On a street corner somewhere in Deerington: A man juggles apples.
Dressed in a billowing coat, his man is wearing a mask, but it's an odd sort of mask because it looks like his face except with black holes where the eyes should be instead of normal eyes. He seems quite comfortable wearing it, and it doesn't seem to hinder his vision as he watches his apples float gracefully through the air.
"Apples are the perfect flying fruit. Aerodynamic, colorful, and never accidentally send a person into the future to force him to work as a waiter. Come up! Come 'round! Marvel if you like. I don't mind. It's your privilege and my honor."
At first it's a simple cascade, three apples in constant motion. He reverses the cascade, tosses one over the top, behind the back-- simple tricks but flashy enough to gain a spectator or two's attention. A passerby tosses him another apple which he adds to the shower... and then he gains a fifth. The tricks are starting to look more impressive now as the apples sail higher. "What I wouldn't give for a juggling partner. They're so hard to come by these days." He does a trick, then another, and never fumbles his toss.
"You there! Catch!" He knocks one apple out of sequence into the (un)suspecting hands of the person he calls to. Then another.
Once he's down the three, he begins to take bites of them as part of the trick. The mask doesn't hinder him.
After a few bites, he catches the apples, two in one hand and one in the other. He takes a deep bow, "Thank you. Thank you so kindly," regardless of the size of the crowd.
Mirrors
Valentine stares in the mirror in the shopfront window for a long time. It is so unlike the MirrorMask, but it holds his attention with the same raptness for quite a while.
He's not even looking at his face, hidden by his mask. He's simply caught up in the act of staring. Could these mirrors be exits like the charm was? If he stares, could it provide answers of some kind? The Very Useful Book had told him something about mirrors, but he hadn't been paying attention, so he found one and became entranced.
When he finally looks away, he sees a person passing. "Hello! Does this mirror seem unusual to you?" says the man in the mask.
Valentine | MirrorMask
On a street corner somewhere in Deerington: A man juggles apples.
Dressed in a billowing coat, his man is wearing a mask, but it's an odd sort of mask because it looks like his face except with black holes where the eyes should be instead of normal eyes. He seems quite comfortable wearing it, and it doesn't seem to hinder his vision as he watches his apples float gracefully through the air.
"Apples are the perfect flying fruit. Aerodynamic, colorful, and never accidentally send a person into the future to force him to work as a waiter. Come up! Come 'round! Marvel if you like. I don't mind. It's your privilege and my honor."
At first it's a simple cascade, three apples in constant motion. He reverses the cascade, tosses one over the top, behind the back-- simple tricks but flashy enough to gain a spectator or two's attention. A passerby tosses him another apple which he adds to the shower... and then he gains a fifth. The tricks are starting to look more impressive now as the apples sail higher. "What I wouldn't give for a juggling partner. They're so hard to come by these days." He does a trick, then another, and never fumbles his toss.
"You there! Catch!" He knocks one apple out of sequence into the (un)suspecting hands of the person he calls to. Then another.
Once he's down the three, he begins to take bites of them as part of the trick. The mask doesn't hinder him.
After a few bites, he catches the apples, two in one hand and one in the other. He takes a deep bow, "Thank you. Thank you so kindly," regardless of the size of the crowd.
Mirrors
Valentine stares in the mirror in the shopfront window for a long time. It is so unlike the MirrorMask, but it holds his attention with the same raptness for quite a while.
He's not even looking at his face, hidden by his mask. He's simply caught up in the act of staring. Could these mirrors be exits like the charm was? If he stares, could it provide answers of some kind? The Very Useful Book had told him something about mirrors, but he hadn't been paying attention, so he found one and became entranced.
When he finally looks away, he sees a person passing. "Hello! Does this mirror seem unusual to you?" says the man in the mask.