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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you
What: Mercenary fairy, pouting silently over her loss
When: This weekend
Where: All over the castle
Rating: Probably G, since she can't even swear

This. Fucking. Castle.

When Molotov woke up only inches high with wings, and tried to say those exact words, all that came out of her mouth were tiny little bell-like noises, chiming and tinkling and generally annoying even herself.

It was a first, not wanting to hear her own voice.

After stumbling across the pillow, which took forever, Molotov managed to master her wings, clumsily gliding around close to the mattress at first, but soon flitting all around the bedroom. She took off as soon as the door was opened, heading out through an open window to fly all around the castle grounds.

She looks mostly like a little ball of light. An angry, speeding little ball of light. And she might try to take it out on you.

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[gottaknockhard]

Spike spends a lot of his time these days at the castle, mostly wandering between the kitchen and his chosen couch in the lobby. It's only lately that he's spent more time working out than napping, what with the alternatives of smoking and drinking becoming increasingly difficult to manage. Besides, any more introspection and he was setting himself up for spending his quality time in a padded room.

Anyway, he happens to be in the middle of his workout at what was supposed to be a quiet hour at the gym, punching and kicking the air. So it'd be easy to miss a tiny ball of light flitting around. Only when he's balanced on one leg, he pauses, attention suddenly piqued.

Did they get a bug in here?

[molotov]

Honestly, Molotov probably wouldn't have stuck around the gym except for the fact that she wasn't actually sure she'd ever seen Spike move at a speed that wasn't "sloth". So it was maybe shock that kept her darting around near him, watching his little workout.

When he pauses, she goes back and forth a few times before bolting behind his head. She's pretty sure he's not going to be able to find her if she chooses to hide in his hair, so.

[gottaknockhard]

He nearly stumbles back when he catches the ball of light darting behind him, but then it's gone. What the hell was that-?

Like he really wants to know. He just scratches at his damp mass of hair and bends down to reach for his towel. This is why he usually works out in his room, there's always a risk of interruptions in a public space. Lucky he was about done.

When it seems like enough time has gone by without seeing the light, he speaks to the empty room. Again, not helping his ploy for sanity, but that comes with the territory.

"You should be careful flying around like that. Someone might swat you by accident."

[molotov]

Being made miniature hasn't helped Molotov get much control over her temper. Though she sticks close to his back while he waits to speak, she takes offense at the idea that someone might swat her, and can't help but to zip back in front of him, hovering right in Spike's face with her fists on her hips as she screams various insults and threats.

All that comes out are pleasant tinkly noises, but she's still obviously pissed off about the whole affair.

[gottaknockhard]

Ha. So it wasn't a bug. He isn't sure if this makes the situation better, but at least he was right in assuming.

Although a tiny woman with wings wouldn't have been his first guess. A tiny angry woman-fly. That glows and makes bell noises. Don't they have a word for those? -- He holds up his hands while he thinks, showing how harmless he is.

"Calm down, I wasn't talking about me." As long as she didn't start casting spells on him or whatever. He has a limit. "--You're a resident, aren't you?"

...Come to think of it, she looks a little familiar.

[molotov]

Molotov makes a big show of holding her arms out and rolling her eyes, like Spike is a complete moron who's managed to piece together an obvious fact. Because that's pretty much what's happened. She lets out a few sarcastic bell chimes to complement it, then grabs at her comically long hair, waving it in his face.

Red. Red, dumbass. Who else has hair like this?

[gottaknockhard]

Spike hasn't spent a lot of his daydreams on how the various people he knows would look like as a tiny-- thing. Dammit, it's on the tip of his tongue... There's a candy named after them, isn't there?

Regardless, he isn't terribly phased by her anger, instead staring at her quizzically while throwing his towel over his shoulder. With the light it's hard to make out if she's wearing a tiny eye patch, but the name comes to him anyway. "...Molotov?"

[molotov]

Well, that's obviously something he's going to have to amend now, just in case anyone else gets turned miniature and he needs to identify them. Quick, Spike! Imagine a little Jet pixie.

She does have a tiny eyepatch (made from a leaf), but that's besides the point. Molotov mocks him with a slow clap, then hovers right at the end of his nose, chiming something about how all that hair must be sucking up his brain.

[gottaknockhard]

This all would be cute, if she weren't causing him to go seriously cross-eyed. Which he soon realizes he can amend by backing up himself, only before he gets there his nose starts to twitch. A few seconds later, and he barely has the time to bring up a hand to cover his mouth when he sneezes. Already he can feel a second one coming on, and he holds his hand below his nostrils to keep it in.

Maybe he's allergic to 'whatever's. He's never been tested for them.

"What do you want?" Which is a purely sympathetic question. If Molotov wants a favor, she's going to have to start with the charades.

[molotov]

While his hand catches all the spittle, the gust of air from Spike's sneeze sends Molotov rolling backward in the air, a trail of her sparkly little dust left behind her. She manages to stop herself a few feet away, clutching her head from the dizziness of it, then rises back up and dusts herself off.

Her bell noises seem to imply she's chiding him for sneezing, but then she points down and mimics knocking on a door -- she wants to go home, but she can't get in unless someone can get Brock to open the door for her.

[gottaknockhard]

It's probably the sparkly dust that did it. Spike feels marginally bad for sending her flying once he notices the way she had to recompose herself, and worse when he reflects in her situation. This better not be contagious.

"You want me to take you to see Brock, right?" Wild guess. He's not looking forward to being the one to break it to him, but it's not like he isn't up to his neck in debt for that guy. Trying not to sigh too hard, in case that knocked her over again, he nods."Alright, but I'll do the talking."

[molotov]

Molotov lets out a sigh of her own (it sounds a bit like a windchime, actually), then flutters over to sit on his shoulder. She figures she'll let out less dust if she's not flying around, and maybe Spike will sneeze less in that case. Either way, she sits lotus-style, barking out some tinkly directions and pointing at the door.

He'll always be able to rely on Molotov to be demanding and bossy.

[gottaknockhard]

Now she's riding him. Spike realizes too late that he should have protested more, or at least given her a harder time. Made it seem like he couldn't see her, something like that.

At least if he's going to embrace something as ridiculous as Molotov turning into a small bell-voiced fairy (--got it!), he could have some fun with her. That reason alone is why he stops short of the door, glancing upwards instead of forward.

"You know, I'm pretty sure the vents are connected in this place. Seems like a wasted opportunity."

so late

[samson]

It took a few hours, but Brock finally realized that Molotov wasn't actually in their apartment. She'd flitted out at some point, which was both annoying and dangerous (who knows if anybody has a particularly hungry cat roaming the halls?), and he irritably stalks around the halls looking for a little tinkling light.

His eyes are seriously not what they used to be, though, and he's standing in the lobby with his hands on his hips, muttering darkly to himself as he slowly scans the room.

too late

[molotov]

Molotov is very sure she can handle people's pets, and it's not like she's going out and taunting her bears. Although she probably could, they're pretty lazy fucks, she can't imagine them chasing her around. Anyway, the point is, she doesn't intend to be a prisoner just because she's only a few inches tall.

After her failed experiment with trying to get Spike to help her, Molotov had been darting around the castle at random, exploring. She's been in the kitchen most recently, eating half a cookie that she managed to drag out of the open cookie jar (it looked like she was holding half a pizza in her hands), and now she's fluttering back into the lobby, dusting cookie crumbs off her dress.

no no no

[samson]

They might swat at her or something and squish her, though! She's, like, tiny, it's a concern. A very large concern. Pun intended.

Brock is just about to head out into the courtyard to see if he can't find her out there, when he hears tiny little bells and whips his head around. The lobby is huge and spacious, so it's hard to pinpoint a little dot of glittering light, so it takes him a minute to find her. Once he does, though, he hurries over to where she's flitting around.

"Hey --!"

[molotov]

Molotov is not a mosquito! Even though she's tiny, she's still big enough to not just be flattened with a fly swatter, she has meat on her bones. Do she got that tiny fairy ass? She doooooo.

Having been idly heading to perch atop the fireplace mantle (it seemed like a nice enough place for a nap, warm and ignored enough for her to be left alone), Molotov turns in the air when she hears Brock, hovering as she watches him.

[samson]

Wow that was unsettling, don't do that anymore.

Brock leans in so his face is inches from her, all frowns and scowls. "The hell have you been?"

[molotov]

Molotov squints and glares at him, her hands on her hips, then chimes out a sassy little answer before rising above him to be bitchy as she showers him in sparkly dust. Look Brock, your mullet is all glittery now!

[samson]

What the hell.

"What the hell," he says, vigorously raking his fingers through his hair. "Don't get pissed at me 'cause I'm worried about you. You could get eaten or, like, sucked into an air duct or something."

[molotov]

Okay, calm down, Brock, she can't help the fairy dust.

She huffs and puffs, continues to bitch at him, and then darts away to hide in the chandelier, where she peeks through the crystals at him. She doesn't want to be worried over, she can take care of herself!

[samson]

Well, he doesn't have very good experiences with fairies! Remember last year, they were all tying bows and shit in his hair... embarrassing...

Once Brock is pretty sure he has all this dumb sparkly crap out of his luscious golden locks, he whips his head around to try and find her. Goddammit, she got away again...

"Molotov, knock this shit off. Where are you?"

[molotov]

She's a Molotov fairy though, not one of those fairies! She's been a fairy since she woke up, and she has yet to tie even a single ribbon into his hair.

In the chandelier, Molotov continues to just peek at him, the crystals making a very soft noise as they shift around. She will keep hiding as long as she has to, he's being a dick about something she can't control.

[samson]

Well, he doesn't know! Maybe all fairies like to do that! Maybe it's a thing. Brock has been friends with vampires and elves, but he doesn't have much experience with the habits of fairies.

Also, he is not being a dick! He's just worried. He needs to keep her in a little jar (with airholes in the lid, natch) for her own safety.

Eventually, Brock notices the chandelier moving around, and looks up. "Ha!" he says triumphantly. "I see you."

[molotov]

If it was a thing, probably she wouldn't be hiding in the chandelier, far away from his hair! And no, she was not going to be kept in a jar, she absolutely refused! She is an independent little fairy, she can take care of herself.

Molotov makes a mocking motion with her hand, because even if he sees her, it's not like he can get her down. And she's content to stay up here as long as necessary.