inner children (open to all)

[MMU]

ooc: this thread is open to anyone who wishes to join - there's no real date that it takes place ic-ly wise, and its pretty much just a thread to have fun in



ic:


He ran.

For all he was worth, the small droid fled down the halls of Castle Millard.

Metal feet takking on the marble floors, the avatar ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. No one knew yet, but it would only be a matter of time. He knew it.

And it wasn't often that you saw a small droid, splattered with paint, running through the corridors and halls of a castle - a castle that belonged to an Imperial Grand Admiral, for that matter.

He'd been bored - eternally bored - and if he had been able to cry, he would have been bored to tears.

As it was now, he'd spent the last two hours keeping himself busy with Lok's last birthday present -

- a box of his very own paints... just like hers.

And so, the previous two hours had been spent decorating Grand Admiral Millard's study. It was in desperate need of redecoration anyway, and the small droid had taken it upon himself to rise to the task. Still wet paintings decorated the desk, walls, and even a few of the books had been "wonderfully" colored in "beautiful" shades of every color one could think of. He'd even gotten creative and decided to throw paint along the walls for the sort of abstract effect that Lok sometimes did with her paintings. Overall it was a masterpiece.

And like all great masters, the little avatar signed his work - in small black letters in the far corner of the study.

Now, even though no one had yet to stumble across his latest creation, MMU knew that it would be best to make himself scarce -

- and that's what he did.

[SashaKovalev]

Alexander Millard was on his way to his uncle’s study. His uncle had promised to drop something off to him, but had been distracted by business and instead had left it in his study. And after a quick conversation as they had passed one another in the halls, had suggested that Alexander just go and grab it. His uncle would be back soon and there wasn’t a rush, but it was a lazy afternoon, and the package was one of interest.

It was a collection of letters that had been written by his mother to his father. Apparently Wargrave had found them among the collection he had of Alexander’s father’s things, and had felt that Sasha had finally earned the right to know of these things. It had taken much time and much work after the disasterous night on the roof – but finally, finally, his master seemed to be forgiving him.

He’d expected to breeze in, grab the package and go somewhere quiet to read them.

Instead…well..instead he stopped dead in his tracks as he opened the door.

“What the….?”

The study was….well, it wasn’t the study Sasha had entered several times before.

It was….it was….well, it looked like a life sized painting. A really...bad painting. An abstract...mess of sorts. Of course, some would actually call that art. He would be willing to, as it was probably better than anything he could ever do. But still....

Violet eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped as he stared. And stared and stared.

“Holy…..” He stepped inside just a bit, and a drop of paint fell from where it had splattered onto the ceiling, catching him no the cheek. He wiped it away to find a sky blue shade on his fingertip. And as the paint began to dry on his skin….

He couldn’t help it. In stunned silence, he began to laugh. There really wasn’t anything he could do. Someone was going to get it. Holy mother of God, someone was going to get it.

And he wondered who it was.

[Taylor Millard]

MMU ran down the halls cackling at his latest creation. He turned a corner, tripping over the carpet, spilling paint (more ART!) then collided with a pair of white panted, black boot wearing legs.

It was Grand Admiral Taylor Millard.

Millard peer down suspiciously at the metal avatar, his blue eyes narrowing. Whenever MMU tended to dash down hallways, it meant he was either running for something with an idea...or running from somewhere because he'd just done something.

He glared at the avatar as it attempted to collect itself, splashing more paint on the carpet.

"And where are you off to, MMU? With paint no doubt."

[SashaKovalev]

He was still chuckling to himself as he left the study, package in hand – specially ornamented with a few random splotches of paint here and there. Oh, it wasn’t funny, really, what he had seen in there. But it was shocking. And whoever had done it must have had balls the size of….

Either that or they entirely lacked any sense of logic.

The chuckle in his throat faded as he continued down the hall and encountered….his Uncle, the Grand Admiral Taylor Millard, and an odd little avatar who seemed to be picking himself up off the ground. This must be MMU, he thought to himself – it just had to be from the descriptions he had been given.

Sasha still had a bit of paint on his cheek, and more had dripped into his hair that he wasn’t aware of. And he almost decided to just turn around and head in the other direction – not wanting to witness the conflict – but it was too late. He’d been spotted.

And so he continued on, giving a small nod in greeting to his uncle as he approached. And it was then that he noticed the paint on the floor, and the speckles all over the little avatar.

Sasha’s eyes widened and his jaw might have dropped just a bit.

So this was the culprit.

He had to cover the smirk? Smile? Chuckle? With a cough.

“I uh…I found them.” He stated, holding the package up the slightest and trying to continue on as normal. Either way, he was screwed. If he told, the avatar would forever hate him – and likely paint his room or worse. If he didn’t say anything his uncle was going to ask him later if he’d completely lost his sight and mind.

[MMU]

Arching his little back upwards, the little avatar cast a glowing green gaze up to the Grand Admiral. In all the times he'd been caught red handed doing something "decorative", he'd always had to clean it up - but this time, he hadn't, and MMU knew it, too.

There was nothing Papa Taylor could do to him this time! MMU was completely innocent! Though, a quick look to Sasha showed that he'd already found out. It was probably a good time to get going, and as if deliberating with someone, he nodded his head to no one in particular.

And so, standing with his arms full of paint and paintbrushes, the small droid gave Millard a shrug before once more resuming his direction. I'm going outside, Papa Taylor.

Lok wanted me to help her with a painting she's working on.