Canon is Paperman. I don't even know...

[papershippers]

(You're just being silly, mun. Paper airplanes don't talk or have personality. They just go wherever the wind takes them. And a little of wherever they're thrown. That's about it.

This paper airplane is special, however. This one and all the others with it guide everyone to their destinies, their true loves, whatever their heart desires most. It's not just the wind that guides these wings, mun; wind lets them take flight, but fate lets them soar.

You might not notice it right away, goers of Dear_Mun, but there is a flock of paper airplanes flying behind or around you. They just want to you go on towards your destiny, but they can be pretty pushy about staying on track if you stray. What do you do?)

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[silenceyoudummy]

[ She's not going to blast them with magic ...yet. ]

[papershippers]

(They're just harmless little paper airplanes. What good would blasting them do? They're just flying around, is all.

...sure, there's the whole "they're not leaving you alone" thing, but they're not doing anything. Just casually following you.)

[immaculat]

My, how whimsical. [ Extends her hand. Maybe one will sit on her finger like a bird?

Either that or she'll get one hell of a paper cut. ]

[papershippers]

(They may be inanimate, but they're not malicious. Any and all paper cuts from them are completely accidental.

But yes, one of them perches on her finger swiftly, but casually. If anything, it's a slight hint at their sentience.)

[immaculat]

A light thing, you are. [ A gentle smile. ] I do wonder how you came to be-- perhaps a bored student in class? Or a master at origami?

[papershippers]

(The plane shifts lightly; a closer look will show that this one is made from some type of form that has yet to be filled. It was made by a regular man at his desk.

What makes this airplane as well as all of the other airplanes special is the emotion that went into making them. Though an average Joe, he folded each and every airplane in pursuit of a wish...for the ideal of love at first sight. It doesn't take magic to make a miracle; just the willpower and determination to make that miracle come true.)

[immaculat]

[ She glances at the writing, seeming to understand that much. The White Queen always has a way of understanding even the strangest of things. Probably because she's a weirdo herself. Either that or she's coming to some other conclusion that's on a scale that far surpasses wild mass guessing.

Either way, she beams. ] Whimsical, indeed. How high and far will this fly, mm? To its goal? Or beyond?

[papershippers]

(Just check out the sheer number of airplanes harmlessly flying around. That alone is testament to how far and how high they're willing to go to reach their mark.

The details are in the planes themselves. They were folded in a hurry, but with precision. The wrinkles at their noses indicate they didn't land where intended, but they continue to fly regardless.)

[immaculat]

I imagine it would bring others such hope to see all of these gathered, although...

[ Her voice drifts off, her thoughts unreadable. Eventually she pats the wing of the paper plane. ] Well, you should be off, don't you think?

[papershippers]

(Being created from a wish means they all do their best to make these wishes come true. If they can spread hope and inspire others with what they do, then they must be doing something right.

As such, their work was never done, but what about you, your highness? Surely, destiny calls out for you as well.)

[immaculat]

[ She watches for a moment before responding, giving that same beam. ] I am no Seer, but time will tell, no? In the meantime, there is much to be done.

[papershippers]

(There is indeed much to be done, your highness. Lots of wishes to grant and lots of people to keep moving towards them. And a little flying to be done, too.

The wind picks up a little and the plane perched on her finger takes off. The airplanes must take their departure for now, but one day destiny will call for her. When that day comes, they will return to help her majesty stay on track.)

[frostyfuntimes]

[Oh, Jack notices. He's flying next to them, back to the ground and not really looking where he's going.]

Do airplanes fly in flocks now?

[He flies up and over the paper airplanes. It's...weird but cool at the same time and Jack is curious enough to follow them.]

[papershippers]

(Careful, Jack; these airplanes are following you and we'll all end up going in circles real soon.

That said, these are special airplanes; they're by no means enchanted, but their flight patterns indicate something more than just a breeze carrying them forward. The flock size isn't a freak accident, either; it's symbolism. These planes are all on a mission and they'll endure what they have to in order to accomplish it.)

[frostyfuntimes]

[Circles are fun...at least for awhile he would totally entertain himself chasing the flying paper planes around.

In fact, Jack decides to test something out swinging up higher into the air and zipping ahead.]

Try to keep up!

[papershippers]

(Well hey, they're actually keeping up pretty well. It's definitely not normal because...well, they're paper airplanes, but they're flying behind Jack as if nothing was wrong.

Gotta do better than that if you're trying to out fly them.)

[frostyfuntimes]

[Jack's not sure how to take the fact that the little paper airplanes are actually keeping up with him and not, you know, being scattered by the wind he's kicking up himself.

He frowns slightly, concentrates, and puts on more speed.]

[papershippers]

(It's magic. While at the same time, not being magic. It's the same thing that fuels a wish or a miracle; very much real, but no less spectacular.

But these aren't fighter planes; the distance between them slowly grows, but that doesn't deter them in the slightest. They may not be as fast, but they're no less determined.)

[protectivewolf]

[M-21's going to be staring at the paper planes warily, before glancing around as covertly as he can, trying to find the person controlling them.

And then sees the flock around him. Dammit, he really needs to find that person before he's attacked. He tries to get out of the flock, doing his best to not touch any of them.]

[papershippers]

(Nope, there's no person controlling them. No magic keeping them moving, no strings pulling them along...nothing like that. Just regular handmade paper airplanes...and some very convenient wind.

They don't do any kind of damage upon contact, so pushing them aside isn't hard at all. It's just paper. The real trick is getting away from them because even when knocked to the ground, they'll get right back up.)

[protectivewolf]

[No-one around... When M-21 accidentally brushes against one, he tenses, expecting something to happen, but it doesn't. Except the one he hit floats back up into place. ...Yeah, that's not normal. He's not sure if the situation warrants transforming his hands yet though.

M-21 eyes them for a second longer, before he backs up a few steps, waiting to see what they'll do next.]

[papershippers]

(He probably can transform if he wants, but there's really no point to it. There's literally no harm they can do...save for papercuts, but they're really careful about those. Honest!

They inch closer, but continue flying around the immediate area. Running fast will only make them fly fast in pursuit. They're a persistent bunch, too; corners and sharp turns aren't a problem for this. The real question is this: are they leading him along...or is he leading them?)

[protectivewolf]

[Yeah, M-21 doesn't like being crowded, but he likes backing down less, so he stays where he is, frowning. He tries to poke one, trying to find the trick, how they're flying like that.

He eventually sighs.] Can you talk? [Because this place is weird, and there's a chance that they could.]