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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 21, 2008 22:53:05 GMT -5
“I’d wish fer a little gratefulness,” Nellie said casually. See! She could do sarcasm! She wasn’t just sugar and quaintness.
Of course, as soon as she said it, she felt rather guilty. The poor guy looked like he was stressed enough, what with the glitter and wishes and all. That kind of tense attitude could be totally avoided, and Nellie knew the secret to avoiding such stress.
“Y’ don’ play much, do ya, Mr. Knight? Y'wanna know 'how I can tell?”
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Post by Jules on Feb 21, 2008 23:29:25 GMT -5
Camilla stared at him blankly. No one had ever thought she was humiliating. She helped! She made people's lives better! No one detested her presence before. They were getting whatever they wanted. They loved her, adored her. Even those who didn't want it to be public, just took her aside and explained it, and she'd understood completely.
BUT HIM. OH HE WAS JUST. UGH. TOO MUCH.
"Well fine." She hissed coldly. "You want armour? You got it." She waved her wand and no glitter came out, in fact, nothing seemed to change.
He'd probably not figure it out until he tried to take the helmet.
And found it impossible.
"You call me when you think you can be a bit more grateful. Excuse me for being such an embarassment to you, Lord." And she said lord with such a sneer that it was quite clearly an insult.
With an vegenfully large amount of glitter, Camilla poofed.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 0:04:36 GMT -5
There was an ominous quality to that, "You want armour? You got it," but nothing appeared to change. Samantha, from her little perch in the grass, had watched everything quietly. Some after-glitter of Camilla's exit-poof blew onto her skirt and she brushed it off.
"I think your new armor looks very dashing," she said, helpfully.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 22, 2008 0:18:37 GMT -5
"Thanks," Gavin said, looking down at himself. Hm, no usual gaps in the armor, no rust, no big red and white target sign painted on the chest....
Was it just the glitter then?
It... could be? Gavin forced himself to look on the sunny side. Maybe she ws just gone from his life forever? Yes! One less ginormous float in his Daily Parade of Abject Misery!
"So, er, sorry that took so long." He waded out of the creek and held out a hand to help Samantha to stand. "That was kinda unexpected and weirder than normal, even for me. Did you want to go for tea?" He tried to take off his helmet. Dang. Stuck.
He pulled again. Dang. Nothing. He flipped up the visor (still working), then used it to try and lever the helmet off of his head. No go.
"Crap. I can't take off my helmet. She's mean for a fairy godmother." The visor slammed down to remind him that yes, his life did indeed suck.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 0:29:27 GMT -5
She gratefully took his hand and pulled hersef to her feet with all the grace and ease of a seasoned dancer. "Thank you, I--" She paused, watching as he tried to pull off his helmet. She stared at him, wide-eyed, and pursed her lips together in an even line, in an honest, very difficult, effort to hold her laughter in.
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 22, 2008 0:37:03 GMT -5
Nellie had no issue with staying in the realms of ‘ladylikeness’. She giggled helplessly at poor Gavin. She hopped onto her feet, little purple lamb still in her arms, and skipped closer to Samantha and Gavin.
“Maybe your head is just too big,” she suggested, with a chuckle. More seriously, she added, “A’ least she dinn’it make y’ sleep ‘till some handsome prince comes and kisses ya. They does that sometimes, Fairy Godmothers.”
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 22, 2008 1:25:36 GMT -5
"Oh God, she would," Gavin groaned. "And the only princes we've got are... argh. Even if I wasn't straight I'd still be disgusted. With my luck it'd be the flash one who set the office on fire."
He pulled inefectually at his helmet. Well. This was the Day From Hell With Brimstone Sprinkles On Top. Gavin pushed up the visor of his helmet. "Er, sorry about all this Miss Cross. My fairy godmother is a sadistic old witch who likes to make my life even more of a living hell than it was before, for reasons known only to herself." Gavin mournfully pulled at his helmet again. Nope. Nothing. "All your sheep set?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 2:56:41 GMT -5
"That's quite alright," she said, sounding quite cheery. She wasn't sure when she'd been so entertained. "I'm not sure if tea will be an enjoyable occasion for you now, though."
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 22, 2008 3:11:20 GMT -5
“Y’ could drink it frough a straw. It’d havta be iced, though,” Nellie mused, going over every fairytale she had ever read.
“Y’know, Mr. Knight, y’may wanna find yer Fairy and make nice to ‘er. She could make the ‘elmet shrink and pop yer ‘ead like an overripe raspberry. Or make it all red-‘ot and scald yer face to an unattractive an’ painful mess. Or y’could gets like an ‘ive of ‘ornets up in there an’ get stung a flajillion times.”
Nellie nodded officially. She knew these things. “Y’really should apologize, whever you mean it or not.”
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 22, 2008 3:25:08 GMT -5
"I'm not letting Camilla control any more of my life than she has already," Gavin said flatly. "I refuse to let her keep me from taking you to tea. Damn. Alright."
He pulled the card out of his jeans pocket and dipped it in the river. "Camilla, I'm freaking sorry already. Please let me take off my helmet."
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Post by Jules on Feb 22, 2008 20:37:19 GMT -5
At the very least, being called didn't require glitter. She was just there all of the sudden, arms crossed, beside him by the river.
"Fine jerk." She hissed angerily, and the helmet went shooting off a few few before landing a feet feet away, in the grass. Camilla drew herself up and shot him one last angry look.
"You make your own life miserable. I don't get why, but it's no one else's fault but your own."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 22, 2008 23:56:26 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Gavin protested. "My life's hardly miserable! I mean, most of the time, I suppose it could be considered really, truly, honestly pathetic, but it's not miserable! For example, I'm the most emotionally stable person I know. Granted, most people here, er... aren't, really, and my emotional stability comes from the fact that I'm chronically embarassed, but still!"
No one could hope to dim Gavin's desperate optimism as he sought to convince himself that his life was amazingly fantastic. Gavin was extremely good at lying when he could get his act together enough to do so, and he was best at lying to himself. He'd had years of practice at it, after all. "I have a stable, well-paying job in the government, I've got a faithful steed-" the horse flicked its tail lazily and twitched its ears, looking vaguely amused "-I've got... ha! I've got a best friend, a very unique hobby, and a non-violated sense of chivalry! I do very well for myself, thank you and I haven't screwed up my life! Much! Recently, anyways!"
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