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"I'm sorry, we can't tell you much right now. Not here. It's not safe." Belladonna replied, stopping for a moment to let everyone catch their breath.
"Is nothing safe around here?" Nathan asked with a little sarcasm.
"It used to be," Belladonna replied, her darks eyes seeming to grow darker with a look of sadness. The look was soon replaced with her normal stone face. "Those days are over now." She looked back to Kamry. "As for clothes, we'll get you those when we get where we're going."
"and where is that?" Dave asked.
"I can't tell you out here. If we can keep moving, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can tell you a little more." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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Fifteen minutes' more fast walking (not so fast for the taller humans) brought them to...a hole in the ground. In the middle of the forest. Bella promptly disappeared down it, followed by Bianca, who poked her head back up and motioned for the humans to follow. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Bella walked through the 'hole' for some time without any aid of light.
"Erm It's a little dark in here." Someone said from behind her.
"Almost there." Belladonna replied. A few minutes later there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
"Oh no, I'm dead." Came another voice.
"You're not dead." Belladonna rolled her eyes thought you couldn't see it in the dark.
They turned a corner and much to the surprise of the humans there was a door in the stone wall. Bella opened it, and stepped aside. No one moved.
"Are you coming in or not?" She questioned.
The group soon entered, the humans having to bend to get through the smaller door. Once through, the ceiling was much larger than the door, human size infact. The room they had entered was nicely decorated. To a sprite that is. The humans on the other hand looked around in confusion.
"Welcome to our home." Bianca chirped. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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"That is a lot of pink," Dave remarked.
"Yeah. Very pink," agreed Nate.
"Well, aren't we just the eloquent pair?" Kamry.
"Shut up." Dave and Nate together.
Bella turned to Bianca. "Are humans always like this?"
"They're arguing," Bianca replied. "I like it!" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Bella shook her head at Bianca.
"As I said, of course you like it you're you." She then turned to the humans.
"The pink was Bianca's choice, she likes pink. My room is entirely different."
"Are you sure? This pink seems to go on forever." Dave replied, looking aorund the house.
"Yes, it's blue if you must know." Bella replied.
"Yes, I must." Dave grinned, and went back to the three doors that lined the back wall, trying to find Bella's room just to make her mad. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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Upon opening the door, he felt as if he'd stepped out of an airplane. It was not just blue, it was...sky. And not just any ordinary sky blue. Some kind of magic had apparently been used to make the walls and floor actually look like sky, complete with clouds. "Yes...that is...very blue..." He quickly backed out and closed the door, fighting his slight fear of heights. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Bella frowned.
"Well don't aprove or anything. You humans are hard to please." She shrugged. "I suppose you're all hungry?" "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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Dave considered the question for a moment, then realized that yes, he was in fact hungry. And even if not, did he know when the next meal might be? "Yep, I'm hungry."
"I'm hungry, too..." Bianca remarked, eyes flicking between the males. A small pink tongue darted out once, across her lip, then back in. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Really Bianca." Belladonna tisked.
"Alright, I'll have to cook something. There's not a stitck of premade in here." She began walking towards the very large kitchen. At least it was assumed to be the kitchen. The utinsles were nto all like human ones. Some of them looked like something out of a horror film.
"Riiiight. What exactly do you eat around here?" Dave asked carefully. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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As his eyes moved around the kitchen, Dave felt something warm move across his bare back - when his head snapped around the sensation disappeared, and he just caught a glimpse of Bianca hopping off to the side, where it would look less like she was near him. Strange...but not entirely unpleasant. There was a bit of a chill down in this hole. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Belladonna sighed.
"Why don't you three go into that room," she nodded at a fourth door. "You'll find some clothes in there."
Bianca began to follow.
"Bianca and I! Will make something to eat." She snapped.
Bianca grumbled, but stayed. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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Inside the room with the door closed, Dave leaned toward it to listen as a not too soft "discussion" began between the sprites. Nathan & Kamry, however, explored what the room had to offer.
"Honestly, Bianca, you could tone it down a little. You don't want to scare them off," Belladonna chided, her voice mixing with the clanging of pots & pans.
"I didn't think they would be so...yummy...when I agreed to this job, Bella. I can't help myself. You know how I get," Bianca's sweet voice replied, close to the door. Dave could swear he heard a fingernail scrape against the wood.
"Yes," said Belladonna, "and it's that 'getting' that will 'get' us into trouble." She sniffed. "Even with all that passion, you'd think you'd learn how to control it by now."
Bianca huffed, a high pitched sound. She turned from the door, & leaned herself onto it with a thud. "I think I'm doing a fine job of controlling it, given the circumstances."
"That remains to be seen." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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A moment of silence passed, & Dave almost stopped listening, until the conversation began again. "Bella," Bianca said in an almost fearful voice, "do you know why they were called?"
The flat, dry tone of the other sprite rose over the sounds of food preparation...whatever food it was. "Belladonna, Bianca. And no, I don't. I just know we are supposed to lead them in their journey, and help them succeed."
"And if they don't..."
"We try not to think of that." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Belladonna busied herself with preparing the food. It was true, she didn't know much about why the humans were sent. She did know some, but she didn't want to tell Bianca. Not yet anyway. After all, she was still confused with most of it and had yet to figure it all out.
(yeah my muse just went kapoot. So that's all you get  ) "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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Nate had begun pawing through a largish wardrobe when Dave turned around from the door. "So. Apparently they're hear to guide us through some sort of journey."
"What?" Kamry looked up from her observations of the articles Nate was revealing. So far they'd seen several pairs of what looked like randomly sized, well-used jeans, some button-up shirts of various patterns and sizes, also apparently used, and newer looking clothes. The newer looking clothes seemed to be pretty close to all the same size, and were of nicer looking materials - appeared soft, some thin, some looking relatively silky.
"Yeah. Was just listening through the door, they're kind of arguing out there. Apparently they're supposed to lead us through some journey, they don't know why we were 'called' here, Bianca sounds rather nervous, and they don't want to think about what will happen if we fail at whatever it is we're supposed to be doing. Oh, and it seems Bianca is 'full of passion'."
Nate rolled his eyes. "Gee, you think? She's got nympho written all over her."
"Yeah. So anyway. Find anything decent, clothing-wise?"
Kamry pulled out a big, pink silk shirt. "You could try this on..."
"Umm...thanks, but no." Dave moved forward and began rummaging through himself. After a minute or two he'd selected a large pair of black pants, some leather slip-on type shoes/sandals, and a greenish/bluish shirt that seemed to be a kind of canvas lined with cotton.
"You look ridiculous," Kamry observed. "Why doesn't anybody bother to teach men how to pick good outfits?"
"Because we don't care," Nate replied. "We just want to be comfortable."
"And this sure as hell is!" Dave smiled. He was evidently quite happy with his find.
True to her position, Kamry managed to match up a more feminine pair of light-blue pants with nicer sandals and a white blouse. Nate took approximately a fourth of the time she required, and came out with footwear similar to Dave's, simple brown pants, and an old grey long-sleeved t-shirt. "It's all about comfort."
"Damn skippy," Dave agreed. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Are you done in there?" Belladonna's flat voice called from the main room. "The food is ready. Come eat it before we have uninvited visitors!"
Dave, Nate & Kamry looked at one another, unsure that they wanted to know what "uninvited visitors" she referred to. They exited the room to find Bianca perched, literally, on a chair at a table made from a wooden tree stump. Belladonna sat in a proper way, & raised an eyebrow at them. Bianca simply stared. "You looked better the other way," Bianca pouted, receiving a glare from Belladonna.
"Sit down. Eat. Quickly," Belladonna commanded. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Or you will suffer the wrath of the spork!" a voice piped up from the table. Theses are evil....VERY evil, someone rescue me pls!
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Bianca groaned loudly from her place, shoulders heaving. "Not you again!" she moaned. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"I thought I told you not to hang around here anymore!" Belladonna stated, clearly at least a little annoyed. "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." - George S. Patton
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"Dude!" Dave looked to Nate.
"Dude!" Nate responded.
"A talking spork!! Dude, what's your name?"
"Dr. Spork," the voice replied from the table. Dave snatched it up immediately.
"Makes sense, I suppose," he said, holding Dr. Spork up in front of his face. "But why the doctor part?"
"Oh, just insult me, why don't you! I didn't study that long just to be plain old Spork!"
"Sorry, sorry, just curious..."
"That's alright. Nobody wants me around here, as you just saw."
"Oh, sure, play the pity points," Bella rolled her eyes.
"Dude! Lay off the anti-sporkage! I'm keepin' 'im!" Dave shoved the utensil protectively into the chest pocket of his shirt. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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