Water Fairies Like to Troll (open)

[Lillian Tinkerbell]

It had been a long, hard day at work. Tink felt as though her arms were about to drop off from all the sanding she’d had to do. Even worse, she’d had to do it all by hand because the electric sander wasn’t working. It had been raining on and off all day. She knew this from the varying degrees of wetness of her customers. Before she left, she’d asked her boss about the weather. He’d said that the rain had probably passed. When Tink looked outside, the roads were mostly dry. Yes, it was still very cloudy, but a bit of afternoon sunlight was filtering through. It would be safe to walk home, as she usually did.

Let it be known that Lillian Tinkerbell was not a weatherwoman. Sure, her journey had started out fine. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a lime green t-shirt and black leather boots, nothing special, but unfortunately, nothing exactly water resistant either. She’d been walking for ten minutes. At that point, there was a loud crash of thunder, a bright flash of lightening, and rain started bucketing from the sky. The sun was still shining too. Tink quickly ran for cover, ducking under the awning of a closed shop. She quickly brushed the water off her clothes. She was a bit damp, but not too wet…yet.

The young blonde woman stared moodily out at the rain. What was she going to do now? She didn’t have an umbrella or a raincoat or a rain hat or even a newspaper. She would be drenched in minutes if she went out in this mess, but she had to go out in it. Her house was still roughly fifteen minutes away by walking. Maybe she could catch the bus, but she wasn’t sure where a bus stop was or how long that’d take. She reached in her pocket and pulled out some lint. Besides, she’d spent all her money on lunch earlier. So really, what was she going to do?

Tink reached into her pocket and pulled out her little talking device. She quickly typed in a message and then hit the SAY button. “Hey, Silver Mist!” The device shouted loudly. “Can you do me a favour and make it stop raining?” The rain continued to pour down. In fact, it seemed to be raining even harder. “Just for twenty minutes?” Still raining harder than ever. “Please?” Just then the rain suddenly eased up. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks a lot, Sil. I won’t forget this.” She started to walk out of her shelter and into the slight drizzle. She’d barely been walking a minute, however, when the sky unleashed its fury on her. Again, Tink ran for cover under the awning where she resumed moodily staring at the rain.



(OOC: I’d like this to be a love interest thread. Nothing too serious, maybe just Tink’s girly hormones firing off for the first time.)

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Gaston was just making his way around this side of Tenebrae as he explored his new surroundings. Mainly, he was just hoping to find a good tavern somewhere, or perhaps find out which edge of town led to the most promising wilderness. Despite not having his hunting gear and weapons, he still made his goal to return to hunting and bring back trophies for the entire town to see. Soon he would get his gear together, and by then he wanted to know where he should start his trip.
That is, if he knew his way around town a little better, so far he had just been wandering around shops and buildings aimlessly.

The weather didn’t seem to be faring well for any sort of a hunt though, even if it was only to chart out the best hunting area and to find his way around town. Gaston blinked as more rain came pouring down out of the sky. His thick hunting boots splashed through puddles as he made his way through the street and his long red jacket kept him mostly dry aside from his dark hair that was plastered against his head. He didn’t seem to be particularly bothered by the rain, though of course he wasn’t; the strongest and toughest man in town as well as the best hunter wouldn’t be set back by a little rain. He did, however, notice someone running nearby out of the corner of his eye and stop under an awning in a nearby shop. As he turned he could see that it was a young light-haired woman who's clothes were soaking wet. Clearly it seemed to him that she was trying to avoid the rain. She didn’t look too happy about it either, from the way glared out at the sky. He decided to stroll over and be of assistance, as he was indeed the town hero back at home. Certainly she would appreciate his helpfulness and act of chivalry.

“A lady like yourself should not be caught in the rain. I- Gaston, shall be the perfect gentleman and help you. Here, take my jacket. It does very well with keeping the rain off clothes,” Gaston said as he took off his red overcoat jacket and handed it to her. He had plenty more at home of course; what would an outdoorsman be without jackets to spare?

[Lillian Tinkerbell]

Tink had been staring sulkily out at the rain and hadn’t noticed the man walk up to her. Of course, now that he was talking to her, she didn’t understand how she could not have noticed him. He was as big as a mountain compared to her tiny frame. She stood there, gaping at him, while he introduced himself and offered her his jacket. Of course, she wasn’t just gaping at this man, this Gaston, because he was bigger than her. Oh no, she was looking at him for much more blush worty reasons as well. Frankly, Tink had never seen anyone quite so handsome. Sure, there was her friend, Terance, who was nice looking, but Gaston was simply on a whole new level of good looking. She felt her face grow very hot and was very grateful that it was too dark for him to see her blush.

That still left the jacket, which was still being offered to her. At first, Tink thought to decline the offer. It was still raining, and he’d get soaked if she took it. He’d said he was being a gentleman though, and it seemed rude to refuse that of him. She took the jacket with a slight nod of gratitude and slipped it on. Of course, it was much too big for her, but it was warm and nice. She gave him a grateful smile as she pushed up a sleeve to reach into her pocket for her talking device. “Thank you, Gaston,” the device said over the rain. “My name’s Lillian. I hope you won’t get too wet now.” She gave him a wry smile and cuddled into the jacket for a playful effect.

But wait! Was Tinkerbell flirting? Why on earth would she do that? Yes, he’d been nice in offering her his jacket, but she didn’t even know him. He could be evil for all she knew. She glanced up at him as a bolt of lightening streaked across the sky causing his brilliant blue eyes to suddenly leap at her. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as her knees buckled. All of a sudden, she was falling towards him. What on earth was going on with her? Had she suddenly forgotten how to stand? All because this…this very handsome man was standing before her. Oh yes, that was pretty much the only reason Tink was now swooning. Hopefully, Gaston was enough of a gentleman to catch her before she hit the concrete.

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Gaston smiled, he however looked a bit surprised when she started to speak… without moving her mouth. How in the world could she do that? No matter how hard Gaston could try, he didn’t think he could talk without moving his mouth at all! He looked at the device she was holding with a mixture of confusion. Yes, it clearly had seemed to speak after she had seemingly tapped it. “Miss, it seems your voice has been trapped inside of this odd little box! Why, who would do such a thing?” He eyed it skeptically. Gaston wasn’t even sure how that was possible, though he had heard fables of witches as a child, all of which he had thought were just silly tales. Was this box actually cursed though? “Never fear, I will be glad to find out who did this and get your voice back,” he said confidently. Yes, that shouldn’t be too hard for a town hero like Gaston to accomplish, he was sure that it would be a relatively easy feat. No one went around stealing ladies’ voices while he was in town!


“Of course, Lillian! Don’t worry about a man like me- I go out in the rain and big storms all the time. It’s all part of being a great outdoorsman,” he replied as he straightened up proudly. Suddenly, however, she started falling forward unexpectedly, and Gaston looked concerned as he quickly leaned over to try to catch her before she could hit the hard pavement. “Are you all right? Here- let me escort you back home, or wherever else you might need to go. It’s not a problem at all, and I wouldn’t want you to have to go alone on these streets if you are unwell,” he offered. That was what a gentleman would do anyhow, but he wouldn't feel like much of a hero if he didn't help an attractive girl who was clearly in some sort of trouble.

[Lillian Tinkerbell]

Tinkerbell giggled silently at Gaston's assumption that her voice had been trapped inside her talking device. Of course, it hadn't been. Her voice sounded nothing like device's, which was both robotic and feminine at the same time. No, her voice was all feminine and just a touch rough, especially when she got upset. It could also sound exactly like a bell when heard by human ears. Still, it was very nice of him to offer going after whoever had trapped it, but she felt she had to correct him or else he might go get himself in trouble.

"Oh no, Gaston." She smiled gently as her device chirped. "My voice isn't trapped. When I got here, I couldn't talk, so the suits gave me this to help me." She smiled at him, hopefully showing that it was all right and that he didn't need to go hunting a pirate or whatever.

Of course, then she had started feeling all funny and had started to fall. He'd caught her though. Unfortunately, this didn't really help her funny feelings. There in his strong arms, Tink felt an odd fluttering sensation in her stomach, almost like she'd a lot of butterflies. As she looked up at him while he talked about escorting her home, a drop of rain dripped off his sodden hair and fell to her flushed cheek. All of a sudden, she wanted very much to lean forward and kiss him. It was ridiculous! She'd never wanted to kiss anyone before. Hug them maybe, but certainly not kiss. She would have kissed him too, but she felt too weak and dizzy to do anything. So instead, she just nodded her head mutely, consenting to being escorted home.