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Characters: Mytho and no doubt the rest of Tutu cast
Open? Yarp
Where: Newbie land
When: miday
Warnings: Derp

This would be a familiar scene to most; Mytho standing in the middle of town, a bird perched on his outstretched hand, others fluttering about him. The crown was also to be expected, but while at first glance, it looked as if he had finally been dressed to his princely standard, the top of his tapered down in to a long flowing skirt of white and deep blue with gold accents.

It would seem the prince had been given the roll of princess in this new world...

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Ahiru's enthusiasm derailed Mytho's start to answer Fakir's question and he blinked at her, face a mask of blank near confusion.

After a moment, he looked back up. "I woke up in it..."

Looking down at his own slightly unusual clothes briefly, Fakir nodded. "Of course," he muttered, finally moving to stand near the two of them. Empty eyes. Of course. "Are you all right? When did you get here?"

Something was off. Mytho was warm as ever, his voice had the same familiar ring and rhythm... but...

"Your heart," she murmured. "I can't hear it."

"Just now..."

Mytho looked back down at Ahiru. "It's not there...." It was said in such a matter of fact way, half as if informing her.

Rue had been spending her days idly in the castle when she discovered something unfortunate: The crows here could speak. More unnervingly they could only speak to her, and seemed to take a great interest in coming to her window to inform her of whatever they felt was important news. That morning, she had been awoken early by chatterings of white hair, and scarcely had she heard it before she began pulling herself back into her wedding dress.

Following them down the road, she found him in the middle of the village, less-than-pleased that she wasn't the first.

"My prince!"

"Rue!"

Duck stepped away from Mytho quickly, feeling oddly self-conscious--she'd forgotten how strange it could be, knowing they all loved him in some way. But maybe now they could all work together.

"Did the birds tell you too?"

"Probably the crows," Fakir said. He didn't move at all.

"Rue..." Mytho acknowledged, still standing in place, birds fluttering around him.

Rue glared at Fakir, her eyes self-consciously fluttering back to the crows still sitting in the trees near them. But that didn't matter, she told herself, stepping forward to meet her prince. Nothing else did.

"I knew you'd come for me," she said quietly, taking his hands with an odd sort of reverence.

For a moment something odd twisted and bubbled inside Duck's heart. She wasn't used to seeing Rue like this: warm and gentle, her love free of possessiveness and despair. It was as if she were seeing something about her friend--and about love itself--that she hadn't really imagined before. It made her feel happy and lonely all at once.

Then she remembered that there had been no heartbeat in Mytho's chest.

Unsure of what to say or do, she glanced at Fakir, her face full of naked emotion.

Fakir's mouth opened once, then closed, giving him the appearance of a very confused fish. He didn't imagine there was much he could say that Rue wouldn't be angry with him for bringing up.

Mytho reflexively closed his hands around Rue's, expression still utterly blank. Something was different, that much he could tell, but what...

So he just stood there. Rue would tell him what to do if she wanted something.

Rue looked him up and down, frowning. There was something horribly familiar about that blank stare.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "And just what on Earth are you wearing?"

Fakir shifted uncomfortably. Did he really have to be the one to point this out?

"Obviously he's wearing a dress," he half-sighed. "As for the look, I think we can all tell what's happened."

"The book thought he was a princess?' Duck ventured, her head tipping to one side as utter confusion washed in to replace the momentary jealousy.

"That's ridiculous!" said Rue, ignoring the worrying feeling Mytho's blank eyes were giving her. "He's nothing like a princess."

Somewhat relieved that Rue hadn't addressed his other comment, Fakir decided to follow the current thread of conversation.

"Maybe it has strange standards of what a princess is," he said. He looked Mytho over again and shook his head. This was worse than the time the girls in the beginners class had put lipstick on him.

As Fakir had answered the question, Mytho had gotten distracted by one of the birds fluttering around. Holding up his hand, he waited for one to land on his fingers.

It didn't take too long.

She decided, for the moment, that it would be better not to mention the fact that the birds kept talking about Mytho as "the new girl". But with that distraction behind her, the strange twisting feeling took hold again. Duck bit her lip and glanced from Rue to Mytho to Fakir again, unconsciously knotting her fingers together.

"There's always the castle," she murmured, rather lamely.

Rue smiled uneasily, her grip not-so-subtly tightening on Mytho's hand.

"Of course," she said. "He'll be staying with me."

"I think we should all stay together," Fakir said, a note of finality in his voice as he looked between them. He was dismayed to realize that, once you put them both in big fluffy dresses, it wasn't that easy to tell which of them was actually a girl. "This is a dangerous place, after all."

As if in response to Rue's possessive body language, Duck moved a little closer to Fakir, linking her hands loosely around his wrist. It was more for comfort than anything else--she always felt just a bit stronger when he was around to support her, even if he was harsh about it--and to reassure herself that there was at least one person here who didn't make her heart feel all... complicated.

"I agree. If we stick together, then we can all take care of each other. Right?"

"I suppose that's alright," Rue said, still watching Mytho's face for any signs of life. "We'll just stay in my room, and you two can take the ones next to it."

"Nobody needs to share rooms," Fakir said sharply.

"Are you trying to tell me I can't share a room with my own husband?" Rue asked in outrage, turning suddenly to him.

"She won't hurt him, Fakir!"

Duck wasn't sure why she blurted that out as suddenly and with as much conviction as she did. But her hands tightened on Fakir's wrist, and somehow even when she said it she knew it was the absolute truth.

"Did I say that she would?" Fakir hissed, totally dismissing Rue. "No. I said that no one would be sharing rooms. That's all."

"Why not?" Rue asked, a little less confrontational now that Duck had taken up for her. "He can't take care of himself when he's... like this, so he'll need somebody with him."

"So we should probably all stay close to each other," Duck put in, still grasping Fakir's wrist. "You don't have to share a room with anybody, but we can all take turns watching over him if we need to."

"...I suppose that's fine," Rue said reluctantly. "Tonight, though, he should stay with me."

Fakir frowned and his hand hung limp in Duck's grasp. "I'm sure you've missed him."

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