dream_hero (dream_hero) wrote in port_mango,

Questing for... a Hat [in progress]

Who: Klonoa, Franziska, and anybody who wants to join in the hunt :)
What: Klonoa lost his hat in the storm, and now he's searching for it.
When: Today?
Where: The park.
Warnings: None.

It had been a while since he last stepped outside, mostly due to the storm. Granted he could have talked to anyone, but he'd been having trouble talking to anybody, since most - if not all - of them were so much taller - and different - than him. There were the few who smiled and patted him on the back and said, "It's okay, kiddo, don't worry about it!", but sometimes he begged to differ.

Standing under one of the trees - one of the many that were still standing - he hummed and waited for the lady who had offered to help him. She seemed kind of ... well, intimidating, when he had read her reply to his journal. He reached up to adjust his cap - a habit he'd always had - then remembered it was still missing. He sighed. He wasn't used to it. It seemed silly to be going out to search for something like a simple hat, but to him, it was one of his most precious memories... He shook the thought from his head and looked up at the branches of the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of his little blue cap.
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Franziska walked through the streets in the city to the park. In her right hand she held her homemade whip, not planning on using it, but just there.

Walking into the park, she saw the strange creature who had lost his hat and walked towards him.
Not there... not there either... he thought to himself until he heard some very distinct footsteps - distinct not because they were familiar, but because they sounded so different from all the rest. The dominating kind.

He turned to look at who those steps belonged to. It was the woman he was waiting for; taller than him, as always, but boy if she didn't have that scary aura. He glanced at the whip she was holding and felt like shrinking somewhere.

"Hello," he managed to say without stuttering, though his feet were cemented to the floor.
"Hello," Franziska replied, "You must be the one searching for the hat, I presume?"

She looked around the park, looking at the trees, standing and fallen, for a glimpse of anything fabric. She then looked back the the creature and smirked.

"Why do you seem so nervous? Is it my whip?" she asked, looking at her homemade weapon. "I won't hurt you with it, as long as you don't do anything foolish."
"Yup, that's me," he answered, trying to give one of his more natural smiles. "Thanks so much for coming."

He blinked at the question - then again, it was kinda obvious given that he looked at that whip a little too suspiciously.

"Y-yes ma'am," he mumbled quickly, nodding.

He took another quick look around the park. "What a disaster..." he murmured. "Where could it be...?"