Tables upon tables that made endless magical foods? Nadeshiko clapped her hands, delighted. Yaya-chan would love this, she and Pepe would be giggling over the gingerbread men. Tadase-kun would just adore the golden eggs. Sohma-kun would love any food he got to chase first, and Amu would be giving everything a cool once over while her Charas geeked out for her.
As for Nadeshiko, after enjoying imagining how her friends and favorite toys would react, got moving. The problem seemed to be that in the state the food came out, most of it was utterly inedible. While yes, destroying the tables might stop more food from being produced, that did nothing for the tremendous waste that was already created. There were plenty of people here strong enough to break up the tables. So Nadeshiko was going to help by transforming inedible magic food into a proper picnic, set out on a nearby non-magical table. She laid out the table with a red plaid cloth that matched her capelet and skirt and got to work. Not by magic was this transformation to happen, but by a borrowed kitchen and years of practice at baking and cooking. Feel free to come talk to her in the kitchen as she crushed gingerbread houses for sweet bread crumbs, or on the way to and from the various tables to either set out food, or collect ingredients.
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Nagihiko - Wildcard.
The young boy mostly kept to himself where he could, though he enjoyed watching other people. He... didn't know what to do about his unhatched eggs, or who he was supposed to be. Even without Temari around, it was easier for Nadeshiko. She had years to learn who she was. Nagihiko felt... like he didn't. Never mind that they were both thirteen, some days he felt like a small child again. Alone and unsure who he wanted to be, let alone how to become that someone. He knew those thoughts had given birth to Temari for Nadeshiko long ago. But for him? His blue egg was silent and still. Both eggs, of course, remained well hidden.
But for now he could be mostly found people watching, or with his nose buried in a book, researching these essences, and the threats they might face. Powerless or not, he was determined to find a way to help.
But there was one other place he might be found, and wouldn't be quite so, well, quiet. He found himself a basketball hoop and a ball, and thinking he was all alone, started shooting hoops. This... might be the first smile anyone here has ever seen on his face.
Nadeshiko/Nagihiko Fujisaki | Shugo Chara | 12 Huntsmen | Spoilers for Shugo Chara
Tables upon tables that made endless magical foods? Nadeshiko clapped her hands, delighted. Yaya-chan would love this, she and Pepe would be giggling over the gingerbread men. Tadase-kun would just adore the golden eggs. Sohma-kun would love any food he got to chase first, and Amu would be giving everything a cool once over while her Charas geeked out for her.
As for Nadeshiko, after enjoying imagining how her friends and favorite toys would react, got moving. The problem seemed to be that in the state the food came out, most of it was utterly inedible. While yes, destroying the tables might stop more food from being produced, that did nothing for the tremendous waste that was already created. There were plenty of people here strong enough to break up the tables. So Nadeshiko was going to help by transforming inedible magic food into a proper picnic, set out on a nearby non-magical table. She laid out the table with a red plaid cloth that matched her capelet and skirt and got to work. Not by magic was this transformation to happen, but by a borrowed kitchen and years of practice at baking and cooking. Feel free to come talk to her in the kitchen as she crushed gingerbread houses for sweet bread crumbs, or on the way to and from the various tables to either set out food, or collect ingredients.
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Nagihiko - Wildcard.
The young boy mostly kept to himself where he could, though he enjoyed watching other people. He... didn't know what to do about his unhatched eggs, or who he was supposed to be. Even without Temari around, it was easier for Nadeshiko. She had years to learn who she was. Nagihiko felt... like he didn't. Never mind that they were both thirteen, some days he felt like a small child again. Alone and unsure who he wanted to be, let alone how to become that someone. He knew those thoughts had given birth to Temari for Nadeshiko long ago. But for him? His blue egg was silent and still. Both eggs, of course, remained well hidden.
But for now he could be mostly found people watching, or with his nose buried in a book, researching these essences, and the threats they might face. Powerless or not, he was determined to find a way to help.
But there was one other place he might be found, and wouldn't be quite so, well, quiet. He found himself a basketball hoop and a ball, and thinking he was all alone, started shooting hoops. This... might be the first smile anyone here has ever seen on his face.