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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy is still the size of a bullet, and VERY VERY TIRED OF BEING IGNORED BY ALL YOU BIG PEOPLE. So here she is, sitting in the middle of a flock of minuscule, brightly-colored birds. She's surrounded by a faint, cool glow. He mouth is wide open and more of the little jewel-colored creatures are spilling out onto the plane every moment as she croons a tuneless little song.]

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[lamb_of_gold]

[Here comes an extremely put-out looking Gentlemountain for you, Cy]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[KASJD CROUCHES AND PREPARES TO FLEE IF NOT SPOTTED.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Sits on the outskirts, sees her and waves a tiny bit.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Wanders over, the birds ignoring her.] What's the matter, Gentlemountain?

[lamb_of_gold]

Nothing you need worry over, Cy [pet]

[contract_star]

[Watching from a distance, silently. At a pause in her song, he disappears for a moment. He comes back with the chibikko hammer and, wordlessly, taps her very very gently with it.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[The teensy birds scatter like dandelion seeds as she returns to her normal size with a pop. And there's Hei. And this would be Cy melting again.]

[contract_star]

Cy...don't do that. You can keep singing--don't worry, I'll go.

[And he does turn to go.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Pouncing rather desperately on his foot.] I can sing for you, too! Can I sing for you?

[mercwamouth]

[Comes running]

YOU'RE A KITTY!!!!111

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[lKDJALSD SCRAMBLING AWAY, scattering tiny birds and specks of bright color]

[mercwamouth]

[Runs after]

Wait! I just want you to fill the void of my empty childhood

...

And maybe the empty chamber in my gun!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[WHY MUST BIG THINGS CATCH UP SO FAST?] Leave me alone!

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

...What the hell...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Teeny tiny headtilt.] What's the matter, un?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

What're those? And why're you so small?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

They're birds. And I hit my head.

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[Puck spots the shiny and crouches a foot or two away.] ... Kitty?... i-it's fairy magic, isn't it...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt, eyes as small as pinpoints glittering cool, unnatural colors.] It's a cat thing, fairy-tailor.

[bacchusfairy.livejournal.com]

[Puck is entranced, of course.]

Cats don't puke up birds... unless they're sick...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Purrrr.] Not puking. Making!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[here, a Master] ...What are you doing? [he is bored and avoiding his reality! :D]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Yay avoidance! \o\]

I'm making birds.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

That you are. [he grins a bit] And how are you doing that?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I don't know. [Headtilt] It's a cat thing. I like making birds.