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Tweak says, "Why is snow so hot!"

Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-14 11:06:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, !incomplete, day 04, experiment, location: detention cell, npc, shizuka domeki, tinker bell

Who: Tinker Bell & Shizuka Domeki
What: Experimentation!
When: Sometime after waking up, pro'lly mid morning based off of Tink's internal clock, though it's impossible to tell at this point
Where: A sealed cell with no windows, no doors, and water slowly leaking in
Rating: TBD, though possibly PG-13 for Tink's trucker tongue
Status: Active

Having gone to bed on top of a crumbling slab of granite in the middle of a graveyard, a wooden bench was far more comfortable for a fairy to be sleeping on. The tiny woman, whose hair was platinum blond and down today, sat up slowly, her transparent wings glittering and trembling a bit. A faint glow began to form around her body, a bluish white in color. Groggy, sore, and wondering why it wasn't as bright as it should have been, she reached out and felt stone beneath her hand. Ah, she must have fallen off the stone in the middle of the night. That was odd. But then she felt water running down it, yet none was falling on her head. Odd rain? No, she'd never known it to rain like that before. Still, at least it wasn't freezing out; it was a little cold, though. Maybe she'd get ready to go find the Martha. That sounded like a great idea. She was not as distressed and disheartened as she had been the day before...until her eyes were completely opened.

Blinking a few times, she looked around, gasped in a breath, and then let out a scream. Though she was tiny, she was as loud as a normal woman in a state of panic. Her aura flashed several different colors, from sorrow blue, to embarrassment pink, to golden happiness, and finally settling upon enraged red. She shot up into the air, flying around the cell for a few moments, before she realized that there was, absolutely, no way out. She let out a few incoherent squeaks, trying to gather her thoughts, but no real stroke of genius was coming. She was mad, unbelievably mad, and she had no way to express it.

Impulsive, she noticed the sleeping man on another bench. Bold as brass, Tinker Bell flew over to him and stood on his chest, all five inches of her looking rather imposing. Her hands were on her hips, her blond hair slightly damp and stringy from the moisture in the room. She looked down at the water, which was not very high, and was not rising, not like the water when the tide came in at the Mermaid Lagoon in the Neverland.

"And what do you think you're on to?" she cried, poking the sleeping man. "This is the second time I've woken up somewhere unfortunate with a stranger! You're not the Martha. Who are you, and why am I in this inescapable room?" Her body provided faint illumination, casting a red glow about the walls of the small cell. "A cage, for one such as me, is one of the worst fates possible! Tell me, why have you brought me here?" Her big, blue eyes remained locked upon him, waiting for him to give her sufficient answer.

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tink_says
2009-05-14 11:20 pm UTC (link)

"How you were raised? I don't know what you're talking about. You like certain things because of somebody picking you up? That's odd. Is that something that they do in Japan?" Her head canted to the side, and she did her best to consider what he meant. How did somebody picking you up entitle you to something? She decided that it was a sort of strength test or something that had to do with weighing. She also decided that she would do her best, from now on, to not say that certain things were odd. It never occurred to her that being raised had anything to do with someone starting as a baby and growing up. That was a completely foreign concept. Fairies, after all, were born from the laughter of children, and they were born fully formed. After all, how would they make it back to the Neverland if they had to worry about being babies? She had never had any parents, nor had she any brothers or sisters. The only growing up that Tinker had ever done was mental, and she was still very young as far as that went.

When he mentioned that their calling and their knocking wasn't doing any good, she stopped. Her mouth closed, and she fell completely silent. She noticed that he looked somewhat defeated, and his sigh had not escaped her. The disappointment in his face was clear, and she felt somewhat bad.

Things seemed somewhat hopeless. They were trapped in a cell with no light, no windows, no way out. It was filling with water. They were unsure as to whether or not they would be fed. It was grim, she had to admit, and her light began to dim slightly. It remained only through her determination; she knew, after all, that they would not fare well if they were in a state of total darkness.

A moment later, the mood changed. Noticing that he perked up at the prospect of flying, she giggled and nodded. "Of course I can make you fly. I wouldn't say something like that just to make you smile. I like telling the truth. It tends to do better than giving people nothing more than empty promises. I can make you fly, Domeki, and it isn't even going to be that difficult. And I am going to get the process started, because I don't want to have to worry about you drowning until I have to worry about me drowning. It will definitely make things easier for the both of us."

Hovering over his head, Tink looked down at him. She shook her wings as hard and as fast as she could, hovering in place and flapping, and faint sparkles of dust began to fall downwards. The dust was the same color as her aura, a sharp white that illuminated the room. It clung to his hair and shoulders, giving him a sort of luminescent quality. After a few moments, she stopped and flew down, perching herself on his shoulder. From the amount of dust that she put her hand in she had to admit that she had done a mighty fine job. Already, the dust was starting to sink in.

"From here," she said, speaking softly and close to his ear, "you just need to think some happy thoughts. That's all it takes, really. Fairy dust and happy thoughts. Give it a shot, and you'll be flying before you know it."

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throughyoureye
2009-05-16 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Again, Domeki had failed to realize that the term 'being raised' was a sort of colloquialism and so he had a moment of confusion when she began to talk about being picked up. Understanding came quickly and he offered Bell a slightly awkward grin. "Ah, I'm sorry. I think I used the wrong term," he explained with a slight shake of his head. "What I meant was that how you were brought up by your family can shape you. If your parents read to you, then it can make you want to read. If your parents play music, you might end up liking music. If they spoil you and give you whatever you like, then you might grow up thinking that you can have whatever you want."

The cell fell quiet, aside from the dripping of the water and the low grinding the the walls. Domeki took a moment to flex the sting from his fingers and he struggled not to get discouraged by how hopeless the situation seemed. If they couldn't get out through the walls then he couldn't imagine how they could escape - and the idea that they would simply be set free after a certain period of time didn't seem all that likely. Really, as hope seemed to dim, he found that one of the few things which allowed him to even keep trying was that he couldn't bear to see Bell's light fade any further - he had already become too fond of the fairy to allow anything to happen to her.

Domeki watched in bemused bewilderment as Bell proceeded to cover him with a fine layer of luminescent dust but the thought that she could help him to fly kept him from making any comment, even as she proceeded to explain the process to him. He listened carefully as she spoke close against his ear and he closed his eyes as he began to envision his favorite memories - those of his lost parents and the quiet moments he had enjoyed with them, of learning under his grandfather, of having relaxed lunches with Kunogi and Watanuki, of drinking on long evenings with the witch.

These thoughts filled his mind with a quiet sort of joy and a near giddiness seemed to spread down through his body - from his head to his feet and then out through his limbs. This feeling soon settled with a feeling of almost weightlessness in his stomach and Domeki suddenly knew what the phrase 'walking on air' really meant.

When he opened his eyes, he gaped momentarily at the fact that his feet appeared to no longer be solidly on the floor. He turned his head this way and that as the walls slid past him on his journey upwards but the sensation of this borrowed flight was far too pleasant for him to even entertain the thought of odd fear.

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