Oh, g'day! Seems like ya've stumbled into the warren! I'm the guardian of hope, the Easter Bunny, but ya can jus' call me Bunny.
Outinthewarren has stepped onto the pitch.

iplaykeepaway:

"You are one big bunny. How do you manage to get around?"

"Ah, tha’ would just give away my secrets, eh? I ‘ave my ways."

malapuellam:

outinthewarren:

"Gettin’ ahead of yer self, jus’ like North." She made a face and shrugged her shoulders. “‘S Australian fer girl. Force of habit."

          Her brows furrowed, teeth gently grazing her bottom lip. “Should I ask who North is or just assume it’s a friend?” Arms crossed over her chest loosely and her head tilted to the side. “Oh. I see. I take it your Australian?”

"He’s better known as Santa Claus," Bunny replied and nodded. "As Australian as they come. What about ya?"

outinthewarren is now under your shadow.

driven-to-the-edge:

"Hello."

"Ah, ‘ello."

outinthewarren has entered the darkness

thedarklingprincess:

outinthewarren:

thedarklingprincess:

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Jade doesn’t lower her blade. “You’re the pooka, yes?” she demands sharply. “You want to kill Pitch, and you want to kill me!” She swallows, struggling not to let her nervousness show. She had to stay strong, she was all that stopped the Pooka from getting to her Father, from getting to Pitch.

"Yes, but I never said tha’!" She argued. "Pitch, possibly, but not ya, sheila..Not yet, anyway." Bunny scowled, watching the other intently. This had to be a joke, a distraction.

The princess hesitates, grip tightening and loosening as she stared at the Pooka. “I won’t let you hurt him,” she finally says, swallowing. “You know that, yes?”

The pooka slowly nodded, mostly in understanding. “Yeah, I kinda gathered tha’, sheila. Tella ya wha’, we put our diff’rences aside and try t’ play nice, alright?” No need for a fight to break out.

malapuellam:

outinthewarren:

"Christmas ain’t fer another twenty days, sheila." The pooka replied with a frown.

         ”I’ve realized that.” The interface simply just crinkles her nose and shakes her head, her head tilting to the side afterwords. “Why did you call me Sheila?”

"Gettin’ ahead of yer self, jus’ like North." She made a face and shrugged her shoulders. “‘S Australian fer girl. Force of habit."

+even more travellers!

expergiscendum:

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  “I made gingerbread men, who’d like to try one?~”

"Wha’ kinda gingerbread?" She asked, curious yet cautious.

malapuellam:

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                  “Merry Christmas! Oh wait — “

    [ Silly her. Christmas was in twenty-five days or so, not when December started. Her bad. ]

"Christmas ain’t fer another twenty days, sheila." The pooka replied with a frown.

outinthewarren has entered the darkness

thedarklingprincess:

outinthewarren:

thedarklingprincess:

Jade’s breath stops in her throat and she backs off, nightmare sand twirling to life in her hand, a petty little blade that would not help at all against the Pooka. “S-stay back! Father’s told me about you! You’re going to kill me! Aren’t you?!”

The boomerangs were out of their packs instantly as her ears twitched. “Whoa, sheila! Your father?” She inquired, her fingers tightening on the weapons slightly. “Why would I kill ya? I dunno who ya are!” That but shouldn’t matter. What does is that this person has nightmare sand, and she was guessing who her ‘father’ is..

"Ya make me sound like a bloody killer! I ain’t."

Jade doesn’t lower her blade. “You’re the pooka, yes?” she demands sharply. “You want to kill Pitch, and you want to kill me!” She swallows, struggling not to let her nervousness show. She had to stay strong, she was all that stopped the Pooka from getting to her Father, from getting to Pitch.

"Yes, but I never said tha’!" She argued. "Pitch, possibly, but not ya, sheila..Not yet, anyway." Bunny scowled, watching the other intently. This had to be a joke, a distraction.

tags: #helloo
outinthewarren has entered the darkness

thedarklingprincess:

Jade’s breath stops in her throat and she backs off, nightmare sand twirling to life in her hand, a petty little blade that would not help at all against the Pooka. “S-stay back! Father’s told me about you! You’re going to kill me! Aren’t you?!”

The boomerangs were out of their packs instantly as her ears twitched. “Whoa, sheila! Your father?” She inquired, her fingers tightening on the weapons slightly. “Why would I kill ya? I dunno who ya are!” That but shouldn’t matter. What does is that this person has nightmare sand, and she was guessing who her ‘father’ is..

"Ya make me sound like a bloody killer! I ain’t."

A re-awakening |

sanderson-mansnoozle:

Leave it to Sandy to wake up in someone else’s bed. No matter how many times he re-registered as a physical entity, it still surprised him to wake up alive and well; it surprised him to breath. The man slightly groaned under his breath, not unlike a bear cub, before pushing himself further into the blankets. Who knew when he’d sleep next? Maybe in the next century.

    Five more minutes-…only five.

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Bunny stared at the man wide eyed; she hadn’t expected anyone to come into her bed. A stranger, more less - except, that it wasn’t. There was an air about him that registered with the rabbit and blinked. No, no, it couldn’t be - could it?

His groan sent a shiver down her spine and she nearly shook the man awake but didn’t.

"If I give ya five minutes, ya won’t be sleepin’ anymore, mate. Five minutes, or else you’ll be met with icy river!" She threatened.

tags: #whelp