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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 21:20:48 GMT -5
"Okay," she said softly, touching his cheek, grateful it was still flesh. "Just promise me you won't," she paused. "Never mind. I'll be right back." She gently kissed him, her eyes sparkling with hope. "Shouldn't be too hard to find the pair."
With that, she quickly turned on her heel and headed back to the dining hall, hoping to find the damn pixies.
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 21:25:15 GMT -5
With Christine gone, Sky attempted to clasp his hands together in his lap to await her return, but at the realization that he could barely curl his fingers, a frown marred his features. Lifting a hand up close to his face for inspection, Sky grimaced. So it wasn't just his leg, then. Fantastic. Just fantastic.
Sighing as he allowed his hand to fall back down uselessly onto his lap, Sky slumped further down against the wall. He always did have the worst of luck.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 21:28:32 GMT -5
Christine pulled her gown closer to her as she hurried through the throngs of party goers, her blue eyes seeking out the two winter pixies. Of all the times for them to pull a stunt, this wasn't one of them. Silently, she hoped she could find them before Sky turned completely.
And, oh, shit. Her eyes widened and she took several steps backwards before running back in the direction of Sky, a rather large mouse hot on her tail.
'And Sky said that mice were harmless,' she thought with bitter amusement.
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Post by Holly on Dec 9, 2006 21:45:59 GMT -5
Holly appeared and landed on Sky's shoulder. "Hello," she chirped, smoothing her long green winter's cloak. "Aren't you a fine looking nutcracker?"
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 23:06:56 GMT -5
At the sight of Holly, Sky quirked a brow at the innocent tone she carried in her voice. Keeping his own voice nonchalant, though, he then said, "Nutcracker, eh? Well that's pretty cute." Pausing for a moment, he then added coaxingly, "Okay, Holly, I'm glad that you've had your fun doing this to me - and don't try to deny it, I have learned from a very reliable source that you and Claus are responsible - but come on now, the joke's up. It's time to turn me back to normal, all right?"
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Post by Holly on Dec 9, 2006 23:09:30 GMT -5
Holly bit her lower lip. "Eensy problem. When Claus and I team up and cast that spell... well... it kinda follows the story..." she sheepishly admitted. "The spell kinda has to run it's course. Oh, and one more thing... Ah... I think I saw your girlfriend running from a rather large mouse."
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 23:19:10 GMT -5
His eyes narrowing slightly, Sky questioned slowly, "What do you mean by 'the spell has to run its course'?" Before Holly could answer, Sky then added in a horrified tone, although he already knew that what he would ask of her would be impossible, "Don't even tell me that you can't fix this right now. We've got to fix this, Holly." His voice rising, Sky exclaimed, "Don't you understand? I can't be a Nutcracker or whatever it is that you've turned me into! It just isn't right - for goodness sake, I barely know what the heck a nutcracker even is!"
Clamping his mouth shut suddenly, Sky closed his eyes for a brief moment before he began again, this time in a more collected voice, "Look, Hol, I'm afraid I'm going to have to talk to Ms. Faragonda. I don't want to get you and Claus in trouble, but . . . I can't stay like this. I'm sorry."
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Post by Holly on Dec 9, 2006 23:22:13 GMT -5
"Uh, did you even hear what I said about your girlfriend? You know, the one that has a fear of mice? Kinda being chased by mouse!" Holly oh so helpfully pointed out. "Now get up and kill you some mice."
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 23:27:58 GMT -5
Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Sky replied tightly, "Focus, Holly, please. Christine can take care of herself, all right? And she wouldn't want you to forget that either. She's a Specialist, after all, and that means that she can handle a silly mouse. Trust me, she's handled much more."
Although, Sky did have to wonder why there were random mice running around Alfea. But he didn't even want to think about it; he had a bad enough headache already.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 23:32:12 GMT -5
Christine paused to see where the mouse was. "Holy shit," she swore, walking backwards, and tripping over something on the floor. "Great. First giant mice, now mice with seven heads. Great. Can this night get any stranger?" she hissed to herself. : "Where's the damn nutcracker?" "I haven't the faintest idea," Christine said, whether or not she was lying was a matter of opinion.
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Post by Holly on Dec 9, 2006 23:35:28 GMT -5
Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Sky replied tightly, "Focus, Holly, please. Christine can take care of herself, all right? And she wouldn't want you to forget that either. She's a Specialist, after all, and that means that she can handle a silly mouse. Trust me, she's handled much more." Although, Sky did have to wonder why there were random mice running around Alfea. But he didn't even want to think about it; he had a bad enough headache already. "Okay, so she's fought mice the same size as her?" Holly asked, not missing a beat. "And I am focused. You're the one slacking, Nutcracker."
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 13:41:12 GMT -5
"What are you talking about?" Sky exclaimed, feeling his frustration again begin to well up in his chest. "Mice the same size as her? Are you insane? Did you have too much punch or something, Hol, because honestly, you're not making any sense." Pausing, he then added, "And for the record, I am not really a nutcracker. Even though you apparently turned my body into one, my mind is still very much mine, I'll have you know."
Wishing that he could bend his fingers so that he could squeeze the bridge of his nose, Sky settled instead for just squeezing his eyes shut. "And in case you didn't hear me before, Holly, I don't know what a nutcracker is or what exactly one does. I'm not Christine; I'm not from Earth and I don't know the story. And before you say that you aren't from Earth and yet you know a version of it, I'm afraid Eraklyon doesn't have a version of it. So there."
Wincing at his last words, which Sky imagined made him sound very much like a five year old child, he then clamped his mouth firmly shut. For goodness sake, could this night get any weirder?
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 10, 2006 14:16:46 GMT -5
: "I won't ask again, girl. Where's the nutcracker?" "And I told you already, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about!" Christine said, dodging the sword the mouse carried. Okay, this was decidedly not her idea of fun - at all. Sky so owed her.
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Post by Holly on Dec 10, 2006 14:38:23 GMT -5
"What are you talking about?" Sky exclaimed, feeling his frustration again begin to well up in his chest. "Mice the same size as her? Are you insane? Did you have too much punch or something, Hol, because honestly, you're not making any sense." Pausing, he then added, "And for the record, I am not really a nutcracker. Even though you apparently turned my body into one, my mind is still very much mine, I'll have you know." Wishing that he could bend his fingers so that he could squeeze the bridge of his nose, Sky settled instead for just squeezing his eyes shut. "And in case you didn't hear me before, Holly, I don't know what a nutcracker is or what exactly one does. I'm not Christine; I'm not from Earth and I don't know the story. And before you say that you aren't from Earth and yet you know a version of it, I'm afraid Eraklyon doesn't have a version of it. So there." Wincing at his last words, which Sky imagined made him sound very much like a five year old child, he then clamped his mouth firmly shut. For goodness sake, could this night get any weirder? "Okay, let's start with the obvious. Nutcrackers normally just crack nuts. Hence, nutcrackers. Then there are the magic nutcrackers who tend to be cursed princes and that ilk who have to kill the king of mice and have someone love them before they become human again. In this case, guess what? You're the kind that has to kill the king of mice in order to become human because you already have a girl that loves you very much," Holly said, growing exasperated. "As for the mice," Holly said, glancing over. "Oh, that would be one of them right now," she said, pointing over to a mouse with a sword. "Now get up off the ground and kill it, hero boy."
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 15:03:20 GMT -5
Staring at the mouse Holly was pointing at, Sky was suddenly struck by the utter ridiculousness of the situation. Honestly. Mice with swords? Re-enacting a fairytale? It was almost enough to make him burst into laughter had he not still been irritated with what Claus and Holly's little prank had roped him into.
Still, if going along with the story was the only way to get himself back to normal, Sky thought with a mental groan, he supposed that was what he would have to do. Clumsily rising to his feet, his body still not used to his new form, Sky pulled his sword from its sheath and grimaced when his wooden fingers creaked as he finally managed to bend them. The mouse with the sword seemed not to have noticed him yet and mentally shaking his head once more at how twisted this night had become, Sky crept over to it, raised his own sword, and slew it. Fortunately, it seemed that the mouse wasn't made of actual flesh and bone but of magic and when he killed it, instead of falling to the ground in a bloody mess, it simply vanished.
Turning to Holly, Sky returned his sword to its sheath as he said dryly, "One down. How many more to go?"
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