03-20-2018, 05:28 AM
A powerful slam echoed through the once-silent halls of the inn, its decrepit walls creaking and rattling as the sheer force behind the slamming door disturbed them, sending small shockwaves coursing through their old, wooden panels. Small gusts of wind kicked up the thin layer of settled dust leftover from Dane’s magics earlier, lasting for just a moment before dispersing into the air. Deep but soft breaths filled the void left as the echoing crack had faded away, rising from the seething form of Clownpiece, minus her usual, silly purple hat, hovering a fair few feet off the ground, her small hands pressed against door, as if to hold it closed and prevent anyone else from following her. Not that they would, she’d made her irritation quite clear.
Though the thin walls suppressed no sound, the little fairy could only faintly hear one voice, that of her china pet crying and chattering away, a terrified voice professing apology after apology, wondering if his master had abandoned him completely. Good. She thought with a childish sense of vengeance, her teeth clenched and her small chest heaving with one deep breath after another as she imagined what sort of hellish regret he must have been feeling in that moment. She slowly drifted back from the door, turning away as she let out an almost-silent “hmmph.” That’s what he got for tearing her hat...
“Ah, bonjour...” A soft voice suddenly greeted from off to Clownpiece’s side. The star-spangled girl’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening and an undignified yelp escaping her as she twisted to the side, throwing herself back just a bit as she turned towards the sudden noise. “... petite féerie...?” The voice, which the hatless child now knew belonged to Myst, suddenly took a turn for the confused, obvious uncertainty creeping into her words and across her face.
“Oh, it’s just you,” Clownpiece said plainly, her small frame relaxing but her voice still brusque as she lowered herself to the vampire’s eye level. She met Myst’s gaze with a piercing glare, her mouth not quite turned down in a frown, but definitely not resting neutrally.
“‘Just me?’” Cassandra repeated. Just like the fairy, her demeanor wasn’t all that relaxed. “Zat is a bit... impoli... is it not?”
“What are you doing up anyway?” The blonde-haired child almost demanded, ignoring her ally’s question. The same, annoyed look painted her face.
“I could ask you ze zame zing,” Myst responded slowly, eying the festive fairy cautiously. “It is... comment dites-vous... insomnia.... And you?”
“I was playing a game with Cirno and Yuuka,” Clownpiece answered vaguely, almost reluctantly as she averted her gaze from the vampire’s.
“Oui... but...” she leaned in a bit closer. “... why are you out here?”
A pout crossed the little fairy’s cheeks, noticeable even through her averted gaze. Her cheeks puffed out quite obviously, and she debated just not answering that. Like hell she was going to admit that she decided to try and teach Cirno poker. Or that, confident there was no way she was going to lose, she decided to put a rather sentimental object on the line. The fact that she lost said bet was also going to remain a secret. And of course, she was definitely not going to tell her that said sentimental thing got ripped in twain when she tried to renege on their little bet. Though she’d been all too happy to blame it on Afrátos earlier, the fact of the matter was that he just wanted to help her. It wasn’t his fault that his claws tore through her hat like it was nothing....
“Well, some things happened, we got a bit rowdy...” Clownpiece reluctantly admitted, still staring intently at the open door to her left. Dane’s room, if she remembered correctly. “And my hat got ripped...”
“Eh? Déchiré?” Myst shifted a bit on her feet, opening her mouth to continue.
“Yeah!” The energetic fairy exclaimed before she had the chance to continue, golden locks flaring out a bit as she whipped her head around to face Myst again. Though Clownpiece didn’t know the word that she used, she assumed it meant what she said. “Right down the middle!”
“Oui,” though there was a sharp note to her voice, annoyed by the interruption, the vampire nodded along to the fairy’s words. “Perhaps I could coudre... er, sew zhat back togezer?” For a second or so, Clownpiece just stared blankly at her ally, but soon that grumpy expression of hers disappeared. Her mouth turned up in a vibrant smile, her eyes almost seeming to glow.
“Really!?” Her voice betrayed barely-contained elation, leaning and floating forward eagerly, quickly invading Myst’s personal space. “You can do that!?”
“O-Oui...” The brown-haired girl took a small step back from the fairy, only to be followed that step. “I should be able to do zat... facilement.”
“Thank you!” Clownpiece cheered, quickly shooting forward the last of the distance separating them and wrapping her small arms around the vampire. She squeezed Myst with all her might, unexpected strength packed into her tiny form. Myst stumbled back a few steps, thrown off-balance by the tackle, but caught herself before she fell over. There was a moment of hesitation as she debated how exactly to react to this sudden display of affection, but in the end, she hugged the fairy back gently. “I’ll go get it right now!” Clownpiece suddenly exclaimed, pulling herself out of the hug and springing for the door.
The wrong door, as it turned out. The fairy float-stumbled through Dane’s open door and into his dark, empty room. She froze in the air, suddenly falling silent, worrying about whether or not that might have just woken him up. If he even was sleeping... Her eyes quickly flicked over to the bed. Empty.
“Er, zat is not your room, petite fée...” Myst said softly, peeking in from around the corner. Clownpiece didn’t answer, her eyes flicking about as she ascertained whether this room was truly empty. Though she couldn’t see super well without light, she could at least tell that yes, it was unoccupied.
“Um, Myst?” The little fairy said uncertainly, her torch suddenly in her hands, using the maddening purple glow of its flame to illuminate the room just a bit more.
“Oui...?” Her voice drew steadily closer as she hesitantly followed Clownpiece in.
“Did you see Dane leave at all?”
“Eh? Non. I did not see anyzing.”
“Alright then!” Suddenly the hell-child’s voice was pumped up again, and she spun around to face Myst, crossing her arms over her chest. “Looks like we’ve got a mystery on our hands! ‘Where did Dane go?’”
“Eh? But what about ze hat...?” A puzzled look crossed the vampire’s face.
“We can save that for later! Right now we need to find who kidna-” Whatever the fairy was going to say next was interrupted by a loud beep from her phone. Without missing a beat, and without bothering to finish her sentence, she fished it out of her dress. She squinted as the bright screen flashed her face, her eyes already adjusted to the dark room. Her eyes widened again, and suddenly the handheld device disappeared back into her dress. In an instant, she was staring at Myst, a mischievous, almost cruel smile on her face. “Nevermind~” Compared to the purely excited tone she’d shown earlier, her voice now was more... subdued. Hellish undertones scored her words. “Looks like he’s downstairs and needs a bit of help~!”
And once again, without waiting to hear Myst’s response, she took off, pushing past the perplexed vampire and out into the hallway. Her small body sailed almost silently through the air, save for the menacing giggles that she let out under her breath. The light on her torch flared up, a brilliant purple streak carving through the air next to her as the flame shook and shuddered from the wind, but never even so much as dampening. Hallucinatory madness wreathed the little fairy as she rounded the corner to the stairs, the walls absolutely flying past her.
With no footsteps to give her away, there was nothing to give the denizens of downstairs any warning about what was to come. Clownpiece easily bypassed the creaky stairs, exploding out into the foyer in a lunatic blur of red, white, and blue. Though her purple eyes quickly scanned over everyone in the room, she was moving far too fast to make heads or tails of it. Rather, she just made a beeline right for the first person she saw., quickly turning herself over in the air, going from flying headfirst to feetfirst.
Her entire body shook, a powerful, hellish jolt coursing through her legs as she slammed into the unwary werewolf. She clenched her teeth, suppressing a yelp of pain as the hit rattled her entire being. Her opponent went absolutely sailing, crashing through one of the wooden tables with a tremendous crack. That great, echoing sound was soon followed by a much quieter, muffled thud as Clownpiece hit the ground, landing on her feet and stumbling forward a bit.
She sucked in a great, pained breath as the jolt from landing aggravated the hit from just a second ago, but she didn’t cry out, maintaining a confident face as she caught herself. Still enveloped in the mad light of her torch, she stood tall, or at least as tall as someone of her stature could, and stared down at the baffled, quickly recovering form of the werewolf, her head darting about frantically as she tried to figure out just what had hit her.
“Did someone call for back-up!?” The little fairy bravely announced, arms crossed over her chest, knowing that her voice would allow people to recognize that she wasn’t a hallucination, if only just for a moment. All that mattered was that Dane realized she was here.
Though the thin walls suppressed no sound, the little fairy could only faintly hear one voice, that of her china pet crying and chattering away, a terrified voice professing apology after apology, wondering if his master had abandoned him completely. Good. She thought with a childish sense of vengeance, her teeth clenched and her small chest heaving with one deep breath after another as she imagined what sort of hellish regret he must have been feeling in that moment. She slowly drifted back from the door, turning away as she let out an almost-silent “hmmph.” That’s what he got for tearing her hat...
“Ah, bonjour...” A soft voice suddenly greeted from off to Clownpiece’s side. The star-spangled girl’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening and an undignified yelp escaping her as she twisted to the side, throwing herself back just a bit as she turned towards the sudden noise. “... petite féerie...?” The voice, which the hatless child now knew belonged to Myst, suddenly took a turn for the confused, obvious uncertainty creeping into her words and across her face.
“Oh, it’s just you,” Clownpiece said plainly, her small frame relaxing but her voice still brusque as she lowered herself to the vampire’s eye level. She met Myst’s gaze with a piercing glare, her mouth not quite turned down in a frown, but definitely not resting neutrally.
“‘Just me?’” Cassandra repeated. Just like the fairy, her demeanor wasn’t all that relaxed. “Zat is a bit... impoli... is it not?”
“What are you doing up anyway?” The blonde-haired child almost demanded, ignoring her ally’s question. The same, annoyed look painted her face.
“I could ask you ze zame zing,” Myst responded slowly, eying the festive fairy cautiously. “It is... comment dites-vous... insomnia.... And you?”
“I was playing a game with Cirno and Yuuka,” Clownpiece answered vaguely, almost reluctantly as she averted her gaze from the vampire’s.
“Oui... but...” she leaned in a bit closer. “... why are you out here?”
A pout crossed the little fairy’s cheeks, noticeable even through her averted gaze. Her cheeks puffed out quite obviously, and she debated just not answering that. Like hell she was going to admit that she decided to try and teach Cirno poker. Or that, confident there was no way she was going to lose, she decided to put a rather sentimental object on the line. The fact that she lost said bet was also going to remain a secret. And of course, she was definitely not going to tell her that said sentimental thing got ripped in twain when she tried to renege on their little bet. Though she’d been all too happy to blame it on Afrátos earlier, the fact of the matter was that he just wanted to help her. It wasn’t his fault that his claws tore through her hat like it was nothing....
“Well, some things happened, we got a bit rowdy...” Clownpiece reluctantly admitted, still staring intently at the open door to her left. Dane’s room, if she remembered correctly. “And my hat got ripped...”
“Eh? Déchiré?” Myst shifted a bit on her feet, opening her mouth to continue.
“Yeah!” The energetic fairy exclaimed before she had the chance to continue, golden locks flaring out a bit as she whipped her head around to face Myst again. Though Clownpiece didn’t know the word that she used, she assumed it meant what she said. “Right down the middle!”
“Oui,” though there was a sharp note to her voice, annoyed by the interruption, the vampire nodded along to the fairy’s words. “Perhaps I could coudre... er, sew zhat back togezer?” For a second or so, Clownpiece just stared blankly at her ally, but soon that grumpy expression of hers disappeared. Her mouth turned up in a vibrant smile, her eyes almost seeming to glow.
“Really!?” Her voice betrayed barely-contained elation, leaning and floating forward eagerly, quickly invading Myst’s personal space. “You can do that!?”
“O-Oui...” The brown-haired girl took a small step back from the fairy, only to be followed that step. “I should be able to do zat... facilement.”
“Thank you!” Clownpiece cheered, quickly shooting forward the last of the distance separating them and wrapping her small arms around the vampire. She squeezed Myst with all her might, unexpected strength packed into her tiny form. Myst stumbled back a few steps, thrown off-balance by the tackle, but caught herself before she fell over. There was a moment of hesitation as she debated how exactly to react to this sudden display of affection, but in the end, she hugged the fairy back gently. “I’ll go get it right now!” Clownpiece suddenly exclaimed, pulling herself out of the hug and springing for the door.
The wrong door, as it turned out. The fairy float-stumbled through Dane’s open door and into his dark, empty room. She froze in the air, suddenly falling silent, worrying about whether or not that might have just woken him up. If he even was sleeping... Her eyes quickly flicked over to the bed. Empty.
“Er, zat is not your room, petite fée...” Myst said softly, peeking in from around the corner. Clownpiece didn’t answer, her eyes flicking about as she ascertained whether this room was truly empty. Though she couldn’t see super well without light, she could at least tell that yes, it was unoccupied.
“Um, Myst?” The little fairy said uncertainly, her torch suddenly in her hands, using the maddening purple glow of its flame to illuminate the room just a bit more.
“Oui...?” Her voice drew steadily closer as she hesitantly followed Clownpiece in.
“Did you see Dane leave at all?”
“Eh? Non. I did not see anyzing.”
“Alright then!” Suddenly the hell-child’s voice was pumped up again, and she spun around to face Myst, crossing her arms over her chest. “Looks like we’ve got a mystery on our hands! ‘Where did Dane go?’”
“Eh? But what about ze hat...?” A puzzled look crossed the vampire’s face.
“We can save that for later! Right now we need to find who kidna-” Whatever the fairy was going to say next was interrupted by a loud beep from her phone. Without missing a beat, and without bothering to finish her sentence, she fished it out of her dress. She squinted as the bright screen flashed her face, her eyes already adjusted to the dark room. Her eyes widened again, and suddenly the handheld device disappeared back into her dress. In an instant, she was staring at Myst, a mischievous, almost cruel smile on her face. “Nevermind~” Compared to the purely excited tone she’d shown earlier, her voice now was more... subdued. Hellish undertones scored her words. “Looks like he’s downstairs and needs a bit of help~!”
And once again, without waiting to hear Myst’s response, she took off, pushing past the perplexed vampire and out into the hallway. Her small body sailed almost silently through the air, save for the menacing giggles that she let out under her breath. The light on her torch flared up, a brilliant purple streak carving through the air next to her as the flame shook and shuddered from the wind, but never even so much as dampening. Hallucinatory madness wreathed the little fairy as she rounded the corner to the stairs, the walls absolutely flying past her.
With no footsteps to give her away, there was nothing to give the denizens of downstairs any warning about what was to come. Clownpiece easily bypassed the creaky stairs, exploding out into the foyer in a lunatic blur of red, white, and blue. Though her purple eyes quickly scanned over everyone in the room, she was moving far too fast to make heads or tails of it. Rather, she just made a beeline right for the first person she saw., quickly turning herself over in the air, going from flying headfirst to feetfirst.
Her entire body shook, a powerful, hellish jolt coursing through her legs as she slammed into the unwary werewolf. She clenched her teeth, suppressing a yelp of pain as the hit rattled her entire being. Her opponent went absolutely sailing, crashing through one of the wooden tables with a tremendous crack. That great, echoing sound was soon followed by a much quieter, muffled thud as Clownpiece hit the ground, landing on her feet and stumbling forward a bit.
She sucked in a great, pained breath as the jolt from landing aggravated the hit from just a second ago, but she didn’t cry out, maintaining a confident face as she caught herself. Still enveloped in the mad light of her torch, she stood tall, or at least as tall as someone of her stature could, and stared down at the baffled, quickly recovering form of the werewolf, her head darting about frantically as she tried to figure out just what had hit her.
“Did someone call for back-up!?” The little fairy bravely announced, arms crossed over her chest, knowing that her voice would allow people to recognize that she wasn’t a hallucination, if only just for a moment. All that mattered was that Dane realized she was here.
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Reimu comes back to make another pass at Meira and she just has an idiot neck child.
Credit to Yuuka for the sig