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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]

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.