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Takamachi Nanoha ([personal profile] starlightace) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-03-20 11:16 pm

A family (and friends) Picnic! [Open to kidlets + Vivio/Fate]

This was something that Nanoha and Fate had made a promise - it felt like months ago - to do once the Nightmare King had been defeated: The two of them and Vivio would have a nice family picnic with homemade food, just like they would back home. Of course, Nanoha had extended the invitation to the other children on the ship - not only did she want Vivio's friends to feel included, but she felt slightly responsible for all of them in her own way, and thought that they could all use a boost in morale after the trials they'd gone through.

So, Nanoha had arrived in the Sensorium long before the time had come, turning the area into a replica of her kitchen back home, and had gotten to work cooking. She'd always liked to cook; not only did it smell wonderful but it was therapeutic and relaxing in its own way. Eventually, she had quite the assortment of neatly-packed bento - rice, chicken, some dried nori seaweed and even some tempura and salmon. All in all, it was just like she'd learn to make growing up, and more than enough to feed their little gathering.

Once she'd made and wrapped the bento in the cloth that they'd later use as a tablecloth, she changed the location to a wide, rolling meadow with short grass, studded with trees to provide shade for the bright, warm sun overhead.

Nanoha smiled to herself, waiting to see who'd arrive first.

[identity profile] toariversodeep.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
To look closer would reveal something almost hinging on a full outline, in the shadow there, small and delicate, and then those eyes—no, they're more like softly shining silver discs—focus on Nanoha...

[identity profile] toariversodeep.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
And at that the shape slowly leans forward from the shadow, detaching itself smoothly. In the bright light of the meadow, the darkness is a dim but animate shape. A loosely defined hand reaches up to trace letters in the air—

R-O-X-I-E.

[identity profile] toariversodeep.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
The shadowy head slowly nods, and the silvery "eyes" softly glint in the light. A hand reaches up to beckon in a "come closer" gesture.

[identity profile] toariversodeep.livejournal.com 2010-03-24 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
The shadow leans in, and in a voice soft enough that it could almost be mistaken for an imaginary slip of the ear, whispers it's a projection.