vatheon | this place is full of bugs

Who: Butterfly and everyone who wants to get trolled by a bug
When: Afternoon
Where: The Plaza, near the coral
Style: like a crazy Broadway nightmare
Status: Open

[In the middle of the Plaza, near the coral, there's a small, purple butterfly with sodden wings. He's crouched close to the stones, his wings laying flat and useless on either side of his body, but he's largely unconcerned with his plight. It's warm here, and bright, and his wings will dry out soon enough. He's far enough away from the center of things that no one has noticed him yet, and once his wings are a little drier and not so heavy, he'll crawl up the side of the coral and get out of the way of hurrying feet and the possible range of any roving cats. In the meantime, though, he'll stay where he is, feeling the sun warm his wings and lighten them, and if anyone passes close enough or bends down towards him, they'll hear him singing, softly and quietly, to himself.]

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere!
What's this? What's this?
There's white things in the air...

[His wings shiver, and he laughs, a light, tinkling sound, and starts climbing the coral.]

Who am I?
Two four six oh one!

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[Butterfly bats his wings engagingly at the brightly colored giant.]

I've lived a life that's full,
I've traveled each and every highway,
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

[The villainous duck blinks, surprised as he finally identifies who is singing.]

An insect? ... But how? How can it be?

[Seriously. He's studied biology extensively. What is this.]

[Butterfly flaps over and settles on one of the giant's long, golden braids.]

I gotta be me, I've gotta be me!
What else can I be?

... Ah!

[Well, he supposes that, since none of his subordinates are here, anyway, he can give in to the curious, investigating nature that was assigned to him at birth. For even though Gorthan was a military leader, his mind and his dark heart were those of a scientist.]

If you are capable of speech, I suppose you must be able to understand it, too. So, will you descend from my hair?

[He won't shoo the butterfly away. Instead, he will gently lift a hand and offer his fingers for it to perch on, so he'll be able to take a better look at it.]

[Butterfly is, by nature, innocent and trusting, and he flutters off the giant's hair and onto his outstretched hand, where he perches and slowly bats his wings back and forth.]

Blue skies, calling on blue skies,
Don't take them away, boys, don't take them away, boys

[This last song... actually earns something close to half a smile. Blue is, after all, his favorite color.]

This... this is a nice song.

But. Do you know any songs of war?

[Another color he likes is purple, of course. Evron's color. Intently, he observes the shades of purple on the butterfly's wings. Aside from that odd smirk on his beak, he really isn't doing anything suspicious at the moment.]

[Butterfly's wings shiver with distaste; he'd much rather sing happy songs, thank you. But he does know a song or two about war, and after a short pause, he starts singing again, his voice low and hesitant.]

Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses,
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerers of death's construction

this place is full of bugs

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let me know if the links are bothering you and I'll stop

There's a lot of music I don't know, so it's fine!

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