( caster is well accustomed when it comes to fae and their court, some are helpful towards the well-being of humans, and other would like to take ownership of them as pets. he may not know what court that this one belongs to, but caster pinches the back of the creature's clothing with the tips of his nails so that he's unable to get away. the voice is a little squeakier, he wouldn't have been able to recognize who this was, but the appearance is strikingly familiar. )
No, no. I'm "big bro", remember? ( don't tell him that you've forgotten, iori? luckily caster remembers you. ) Ah, you never told me that you were a trickster, and you had such trouble playing my guessing game before.
( he shakes iori just a little, trying to make him just a little dizzy. ugh, unhand him, rat. ) I am ever so thrilled to see you again.
I'm no trickster, and you're nothing like my brother.
[His Nii-san isn't a creepy weirdo who tricked him at a stupid game...!! Iori is definitely shaken, though, releasing the sleeve in order to grab at his own head and steady himself. Being grabbed by the clothes like this is demeaning...]
Ugh... Let go of me... Do I have wings? [Yes, he's flying, but holy shit.] I can't see anything that's going on, either. Was this part of the performance? Are there others that were changed into something like this?
[TELL HIM, HELP HIM]
stop what is there to hate when niisama is here :/
So, so curious! Listen, my little fae friend. ( caster raises a hand, his index finger lightly tapping against iori's nose, but none too hard so that the force knocks him back. it's such a cutesy display of affection, and he chuckles softly as he looks the male over from his wings, but there's nothing else that makes him different from a human. )
You aren't blind, are you? Maybe you got a bit of dust in your eyes. ( let caster help with that by shaking iori once, and then twice. three times for good measure. is there any fae dust that'll fall off of him? or is caster making this more than it has to be? either way, he's just trying to get whatever may be in his eyes out in the worst way possible, and one might say stop being a menace, caster, but that's quite hard. )
[HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM as soon as he's normal sized again. In the meantime, all he can do is flail angrily, trying to give one of those large hands a big kick for his efforts.]
I can't see anything because I'm too small! Make yourself useful and look around, or I'll go find someone else to help me. You're even worse than before.
( a shame! even with all the trashing going about, he finds that iori will get himself a headache if he keeps this up. in an attempt to be helpful, he drops him into his palm so that he's no longer held. )
What do you want me to look for? The person that did this to you?
[He huffs, but freedom is a good thing. Iori takes a moment to brush himself off, and after hopping a little in place and getting the hang of his wings (which, by the way, he does amazingly quickly), he zips up to latch onto the larger man's head, tiny hands gripping at his hair.
And then one hand yanks. Listen. He is speaking directly in his ear now.]
I want you to find a solution. If this has happened to anyone else, then it may give us a clue how to return me to normal size.
You're like a bug! Stop! ( please don't speak directly in his ear and ask for bambi 2 on the xbox because that doesn't exist here, weirdo. he flinches at the little tugs of his hair, and his ear twitches as the other speaks into it. the way this sounds is like caster has to work hard to figure out something that isn't his problem! so he sighs, shaking his head — mind you, his earring almost smacks iori by accident — while raising a hand to push the small fae away. )
If I do look into a solution — ( which he could fix himself, but he's not telling iori that. ) what do I get?
You won't do it out of the kindness of your heart?
[He's just being sarcastic. Calling him a meanie, in simpler terms... But his little fists stay clinging to Caster's hair, even if he has to duck from that insane swing of an earring. Please.]
What do you want? If it's something reasonable, then I'll agree in exchange for returning to normal. The deal would be that you have to return me to normal size and health, though.
I have to figure out what you can give me, which I'm sure you have limits.
( he hums softly in thought, nodding to himself as he reaches back up to grab his companion by the wings. he can't have this little demon latched to his hair the entire time they walk together, can he? )
Buuuut, that's for later! So how did you get yourself into this dilemma, what was the last thing you remember? Did someone slip something in your drink? ( BC HE WAS MINDING HIS BUSINESS UNTIL IORI ATTACKED HIMMMM! )
Anyway, don't point out that he was an annoying bug in this situation, he's stressed!! He sighs out some more of his irritation, focusing. Right.]
I was watching the big play, and one of the cast members threw some sort of powder into the audience. When I blinked to get it out of my eyes, this is how I was.
To be honest, it seemed exactly like something you would do, so I thought you might have the solution on hand. [Why did it sound like Merlin? Because he pulled chairs out of nowhere?? Because he just has that Look? Who knows.]
( HELLOOOO? that look.. you can't call him out for looking shadyTM, but that's how he's always looked during his life. while caster wasn't the person throwing the dust everywhere, he does have an idea when it comes to that unknown rascal, and it's as follows: )
Then we should hunt that person down! You see, I could help, but I only have so much. ( so much of what? mana? chroma? listen, he has to be careful with what he uses it for. don't take offence to it iori, this is for both you and caster's sake. well, iori's sake is a little smaller than his own, so he figures that brain follows body. )
You don't remember what the person looks like do you?
[HELP? He frowns, still clinging to Caster's hair even if he flies up higher to get a better spot. The top of his head, maybe? He just speaks a little louder.]
They were in costume, dancing through the audience. I couldn't get a good look before there was dust in my eyes. There's no way I could track them down with so little information.
( stop, because there's nothing iori can do to help caster's dilemma if he does run out of chroma. so this time, they have to go the easy route, and that happens to be trying to jog the other's memory. )
And you expect me to do the same? ( he glances up, trying to see where the other may be, but he guesses that the male has decided to sit on top of that mess called hair. ) This may take awhile, but I'll do what I can for you. We should figure out what the substance is that they used, is any of it on the floor..
[Call him fairy boy?! Why did he ask this guy for help again?
Agh. But he has to shove his anger aside and cooperate for the sake of returning to normal, right? He cuts himself off and allows him to keep speaking, exhaling slowly. Right, okay.]
There must be. You should be careful not to breathe it in, or even touch it. I'm not sure what it is that triggered the transformation itself. [Now that he's just sitting up here, he lifts his hands to touch at his own ears. They're pointy. This is ridiculous.]
You're already covered in whatever it is, but I'm sure it won't do much to me.
( he's already sort-of kind-of what iori is, but not actually so hopefully he gets a pass. he hums in thought, thinking on the situation that iori has gotten himself into, and he doesn't understand what's the point of turning humans into these petite creatures. is there something to gain? or powers that can unlock being this way?
he does as told though, raising a hand to cover his mouth just in case — )
You're like my fairy godfather, do take care of me. ( he's teasing, of course. so he takes a step forward, looking around the area to see other people are also shocked by what has happened to them, and some even claiming that a few have disappeared because they've became so small. uh oh. )
No one told me that I'd risk turning into a fairy...
[It's supposed to just be animals?! But dear god. People disappearing... This is serious, then, isn't it?!]
Whether I'm "lucky" or not, hearing that there are more people affected should motivate you to help. If we find a way to return me to full size, then we can help the others.
[Of course, he hasn't taken a look more closely yet, but one of the fairies is holding onto the finger of someone at their normal size. Some sort of attempt at hand holding. They don't seem too panicked... but others do? It's a mixed bag.]
( motivate him, that is. what it makes him want to do is go back to minding his business because this is actually not his problem. though, he does wish that iori was elsewhere at this time, and if he was, they'd both be doing what they came here to do — party! sadly, here he is having to become someone's ride and detective in search of fairy dust. ) Give me a moment, I think if ..
( he's crouching down to look under a table, and there's a bit of scattered dust settled in one spot. he inhales, and then exhales afterwards to blow the dust away as he takes notice to how it's faint, but there's a small path they can follow. ) Ha! Got a job for you, lil bugger.
( stop calling him out his name, caster. he reaches up to grab iori by the wings — again — so that he can drop the other onto the floor. ) Your eyes will do for this, can you see the path?
[They're delicate, what if they tear?? Ugh. But they don't, and he plops onto his little feet with a huff, dusting himself off.]
Also, it's Iori. At least address me by name if you're going to give me commands.
[All that aside, though, this is the only direction he has, so he is listening. A path... Oh. He thinks he can see what he means? Stepping towards it now, he frowns.]
I think I see something like a path in the dust. Where did this come from?
[Believable, right?? When he stammers like that? Anyway, he's staring at this dust, but the thing Merlin comes up with has him staring back, deadeyeing the man.]
What?
[How is that going to help anything, is what he was going to say... until the gears in his mind start spinning. He grabs a tiny palm full of the dust off of the floor and flutters back, up to Merlin's shoulder's height, and then tries to chuck the dust right at his face.
Well. It was Merlin's idea anyway. Iori just realizes that maybe, if it works and he turns tiny, he'll have more motivation to become large again himself instead of treating this like a game.]
( no interest, but here he is practically allowing his voice to shake with endearment. no matter, he'll act as if he didn't see that so iori will have some shame left. he was going to be such a kind person, but the moment that he throws dust into caster's face causes the servant (hobby) to cough just a little.
horrible. horrible! he can already feel himself not being himself any longer.. so when he becomes about the size of iori, but just a little taller... you already know he's not impressed.
since he's already have of what the problem is, he only keeps his main appearance, but he doesn't have to explain to iori where his wings are does he? )
Hm. You could have just admitted you hate tall people, is this what that is? ( he's standing in the dust, sighing as he shakes his head. he could use his magic, but where would that get him.. to iori wanting him to use it on him as well.. so they both suffer. )
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MY FAE
No, no. I'm "big bro", remember? ( don't tell him that you've forgotten, iori? luckily caster remembers you. ) Ah, you never told me that you were a trickster, and you had such trouble playing my guessing game before.
( he shakes iori just a little, trying to make him just a little dizzy. ugh, unhand him, rat. ) I am ever so thrilled to see you again.
he hates this already
[His Nii-san isn't a creepy weirdo who tricked him at a stupid game...!! Iori is definitely shaken, though, releasing the sleeve in order to grab at his own head and steady himself. Being grabbed by the clothes like this is demeaning...]
Ugh... Let go of me... Do I have wings? [Yes, he's flying, but holy shit.] I can't see anything that's going on, either. Was this part of the performance? Are there others that were changed into something like this?
[TELL HIM, HELP HIM]
stop what is there to hate when niisama is here :/
You aren't blind, are you? Maybe you got a bit of dust in your eyes. ( let caster help with that by shaking iori once, and then twice. three times for good measure. is there any fae dust that'll fall off of him? or is caster making this more than it has to be? either way, he's just trying to get whatever may be in his eyes out in the worst way possible, and one might say stop being a menace, caster, but that's quite hard. )
How's that?
STOPPP go eat a sock
[HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM as soon as he's normal sized again. In the meantime, all he can do is flail angrily, trying to give one of those large hands a big kick for his efforts.]
I can't see anything because I'm too small! Make yourself useful and look around, or I'll go find someone else to help me. You're even worse than before.
when will u leave them in my stocking :(
( a shame! even with all the trashing going about, he finds that iori will get himself a headache if he keeps this up. in an attempt to be helpful, he drops him into his palm so that he's no longer held. )
What do you want me to look for? The person that did this to you?
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[He huffs, but freedom is a good thing. Iori takes a moment to brush himself off, and after hopping a little in place and getting the hang of his wings (which, by the way, he does amazingly quickly), he zips up to latch onto the larger man's head, tiny hands gripping at his hair.
And then one hand yanks. Listen. He is speaking directly in his ear now.]
I want you to find a solution. If this has happened to anyone else, then it may give us a clue how to return me to normal size.
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If I do look into a solution — ( which he could fix himself, but he's not telling iori that. ) what do I get?
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[He's just being sarcastic. Calling him a meanie, in simpler terms... But his little fists stay clinging to Caster's hair, even if he has to duck from that insane swing of an earring. Please.]
What do you want? If it's something reasonable, then I'll agree in exchange for returning to normal. The deal would be that you have to return me to normal size and health, though.
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( he hums softly in thought, nodding to himself as he reaches back up to grab his companion by the wings. he can't have this little demon latched to his hair the entire time they walk together, can he? )
Buuuut, that's for later! So how did you get yourself into this dilemma, what was the last thing you remember? Did someone slip something in your drink? ( BC HE WAS MINDING HIS BUSINESS UNTIL IORI ATTACKED HIMMMM! )
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Anyway, don't point out that he was an annoying bug in this situation, he's stressed!! He sighs out some more of his irritation, focusing. Right.]
I was watching the big play, and one of the cast members threw some sort of powder into the audience. When I blinked to get it out of my eyes, this is how I was.
To be honest, it seemed exactly like something you would do, so I thought you might have the solution on hand. [Why did it sound like Merlin? Because he pulled chairs out of nowhere?? Because he just has that Look? Who knows.]
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Then we should hunt that person down! You see, I could help, but I only have so much. ( so much of what? mana? chroma? listen, he has to be careful with what he uses it for. don't take offence to it iori, this is for both you and caster's sake. well, iori's sake is a little smaller than his own, so he figures that brain follows body. )
You don't remember what the person looks like do you?
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[HELP? He frowns, still clinging to Caster's hair even if he flies up higher to get a better spot. The top of his head, maybe? He just speaks a little louder.]
They were in costume, dancing through the audience. I couldn't get a good look before there was dust in my eyes. There's no way I could track them down with so little information.
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( stop, because there's nothing iori can do to help caster's dilemma if he does run out of chroma. so this time, they have to go the easy route, and that happens to be trying to jog the other's memory. )
And you expect me to do the same? ( he glances up, trying to see where the other may be, but he guesses that the male has decided to sit on top of that mess called hair. ) This may take awhile, but I'll do what I can for you. We should figure out what the substance is that they used, is any of it on the floor..
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[Call him fairy boy?! Why did he ask this guy for help again?
Agh. But he has to shove his anger aside and cooperate for the sake of returning to normal, right? He cuts himself off and allows him to keep speaking, exhaling slowly. Right, okay.]
There must be. You should be careful not to breathe it in, or even touch it. I'm not sure what it is that triggered the transformation itself. [Now that he's just sitting up here, he lifts his hands to touch at his own ears. They're pointy. This is ridiculous.]
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( he's already sort-of kind-of what iori is, but not actually so hopefully he gets a pass. he hums in thought, thinking on the situation that iori has gotten himself into, and he doesn't understand what's the point of turning humans into these petite creatures. is there something to gain? or powers that can unlock being this way?
he does as told though, raising a hand to cover his mouth just in case — )
You're like my fairy godfather, do take care of me. ( he's teasing, of course. so he takes a step forward, looking around the area to see other people are also shocked by what has happened to them, and some even claiming that a few have disappeared because they've became so small. uh oh. )
You're a lucky one.
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[It's supposed to just be animals?! But dear god. People disappearing... This is serious, then, isn't it?!]
Whether I'm "lucky" or not, hearing that there are more people affected should motivate you to help. If we find a way to return me to full size, then we can help the others.
[Of course, he hasn't taken a look more closely yet, but one of the fairies is holding onto the finger of someone at their normal size. Some sort of attempt at hand holding. They don't seem too panicked... but others do? It's a mixed bag.]
Do you see any of the dust?
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( motivate him, that is. what it makes him want to do is go back to minding his business because this is actually not his problem. though, he does wish that iori was elsewhere at this time, and if he was, they'd both be doing what they came here to do — party! sadly, here he is having to become someone's ride and detective in search of fairy dust. ) Give me a moment, I think if ..
( he's crouching down to look under a table, and there's a bit of scattered dust settled in one spot. he inhales, and then exhales afterwards to blow the dust away as he takes notice to how it's faint, but there's a small path they can follow. ) Ha! Got a job for you, lil bugger.
( stop calling him out his name, caster. he reaches up to grab iori by the wings — again — so that he can drop the other onto the floor. ) Your eyes will do for this, can you see the path?
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[They're delicate, what if they tear?? Ugh. But they don't, and he plops onto his little feet with a huff, dusting himself off.]
Also, it's Iori. At least address me by name if you're going to give me commands.
[All that aside, though, this is the only direction he has, so he is listening. A path... Oh. He thinks he can see what he means? Stepping towards it now, he frowns.]
I think I see something like a path in the dust. Where did this come from?
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Mn, yes. I'll make sure to do that, but isn't fae cuter?
( with the dust being confirmed by the eyes of a full-blooded fairy for the moment, caster nods as he looks towards iori. )
If it was used against you, I wonder if you're able to use it to your advantage? You'll sprinkle it on someone, and interrogate!
( how is THAT helping? )
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[Believable, right?? When he stammers like that? Anyway, he's staring at this dust, but the thing Merlin comes up with has him staring back, deadeyeing the man.]
What?
[How is that going to help anything, is what he was going to say... until the gears in his mind start spinning. He grabs a tiny palm full of the dust off of the floor and flutters back, up to Merlin's shoulder's height, and then tries to chuck the dust right at his face.
Well. It was Merlin's idea anyway. Iori just realizes that maybe, if it works and he turns tiny, he'll have more motivation to become large again himself instead of treating this like a game.]
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( no interest, but here he is practically allowing his voice to shake with endearment. no matter, he'll act as if he didn't see that so iori will have some shame left. he was going to be such a kind person, but the moment that he throws dust into caster's face causes the servant (hobby) to cough just a little.
horrible. horrible! he can already feel himself not being himself any longer.. so when he becomes about the size of iori, but just a little taller... you already know he's not impressed.
since he's already have of what the problem is, he only keeps his main appearance, but he doesn't have to explain to iori where his wings are does he? )
Hm. You could have just admitted you hate tall people, is this what that is? ( he's standing in the dust, sighing as he shakes his head. he could use his magic, but where would that get him.. to iori wanting him to use it on him as well.. so they both suffer. )
Alright Fae, since you have wings.. lead us.