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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.]

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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.

Written / Action

[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.]

Written / Action

[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.]

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[trueraretalent.livejournal.com]

Be careful not to use too much. If you run out, you won't be able to fly. Oh! And make sure your wings stay dry. Can't fly with wet wings, you know.

Action

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

This dust is- [Oh, right, need to write it out.] This dust is what gives me the power of flight?

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[trueraretalent.livejournal.com]

[She nods and smiles.]

And happy thoughts. But that's easy for a fairy, we're born from laughter.

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[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

Happy thoughts?

[...Well. That might be a challenge for Vincent. However, he has noticed it's as if he can't dwell the same way he usually does on things. It's like he can only handle so much emotion at once. How strange, to be a being born of laughter of all things...]

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[trueraretalent.livejournal.com]

Mmhmm! Give it a try.

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[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[Hm... Well... there was that time he fell asleep outside and Lucrecia came along with a picnic basket for them.]

[...sad that the happiest thing he can think of is from over thirty years ago. :|]

...That worked... better than I expected.