fairy dust -- one x one josie; and leopard

[indebted]

Fairy dust is magical. Oh, magical, magical. But when a time traveling
boy is hired by a secret organization to kidnap a girl who loves stars,
fairy dust is tainted and stars will burn. Night will cry. the dark will
rise, and all because of a boy who thought that 200 gold coins were a
great price for a little girl. Easy as cake, it was. Or, at least, how easy
it was supposed to be. Because she isn't any little girl who loves the
stars.

[Lacuna]

ᴀɢᴇ: 17
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: male
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5' 8"
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 155 lbs
ʜᴀɪʀ: dark brown
ᴇʏᴇs: brown
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: average, not muscular
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: time traveller [apprentice]
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: confident, emotionally immature, likable, curious, rash

[Lacuna]

Vᴀʟʟᴇɴ {

The boy tapped his foot impatiently as he waited; the note has specified that he was to arrive in this location almost an hour previously. He wondered if they were testing him, and if he should leave, but his curiousity bound him to the sidewalk outside of a closed restaurant. It was getting late, almost midnight, and the time traveller whom he apprenticed for would be wondering why he hadn't come home. Still, he didn't really have a curfew. There was nothing to stop him from waiting until this "Mister Night" arrived.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a man walked up to him, as if appearing from nowhere. Vallen wouldn't have been surprised if his perception was true--time traveling wasn't the only once fabled skill one could learn; the man could have teleported. If he could teleport, though, Vallen thought, he should have shown up a while ago. Confidently, Vallen stepped forward. "Mister Night?" he inquired, taking a closer look at the man. He had bright blue eyes framed by copper glasses, and a hat hid most of his short brown hair. The rest of his clothes were black--Mister Night indeed. He wasn't too much taller than Vallen, but seemed to have a much larger presence than the teen.

"Good evening, Vallen," the man said, and it could only be assumed that he was indeed the visitor Vallen was waiting for. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. My colleagues and I are interested in your unique abilities." Vallen wasn't surprised to learn that the man was looking for him to time travel for him. Though it was common knowledge that time travel was possible, very few attempted to learn the art due to the risks and the time it took to learn. Always better to hire someone rather than study for most of one's life. Vallen was still three years from completing his training, but he knew enough to impress people and travel into the past.

When Vallen didn't respond, the man continued speaking. "This is what I would like you to find," he informed Vallen. He passed the teen a picture of a girl, about 14 or 15. "More information will be sent to you about her, but for now, know this is your task."

"What's in it for me?" Vallen asked, rather impolitely.

"Oh, I think we can make it worth your while," Mister Night replied, ignoring Vallen's tone, and Vallen saw a glitter of gold in his hand. "You'll know soon when you must go. Wait for us to send word."

Unable to resist the lure of money, Vallen nodded, thinking the job couldn't be that hard. With gold, he could buy almost anything he desired. Mister Night nodded, took two steps, and disappeared.

[indebted]

Vᴀʟʟᴇɴ {

The boy tapped his foot impatiently as he waited; the note has specified that he was to arrive in this location almost an hour previously. He wondered if they were testing him, and if he should leave, but his curiousity bound him to the sidewalk outside of a closed restaurant. It was getting late, almost midnight, and the time traveller whom he apprenticed for would be wondering why he hadn't come home. Still, he didn't really have a curfew. There was nothing to stop him from waiting until this "Mister Night" arrived.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a man walked up to him, as if appearing from nowhere. Vallen wouldn't have been surprised if his perception was true--time traveling wasn't the only once fabled skill one could learn; the man could have teleported. If he could teleport, though, Vallen thought, he should have shown up a while ago. Confidently, Vallen stepped forward. "Mister Night?" he inquired, taking a closer look at the man. He had bright blue eyes framed by copper glasses, and a hat hid most of his short brown hair. The rest of his clothes were black--Mister Night indeed. He wasn't too much taller than Vallen, but seemed to have a much larger presence than the teen.

"Good evening, Vallen," the man said, and it could only be assumed that he was indeed the visitor Vallen was waiting for. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. My colleagues and I are interested in your unique abilities." Vallen wasn't surprised to learn that the man was looking for him to time travel for him. Though it was common knowledge that time travel was possible, very few attempted to learn the art due to the risks and the time it took to learn. Always better to hire someone rather than study for most of one's life. Vallen was still three years from completing his training, but he knew enough to impress people and travel into the past.

When Vallen didn't respond, the man continued speaking. "This is what I would like you to find," he informed Vallen. He passed the teen a picture of a girl, about 14 or 15. "More information will be sent to you about her, but for now, know this is your task."

"What's in it for me?" Vallen asked, rather impolitely.

"Oh, I think we can make it worth your while," Mister Night replied, ignoring Vallen's tone, and Vallen saw a glitter of gold in his hand. "You'll know soon when you must go. Wait for us to send word."

Unable to resist the lure of money, Vallen nodded, thinking the job couldn't be that hard. With gold, he could buy almost anything he desired. Mister Night nodded, took two steps, and disappeared.

Cʜɪʜᴀʀᴜ Pᴏɪssᴏɴ

"Miss Poisson, your father doesn't want you in there!" Chiharu's governess squirmed uncomfortably, unhappy with what the young French girl was doing. She ignored her aristocrat governess and kept climbing the large boulders that lined the beach where their summer house was placed. "Miss Poisson, your father gave strict order that you were only to walk along the beach. He did not say you were allowed to climb the boulders, Miss Poisson. Please get down, miss. Please! Your father will be very angry if he finds you with scraped knees. You are to--"

"I know," Chiharu interrupted rudely. "I don't care. I'm going to get married to the future king of Austria, yes, I am aware of that fact. Please don't lecture me, Miss Sintrair. I am also sure my very protective father would hate that you scolded me." She gave Sintrair a glare that her mother would have been proud of if she was still living. "Thank you," she snapped curtly, once again behaving with etiquette that was expected of her lineage. "But I am perfectly content to climb, and I am certain I will not fall." She hitched up her dress, wincing in pain when the metal structure brushed against her hips.

"Miss, please come down--" Her fearful governess was interrupted by a sharp, scolding shout of her father. She sighed. Oh, her father, the king of France, had returned, hadn't he, from that important thing he'd had to go to.

"Chiharu Poisson, get down from those boulders right now!" Chiharu climbed down methodically. "Your mother died of tuberculosis. But she may have died by falling from those rocks! Not only could you have died, you could have ruined our chance at peace with Austria. This is very important, as they were our former enemies. The importance of it all. You could have ruined our entire country! Ravaged it with war! Because of a foolish thought that climbing some slippery rocks on the beach might be fun." The King, in all his splendor, with wig on head and dressed up.

"Yes, father. I will go to my room and get ready." Sighing internally the girl trudged up to her summer room until her father howled at her not to trudge and to carry herself with elegance and poise. She sucked in her gut and continued trekking up the hill before reaching the house where she would be judged fit or unfit as the Queen of Austria. Inside her bland white room she found her hairdresser waiting and her ladies-in-waiting, quite ready to start dressing her and prepping her hair. It was annoying, their persistence in these matters. Any other lady would have given up on her.

They were silent as they worked and Chiharu looked in her vanity mirror at the face that was reflected back. Beautiful soft golden hair, slightly tainted with some brunette roots, blue eyes like a summer lake, and a pale face. She was pretty, much like her mother, but not as pretty as some of the girls she had seen in Austria. She wished she were that pretty, but she wasn't, and she would have to do with her slightly uglier face. She had red lips, a bit thin and not at all plump, and a slim, foxy face and a long nose. She had delicate looking eyelashes, but they weren't very long and were closer to her eyelids than most.

[Lacuna]

Vᴀʟʟᴇɴ {

The next few days passed surprisingly without incident for Vallen, who was known to bring his master to fits of rage over his antics. If it had been possible, Isaias probably would have found a different apprentice, but it was rare that someone showed the aptitude for time travel that Vallen possessed. Finally, a letter arrived at his master's home addressed to him, looking very similar to the first he had received from the mysterious Mister Night. He opened it with more care than he showed most things, excited about the riches that were to brighten his future. He scanned the letter once, quickly, before tucking it into his pocket.

Calling to Master Isaias that he would be back soon, he left the master's home, where he lived in a spare room, and walked out into the sunshine and down to the beach. It was an uncommonly nice day, not at all the kind of day one would expect to leave on a mission to kidnap the Queen of Austria, though the girl he was set to acquire was much younger than the queen. His theft would keep her from marrying the man she was betrothed to--and that was all. He would have no knowledge of what happened to her afterwards, and that was alright with him. The gold in his pocket afterward would make it worth his while.

And only fifty years in the past! he thought. It was simple in the grand scheme of things, and Vallen had tested himself on much longer periods of time. The only worry he possessed was of his absence from the present, but if he was quick--Vallen decided that it was his best bet to leave immediately, sparing more excuses to his master. Out of his pocket he pulled a watch with intricately carved symbols decorating it and popped it open, revealing the face. This was no ordinary watch, but an heirloom from his grandfather who had also been a time traveller. It showed the present time, but one who used it only for such a purpose was wasting its potential.

With a few adjustments of the various knobs and dials on the watch, the time was set. The letter had specified that Chiharu Poisson would be on this beach fifty years in the past, and that was when Vallen planned to go. Stepping behind a boulder on the edge of the beach, he concealed himself from the sand. With a careful check of his watch he closed his eyes, and then pressed a button. He felt a sensation as if he flew, before landing gracefully on sand that resembled that which he had just left. Smiling to himself, Vallen returned the watch to his pocket.

Vallen heard voices, and quickly ducked lower behind the rocks. "Yes, father. I will go to my room and get ready," a young girl said, and then he heard the sounds of walking in sand, before a man yelled and he no longer heard anything. Creeping to the side of his protections he watched as a young blonde girl left the beach and entered a home. An older woman and the man who he assumed had been the owner of the second voice disappeared after her, entering the structure as well.

Following, Vallen was careful to be quiet. After searching for only a few moments he found the girl's room, and watched intently through a window as several woman did their best to fix windswept hair, fussing over the girl. No one looked his way--the girl was as focused on a mirror as the others were on her hair. This will be easier than I thought, Vallen mused. Wait until the ladies leave, and grab the girl.

[indebted]

[Sorry, in a rush]

Chiharu felt very faint. She was to meet the King of Austria in less than an hour. Her hairdressers were admiring their handiwork and about to leave, her ladies in waiting readying the dress. She gulped; there were surely many prettier girls in Austria. Was this only because she was a Princess and the others were probably commoners? If so, it wasn't too bad to marry a commoner anymore, as her own mother had been a commoner...

"Now, Miss Poisson," the hairdresser fussed. "Stay still or I'll mess up your hair and you won't be able to marry the Prince." Chiharu was not a princess who did not want to marry a prince. She was not someone who wished she could choose who she married. She was afraid that the Prince would be horrible and that Austria would have no pastries. Worst case scenario, and it might come true. What was Austria famous for, anyways? Boats? She squinted as she tried to think but came up with no satisfactory answers whatsoever. To think she could be stuck on Austria. she shivered.

The ladies' and haridresser's voices flooded together in a sudden rush of water and threatened to drown Chiharu in fear. Talking about how pretty that girl in court at Austria was, much prettier than the girl they'd been dumped with. They were sure that she would be the Queen and not this girl, because she was ugly and didn't look much like her mum. Chiharu took a deep breath and thought about reporting them. That would be nice. No more hairdresser! No more ladies! She dare to smile. No more governess! No, that was asking too much.

Chiharu stood up once the ladies had finished and felt a sudden, primitive urge of fear. It wasn't because of the Prince or the marriage proposal sure to come in less than an hour. It was like she was being watched. The ladies gathered up their makeup kits and the haridresser picked up her hair tools, including a comb and other sharp pointy objects. Chiharu was afraid now, deeply afraid. Something was going to happen to her, she could feel it.

"Well, darling, we will leave now," they purred, beginning to set foot out the door. Chiharu's heart raced. She could feel it thumping in her heart. Tears pricked the edges of her eyes but she steadied herself and blinked back those horrified tears. Dignity, poise, and elegance. Essential. Always as essential as food and water, her father had said. Then he'd left and told the governess to keep teaching her.

"Please stay." She was firm but sweet at the same time. Her mother might have praised her right now, if she was not dead of tuberculosis. But she was. She bit her lip as a frown came over her face, thinking of her mother, probably 6 feet in the ground right now. "I said please stay," she snapped as the ladies started chuckling and set foot out the door.

"Whatever for?" they demanded, and disappeared onto the beach.

[Lacuna]

Vᴀʟʟᴇɴ {

As Vallen watched from the window, it almost made him feel better to see that the girl was being tormented by the women who attended her. He might have felt a twinge of guilt if he was taking her from a life she enjoyed, but from the sound of things it was a cruel world where the girl wasn't pretty enough. Vallen found that preposterous--the girl was beautiful. Not that he was really paying attention, of course. He was focused on his mission and the gold coins he had been promised.

Vallen almost feel asleep waiting for them to finish fussing with the girl's hair. His back pressed against the siding of the house, that amount of discomfort keeping him from dozing as he wished. Finally he heard the women state that they were going to leave the girl, and he crouched once again but did not dare to peer into the room. He knew that this was his chance. Surprised, he heard her say that she did not want them to leave, which he couldn't understand. Just moments ago they had been tormenting her with stories of girls prettier than her, and now she wanted them to stay? It didn't make sense.

His luck held though, and the ladies left the room. He didn't hear anything for a moment, and decided he had better make this quick, before Chiharu left as well. It didn't matter where she stood or which way he faced, he was sure. He had the element of surprise, and was very quick. Vallen peered over the sill just enough to see her location and nimbly leaped over, reaching for her in a bear hug, his movements quick and sure. As he reached he whispered, "Don't scream." He knew that it wasn't the best thing to say to a frightened person, but he hadn't really thought his kidnapping dialogue through.

[indebted]

The second the boy came in and told her not to scream, she screamed. What? It was natural. She was going to get kidnapped and God, she was seeing the Prince of Austria in less than an hour. she couldn't exactly scream with poise and elegance, though, so she flailed around awkwardly, only managing to slap him in the face and kick him with as much ferocity as she could. But work as she might, she was a rather weak girl, being pampered by the whole country of France. However, she remembered her governess complaining about how painfully she would bite her as a child.

She bit him with her sharp canines, sinking deep in. She hoped she would draw blood or at least that his scream would be loud enough so the whole of France could hear. She had vowed to herself that she would impress her father with her magic manners, and a random hoodlum was not about to ruin her chance at respect in the society. Not at all, not at all. Weak though she was, she was certainly determined, and as some other French person or maybe Greek or possibly Roman had said, determination was a great ally. Perhaps that was her governess. But still.

She would not, could not, and would not, oh she'd thought that already, let a juvenile delinquent capture her. No way! Not on the day that she was to dazzle Austria and French with her dancing and manners and beauty. Not that the beauty part would matter, after all those pretty girls--or at least from what her hairdressers had said, Austrian girls were extremely pretty. No, she would have to settle for manners and dancing. Inwardly she was afraid. Her dress hem was so long that she was sure she'd trip over it. The hoodlum boy deserved another bite.

Angrily she bit him again, resigned to make him let go of her. Didn't he know it was extremely rude? Who was he, a suitor? If he was a suitor he should have known that she was going to get married to the King of Austria. She was told he would be very handsome, while this boy, well, she'd seen more handsome. She sniffed disdainfully. And what was he wearing? No wig, either, He had to be a peasant. But he looked almost futuristic, ha ha, no way, not like he was a time traveller or something. Those people existed only in the fantasy based tales the peasants told.

[Lacuna]

Vᴀʟʟᴇɴ {

Vallen took the slap and the kicks without breaking his hold on the girl. Ferocious as she was, she was a princess, never trained in any sort of combat. Her scream he silenced with a hand over her mouth, pressing against her lips. He hoped that the ladies who had attended her were far enough away that they had not heard Chiharu's frantic vocalizations. As he moved to step back towards the window her teeth sunk into his hand, surprisingly sharp. He breathed a curse, but refused to scream in pain--he wasn't a weak maiden, destined to be a queen. Or, not so destined, he smirked and thought to himself.

She weighed almost nothing, and he was able to easily carry her to the window he had entered. When she bit him the second time he felt blood start to trickle down his knuckles but ignored it. Vallen wouldn't have said that it didn't hurt, but it was definitely worth it. He swung up and over the window sill, dropping onto the ground outside the window with less of a thump than he had expected. However, the noise was still audible and echoed against the footsteps he began to hear approaching the room he had just left. Looking down at the girl he carried, he knew he would never make it down to the beach with her without raising an alarm.

More rocks rose to the side of the house, away from the beach, seemingly beginning to build the hills in the distance. He made a break for it, running with the girl in his arms. She thrashed and refused to make it easy for him, but before inquisitive heads could pop out of the window they had exited they were hidden behind a boulder. Thinking fast, he said, "They are assassins waiting! I'm saving you."

Even to Vallen this did not sound very convincing, but he hoped that it would buy him a few seconds to bring out his watch and transport them back to his present. He didn't really feel bad about what he had done--he was saving the girl from being married to some stuck up prince anyway. Vallen could see she didn't like being fussed over, and that was what she was in for, for the rest of her life. With a few quick calculations he set the time, and reached to wrap the watch's chain around Chiharu so she would be transported as well. "You've got to trust me," he added, hoping that she would believe him even the tiniest bit.

[indebted]

{sorry/ >.< I'm sort of preoccupied with schoo.