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[brosif]

[The orb comes up, and Sif is surrounded by a small but dedicated throng of villagers. All of whom are waving pieces of paper about. Her hair is disheveled, and as she brings a hand up to tug on her necklace there is a very audible crack as her elbow connects with the nose of a young maiden. It is accidental, but satisfying.]

What in all the worlds has gotten into the townspeople, this day? My autograph has been requested more times this morning than in the past month.

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[shiromadoushi]

Yours too...?

[[Here he had just thought it was another stage of the annoying cloud of fangirls... but if they were pestering others...

It may be worthy of note that Bakura is safely inside Hero Headquarters at the moment. It's safer that way.]]

[brosif]

[It takes Sif a moment to respond, because she has broken into a full out run.]

Yes. I do not understand the practice.

[shiromadoushi]

Back home, mostly fans asked for signatures of famous people, almost like proof they'd met them.

...we haven't done anything that would get us to be that famous since yesterday, I don't think...

[brosif]

Like a token. Yet, we are considered part of this community. In a way. There would be no need to collect proof of our visit.

[tatra]

How strange! I've been asked for my signature as well, although it's never happened before today. [ Because who asks princesses for an autograph? ] And nobody seems to want to say why.

[brosif]

[Aw, Tatra -- Sif is sure your handwriting is so much better than hers.]

...That is indeed suspicious.

[tatra]

I don't see that it could hurt anything, but I am rather curious.

[brosif]

It is your name, Lady. Surely that must hold some power.

[Foolish -- foolish of Sif, to give hers out so easily.]

[ladysarmour]

Your...autograph?

[brosif]

Have the villagers been accosting you as well, Lady?

[Does Sif have to smite someone?]

[ladysarmour]

I am rarely outside the castle.

[brosif]

Today would be a good day to keep to that habit.

Has anyone asked for your signature?

[bondsoflove]

I've been setting the papers on fire.

[brosif]

I would encourage you to continue in that endeavor.

[bondsoflove]

It's not as effective as I'd hoped. They're freakishly determined.

[brosif]

More determined than fire?

[halfwitch]

Maybe they think you're pretty.

[brosif]

They once thought I was cold and distant, too. That seems to have abated somewhat, and I miss it.

Have you been approached, Gretel?

[halfwitch]

By one or two people. I just ran off though, when they came close.

[consultmybooks]

You as well?

[It had finally gotten to the point where Giles had started using Ginia's illicit gift of an invisibility cloak. As it stands, he's hiding out back at his house, having set up a couple of mystical alarms to hopefully frighten off any other hopefuls.]

Have they deigned to explain why? With, um, with the ones that caught us, they were being stubbornly vague about the entire thing, which only makes my suspicions rise.

[brosif]

No, but Tatra feels that magic is unlikely to be the source. Give the intellect of the average villager.

[Giles be a bro and hand over the cloak.]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles would totally be a bro and hand over the cloak, if the clasp on it wasn't a cursed object that's already beginning to work its unholy influence on his mind.

It's been a long day.]

Why specifically signatures, then? If it was magic, um, then I could understand signatures. With the right sort of spell, there's a good deal of power in having someone's name written down.

Given the intellect of the average villager, um, I might consider them more susceptible.

[fairweather]

Such a curious little thing. I do wonder what has everyone in such a tizzy.

[brosif]

I do not know, but today might be a good day to feign illiteracy.

[Unless you really are >_>]

[fairweather]

I suppose, it is quite tiring having to wave people off. [Or give out signatures.] Is it as dreadful out in the city?