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RP with Zelda ((The rest of the shop RP can be found here.))

Raphael sat quietly in his basement crate, surrounded by a fresh batch of ice cubes. His mind, as shallow as it was, had been strangely bothered as of late. He wasn't quite sure why it was as bothered as much as it was. Or maybe he just didn't want to think about it.
Blue eyes fell upon the magical gemstone he'd received not too long ago, where it sat among the myriad of other items. A small hand reached for it, and then proceeded to lift it up to the yellow feien's eye level, where he could examine it mre closely.
Of course, the whole action was just a bit silly, as he'd looked at the gem in this same way many times before. His long moments of alone time were not just spent trying to absorb useless facts from way-too-big books or flying around randomly in speedy little circles. It could be said that the yellow feien had just the tiniest little fondness for his material posessions, even if he didn't realize this fact himself, and as such, when he was tired of reading and flying and couldn't sleep, he would simply glance at his little trinkets. They calmed him down, in the way immaterial concepts could not.
However, Magiale had grown just a bit wary of his horribly untrained and ridiculous use of the rapier- he hadn't really learned much from his first spin with the thing, and had since fainted every time he used it. Well, not quite faint, but he did have a thing for overexerting himself.
The yellow object was turned over carefully in the feien's fingers. It seemed almost to glow.
Gemstones..
A light went off in Raphael's head.
A gemstone! Of course!
He placed the thing carefully on one of the icecubes and gave it a polite smile. Might as well make it comfortable.
"Sorry for staring at you so much." He told it, apologetically. "I've never seen a gemstone so small before! Are you a miniature Feien of some sort?"
Of course, he didn't expect it to answer. Celaien hadn't, after all.
He sighed, and retreated into himself somewhat. That one thing was still bothering him. It bothered him so much, he tried his best to not remember what it was.
"Did you use much paint during your life?" asked the yellow feien in whisper that he himself could barely even hear.
"It changes the colors of things. Even your hands. Maybe I should paint."
He extended from his withdrawn state just far enough to reach for the white paint, which he smeared onto a nearby ice cube with his hand.
A snowflake. How pretty.

Dear Diary:
Bleh. I can't believe myself, leaving stuff laying around like that. >.> I was wondering where I had put that little booklet. Honestly, I'd rather not have Raphy see what an obsessive note-taker I am. He might get scared. Really, he can look at the shop things himself.
Anyway, Easter was lots of fun! It took Raphy only an hour or so to find the eggs (Simara helped him carry them) and then we had breakfast. =) I gave Raphy his own egg (colored yellow, of course) and he...umm, kinda almost ate it all on his own. =3 Hehe.
Then we had lots and lots of chocolate and peeps and candy eggs and stuff. Raphy had a bit of trouble eating all of it, though, so I suppose he can finish his share later. That one egg isn't much to me, but to him it's a feast, isn't it?
I always find that kind of interesting. If humans could be as small as feien, and create machines that small...less fuel would be used, less pollution..
I digress. n.n
Anyways. I introduced Raph to his first movie. Gosh, he's been alive for six months, and he hasn't watched TV ONCE. Can you believe it? Unfortunately his first movie ended up being "Ella Enchanted", which doesn't follow the book AT ALL. I was angry, man. The story they came up with wasn't even that good! The prince was kinda hawt, tho.
After that Raphael went back into his crate. It's spring now, so I've turned the heater off. Hopefully Raphael will be able to live without those ice cubes, 'cause heck knows, I'm not handling anymore of them. Icky things.

Not much had occurred in the Magiale household over the past few weeks. Raphael had spent much of his time in his little crate, finding himself to have an insatiable curiosity for books, and easily remembering things even if he didn't actually know what any of it actually meant. Magiale seemed to be busier lately, but always remembered to come and spend lots of time with Raphael during the weekends, where she would attempt (and fail) to feed him ice cream, and attempt (but barely succeed) to get him to talk to her.
Raphael honestly did try his best. But whenever he saw that ice cream, the only thing he could think of was that it was poison for him and that Magiale didn't know that it was. But as he was shy, he didn't want to be impolite and tell her so. As such, Magiale just assumed that Raphy just didn't like ice cream that much and brought him blueberries instead. He became attached to these at once, and Magiale was pleased.
This Saturday, the human with bunny ears descended the stairs of the basement, a plate of fruit in her hands. She figured if Raphael loved blueberries, he would love strawberries and watermelon and cataloupe and grapes and peaches and apples and pears and oranges and grapefruit - just as much.
She'd only brought strawberries, though - they didn't actually have any other kinds of fruit besides strawberries at that point. Most of the food in their house right now was canned and could last a long time. She figured they might have canned peaches somewhere.
When she got to Raphael's cluttered room, she stepped carefully to the small clearing surrounding the crate. Near the edge of the crate opening was the yellow Raphael, lying on a human-sized piece of paper, painting blotchy yellow and brown markings all over it. Magiale noted that she should probably buy him some new colors.
The feien looked up from his coloring and sat up. He gave her a polite smile and a wave. The human set the plate down and took a closer look at Raphael, puzzled.
"Raphael...what are those markings on you? Did you get hurt?"
"Huh?" he frowned, and looked down. He blushed.
"I-I'm so-sorry..." he mumbled, barely audible. But Magiale could see what happened. She laughed.
"Raphael! You laid on your own drawing, didn't you!" she stiffled her laugh into a giggle. Raphael, seeing that apparently he didn't do anything wrong, allowed himself to smile too, though he wasn't sure what was so funny.
"Anyway, I'm not going to bother cleaning you up. That paint is impossible to wash off."
Raphael nodded, understanding.
"Oh yeah! I have breakfast!"
Magiale picked up the plate and placed it a few inches away from the paper, where Raphael could get to it. He stood and walked towards the plate hesitantly.
"They're strawberries!" she said eagerly, "they're delicious and good for you! Try them!"
Reassured, the yellow feien flew over the plate and touched one of them. They were awfully big.
To Magiale's surprise, the feien didn't use his hand to scoop and eat. Rather, he picked one of the seeds from the strawberries waxy exterior and ate of it. His eyes brightened, but Magiale looked confused.
"Huh? No, silly! You don't eat the seeds, you eat the red part! Here."
She took out a little plastic knife (her parents didn't trust her with real ones) and cut the strawberry in as little pieces as she could manage.
"I think they're sufficiently feien sized, now! Eat."
She watched with a smile as the yellow feien obediently took a piece in both hands and began to chew it. It did taste good.
At that moment, however, Magiale heard a small beep coming from her hand. She checked her watch.
"Raphael, I have to go, okay? See you later!"
The human bounded up the stairs, leaving Raphael with the strawberries. Boy, there were a lot of them.

June 6, 2005

Magiale chewed nervously on her finger tips, checking the clock every so often. It was 5pm, and the parents would be back in exactly one hour. She knew it would be exactly one hour because that was what they had called and told her, and knowing her parents, they wouldn't be even a second late.
She'd placed a confused but compliant Raphael in a dusty old trunk upstairs 15 minutes ago - making sure, of course, to leave the fans on. She realized that the fans would seem rather odd to the parents, considering how high the air conditioning was already. But as horrible as her parent's suspicion might be, the last thing Magiale needed was for the little dear to roast and swelter.
Part of her wanted to go upstairs and check on him, just in case, but another part held her back. She needed to wait. In hopes of finalizing the internal decision, she sat herself down on the stairs that lead upstairs, keeping her eyes on the door.
The two snakes had dissappeared already, thankfully. And it seemed -
Magiale's thoughts were cut short when the doorbell rang.
She sprang to her feet with a jolt. Was it...? No...why would they ring the door to their own house?
Cautiously, Magiale approached the white washed door, attempting to see through the clouded window and screen that hid the entrance hall from intruding eyes. There was a tall, blurred figure standing on the porch, dark, except for a shock of bright red that fuzzed around what appeared to be a face -
She gave a small gasp of recognition and quickly opened the door, wide-eyed at the unexpected appearance of the old friend.
A dark man, covered completely in black except for a shock of frizzy red hair, stared at Magiale from behind his sunglasses and black handkerchief mask. They appraised one another for a few moments before she broke the silence.
"Fuzzy!"
The man visibly winced.
"Magiale, how many times have I told you not to call me that?"
She shrugged in an amused way, leading him inside, and immediately began fussing over him.
"What's with all this heavy clothing? It's almost 90 degrees outside - "
"81, actually."
Magiale waved her hand dismissively at the green snake, who'd just appeared.
"That's still warm enough to..."
She stopped suddenly, looking at Aramis with a horrorstruck look on her face. She glanced quickly at Fuzzy, who'd just removed his black trench coat and was staring at Aramis, who stared back.
"Magiale," stated Fuzzy with a cool edge to his voice, "what are these abominations?"
She noted, with an inward groan, that Simara had also appeared, and was also staring at the stranger from the kitchen doorway.
"That's Aramis - " she pointed at him with a shaky finger, "And the one just arrived is Simara." Neither of them moved when she mentioned them.
"I...see," said Fuzzy, and he tore his eyes from the two snakes (who continued to stare anyway) to glance calmly down at the small teen, who gave a small, nervous smile.
"In those letters - you never mentioned flying snakes." Magiale rubbed at the back of her head.
"I knew how you'd react." she replied quietly.
Fuzzy quickly changed the subject.
"What of the yellow faerie you wrote so much about? Doing well, isn't he?"
Magiale relaxed slightly.
"Yes, yes, he's doing quite well."
"I - ah, wouldn't mind seeing him for myself. I've never seen a real fairy, you see."
Magiale gave a slight laugh.
"You haven't missed much." She moved up the stairs and looked back at Fuzzy expectantly.
"Oh no, you go on ahead," he removed his mask, revealing the bottom of his pale brown face and his rounded nose, "I hope you don't mind if I stay down here."
Magiale frowned, but didn't argue and climbed the stairs, glancing back at the three once she reached the top; they were staring up at her, waiting. She sighed and entered her room.
There was a tiny humming noise reverberating around the pink walls. As her muted footsteps approached the trunk, the humming noise faded and stopped mid note.
Inside the trunk, Raphael clutched at the yellow gemstone that had recently become his new safety blanket, replacing the melt-too-easily ice cubes. It didn't seem to matter to him anymore that the gem could be a dead Feien - what mattered was that it was small and cold, and made him feel safer, somehow. It was almost like a friend, and he had been staring at it when Magiale opened the trunk. He squinted up at her, blinded by the sudden light.
"Come, Raphael," said Magiale with an oddly gentle smile, "we have a guest who wants to meet you."
The idea of meeting a stranger caused Raphael's stomach to twist uncomfortably. However, he nodded and stepped onto Magiale's proferred hand, clutching the little round gem to his chest. She carried him out of the pink room and down the steps, where the quiet forms of Aramis and Fuzzy stared intently at one another. Simara, still stationed near the kitchen doorway, also stared, but seemed more relaxed.
"Ah," smiled Fuzzy as he turned towards Magiale and the small form of Raphael, who had involuntarily panicked and fled behind one of Magiale's pigtails.
"Fear not, small one. I do not harm the gentle-hearted."
Simara gave a small snort, which Fuzzy chose to ignore.
"Gentle hearted?" Raphael peered curiously from behind the gray hair, blue eyes wide.
"It means you are kind and would not hurt a soul. Or so I have heard." He gave Magiale a pointed glance. "You should be proud of your gentle nature, and never deviate from it, or be tempted to commit wicked acts. The easy path is not always the right path, and -"
"Is preaching all you can do?" spoke Simara, who was still staring at Fuzzy with calm consistency.
Raphael, who had been hanging onto Fuzzy's every word, looked confused at the note of hostility in Simara's voice.
Magiale gave a resigned sigh as Fuzzy smartly replied, and gave an offhand glance at the clock. What she saw clearly didn't please her, and what she said next caused Fuzzy to give her a reproving glance.
"Mom and Dad! They're - "
She didn't get a chance to finish. All eyes turned to the door, which had begun toopen.
A short, light-haired man and an only slightly taller dark-haired woman entered their house, the man sunburnt and the woman tanned. Both of them carried a suitcase apiece, the woman also a purse, and both of them had warm smiles which quickly disappeared at the sight that greeted them.

((To be continued))

Dear Diary,
We've returned. I didn't take my diary with me on the trip, but I can tell you what happened.
My parents came home on June the 6th, at exactly 6:00pm, just as they said they would. However, they happened to have arrived at a rather...unfortunate time.
Mom overreacted, just as I imagined she would upon seeing a fairy. A normal mom would care more about the fact that I was alone in the house with a large, marriageable man, but nooo, Mom just cares about the fairies. I mean, a fairy is nothing compared to Simara and Aramis, and Mom lets me keep them.
As for Dad, he's a wimp. I mean, he's nice enough, and he lets me get away with stuff, but he's always taking Mom's side and he doesn't ever contradict her or anything. Annoying.
Anyway, unlike last year, I decided life would just be easier for all of us if Raphy and I just left. We went exploring in the mountains and across the Gaian countryside, staying in a myriad of different places, from hotels and motels and college dormitories to tents, department stores, and in pine trees. We met other fairies and unicorns and tiny hand sized dragons and gigantic spiders and strange creatures that looked somewhat like maggots. Yep. Gaia is an interesting place.
Raphael is, thankfully, still in one piece. We met Fuzzy in a tavern down in the valley, and I think he was part of the reason for us still being alive. Eh heh.
As I've said, Raphy and I are back home again. I think the experience might have changed him, but I dunno. He seems a little different somehow, but really, he's not too different at all. Hm.
While I was gone, I heard news that there was some kind of draft going on at the Feien Shop, and last week or so, the news was going on about the Feien shop's termination. Raphy didn't get drafted, though, thank goodness.
Anyway, I'm tired right now so I'm just going to stay at home, but tomorrow I definitely need to go visit and find out just what's going on. Or maybe Raphy can. It's probably best if he stays out of the house as often as possible - Mom's still here for another couple of weeks or so, and I'm afraid to leave him in the house while she and Dad are still lurking about.
~Magiale~