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[thenightmarebegins]

[This voice message is less voice and more... the sound of bells. Bells that are light and jingly, with perhaps just a little bit of an ominous tone underneath that. Anyone with magical backgrounds- the same as with for Tinker Bell- can understand the words, but for anyone else they'll just hear him talk in the bell sound. Vincent has no idea yet, of course.]

It will only last a week... if we're fortunate.

[Of all the things to become, it had to be this. No monster, oddly enough, but a tiny little fairy. At the moment he's somewhere around town right in the middle of one of the paths. He's wearing his bandana wrapped around him toga-style. Vincent is making a futile attempt to pick up at least his journal and his gun and bring them along with him... but getting airborne is proving to be a challenge and he's sprinkling pixie dust all over.]

Comments

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia, still a sylph, is flying back toward home when she catches sight of....]

...Vincent?

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

...Rydia?

[Vincent lets the stuff drop down a moment as he stares at her in surprise. She's pretty much a similar size to him, and seems to be a lifeform of some similarity as well.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

You're a sylph, too?

[She looks at him, then the pixie dust.]

Oh, you're like Tink. Um, we should move. I don't want you squished.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[Like who? Never mind that. Vincent nods, seeing the logic in that.]

I don't want to leave my things here... but I cannot possibly carry them in this form.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Hm...obviously, I can't carry them either. I can ask a friend to pick them up, though.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[...He's grudging to accept the assistance, but what else can be done about it, while in this form?]

If they could bring them back to my place, I would appreciate that.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

I think we can manage that.

...where do you live again?

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

Community building one, room twenty three.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Nods.]

Alright. We can head to my house first, then. Um...can you fly?

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[trueraretalent.livejournal.com]

[Bells! Tink recognizes those, but sadly can't understand them now. And it's really upsetting.]

Hey! You're a fairy! It's me! Tink! I can't understand you right now. Go slower, please!

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[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[Have more bell-sounds, which get rather frustrated at times, only to calm down again and try to get what he's saying across.]

I don't understand. Why would you be unable to hear me? Are we not speaking the same language...?

[Tests out a Written part next which proves to be a challenge.]

You're... unable to understand my speech?

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[trueraretalent.livejournal.com]

I don't get it. I can't...

[She's actually getting upset about this and not just angry. Once the writing comes back, she calms down with a sniffle.]

I don't like this at all. Please, tell me who you are. Where are you?

Written

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

Vincent Valentine. I'm normally [Human, but... not quite entirely human] ...not this size. I'm on one of the pathways leading from the shops.

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[trueraretalent.livejournal.com]

I'm Tinker Bell. Um, if you're a fairy, what's your talent?

[She's already on her way to find him.]

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[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

My talent? What do you mean...?

[Perhaps it's something he's not discovered yet, since he's only just turned and has a lot to get used to about this form. He'll be busying himself with moving away his things from the path, as much as he possibly can move it all like he is.]

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[trueraretalent.livejournal.com]

All fairies have a talent. Some make snow, others paint the flowers, some can catch the sunlight or hold water. If you have a talent, you'll know.

[She's missing hers very much. Eventually she makes it out and spots a fairy flying around trying to move stuff.]

You could use pixie dust to float those if you want.

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[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[...Now you tell him. Though of course, he's going to wonder about this 'talent' thing and how it might relate to his normal abilities... He looks at all of the glowing dust around him, realizing that's what she must mean. He tries sprinkling some on his too-large-to-carry items.]

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

[Yay! Finally, another fairy!]

Hi!

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[Vincent glances back, currently a lot less pleased to be in fairy form.]

...Hello? Have you been transformed as well?

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

No. I've always been a fairy!

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

I see... This is the first experience I've had being like this.

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

And... you don't like it?

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

It's very inconvenient for traveling through the village... or carrying anything.

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I know... And you have to constantly worry about being stepped on.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[He nods, yes he knows all too well that experience, and trying to avoid it while he's been like this.]

How do you best avoid that happening?