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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

[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?

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

I should be able to. I'm attempting.

[For some reason it's taking him a while to get the hang of it. It seems to work better the less he's too overly concerned about getting it right.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Hm...I'd offer advice, but I'm not sure a sylph's experience would cross over to that of a pixie.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[He glances at her, surprised. He hasn't encountered anything entirely like this before.]

You know what variety of fairy I've transformed into?

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

I think so. You haven't met Tinkerbell, I take it? Hm...I should find her for you. She'd be better at explaining this stuff.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

I'll have to speak with her, as soon as I can.

[Glances to his things, but he at least managed to get them somewhat out of the way.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Well, she's human-sized now, so she won't be at her old home. Still, we can use the journal to find her.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind. [Fortunately, he'll run into her later, though he doesn't know that yet.] ...A week and this will be over. I must keep that in mind.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and nods.]

A long week, but...we don't have any choice.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

As is always the way around here.

[Sigh.]

...At least I wasn't the only one forced into such a form.

[And instinctively, Vincent glances around just to make sure that a very much likely larger dragoon isn't going to come around to stomp on him for the sin of speaking with Rydia.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia smirks.]

He's hardly in a position to do anything to you. Don't worry about him.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her, maintaining some sense of stoic Vincent-ness despite being somewhat surprised.]

How did you guess?

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

I've been with him long enough to know that look. Besides, I haven't forgotten the bad luck you've had before.

[You know, with her boyfriend's fist in your face.]

But like I said, you don't have to worry about that.

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[And they were very horrible coincidences that the crazy dragoon happened upon, too. Vincent is certain that he'd blame him for something out of his control like being the same size as his girlfriend.]

I'm relieved to hear that. [A slight pause.] ...Is there some reason why I won't have to worry about it?

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

...he's changed, too.

[But she's not going to say how.]

Anyway, shall we?

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow, but he's not going to ask.]

...Yes. Let's go.