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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 0:03:13 GMT -5
Herm. This was shifting dangerously toward 'farm-talk' and that seemed a bit too commoner for her tastes. Arranging her skirts around her, Samantha sat in the grass to wait for Gavin to finish. The idea of actually helping never even crossed her mind. She took out her fan and with a slow, half-hearted motion, flipped it back and forth, her eyes drooping somewhat.
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 20, 2008 0:20:33 GMT -5
Nellie was pretty much over it, before he had even started trying to explain himself. “Tin Man? He didn’t rust in a river carryin’ sheep. He rusted choppin’ wood in the forest fer Nimmie Amee. And that’s a girl sheep. She ain’t got no ‘orns, see? Girl. Don’chu know nuffin’?” Nellie made a noise of disapproval and hauled the sheep down into the creek, and threw it over to the other side.
“Y’ know what, Mr. Knight?” Nellie called up, “You wanna ‘elp and be…chiv…er…whatever? Find a log er sumfin’ to make a bridge.”
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 20, 2008 0:29:41 GMT -5
A bridge.
Duh.
Gavin blushed again. Of course he'd have to ignore the most obvious solution in favor of kicking sheep... stupid, stupid, stupid!
He was fairly good with his hands so, after taking off his armor, and hacking at some trees with his sword, Gavin managed to construct a rough bridge fairly quickly. He even forgot to be embarassed that he was in an underarmor shirt that, alas, revealed that old crusade wound on his arm, and a pair of jeans that had dreamed of seeing better days.
"There!" he said, pushing the raft-like thing across the creek to touch the other side. "Chivalrous deed for the day done."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 0:41:44 GMT -5
Heeeey. Entertainment in the form of Gavin without his armor on. He really wasn't bad looking, she had to admit. But it was difficult to see him as ruggedly handsome when he was always blushing and twitching around.
She snapped her fan shut and looked pointedly at him. "Are you done then?" she asked sweetly, not a hint of the impatience she was feeling in her voice.
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 0:45:13 GMT -5
Glitter aside, Camilla looked quite formidable today. It was her day off, which meant she wasn't made-up so strictly, and had pulled off a pretty cotton skirt with an intricately embrodiered silk contraption shirt, both of which accented her curves (which had been incredibly hard to maintain since Fairy Godmothers had a tendency to being comfortingly fat and old. Camilla was a rebel, in that way). And when she appeared in the fields, Glitter stuck to her skin and clothing, and the air around her, she scrunched her nose in a practiced manner and said, from directly behind Gavin;
"That's got to be the worst bridge I've ever seen in my life. And what did you use, you're sword? Do you know how bad tree sap is for weaponry? And you STILL have that armour? You know, a wish per day could really go a long way into fixing you up. And you haven't made a single one since we met. You're wasting my time."
After which she sent a charming smile to both Samantha, whom she knew, and Nellie, whom she also knew in passing (fairy godmother's had a tendency to be acquainted with all Fair Maidens in the region).
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 20, 2008 1:18:54 GMT -5
Gavin jumped when he heard Camilla's voice and struggled to regain his footing.
He failed entirely and plunged head-first into the stream. Gavin emerged, dripping wet and deeply miserable. "Don't do that! Look, I got along fine before you came along and I don't see why I have to rely on you now."
Gavin scowled as best he could while trying to deal with yet another spate of humiliation. "Look, if I wish for better equipment, will you leave me alone?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 20, 2008 1:36:04 GMT -5
Nellie was truly pleased. Even in Dreamland, people didn’t just ride in on horses and build bridges (however makeshift) for you. She clapped her hands and hopped up and down on the opposite shore. “Brilliant! Fanks a ton, there, Mr. Knight!” Had she been a proper Fair Maiden, she probably would have given him her handkerchief or a lock of hair or something. Not that he seemed too keen on collecting tokens of favor anyhow.
She ushered the several remaining sheep across the bridge (which they crossed without hesitation), and followed suit. When there was an explosion of glitter accompanying Camilla, she let out a squeak of excitement. FAIRIES.
“Mr. Knight!” She exclaimed, lifting the hem of her skirt so she could more properly jump in place, “She’s yer godmuvver? Tha’s fantastic! How lucky are you?”
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 1:47:37 GMT -5
"No. I want you to start not wasting my time. If I have to come bother you to make wishes, well, thats hardly fair. I'm offering you my time and services, and quite a bit of power and you rebuke it because, what, you're too good? That's hardly nice."
The tough act was a bit of a ruse. In all honesty, Camilla was going to be a right mess if Gavin didn't let her help him. It was in her nature.
She waved to Nellie and shrugged exagerratedly. "He doesn't appreciate me."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 20, 2008 2:03:53 GMT -5
As Camilla arrived, Samantha smiled, offering a wave as she sat in her little nest of grass, deeply amused. "I have to agree with your fairy godmother," Samantha chimed in, nevermind the fact that no one had asked her opinion. "She's only trying to help, after all. And you could do with some new armor."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 20, 2008 11:32:23 GMT -5
Gavin, crimson with humiliation, said, "Yeah, I'm about as lucky a paraplegic rabbit with all of its legs amputated that has just seen a black cat cross its path."
He waded out of the creek, feeling extremely irritated with the world and everything in it. "Okay, I wish for new armor. Happy now? I'll be in knight-in-actually-shining-armor instead of That Guy from the office who straps on plate metal held together with rust and then this will... will somehow make me unbelievably happy and you won't have to come and throw glitter on me at the most embarassing times possible. Okay?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 20, 2008 23:58:10 GMT -5
Camilla shrank back. She actually shrank back by the force of Gavin's misery. This wasn't what was supposed to happen! She was supposed to be helping. Whipping out her wand, she pointed it at Gavin and immediately fresh armour took his old contraption's place. These armour was infinitely better though, linked together like fish scales, it was near weightless, it was as durable as the best kind of metal and it never faded or rusted. It was incredibly good armour. AND it came off and on easily, plus, it looked cool.
"Although you don't deserve it." She protested. "You're not being so nice." She actually looked a little hurt. "All I'm trying to do is help. I can't help the glitter."
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 21, 2008 1:38:19 GMT -5
Well, that little ‘paraplegic rabbit’ thing went so far over Nellie’s head that it probably grazed a star or two. She didn’t let that stop her, however. She was used to not understanding things.
She flopped down on the grass unceremoniously, cuddling a tiny purple lamb to her. “Really. Ya fink you’d be more fankful to her, since she is ‘elpin’ you and all.” Nellie shrugged, “But whatta I know?”
When Camilla magicked up the new armor, Nellie squeaked in delight and held out her hand, to catch some of the glitter. “That was absolutely lovely!”
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 21, 2008 20:42:45 GMT -5
"Well you weren't being particularly nice either," Gavin replied, a little waspishly. "I... wait, what?"
He looked at Nellie in astonishment. Glitter? Lovely? Well, he did have to admit his new armor was nice. It was much better than his old armor... which, oddly enough, he now looked at feeling incredibly nostalgic. It was old and tarnished and rusty, but it was his, damn it, and he'd had it ever since he'd first leapt up on a horse and went in search of feats of derring-do.
"Thanks," Gavin said, trying not to sound as surly as he felt. "'Kind of you to help me. And it's nice armor."
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 21:40:45 GMT -5
Camilla buried her face into her hands.
"Look. I'm here to make you happy." She said through her palms. "Not the other way around." She was loosing her touch. This wasn't good. Not good. Gah. She raked her hands through her curls and shook her head.
"If you didn't really want new armour, why did you wish for it? You can wish for pratically anything and you wish for something you don't really want? I can't say I understand you."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 21, 2008 22:30:38 GMT -5
"I'm am so freaking happy I can only show it through abject humiliation," Gavin replied, with as much forced cheerfulness as he possibly could. "See the blush o'embarassment? Shows I'm so happy they'll have to give me a tranquilizer soon."
He knew he was being an ungrateful little snot, but having a fairy godmother was probably the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him, and Gavin regularly walked into trees, fell off his horse, rusted, and found his office supplies encased in jello.
"And I wished for it because you suggested it. I'm new to the whole 'pin-point-your-heart's-desire' thing."
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