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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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[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.