[It’s a little while before Katherine picks up and fiddles with the pocket watch she’s been given. With all it can do, it fails to impress her too much; why on earth does it look so strange to operate? And why do these functions appear to be all it can do? Surely North or Ombric would have created one much, much more efficient.
Nevertheless, she sighs and very, very carefully begins to relay a message once she has prodded the right settings to set a video.]
Is this working? I hope so, I’m trying to get it to record my message...
[Assuming it’s working, she huffs a sigh and continues.]
My name is Ka...
[She pauses, unsure. If this is the work of Pitch...]
Kat. I’m looking for a man named Nicholas St. North-- he’s tall and very grand, and he should have been with me-- but he isn’t.
Third Person:
It should be noted that Katherine, in her young life, has never so much as even imagined such a vehicle as a train. Perhaps there were some back where she was from, but they had never crossed her mind; not such a train as this one, anyway. She and her friends had imagined many things; North had made into being a small flying ship powered by his djinni, Petter had invented himself a small catapult, and Sasscha had made gloves and boots that propelled her like a squirrel.
It should have been no surprise, then, that she would be at least a little alarmed when she awoke on the rattling train. The design was such as she had never seen, and she had just been with North-- where was he now? And, more pertinently, where in the world was she? Katherine had no idea where this strange vehicle was headed, but knew better than to let herself get too out of sorts. She was never going to get much of anywhere if she didn’t keep herself together. Scanning everything with her grey eyes and pushing her dark hair into the hood of her bright yellow coat, Katherine sets herself upright in her seat and makes sure to note everything she could in her head. She would have to tell North about the strange place she had found herself in, and exactly how she was going to get herself out and back to helping him and Bunnymund defend everyone from the Nightmare King.
Upon the train’s arrival at the station she leaves the train, slow and inquisitive, looking for so much as a sign. But as she finds her way off the strange vehicle, she finds absolutely nothing familiar. These buildings are nothing like the temples of the Lunar Lamas or the shores of Easter Island or the crisp-aired Santoff Claussen. And though Katherine is very, very brave, for such a small girl, she is also very, very afraid.
Swallowing and peering about, she inquires, “Is anyone here?”
After a few steps, she speaks again. “Can anyone tell me where I am?”
[CANON] Katherine || The Guardians || Reserve || 2/2
[It’s a little while before Katherine picks up and fiddles with the pocket watch she’s been given. With all it can do, it fails to impress her too much; why on earth does it look so strange to operate? And why do these functions appear to be all it can do? Surely North or Ombric would have created one much, much more efficient.
Nevertheless, she sighs and very, very carefully begins to relay a message once she has prodded the right settings to set a video.]
Is this working? I hope so, I’m trying to get it to record my message...
[Assuming it’s working, she huffs a sigh and continues.]
My name is Ka...
[She pauses, unsure. If this is the work of Pitch...]
Kat. I’m looking for a man named Nicholas St. North-- he’s tall and very grand, and he should have been with me-- but he isn’t.
Third Person:
It should be noted that Katherine, in her young life, has never so much as even imagined such a vehicle as a train. Perhaps there were some back where she was from, but they had never crossed her mind; not such a train as this one, anyway. She and her friends had imagined many things; North had made into being a small flying ship powered by his djinni, Petter had invented himself a small catapult, and Sasscha had made gloves and boots that propelled her like a squirrel.
It should have been no surprise, then, that she would be at least a little alarmed when she awoke on the rattling train. The design was such as she had never seen, and she had just been with North-- where was he now? And, more pertinently, where in the world was she? Katherine had no idea where this strange vehicle was headed, but knew better than to let herself get too out of sorts. She was never going to get much of anywhere if she didn’t keep herself together. Scanning everything with her grey eyes and pushing her dark hair into the hood of her bright yellow coat, Katherine sets herself upright in her seat and makes sure to note everything she could in her head. She would have to tell North about the strange place she had found herself in, and exactly how she was going to get herself out and back to helping him and Bunnymund defend everyone from the Nightmare King.
Upon the train’s arrival at the station she leaves the train, slow and inquisitive, looking for so much as a sign. But as she finds her way off the strange vehicle, she finds absolutely nothing familiar. These buildings are nothing like the temples of the Lunar Lamas or the shores of Easter Island or the crisp-aired Santoff Claussen. And though Katherine is very, very brave, for such a small girl, she is also very, very afraid.
Swallowing and peering about, she inquires, “Is anyone here?”
After a few steps, she speaks again. “Can anyone tell me where I am?”