of Blue's own unspoken fears of the unknown, of being caged as rats are. so for the majority of the ride, it sits curled up in Blue's lap - even occasionally lifting its head and sniffing at Yzak should there be attempts to interact! but it's back up to Blue's shoulder when it's time to disembark, and that's when the real cold hits...

bracing is putting it lightly.]


Cold...! [the thought escapes him quite easily as he steps out of the station and braces against the sharp chill in the air.]

Others trapped here...really choose to stay here...? [they must be terribly strong.]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2022-12-31 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[the mouse, better equipped but still not thrilled, fluffs up and burrows in the back of Blue's coat collar, tail curling around the front of his neck like a small muffler.

still braced against the chill, Blue manages to flash a small smile Yzak's way.]


It is those who enjoy this who I can't fathom...but I can believe in those who do what they must to live on.

It's so dark, too... [he looks ahead at the dappled lights of the nearby village.] We did not travel that long, and yet it seems like night now.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-02 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[what is naturally accepted as a gesture of affection is a welcome, warmer surprise. Blue's smile broadens, eyes crinkling with some fondness, even a glint of amusement.]

Even if the school fails your expectations...this journey isn't entirely a loss. [he squeezes the hand.] But let us go and see for ourselves.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-03 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Not that I can recall. [but then, there were some great swaths of time where he couldn't take in the sights as well as he should've. others would've told him, shown him... but the memory of snow is the one of the simulation room, of Finn skating about, of James helping him build snow sculptures, of paper snowflakes pasted along the bare walls of his room...]

The chill is sharper here. [likely because the simulation room wasn't set to utterly immerse someone into sheer discomfort.] Like every breath...comes with the threat of a knife... [his eyes scan ahead of them, tracing the hazy lines of the school blotted out by the snowfall.

after a beat, he feels Yzak's eyes upon him and glances over.]
Shall we?
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-04 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
If you start to tire, please say so. There seem to be some places to stop in to rest. [and how the turn would table then - Yzak, the weary one? with Blue as the steadfast sentinel? it may not be ideal for the former, but Blue is a guardian by necessity, so it would be something he'd be keen to do if he must.

before any huffing or puffing or any other dismissals or declarations of vitality can be made, Blue starts on, pulling him a bit by the arm so they may begin their trek.]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-05 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's a brisk but enjoyable trek, passing by angled rooftops and warm, glowing window light - a snowglobe wonderland unlike anything Blue has known before. the nip in the air is relentless, but so is Yzak Jule's warmth, so there is no fear of being overtaken. without a sharp wind to really cut to their bones, it's a quiet kind of cold that's almost cozy in of itself.

still, a mile is a mile, and it's more than a mile when one has to plod through an inch or so of snow to trek it. and while certainly Yzak wouldn't fuss or be bothered himself about the distance, Blue steers them off-course a little to take a break under the awning of one of the village homes - less to catch any lost breath and more to simply be present here for a little longer.

(but yes, he'd like to catch his breath; he's apple-cheeked and pink-eared, having forgotten the feeling of his nose despite Yzak's ongoing warmth.)

the craning of Blue's neck prompts the mouse to stir, crawling out from the collar and slinking onto his shoulder, tittering and twitching and sniffing at the air.]


The sky looks different in a place like this... Brighter, almost. [even though it's dark.]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-05 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
In this way, we'll be tested, it seems. [lab rats in a comfortable cage. Blue tries not to dwell on it too much, but it's ever-present. he'd rather be in this cage with someone he loves, but...he'd much prefer them not be in it at all.

the mouse titters and makes a slinky climb from Blue's shoulder to Yzak's now that they've made a bridge; here, now, the nose gives little sniffs through his hair at his ear.]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-06 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blue blinks, glancing over and quietly delighting to find such a wholesome interaction - especially since the mouse had been pretty distinctly fearful of most everyone, Yzak included.

it's cute...they're both just tremendously cute right now.]


I hardly noticed them move...they're as white as the snow.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Snow? This is snow? the little mouse ponders as Blue conveys Yzak's meaning. as Blue corrects that he means what's on the ground and floating in the sky, the mouse squeaks and scrambles onto Yzak's opposite shoulder, stretching its neck out as far as it can without having to lift any grabby little feet off Yzak's coat, nose sniffing and twitching in the air. a little flake falls on its muzzle and prompts it to curl back into a puffball, tail twitching.

Cold! Wet!]


It seems to have never experienced this before...
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-07 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[the mouse freezes while Yzak's moving, ears up. after a moment to observe the new little platform ahead of it, it leans out, seeming to gauge the safety and distance before hopping down into the hand, all scritchy toes and fuzzy feet, puffed-up tail flicking as it balls up to fill in his hand.

given their rather intense first impressions of each other, Blue can't help but be endeared by the sight, unable to hide his smile.]


That took a lot of trust. Your research has served you well, Yzak.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-08 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[amused:] Where is it you mean to lead this little one to, then? [just a snow bank?

speaking of, the mouse sticks its neck out to sniff at the snow just beyond the safety of Yzak's fingers. as gentle flakes fall and tickle its sensitive ears, they flick a few times, prompting it to squeak and shake its head before taking the brave plunge into the snow and snuffling and flopping around it like a chinchilla in a dust bath. very cute.]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-09 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[...huh.]

Would...that be a suitable name? [Blue looks from the little critter to Yzak.]

'Snow'? Or...'Snowball'?
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-10 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[fair point. look - Blue was comatose when Rain finally got named Rain, he doesn't know how this works.

either way, he posits the question to the mouse, which prompts it to stop squirreling around and sit up, ears perked.

Snow? This is snow? And I am snow?

the childlike nature of its processing of the inquiry makes Blue's mouth twitch, prompts him to shield it behind a hand just out of habit. when assured it was only if it wished to be known as snow, the little mouse squeaks and hops in some display of jubilation.]


...It seems content enough for it. ["content"]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2023-01-12 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[when Yzak speaks it, Snow squeaks back, acknowledging. Blue can't help but breathe out a faint laugh, sitting back while the mouse scrambles up Yzak's pantleg, up onto his lap, across it and backup to Blue's shoulder, all chilly and damp now. Blue doesn't mind it at all.]

Snow it is. [he peers past the furball to Yzak.] We are ready to continue, if you are.