ONE: in which paint and pixies do not mix well [action]

[firstlaugh]

[A dazzling streak of light, clearly visible in even the brightest spots of sunlight, darts around the Wonderland district. Those with quick enough eyes will be able to discern a little figure amidst the brightest point of the spark: a girl with a low-cut leaf dress and an expression of fear and rage on her sharp little features. Being dragged to

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[aut_augur]

[Oh. Oh no. Jast would have tried very hard to catch if he had been there at that moment, but all he can do now is come to sit down on the ground beside her, twittering softly,]

Oh, little one... are you able to see?

[He's very worried it might have gotten in her eyes or that she might have swallowed it.]

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[firstlaugh]

[she splutters and spits tiny mouthful of pink paint as she totters damply towards Jast, leaning against his leg and trailing dainty pink footprints in her wake. She isn't aware that Jast has addressed her, she's too busy staring down at her leaf dress in abject horror:]

Oh! My dress! Ruined!

[aut_augur]

[He doesn't mind a little paint, his jeans are already ripped and covered in grass and dirt stains. Mist would be appalled with him. He reaches down to see if she will let him gather her up,]

The dress can be replaced, little one.

[firstlaugh]

It was a Queen Mab recreation! No, no, I shan't be able to replace it at all!

[she obligingly steps in to his hand, if only because she's too preoccupied with worrying about her leaf dress to really be aware of what she's doing. Once in Jast's hand she throws herself down in to his palm in a sulk, pulling at the paint in her hair fretfully as she tinkles:]

This is awful! Who is responsible for this?

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[howkickassiam]

[ he's got paint spattered on him, too- the pink and orange seems to like him a great deal, sob. He gives her a kind of dubious look, though, moving over, crouching next to her, wiping paint off his cheek. ]

--hey, uhh. Are you okay?

[firstlaugh]

No! [the tinkling of bells is pleasant enough but her tone in translation is sharp and sulky thanks to the magic of the miniature golden seal hung around her neck. She miserably attempts to shake the worst of the paint from her wings and sends tiny little droplets flying in all directions]

Those bubbles are simply horrid! I hate them!

[howkickassiam]

[ l-lol tiny adorable fairy. YORK IS JUST LIKE D-DERP... ]

They're kinda big-- maybe just fly a little slower to avoid 'em?

SORRY FOR THIS INEXCUSABLY LATE REPLY

[firstlaugh]

[she looks up with an expression of sheer indignation]

What? No! I was here first!

[...which besides being patently ridiculous is a blatant lie: Tinker Bell has hardly been here longer than five minutes. She wipes her painty hands on whatever bit of York's clothing is closest to her and leaves tiny handprint smears as she adds:]

And besides, flying slowly is no fun at all!

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[inspectspickles]

[Is that a fairy?

You have no previous experience with talking to fairies - your talents lie in WEASEL BARTERING, unfortunately - however you figure it would be a friendly gesture if you helped this POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL. You head on over, kneeling by the glittery pink glob and wondering if it'd be alright to pick her up. It was a girl, right? It sounded like it.

And it wouldn't be polite to just scoop up a girl without asking permission first.]

Are you quite alright, miss?

[firstlaugh]

[Tink totters around on the pavement in dazed circles leaving little hot pink footprints in her wake. She doesn't seem to particularly hear the question, preoccupied as she is with the ignominy of being completely covered in unattractive paint]

This isn't funny! [her tone is accusatory but it certainly isn't directed at the stranger beside her; instead, she seems to complain at large and mostly for the benefit for herself] My dress is ruined! This is a beastly prank!

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[claim_my_place]

Hmn? [Asch doesn't manage to make out the exact shape, but he definitely notices that bright spot. It looks like a stray memory particle with a mind of it's own, or maybe an oversized firefly.]

[He tries to focus on it for curiosity's sake. It proves difficult at best, until of course the spot of light collides with one of those soap bubbles and suddenly drops.]

[Not everyday you see something like that. And Asch has learned better than to completely ignore disembodied voices. He turns and heads in the direction of where he last saw the thing, hoping to figure out just what the hell it was.]

Where are you? Show yourself!

[firstlaugh]

[Tink stumbles around dizzily on the floor in a glittery mess of pink paint and fairy dust. She can hear the heavy noise of approaching footsteps as Asch heads towards her but with all the cloying paint in her face she can't make out where on earth he actually is]

Oh, do look out! [her voice is shrill thanks to the seal and accompanied with the high tinkling of erratic bells] Don't you dare tread on me!

[claim_my_place]

[...Where? Oh. That thing. The thud of boots comes to a stop as Asch realizes the voice is coming from the creature a few paces away. It's pretty small, covered in pink paint and some kind of sparkly substance. Asch leans forward to get a better look at it and winces at the high-pitched translation. Frankly it's giving him a migraine.]

I'm not about to step on you, so quit yelling.

[Pink isn't his color either, thanks.]

Just what are you supposed to be anyhow?

[firstlaugh]

[She valiantly attempts to leap in to the air and flutter her wings pointedly but the pink amorphous blob just totters around pathetically as the paint weighs her down. She coughs and splutters around all the acrid paint in her mouth as she retorts crossly:]

You silly ass! Haven't you ever seen a fairy before?