Along the Straight and Narrow [OPEN]
Mar 8, 2019 16:36:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2019 16:36:21 GMT -5
The night beyond the edge of the windowsill was still and quiet, a sharp contrast to the warm light of the celebration that carried on in the small workshop on the other side of the window, and for the first time in what felt like a very long time Jiminy was genuinely entirely content with where he was. After taking another moment or two to admire the badge he’d been rewarded (a promise he’d all but forgotten about over the course of the journey he’d found himself on, but one he appreciated the fulfillment of nonetheless), he went the pull the window open wide enough to slip back inside--
--but suddenly the window was no longer that of the workshop. It appeared to be a shop, certainly, but the glassworks on display inside were not Gepetto’s craftsmanship, and the noise of the crowd surrounding him didn’t reflect the quiet nightly sounds of the village he’d grown rather familiar with whatsoever. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even night anymore, and though the architecture echoed that of the village it was much smaller than it had been previously (an impressive statement in and of itself, considering as far as human towns went it wasn’t a particularly remarkable size to begin with).
Jiminy backed himself up a few paces, back pressed against the windowpane. He wasn’t frightened of humans, by any means, but this was a nearly-overwhelming amount to be dealing with so suddenly. Across the crowded pavilion, he spotted a far less busy stand of some kind selling something or another (he was in no state of mind to pay attention to the particulars at the moment), located in the middle of a significantly more open pathway. A far better place to try and get his bearings, in his opinion-- he was familiar enough with making his way through relatively busy streets that weaving in and out of the crowd wasn’t much of a problem at all, and oddly enough the few folks that did spot him courteously shuffled out of the way as he went to run between their feet. It was bewildering in every aspect, but despite it all he had his priorities firmly sorted out by the time he made it across the pavilion. He may have been relatively new to the whole 'magic' thing, but he knew enough to say with certainty that this seemed to fit the bill. And if he'd been thrown somewhere else by some otherworldly means, then who was to say that the same hadn't happened to Pinocchio? It was far more concerning, if that was indeed the case, that they hadn't arrived in the same location, and the thought of the boy stuck somewhere new all on his own gave him no small amount of stress.
“Excuse me!” He sprung up atop the stand and frantically waved his hands at the being standing not too far off. “You wouldn’t have happened to see a boy pass by--” he cut himself off before he could even properly finish the inquiry, shaking his head to himself. The place was far too crowded to be so vague; he corrected himself before raising his voice again, “--what am I saying, of course you’ve seen a boy. But, uh, this one’s about… oh, yea high,” he leaned over the edge of the stand, arm outstretched to approximately indicate the kid’s height. “Black hair, blue eyes, probably looks a little lost?”
He’d wager as much, anyhow, although there was no way to be certain that anyone else had arrived here with him at all (wherever ‘here’ was). That was a possibility Jiminy opted not to entertain for the moment. So long as there was any chance that Pinocchio had arrived as well, he couldn’t leave him to wander on his own (even as much as the desire to pursue answers itched at the back of his mind). The boy may very well have developed a conscience of his own by now, but that by no means altered Jiminy’s obligation as his guardian.
--but suddenly the window was no longer that of the workshop. It appeared to be a shop, certainly, but the glassworks on display inside were not Gepetto’s craftsmanship, and the noise of the crowd surrounding him didn’t reflect the quiet nightly sounds of the village he’d grown rather familiar with whatsoever. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even night anymore, and though the architecture echoed that of the village it was much smaller than it had been previously (an impressive statement in and of itself, considering as far as human towns went it wasn’t a particularly remarkable size to begin with).
Jiminy backed himself up a few paces, back pressed against the windowpane. He wasn’t frightened of humans, by any means, but this was a nearly-overwhelming amount to be dealing with so suddenly. Across the crowded pavilion, he spotted a far less busy stand of some kind selling something or another (he was in no state of mind to pay attention to the particulars at the moment), located in the middle of a significantly more open pathway. A far better place to try and get his bearings, in his opinion-- he was familiar enough with making his way through relatively busy streets that weaving in and out of the crowd wasn’t much of a problem at all, and oddly enough the few folks that did spot him courteously shuffled out of the way as he went to run between their feet. It was bewildering in every aspect, but despite it all he had his priorities firmly sorted out by the time he made it across the pavilion. He may have been relatively new to the whole 'magic' thing, but he knew enough to say with certainty that this seemed to fit the bill. And if he'd been thrown somewhere else by some otherworldly means, then who was to say that the same hadn't happened to Pinocchio? It was far more concerning, if that was indeed the case, that they hadn't arrived in the same location, and the thought of the boy stuck somewhere new all on his own gave him no small amount of stress.
“Excuse me!” He sprung up atop the stand and frantically waved his hands at the being standing not too far off. “You wouldn’t have happened to see a boy pass by--” he cut himself off before he could even properly finish the inquiry, shaking his head to himself. The place was far too crowded to be so vague; he corrected himself before raising his voice again, “--what am I saying, of course you’ve seen a boy. But, uh, this one’s about… oh, yea high,” he leaned over the edge of the stand, arm outstretched to approximately indicate the kid’s height. “Black hair, blue eyes, probably looks a little lost?”
He’d wager as much, anyhow, although there was no way to be certain that anyone else had arrived here with him at all (wherever ‘here’ was). That was a possibility Jiminy opted not to entertain for the moment. So long as there was any chance that Pinocchio had arrived as well, he couldn’t leave him to wander on his own (even as much as the desire to pursue answers itched at the back of his mind). The boy may very well have developed a conscience of his own by now, but that by no means altered Jiminy’s obligation as his guardian.