[Voice/Action]

[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

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll do fine!

What's your name, by the way? I'm Salt!

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

I'll attempt. [Gives a serious stare.] I'm Vincent Valentine.

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

[doesn't understand the stare...] Valentine like that festival?

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[Dramatic stares are just his way of being friendly. Now he sighs. He's definitely no fan of that holiday.]

Unfortunately so.

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

Does that mean you are somehow connected to that festival?

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

Not in the least. It's entirely a coincidence.

[If anything, it's something of the universe mocking him...]

[sun-trumpet.livejournal.com]

I see... well, it's still pretty cool!