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For a long, terrible moment, Tinker Bell was certain her light had gone out.
Fairies, however, weren't supposed to have an afterlife - well, she'd certainly never heard of one, and if she had, she'd probably discarded it as useless information since nobody seemed to die in Neverland. She'd never spared a thought to her demise... well, she hardly had the room in her tiny body to ponder such huge concepts as that, let alone come to a concise thought!
No, at the moment, the only thing that made her shiver and twitch in the compressing darkness was fear. She didn't pause to wonder how she could possibly be moving if she were, in fact, dead; the thought didn't even cross her mind. Rather, the cold and the terror tightened its grasp as she shut her eyes, wincing. Just moments ago she'd been in Neverland, and it had started getting dark, and then those awful things that Sora was so good at getting rid of appeared, and then she'd gone to warn Peter, and then... and then...?
And then nothing. She couldn't remember.
However, that hardly mattered when the darkness spat her back out again. Light - not just her own - welcomed her as the tiny fairy zoomed unceremoniously out of a dark portal that had momentarily appeared in front of the gruff card warriors and their captives. In fact, she hit one of them square in the chest - which hurt. Dazed, blinking, uttering a bemused chime, Tink plummeted to the ground from the force of it... but her eyes widened when she saw the unforgiving surface near her, and managed to kickstart her wings to flutter back up and take a good look at what had happened.
But she wasn't offered the chance. A large hand came out of nowhere and grasped her tiny body roughly in its fist, crumpling her wings (though pixie dust would fix that up as soon as she was free of the grip) and shaking her up a bit. Alarmed, Tink let out a stream of shock that could only be interpreted as bells to the current audience.
"What's this?" the big, flat card guy said as he shook her up. "Speak!"
Fear quickly turned to irritation as Tink eyed the guy and spat out "I can't speak you dolt." Of course, it came out as tinkling bells - but the guard was unimpressed.
"Put it with the other!" he roared - sounding obnoxiously loud to Tink's tiny ears - and suddenly flung her - threw her! - back to a silver-haired man that didn't seem to belong with these ruffians. She hit him squarely in the chest - another harsh blow - and it was just too much for the moment.
Dizzy, aching and confused, Tink crumpled, and dropped like a rock once more, the ground speeding up to meet her.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Aug 26, 2012 12:36:30 GMT -4
“What?” The Mouse whispered back after her ears flattened back against her head. She was uncertain and instinctively became nervous. There was HARDLY EVER probably close to NEVER for years Wonderland had a noticeable visitor, according to her knowledge. It only made her curious about him, and he answered her unspoken question. Round ears perked up with a twitch.
Pulse..
She never heard a place like that. It made her think of a heartbeat, which only made his upbringing more peculiar and interesting. Perhaps this could end up saving him if he tells the Queen that he’s a foreigner; then again she wouldn’t put anything past the Red Lady. She doubted her sense of justice and speculation was anywhere near the road of good moral.
“So, so ‘ow did you get here from from Pulse to Wonderland?” Her tail curled with her curiosity, while she restrained herself from getting close to his face. Her eyes grew wider as he started, but she scrunched back in his shirt feeling a push from behind. The ears flattened at the voice of the cards along with a growing frown. If they were surrounded, she would claim his eye with Needle.
Looking around as if she can see through his shirt, Mally inched up to peak out for a moment to see where they were. Her ears tucked back noticing the castle; she swallowed hard, “Well…Hope from Pulse, I’m sorry you ever got dragged into this. You are…unfortunately welcomed…to Wonderland…or better yet Under-“
“What the deuce is going on?” She focus shifted once hearing more grumbling from a card soldier up ahead. Her furry face scrunched up; her nose twitched; her ears turn, “Sounds like we’ll be havin’ comp’ny.”
She crouched back down expecting them to walk their kindred in captivity. Instead she saw a big glow of light, which was practically her size, hurtling through the air, “Oy don’t tell me it’s them elementals…”
But Mallymkun crossed that off her speculation; the cards couldn’t handle let alone capture one of those. They were rudely bundles of magical elements produced from the distilled last bits of Wonderland before the Queen had taken over with the black plague. But this glow of light was immensely smaller than the other Elementals. From the collar of his shirt, she watched it hit Hope before plummeting down. Maybe it was a lit’le bug.
Hope could sense Mally's shift in her attitude. The mouse was so spunky before, very demanding and brave. But, once he came clean, she shrunk away -- literally, with her little claws pinching lower on his neck. Maybe it was a bad thing, not being from here; should he have lied? Told her that he was from the White Queen's castle? What felt like centuries of worrying lasted for a few moments, as the mouse had perked up again. As she questioned him, Hope had no concerns as to what was "classified information." In order for them to wrok together to get out of here, they needed to trust each other. This must be where to start, right?
"Well," he whispered, sure to keep out of earshot from the guards. "i flew here, in a gummi ship, i think it was called. A moogle helped me construct it, so when Pulse started dying, I escaped." That was the simple explanation. Of course, he would have given the complex one, but Mally with her accent and sentences that ran together, well, he wanted to keep it short as to avoid more inaudible questions.
"Well, we get into what we get into, right?" he asked, almost grinning. His voice was soft, and a tiny laugh rose out of his chest as he silently compared himself to Snow, the trouble magnet. "I should apologize to you. If I weren't here, you could have easily camouflaged in the brush." A small knot twisted his stomach around, and the nonexistent grin fell to a frown.
"What on--" voice trailing, Hope watched as a little ball of light flickered in their direction, soaring a few feet from the ground. It was like nothing he'd ever seen, rather mystical looking. If only he could touch it...or it could touch him. Time had kept him from dodging the little orb, or so he thought it was. The thing might have weighed a pound or two at the most as it slammed into his chest, dropping to the ground like a hot rock.
He stopped, raising alarm among the troops around him. A growl here, grumble there, but nothing too significant, nothing to get him beat again. Hope scooped it up as it tinkled and chimed like a miniscule windchime. Apparently the little fairy had bothered one of the escorts. Hope frowned, his grasp gentle as he opened his palms for her to sit -- or stand -- or her own. "How...incredible." he whispered, awestrucken. Hope slowly started up again to continue the journey.
"Ever seen anything like this?" His head swivelled to align his ear with Mally for her input, yet his eyes remained glued to the fairy. Never had he seen something like this, nor even heard about it outside of a fairy tale or two. Hope smiled.
Tinker Bell hit the hard earth at a high speed, ending on a limp flop after she'd been buoyed back into the air again. Everything started spinning, and she put a hand to her forehead, squinting against the blur of colors that made her so dizzy.
For her tiny size, every moment was magnified - so the fall through darkness and being thrown about all seemed quite huge and unhappy to the little pixie. Her body ached, and she let out a weak chime as she laid upon the grass, confused, upset and in pain.
So when a pair of big hands came out of nowhere, she could only really blink blearily at them before they scooped her up, just like that. However, they felt nothing like the weird flat guy's hand had moments before, when he had seized her tiny body in his fist; these hands were gentle, giving her room to at least try and push herself to a kneeling position.
Tink knew all about hands, being handheld size herself. So this new development wasn't entirely alarming; in fact, it was sort of nice to not be on the hard ground, but rather against the warmth of soft touch (though her body pulsated even warmer still, as a combination of her own body heat and pixie dust and internal light made the fairy a bit higher in temperature than average humans).
She heard a voice quite close to her speak - though in softer tones than the voice that had shouted before. Blinking and rubbing her eyes - still on her knees - Tink attempted to get a gander of where she was at now, and whose hands these were anyways. The world finally stopped dancing about and held properly still long enough for her to see the kind face of the silver-haired man she'd been tossed at.
His hands didn't match his face, and for a moment she was confused - until she realized he was probably wearing gloves. She examined the fabric for a moment until her tiny, bright blue eyes found his blue-gray, and she openly stared at him, mirroring his own shock and wonderment.
However, the moment passed quickly; the bodily pain that still made her limbs throb caused the temperamental pixie to scowl and rub the sore body parts. "Ugly brute," she muttered to herself in fairy-tongue about the idiot what had manhandled her, her lips unmoving as the rest of the group could only decipher the language as a particularly irate chime. As a result of her being preoccupied with herself - which, to be honest, was often the case - she missed her silver-haired savior's exchange with the tiny bulge chilling out in his shirt.
Tink soon glanced back up at him again, though - just in time to catch a smile. For a moment, her irritation melted away into gratitude - "Thanks for not leaving me there," she tingled lightly - and she offered him the littlest human smile he'd probably ever seen.
Well, as nice as he'd been, it was time to go and find Peter - as was her plan from the start. Experimentally, she fluttered her wings - and grimaced and let out a sharp chink of pain. The pixie dust was still mending the things - and plus, her back hurt. In fact, she had a whole list of complaints that she could probably monologue on and on about (as everyone who knew the fairy well could say she loved to complain) but they would fall on deaf ears - almost literally.
She supposed there was no harm in staying here for a while... besides, the creepy card dudes were shooting her and the silver-haired guy suspicious and dark looks, and they seemed very unfriendly. She stuck her tongue out at one, making an annoyed face at him, and childishly folded her arms, and he hefted his weapon menacingly in response. Yeah, maybe it was best to stay put, until she was in good enough condition to fly.
Tink moved from the kneeling position - her legs were starting to cramp up - and sat Indian-style, peeping at the softer man in her peripheral vision. She wasn't gonna lie to herself, he kind of held her interest as well.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Aug 29, 2012 20:44:56 GMT -4
Gummships and moogles were mysterious things to Mally, but sounded very intriguing. Her large eyes couldn't get any bigger with the twist of her ears listening to every word. How could something jiggly like jam fly, and what's a moogle? Then her ears dropped not liking the sound of a dying world. People and Animals alike were fearful of death; death on the grand scheme of a world must be even more terrifying. It would take a lot of hookah from the Caterpillar to soothe the little Rodent if such fate came here. In that case, it was bitter sweet for him to come here; he gets to live another, but finds refuge on a world at a brink of a war. Still he was something else; she'd gave him credit for his light-hearted nature even now.
Yet it seems since the Red Queen reign more odd things are appearing in Wonderland from lads from foreign worlds and...a small person emitting a soft light. When Hope bend down to scoop her up, "becareful it looks like a dainty little thing."
Curious now, Mally pocked her head out from her security; her furs and ears slightly glazed Hope's chin. Her rounds ears turned towards the little fairy, while the petite sprite reflected in her amazed eyes. "No, I never seen anything like her..."
Aye, she...speaks, her ears twitched at the jingling twinkles of her speech. Mally looked up towards Hope with a gentle whisper.
"Aye she's happy now. No one wants to be left here on the floor after bein tossed like that," she turned back to the little fey with a small grin,"Well I have no idea where you're from, but you're in Wonderland...not the most of gentle places I can tell you that."
Tink was already learning that; the mouse noticed her wince, and her acute vision zoomed in on her wing. With a gulp, she chewed on her lips wondering what to do about it. She was a petite warrioress not a healer," Oy, she's hurt. Hopefully her wings are like butterflies...once damaged they're done for. Aye, you think you can help. All I got tis Needle, and I doubt bein poked with a Needle will help much."
She watched and observed the fairy sit on Hope's gloved hands. For one who just got tossed, she had a lot of spunk and spice to her, which was enough for Mally to like her. She wouldn't put it pass the firefly to be good with her own needle.
Ears straining to listen to the quiet voice of the mouse, Hope continued to inspect the fairy. It was as if she were a full-grown adult shrunken down to the size of an action figure. Though instead of picking her up and turning her, he simply looked on from the same angle -- she didn't seem to like be manhandled. Hell, Hope couldn't blame her, not one bit. But he wanted to learn about her! Fighting his obsessive urges, Hope continued to walk as if he were holding an unexploded, unstable bomb. Keeping light on his feet as to ensure that she wasn't experiencing any "turbulence," Hope was relieved when she seemed to be happy. After all, nobody deserved to be treated like animals.
Yet, here he was, being herded to some unknown place like cattle.
"Well, maybe she'll be able to help us, later." he wondered, careful to keep his voice to a minimum.
As Mally pointed out the injury, Hope nodded slightly. Seriously, he probably looked like a freak, talking to himself and holding a fairy in his hands. Somehow he wasn't surprised -- he'd been "talking to himself and holding a fairy in his hands" for ten years now, there was always something wrong with his life. Regardless, he noticed the small wound in the fairy's wing, and once again, nodded.
"I should be able to fix it, but now isn't the best time." Having been a gifted Medic for quite awhile now, Hope could probably fix that thing with ease. But, with the guards around, there was no chance. Besides, he didn't want to have any reason to be beaten again.
That was the last of conversation for awhile. Silence hung over the group as they walked for a few more miles. After about 20 minutes of marching, Hope began to wince with each step -- apparently he'd been injured in the crash. A limp was obvious, but he was doing his best to hide it. Making it to the "Queen" was their best shot, and if he couldn't physically make it, well, they might be screwed.
There it was. Just a little while longer before they reached the castle, which had really crept up on them in a short amount of time. Hope continued on.
"So, what's the game plan?" he asked his collar.
OOC: Sorry about the quality and timeliness. If only you knew the week I've had.
Tink watched the silver-haired guy with open curiosity, almost meeting his inquisitive gaze with a hint of defiance. She wasn't some bauble to be gawked at, a pretty ornament, all right. She was a person, really, with a certain depth that animals would have a hard time replicating. She liked the attention, sure, but it was suspiciously nearing an investigation, one her worn out little body didn't like being put under.
When she heard another one speaking, she snapped her head around, peering at the irate guards - but it seemed to be coming from closer to her, a little whispered voice...
A chime of shock spouted from her when she saw the tiny little mouse at the guy's collar, whispering to him instructions and whatnot. At one point, it turned to her and spoke to her! Now, that wasn't necessarily surprising, truth be told - Neverland was full of interesting things that spoke as well - but apparently she was in... Wonderland?
Briefly, Tink wondered if she'd ever been there before - sifting through her memories of traveling with Sora - but feeble glimpses of other worlds from her short time being summoned hadn't sat well in her tiny brain, and a place like this was not anywhere in her small memory.
She wanted to flutter over to the little mouse, to get closer to the conversation - but an experimental shift of her wings caused her to wince. Ouch, she chimed feebly, feeling drained. Her pixie dust was working, that's for sure, but she'd been in more pain that she'd thought; the dust acted as an anesthetic, masking the feeling of having a hole punched through her wing. Slowly but surely it was mending, but it was taking a lot out of the tiny pixie.
The silence for a long period of time didn't bother her so much; she was feeling a little bit drowsy and lightheaded, anyways, and was content to sit upon the palm that moved smoothly through the air (and she was quite glad of the not-so-rocky movement). A castle loomed over them, and she blinked blearily at it, her senses struggling to come back into awareness after an intense healing session.
Where are we? she wondered, a lilting bell emitting from her tiny person.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 9, 2012 15:37:50 GMT -4
"The game plan,” her brows rose with curiosity at his question, "Well isn't it obvious? We lay low, don't cause a ruckus, live another day, and we can try to make for an escape by nightfall or at least at the opportune moment. Honestly the shorter we stay here the better. Don't want them remembering your face to hunt down."
Mally slowly shrank back in Hope's shirt as they crossed a wretched mote. The water was overly polluted, and it was enough to make the poor mouse gag. Although she was rugged mouse, she wasn't going to be un-lady like to vomit on the man within in his clothes. That was the warning for Hope as well as foreboding dread; heads floated in that whimsical river that wrapped around Royal Flush. Anyone who crossed the Queen the wrong way or made her loose her temper would be next amongst them. In the distance, there was a glint of gold; even the King of Hearts was protected from her rage.
Before they crossed the bridge over the rive of death, she heard a little jingle from below from the fairy, "Welcome to Royal Flush the lair of the Bloody Red Queen.”
“Wha'ever you do, do NOT make the Queen angry. She gots a bloody temper that she does, and she won't hesitate to watch you lose yer head; fortunately a wicked woman like that is hardly loved," many would love to see her fall, but there wasn't a mass number to push her over. The queen was the most powerful piece, yet even she had a stronger piece in her hand as an active body guard. The gate risen with a loud command and before them more armored cards marched about.
"You might as well warn the little twinkler as well. Even if she's small, I doubt the Queen would have patience for her." The sounds of trotting caught the mouse's attention; peaking her head out, she saw a tall dark sleek armor clamored man on top of a bulk black war horse. His hair was wavy and black like oil and coal framing his narrow face. His eye was just as cold. The other was crafty hidden since it was missing by a heart shaped patched, but people could still see some of the damage peeping from the modest shield. Being a man of war, he was decorated with scars and imperfection including a crooked nose.
"Aaw," the Knave sighed at the sight of captive with a satisfied smile with a twist of his lips, "I see you have caught our assassin."
His voice dropped as he came closer to observe the potential murderer, and his brows frowned not recalling this boy in court. He snorted in disgust at the implications, "I see that Mirana's pacifist nature didn't spread to everyone in her court. I'm sure the Red Queen would love to send her sister the head of a servant boy. Naturally I would find you guilty for attempt of murder on the Queen's head, but as I am not the Queen it is not my call. But mark my word I will gladly persuade her for a swift execution."
The Knave tugged the reigns for his horse to back up, then equine spoke up next, "Present them to the Queen."
The trio were pushed and shoved into the walls. The roads were smooth paved with dirt rimmed with fresh green lawn and bushes that were finely cut to replicate the bust of the Red Lady or heart shaped bushes of her favorite red roses. Fortunately known were dripping with fresh red paint to cause an uproar. There were walls separating the main entrance from festivities the court would indulge in like the infamous game of croquet played with hedgehogs and flamingos. As they drew closer to the castle, they could see how distinctive the court of Royal Flush really was.
They were made of the oddest of people dressed in their Victorian red tone clothes. Literally all of them had a distortion about them, an oversize forehead, a large nose, a pair of oversize ears, an oversize bust, hips, or posteriors, a ghastly double chin, and so on. It looked like a band of misfits with their imperfections announced to the world. The oddity of odd proportions excelled when they were taken into the castle.
For how slowly they'd been walking, time passed pretty quickly. I guess that's the way life worked; those last five minutes to finish the test go by pretty quickly. Hope, keeping an ear to the ground and his eyes sharp, took the advice of his rodent acquaintance with pleasure. Swiftly, he pressed a free index finger to his lips to tell the fairy to keep her mouth shut, and began to analyze the situation, picking out escape routes, planning speeches, things of the like. It would be better to go in prepared for escape, though Hope was comfortable tossing his life into the hands of Mally.
At least, he was until the knave actually arrived. His words, his soft yet cruel tongue intimidated Hope, and by the sound of his painful words, the Queen was going to be no walk in the park. Of course, Hope knew that coming in, but the fear was setting in. Perhaps he would have to lead his own escape. As all of these thoughts and fears and regrets ran through his mind, Hope was careful to keep his attention focused on the commanding officer. Never once did his lips even move -- not to talk, not to smile, not to breathe. His well-being, for the time being, was entirely dependent on his good behavior as to avoid the so-called crime he committed. What murder? Assassin? And who was Mirana?
Now that he thought about it, why exactly was he being chased in the first place?
They were walking again, but the sanctity of the air conditioned palace seemed welcoming enough, despite the current predicament. His right hand, still cupped out in front of him, tired slightly during his pursuit of the knave. As much as he wanted to feel bad for himself, Hope had to feel bad for her as well -- she deserved absolutely none of this. Then again, neither did he. And neither did Mally. Right?
"Be good." he whispered to the fairy, though it was directed at the mouse as well. In front of them were large, oak doors, each decorated with intricate carvings. The structure itself was old, but well-kept. Two card soldiers opened the doors, and the knave led them in.
In front of Hope was a long runway down to the throne itself, atop which sat a fat, glorious woman. The carpet below him was the deepest scarlet he could imagine, as if it were stained with the blood of her victims. Hearts decorated nearly everything, which seemed to be another irony, considering the woman in charge lacked one herself. Hope gulped down his fear as a lump arose in his throat and his stomach fell into his feet. With each step he felt the razor sharp blade of a guillotine pushing harder and harder onto his neck. He swallowed again.
A horrible stench flooded the tiny fairy's poor senses. Tink choked, her hands snapping up to clasp her nose and mouth in an attempt to block the stink out. The yellowish tinge of her usual light turned a sickly green for the moment as she attempted to keep her latest meal down her throat (which had included honeysuckle honey and a single strawberry). Her light had always been very telling to whatever emotion was bogging her down at the time, and this was no exception; she tried not to breathe as they passed the disgusting moat underneath them.
When they could all finally breathe normally again, the little mouse and its - her? - whispery voice carried over to Tink. The fairy got the gist that the mouse was answering her question, though it hadn't entirely been "spoken;" perhaps an introduction to the place was warranted, as there was an indefensible "newness" to Tink that stood out a mile (and her silver-haired savior, not that she'd be observant enough to take notice). She was tempted to zone out - still a bit drowsy - but common sense told her that information was needed, and may depend upon survival. So, with reluctance, Tink took in the mouse's words (urk, the lack of knowing their names was so irritating) though did not pause to ponder them, her small attention span wandering off again.
Though she did not have the chance to mind-wander far; a new person made themselves known in their midst, and as she peeked over the crook of the young man's slightly curved fingers and blinked up at the newcomer, she felt a definite chill emanating from him. The words he spoke were disconcerting as well, and Tink shot a sharp glance behind at her savior; was he really part of a plot to murder a Queen?
Of politics and royalty, of peasants and formalities, of crowns and treason and refined manners and adult things Tink knew little - but murder was a concern no matter who you were. Still, she didn't think someone who'd saved her in one second could kill someone in another, so she settled the blame on the rude and blunt Knave that had dared to offend her senses. Also he mentioned "execution" and that was a form of murder as well. Everything was getting so dark and, well, morbid, and she wasn't really fond of this turn of events, and her restless attention span stayed put this time as she allowed the fear to sink in - blotting out all other feelings.
She wanted to flit up and clock the Knave that had made her feel this way, but something told her this wouldn't be a good idea - perhaps it was her lingering disorientation, or maybe her new friend's whisper of "Be good." So - shivering and huddled in the warm, gloved hand - Tink wrapped her arms around one of his fingers and poked her head just over the top of it, staring with nerves as they neared something foreboding.
The spunky fairy didn't feel so spunky at the moment, or brave. Peter's conspicuous absence was getting to her, and all these new colors and sounds and big people were confusing and rattling her. So, despite her desire to fly away, she clung to the only thing that was keeping her tethered to... perhaps not the ground, but something far more stable than thin air.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Oct 7, 2012 13:23:02 GMT -4
"STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYNE!" A voice rang from the Audience Chamber towards the entrance. With a disgruntled sight, the oily black haired Knave descended from his house upon the castle doors. The heart shaped eye patched twitched with a subtle annoyance as he strolled with high dignity towards his Queen; his leather gloved hands beckoned the cards to bring on the captives. Walking down a long red carpet, her turned towards the right to be met by a pair of open large double doors with a card soldier standing at their posts on each side.
"Your Majesty," he started, but was quickly cut off.
"Where have you been Stayne darling? We were going to start a game of croquet, and I will not go without the company of my Knave." The fluttering words came from a sweetheart painted lips and a powdered sweet heart face of the Queen of Hearts. Her head was abnormally big, an attribute no one was to make mockery off without loosing their own. Her hair was bound up to complete her heart motif. Like a lady she was fully made up, her plucker her brows so many times that they were non-existent except a thin line of a pencil. Her lids were caked with a bright blue, a stark contrast to all the red and gold she wore.
"Y-your Majesty, wouldn't it be too haste for a game after an attempt of your life...speaking of which," he sided stepped revealing a silver haired male, who instantly caught the Queen's attention with a fine arch of her brows.
"Proceed."
"He's been found in the Lotus heading for the Tugley, and since he was running, the cards caught him to bring him in for questioning. Only if you see it fight, your majesty." The Knave resisted from revealing any essence of a smile, while he watched the Queen's lips pursed together in contemplation.
"What is your name boy?"
(Sorry it's short, but just trying to move things)
He gulped. Hard. The sound of the screeching harpie's voice was unsettling, and the site of her even more so. Hope could feel his heart beat increasing, and, felt the tiny faerie tremble and shake -- his hands were a bit jumpy, too. No, no fear. he tried convincing himself as he recalled a study about fear and life-or-death situations. Fear was the independent variable, fear was conducive of lashing out by the enemy, manipulation, execution...fear was bad. No fear.
Hopefully, Mally and the faerie were under the same impression. Hope took in a deep breath, his emerald eyes flickering between the knave's crusty eyepatch and the queen's repulsive figure as her voice shook the entire castle. The vain, self-centered topic of conversation was nothing short of expected, though the idea of actually moving on her part was scary -- hell, Hope was surprised she could keep that airhead raised just sitting there. Carefully, he stepped forward per request, sure to keep Mally hidden. His eyes fell down to the faerie, but raised once again as she spoke again, though this time she was talking to him. "Hope Estheim." he mewed, artificially ensuring the level tone in his voice. For a moment, Hope considered giving a fake identity, but, out of nervousness and the inability to even think of another name, he was forced to give his own.
Oh no, he thought, panicked. What else could he say? Perhaps it was time to make a break for it? No, that was stupid, so stupid. Maybe compliment her? Or try and clear things up? Tell the truth? Hope was experiencing an overload, and out of sheer human panic, he blurted "Your castle is absolutely enchanting, by the way."
Damn. That's okay, play it cool. Just don't make the Queen angry. he repeated to himself, feeling a slight movement in his collar, though it was nothing noticeable. Again, his eyes fell to the faerie and didn't dare arise once more before the Queen took his head right off his shoulders.
OOC: Sorry this is short too, just trying to move them along as well. I have such a lack for Hope muse that its unbearable, which is why my writing is choppier and weirder than usual... Oh, and by the way, I'm assuming this is the parallel to the newest movie, not so much to the way things were in the games? Because I'm not sure whether I should be picturing the fat cartoon or Helena Bonham Carter, lmfao xD
The tiny pixie's arms were still wrapped tightly around one of her new friend's fingers, her head poking over the tip in order to gauge the situation around her. Unfortunately, she wasn't very good at "gauging" anything; her rather poor sense of observation coupled with her judgmental personality made for a mix that could be quite dangerous if she did something out of turn. Fortunately, that was unlikely, as she was often too tiny to be considered much more than a nuisance.
Still, though she wasn't quite aware of it, being annoying in present company would be enough to get her killed.
Tink didn't like that spindly Knave; his wiry limbs weirded her out. They moved in a... strange fashion, like they were rounded plant stems or something. Not to mention the scarring on his face and the rather smarmy expression he had adopted in front of the... what had they all been talking about? The queen of some kind? Oh great, royalty and rules. She rolled her eyes, taking pleasure in the moment of snark that was allowed to her as her spirits returned (though she was still a bit out of sorts); Peter had taught her a lot, but mostly things to the effect that rules sucked and were probably boring and useless.
She found her attention slipping after the Queen's first screech, as she was too busy focusing on that absurdly large head of hers. Tink blinked, scooting up a little more on her friend's finger to take it in. Neverland had been strange, yeah, what with flying boys and ticking crocodiles and all; but odd proportions and downright surrealism was befuddling! And what with the heart motif anyways? Yeah, Tink was a girl, but c'mon, could this queen possibly choose a more girly theme? Like, wow.
She let out a derisive little tinkle, but kept it down while her friend introduced himself. Hope Estheim? She frowned. Was that supposed to be like Peter Pan, where that was his whole name but his friends called him 'Hope'? (Of course she would equate it to Peter; everything in her world was equated to Peter eventually, more or less.) Well, all right. It was nice to finally get some answers.
Well, her mind had gone from one preoccupation to the other, but one glance back at the Queen in front of her and it slipped right back to its original train of thought! Tink couldn't help it; she giggled a bit condescendingly at how ridiculous she looked. Caked with absurd makeup and that inflated head of hers made her comical! A spurt of lively yet quiet (as usual) chimes twinkled from the little fairy as she sat back on Hope's palm.
It didn't help that she was still awfully lightheaded from her earlier scares and scars. The tremor and slight horrid stillness of the atmosphere had gotten to her momentarily, and the danger began to really sink in after her chinks had subsided. Tinker Bell fluttered her wings limply - and with a slight wince, as they were still sore. She felt tired, woozy, confused; it was really no question, then, that she had had a bout of hysterical laughter-bells.
But the Knave looked awfully stern and the card guards' weapons looked awfully pointy, so she sank back against Hope's palm with some trepidation, swinging easily from one mood to the next with little stopping in between.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Dec 28, 2012 14:12:07 GMT -4
"Hope," she repeated daintily, "What a simple name? Now BOY, why were you in the Lotus? Not a quite safe place I might add unless you're some Knight or a Champion. Did my fairest sister sent you on some ludacrious request? Knowing her she's probably still brewing those wretched spoils like the little she-witch. Tsk tsk, and here I thought she was a pacifist. What do you think Stayne, sending an errand boy probably to pick shrooms to his death?"
"Mi'lady I do admit it that does sounds like a foolish request. And I know your majesty isn't that cruel," he started, but the Queen intercepted swiftly and delicately like a moth.
"Well yes if I wanted a bugger gone he can go by the sword; it's only inhuman to send them to the woods..."
"...but no request is as foolish as your assasination."
She mouth continued to talk smoothly, but it stopped when she heard the a-word; her eyes then casted on Hope in speculation, "Yes. yes indeed a task only mad people would attempt, because if they fail they would be holding their own heads, a punishment and law you are familiar with. Right Hope?"
Her heavily caked lids blinked slowly, "Are you holding something dear? Hopefully not a knife, but even so at least I people wouldn't be begging for a trial since you'd be caught clearly red handed."
//Eeeh mine is even shorter. Just getting myself back into the swing.\\
"Hope," she repeated daintily, "What a simple name? Now BOY, why were you in the Lotus? Not a quite safe place I might add unless you're some Knight or a Champion. Did my fairest sister sent you on some ludacrious request? Knowing her she's probably still brewing those wretched spoils like the little she-witch. Tsk tsk, and here I thought she was a pacifist. What do you think Stayne, sending an errand boy probably to pick shrooms to his death?"