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Ozma (

fairy_princess) wrote in

pentamerone,
@ 2009-04-12 13:07:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, !places: ozland, knave of hearts, ozma

Ozma had moved farther down her path, and found out more, piece by piece, about this world. A snippet here from a traveler, and a bit there for an overheard conversation, or any place else she could get the bits of information she needed.

Her small presence was a blessing for getting information, but she realized quickly, in this place would make it hard to lead a revolt. She had been considering several options, including masking herself back into Tip, but had finally settled on just finding help. She couldn't go at this alone, and the people here didn't seem so thrilled with the situation that she couldn't find those to help her.

She just wasn't sure how to go about it.

So she sat, and waited, and listened patiently for someone. She knew, eventually, it's come.

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stolethetarts
2009-04-15 12:35 am UTC (link)

Knave hadn't found that little girl that was missing. There were flyers up, and he'd been keeping a sharp eye out for her, but as yet, Dorothy's daughter Ozmina had yet to be found. Knave was not pleased. The longer a child was missing, the less likely they were to be found alive.

Assuming she existed in the first place. People in Ozland were quite insane, and he had to face the possibility that the little girl didn't exist at all. But because of his nature, he kept looking anyway. Which explained why when he saw a little girl who looked a bit like the missing child, he paused, and then approached her. "Afternoon," he said, attempting to soften his gruff voice. He hoped his appearance wasn't enough to startle her too much. He made sure that his badge was visible, clearly marking him as a law enforcement official, and not some terrifying large man accosting a child.

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fairy_princess
2009-04-22 01:25 am UTC (link)

Ozma shifted, looking up at the tall man before her. He was...intimidating. But at least for the moment she wasn't too worried. They weren't exactly in a goods place to be snatching up little girls, and he appeared to be some sort of law enforcement.

Not that she would feel supremely safe with this lands law enforcement. But still. She hadn't done anything wrong as it stood.

"Hello!" She said, giving him a warm, soft smile.

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stolethetarts
2009-05-01 03:02 pm UTC (link)

Smiling or something probably would have been a good idea, but Knave was sure his smile wasn't the most comforting one out there. So instead he merely whipped out one of the pictures of the missing girl and held it for this one to see. "That isn't you is it? You look similar, but not the same. You wouldn't know this little girl would you?"

The flyer he held showed Dorothy's daughter on it, along with the words, "Answers to the name 'Ozmina'" and a few other details about where she'd last been seen. There wasn't much to go one besides her name and her looks.

Sorry this took me so long! I'm a poophead!

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fairy_princess
2009-05-14 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Oxma took the picture carefully, studying it deeply. Her dark brows knit together...the girl did resemble her. And the name did as well. But she had never seen her.

"Who...is she?" She asked softly, looking up at Knave. She felt like...something was right out of her reach. Something overwhelmingly familiar. The thoughts of her rebellion were, momentarily set aside.

*Can't talk* :3

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stolethetarts
2009-05-17 03:10 am UTC (link)

Knave watched as she investigated the photo, but there was no light of recognition in her eyes, no girlish giggles, nothing to show that she knew the girl. Or was her. Especially not when she looked up and asked who was she. Knave frowned. "A lost little girl, named Ozmina. Her mother Dorothy's been looking for her." He sighed and straightened. "I guess it's not you after all. But you're not here alone are you?" He looked a bit concerned - children had that effect on him.

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