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Post by Sky on Dec 7, 2006 23:37:49 GMT -5
Regaining his control over his voice, although it was a rather difficult task considering the look of sheer panic that was currently spreading over Christine's face, Sky answered calmly, "All right, let's try to be reasonable. So the bottle lied and it turns out the stuff is a little more permanent than I thought; no big deal. I'll just make a run to the restroom later to give my face a good scrub and I'm sure it'll be fine. Let's not spoil our night now by freaking out over something that probably isn't anything. Okay?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 9:13:13 GMT -5
"And there are also seasonal pixies who are hovering above your head, laughing themselves sick," Christine gestured to the duo dressed in winter clothing. "But all right, we're worry about it later." She wasn't happy with the idea, but if Sky thought it was best to wait, then they would.
Still, there was that whole stumbling thing that still concerned her, and the makeup that would not smear. Perhaps it was nothing, but somehow, it still felt... wrong. Un-natural.
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 9:18:53 GMT -5
"Well, pixies are happy creatures in general," Sky said with a grin. "It shouldn't come as a surprise that they're having a good time. And if it seems like they're having an especially good time," at this Sky chuckled at the ridiculous thought of drunk pixies, "it's probably because they had a little too much punch. My guess is that by now someone has spiked it. Probably one of the guys. Most of them always think these kinds of functions need to be 'livened up' or whatever."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 9:23:21 GMT -5
"I suppose," she conceded, leaning up to kiss him. "But since the punch must apparently be spiked, I suggest we avoid it, otherwise we might end up doing something terribly scandalous," she added with a soft giggle.
Although, drinking spiked punch might steady a few frayed nerves. But on the other hand, it might cause her to seriously think about such silly things - say for instance, Sky slowly becoming a nutcracker. Sheer idiocy. Real people don't become nutcrackers.
And yet...
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 9:41:28 GMT -5
"And we couldn't have that," Sky said with a grin, even though his tone was vaguely serious. "What would my mother say?" With a wry smile, he then added, the humor returning to his voice, "Although, my mother being the clever woman that she is would know exactly how to run damage control. She'd probably turn this all around on Alfea to make it look like the faculty was at fault for not closely supervising the students' activities."
Although his mother was insufferable at times, Sky had to admit, she knew how to get a person out of hot water like no one else if she so deemed to do so. The only problem was, Sky suspected that she enjoyed watching people - well, people that weren't part of her family and close friends - crash and burn just a little too much.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 9:45:40 GMT -5
Christine gave a soft laugh. "You're probably right, as usual," she couldn't help but tack on the "as usual". Nine times out of ten, Sky was right. The one time, she decided, was his idea to keep the relationship a secret.
Of course, she didn't help matters too much - what with the one incident where she had left her wedding magazines out. Talk about hasty explanations about trying to plan her uncle's second wedding. Somehow, she had this feeling that Sky didn't quite buy it.
And, oh, gods, that was her foot.
She just gave Sky a small pained look. "Ow."
Okay, that hurt. And... it felt like Sky had suddenly gained quite a deal of weight, at least just in that leg.
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 20:24:40 GMT -5
His sudden clumsiness making him wary - after all, as a hero-in-training, one of the things he most prided himself on was his agility - Sky struggled to keep his concern from showing up on his face. However, the lack of feeling, the lack of even numbness, that he was currently experiencing in his leg was enough to create a large knot it the pit of his stomach.
Especially when Christine's earlier words about laughing pixies kept ringing in his ears. Certainly they wouldn't pull some kind of trick on him...would they?
As his leg began to grow even more cumbersome to him, to the point that keeping up the pretense of being perfectly fine was such a joke, Sky shot Christine an apologetic look before he dropped his arms from around her body. "I...uh...I think I'm going to make a run to the men's room. I'll be back."
Hobbling away from her at as quick of a pace as he could manage, which was rather difficult considering that he had to drag his leg, Sky managed to make it out into the hallway before he had to take a break. Sliding down against the wall, Sky stared down at his leg before he tentatively pulled the hem of his pants up.
The sight that greeted him was enough to make his jaw drop in horror.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 20:30:17 GMT -5
Concern made her follow Sky out. That and she had to get away from those laughing pixies. Something about this night was bugging her. Wait, what did Belle, her pixie tell her? Closing her eyes tightly, she gritted her teeth as she counted to thirteen in Latin.
"Sky?" she called, seeing him leaning against the wall. She quickened her pace and made her way over. "You okay?"
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 20:37:12 GMT -5
Startled out of his shock by the sound of someone's voice, Sky looked up at Christine blankly for a long moment, almost as though he didn't recognize her, before he shook his head to clear the fog from his mind. After a moment's struggle to find words, Sky finally managed to say slowly as he jabbed at his leg, his now wooden leg, "No. No, I'm pretty certain that I'm not okay."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 20:41:00 GMT -5
"And, I quite clearly remember you telling me, oh, it's nothing to worry about," she noted, trying not to feel so exasperated. Honestly, some days she wondered... She knelt down and lifted the hem of his pant's leg to see what was wrong. She tapped Sky's leg once, surprised to hear the sound of solid wood.
"Okay, that's decidedly not a good thing," she said, brushing her bangs off her forehead. "Okay, so you have an entirely wooden leg. Things can't get any worse, can they?"
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 20:49:27 GMT -5
At her sigh of exasperation, Sky shot her a look that clearly said not now. Sky rarely got even mildly irritated with anyone, let alone Christine, but at that moment with his nerves on edge, he was ready to snap at anyone and everyone.
Somehow managing to restrain the urge to send her a withering look at her unnecessary mention that whatever it was that had happened to his leg was 'decidedly not a good thing,' Sky clamped his lips firmly together. The last thing he needed to hear at that moment was what he already could see - somehow it added insult to injury even more than a 'told you so' would - but he also vaguely registered in the rational part of his mind that snapping at Christine would accomplish nothing.
Instead, Sky chose to close his eyes as he leaned his head against the wall and said, "What do you think? This the work of the pixies? Because, if so, I pity them. They're going to be in a heck of a lot of trouble with Faragonda when she finds out they're running around stirring up trouble."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 20:55:03 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, you're right, and I figured out who they are. I was chatting with Belle the other night. That was Holly and Claus, the infamous winter pixies who have an unhealthy love for the Nutcracker," Christine said, standing up slowly.
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him. "We'll figure out how to undo this, I promise," she said quietly, brushing her hand against his cheek.
"Maybe it'll be something easy to break. Right?"
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 21:02:06 GMT -5
Shooting her a wry smile, his temper having dissipated when he realized that the perpetrators were indeed the pixies and not something more serious, Sky cracked his eyes open slightly as he replied, "Why don't you just go find Holly and Claus and the four of us can have a little chat? If they did this to me, then certainly they can undo it. And if they can't, or if they refuse, then I guess we'll have to rope Faragonda into things. Surely she'll know what to do." A look of regret flitting over his features, Sky added, "I'd hate to have to get them in trouble - even if they do deserve it, but there's no way that I'm going to stay like this. Just no way."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 9, 2006 21:07:53 GMT -5
Christine leaned up and kissed him. "Okay, I'll go find them," she said softly before freezing suddenly. "Did you hear something?" she asked, her eyes glancing about the hallway. "Thought I heard," she paused to make a small face, "mice. Eehh," she said, shuddering. "Did I mention I'm an utter female and have a severe loathing for mice?"
She paused, thinking about something. "Are you sure you want me to leave you to go find them or would you rather I stay with you?"
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Post by Sky on Dec 9, 2006 21:16:39 GMT -5
Lifting his brows, Sky chuckled despite his current state. "You? Afraid of mice? Ridiculous. What's there to be feared about them? They're practically the most harmless creatures in existence."
Again closing his eyes and resting his head against the cool wall, Sky then smiled as he assured her, his nerves relaxing as the knowledge of what exactly had happened to him - well, almost exactly - provided him peace of mind, "Go on. I'll be fine. The sooner you go, the sooner you can find them and the sooner I'll be able to be back inside there dancing with you again. It's a win-win situation."
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