[open] Bad News Express

[notsolomon]

Who: William Twining and You
When: 8/23 - 9/15
Where: Grantebrycge, Gammon
What: The rejection letter delivery job
Rating: PG-13 for the destruction of dreams


Shooting the messenger part one
Marion Farnswatter was not happy to receive her rejection letter. Or really any of her rejection letters for that matter. This one, the fourth, seemed to be the last straw and she just steps up to either William or his unfortunate companion and delivers a hard slap to their face, face red and on the verge of tears.

She then dramatically turns and sweeps up the staircase of her very elaborately decorated home, leaving an embarrassed servantry behind. Well then...

Shooting the messenger part two
The two of you are hiding behind one of the many hedges dotting the garden of the Hodge family, hoping to avoid your would be destroyer.

Occasionally you hear the footsteps of the man after you, Theodoris Sr, the grandfather of your current rejection letter recipient. Turns out the recipient, little Theodoris Jr, is Theodoris Sr's favorite grandchild, the apple of his eye and heir to the family fortune. The Hodge family have all gone to Pigeonsblood, every last one of them. And all of them have been exceptionally talented mages who have done credit to the school. But Pigeonsblood would spit on everything the Hodge family has done for them over the years and would reject Junior because he supposedly has a weak mana pool? A likely story!

And a bunch of other nonsense was blathered at you before the family head decided to seek vengeance against you. And he is rather powerful for an eighty year old man it seems, his magic rather potent. You've had no choice but to run and seek shelter. So what will you do? Fight or escape?

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Have your own idea for deliveries gone wrong? Or right? Maybe it's not an angry recipient, but a disobedient micropig at work. Or an unfortunate letter mix up. Or maybe you want to unwind with William after a hard day's work. Either way, I am open to everything. I am also okay with both prose and action tags, so feel free to use whichever suits you best.

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[nh2h]

What could words do? A lot, depending on whom it came from. Coming from William, they meant little to Theodoris Sr., but coming from Junior, the man stopped his spell.

"Is that wand for me?! Is that mine??" The little boy tugged on his grandfather's clothes as he reached for the wand. The frost melted away as the boy pulled the man's arm down. This wand was the perfect size for the boy's small hands. It had a nice quality to it, too. He took the wand and began practicing on his wrist motions.

"Thank you, Gramps. I promise I'll practise with it every day," the boy looked down. "Like I should've been doing from the start."

Theodoris Sr. stuttered, conflicted between his ire at the Heroes and his love for his grandson. Once again, his confusion opened the perfect opportunity for escape.

[notsolomon]

Well this lovely domestic scene was a bit of a relief actually and William almost found his attitude towards the man softening. That even he could be stunned by his grandchild. But at the same time, it was best that they not chance it.

"Well, we would not like to intrude on a family moment such as this more than we already have," he sighed as he placed a free hand on his hip, holding the pig firm in his arm. "Time with loved ones is a rare commodity, especially for a gentleman of means, so we will leave you to it." He nodded towards Wander, hoping he would indeed catch on and leave with him. Quickly and politely.

[nh2h]

The old man muttered something as he waved the two away. He was more interested in improving his grandson's technique. Wander raised his hat, briefly revealing several more wands tucked in there, but the Theodoris family did not notice it. He bid them farewell and left, petting Wynona's snouts as he moved.

As he walked beside William, Wander watched him and smiled.

[notsolomon]

It was over at least and maybe those two would sort it out. Perhaps Junior could get into the school next year. Or find another, less discerning school that was better suited to his level of talent.

Though as they walked, William glanced at Wander. "What are you smiling about?"

[nh2h]

"Thanks for coming back, Will. That was nice what you said there."

William could have just taken the pig and gone off, but he did not. He found that quite touching, so touching, in fact, that he reached out to give William and tiny piglet a hug.

[notsolomon]

He tries to cringe away from the hug, but it's rather challenging with something so short.

"It wasn't to be nice. It just wouldn't look good to leave behind a co-worker like that. That's all." He pries himself away. He's not heartless though, that much is true. But he's not going to just admit that out loud. Because.