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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 17, 2016 11:26:38 GMT -8
Under the soft glow of bio-luminescent mushrooms, Maxwell pooled over the scattered remnants of a sorry looking candy stash. A faded and tired smile hanging lifelessly across his jaw as he sorted and counted the dismal remains of Hotshots, Licorice, and candy wrappers for the twentieth time. This last Halloween hadn't been the very best harvest for sugary snacks. All of what he had painstakingly collected with his kindred little Bunny was diminished, a stock hold that had commonly lasted them the year downed in a mere fraction of a season. His sweet tooth would complain it was the workings of the jabberer-wocky, if only to keep face, but he knew better who's fault it was that his stash had not met quota.
Much as it was behind him, Halloween was always at the corner of his mind, like the dwelling insanity of a Maddened Hatter pining for a time. He had slept less and played more to distract himself from his and the worries of others, and had forgotten to ration their sweets while His gluttony for sugar ran rampant to keep him stable through the holidays. Christmas had had it's distractions but without his sugar, Maxwell was as addled as an Alcoholic without his Gin.
Given, it wasn't so hard to get a quick fix by making a trip to the kitchen--there was always a steady supply of sugar cubes for the lovers of tea and cookies, but this wasn't a matter of his lack of candy to crunch so much of the matter of having eaten the better half of bunny's share. They both knew what Maxwell was capable to engorge, but he'd be damned to let his little rabbit cue in on Maxwell's recent bindging habit. Maybe if he filled the bottom of the candy chest with wrappers and papers, Bunny would be none the wiser until he refilled it.
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Post by luckyrabbit on Jan 17, 2016 12:54:21 GMT -8
A little ways past Maxwell was Walter, rolled into the blanket that had been the roof of a pillow fort a few weeks before, now replaced with colorful umbrellas strung up with ribbons stolen from this years Christmas decorations. He was quite happy with this arrangement since it gave way to more of the light from the mushrooms. But there was something amiss in the room...
The little boy shifted his gaze from the drawing he was making to his friend who was still bent over the treasure chest being uncharacteristically quiet. Now, Walter had gotten so used to Maxwell's weird mannerisms over what was nearing a century that the only thing that phrased him was when the rainbow man was not giggling or singing to himself, and quite frankly this silence only being interrupted by low steady counting over and over with the crackling of plastic wrapping was starting to get to him.
“What are you brooding over the chest for?”
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 17, 2016 13:47:01 GMT -8
In all his fuss, Maxwell had nearly forgotten about Walter napping in the corner. Bumbling about in his own thoughts, he'd almost imagined he was besides himself. With a startled laugh, Maxwell hastely packed the chest full of it's wrappers and candies so as to shove it back onto it's designated stand. "Cuz I'm a chicken! that''s what chicken do! They brood!", He'd jest , clucking like an old hen. "What are you napping for? It's too early to be sleeping. Day dreams are for class rooms and sunny window sills."
Fixing himself with a better smile suiting to his company, Maxwell busied his hands with inspecting the shelves and the many toys and gadgets he kept there. He fiddled with the mickey mouse pez dispensers lined on the top shelf, popping their heads playfully in hopes a left over pill or two might pop out, and peeked inside the numerous little boxes and baubles tucked on every shelf, seeking some manner of secret stash to nibble on. Alas, everything was empty. Hardly even a dust of confectionery left to be licked up. It was maddening enough the man cursed a fowl "Cock-a-dood-a-loo~!".
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Post by luckyrabbit on Jan 17, 2016 15:06:28 GMT -8
Not changing his expression from that questioning look with the quirked eyebrow Walter watched his friend crash around the room clucking while frantically pulling out every pez dispenser and random assortments of boxes from the shelf. The rainbow man might as well be screaming “Evasive manoeuvre!!!” at the top of his lungs, that much Walter knew, but why?
“Maxwell?” Leaving the coloured pencil back next to the paper on the floor Walter stood up, keeping the blanket around him like a cape. His friend had been acting somewhat strange after Halloween, granted, most of that probably had to do with getting wrapped up in bandages, but this was not feeling like that kind of weird. It was almost like he was being avoided. He drew the blanked closer around himself. “Is everything ok?”
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 17, 2016 15:47:58 GMT -8
"Cluck, cluck, clucker, cluckin, BAWK--" A few of the empty containers went flying over Maxwell's head with a nearly irritable toss. Others promptly returned to their stead with a firm clatter. While he was having a Hen-frenzy, he could hear Walter just paces behind him, the boy's concern ebbing from his voice and warning Maxwell he was making himself too obvious. Running out of containers to tear from the shelves, Maxwell froze and rapped his fingers against his hungry lips. His teeth daring to nibble at his sugar colored skin to calm himself down.
He evaded looking directly at Walter just yet, scanning the room one last time with a look that expected giant candied spiders to leap out at him at any moment. But when none appeared, the Rainbow reluctantly focused his attention on his young apprentice with a thinning smile. "I think we have an infestation, Bunny. Sugar Plum Fairy's. those dastardly fiends---stole all our candy!"
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Post by luckyrabbit on Jan 23, 2016 6:00:03 GMT -8
Walters eyes widened. “The sugar plums? But we have a...” stopping his arm mid gesture towards the shelves above the candy chest he furrowed his brows. With the blanket billowing around him like a cape he swiftly made his way across the floor, skipping over a few of Maxwell's scattered boxes, and came to a stop in front of the chest. However, instead of opening it to check Maxwell's claim he directed his attention to the shelf above to fiddle with something.
Letting the blanket drop to the floor, holding out a piece of colourful silk ribbon in front of him so Maxwell could see, he let out a cry of devastation. “Our fairy ring is missing!”
A pained look was painted upon the boy's face as he came running back over to his friend, practically shoving the coloured ribbon in his face. “They got to the chest because we don't have a fairy ring!” This was a serious matter. Without the fairy ring the sugar plum fairy would be back and swoop it all away no matter how hard they worked to refill the chest. Walter was standing on his toes, his nose only an inch from Maxwell's, squinting an angry glare.
“We'll get another one and refill the chest. Today.” He clutched the ribbon tightly. “I'll be damned if we let those Sugar Plums have any time gloat a victory over us.”
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 23, 2016 9:07:04 GMT -8
Walters malleability was heaven sent, bless him an his pure, imaginative little heart. The fierceness in his eyes, hanging nose to nose to Maxwell, was almost worrisome, but when directed in a vengeance against their invisible Sugar foe, it was admirable at best. He was so proud of the little guy, He had so much passion!
Feeding off the young mans energy and clapping his shoulders, Maxwell nodded firmly with renewed enthusiasm. "We'll have to take precautions. Plums is tricky as butterflies. They'd take it from right under our noses before we even got it to the chest. We gotta get the Fairy ring first..." Where to get one, though. And where even did the first one go? Did they ever have one? No, no, of course they had one. It was silver with the a little flowers and the color changing sto--- oh.... Maybe he borrowed it.
Oops....
"Let's hurry! To the flower field!" Whirling away from Walter, Maxwell began grabbing up gear and throwing it down on the blanket. An umbrella from their fort, the ribbon attached to it, and a few fairy tale coloring books. A box of Crayons joined the mess, a scribbled on world map he tore down from the wall and a couple of jelly fishing nets--just in case. "We'll get a BETTER Fairy ring from the living world. maybe Two, just in case....!"
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Post by luckyrabbit on Jan 23, 2016 13:17:15 GMT -8
Maxwell the whirlwind charged ahead with packing all sorts of things, Walter following suit as soon as he caught up with the fact they were leaving. The boy dived into the shelves to pull out a black backpack with a red fox logo, sending the clutter of toys that had been on top of it down on the floor. “Two!” He agreed. One for the chest and one for the door so the fairy couldn't ever come back in.
Scrambling to keep up with his friend through the hallway to the open fields beyond he held the backpack with the essentials of an adventure in one hand (a tube map, timetables for trains, his phone, post it notes and different coloured pens), whilst putting on his new Oswald knitted hat with the other.
“Where are we going to get the fairy ring?” Hopefully not somewhere that was very cold, he thought to himself. No reaps listed for today had meant that he was not expecting to step outside and was wearing his red overall shorts with a long sleeve striped shirt together with his new hat. Good for running around HQ, but he might catch a cold if the place had a lot of snow. He didn't like having colds.
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 24, 2016 16:26:09 GMT -8
Maxwell didn't care to take the time to use a proper bag. His butterfly backpack was left in it's corner of the room while the man wrapped up the blanket into a knotted bag that he strung over his shoulder like a common burglar. It was suiting for their spur of the moment venture. If he had a stick to tie it too, He and his Bunny would look like a couple of run away renegades. Wouldn't that be a sight, as they frolicked across the fields?
Batting at flowers as they went, keeping pace until he caught one that snapped into his hand, Maxwell giggled a bewildered reply. "Gosh, I dunno! There's LOTS of places to buy 'em. There's all them neat ring shops that sell the shiniest rocks ya ever saw. But--Them new one is junk. They just don't hold up! We gotta go somewhere's with the OLD one's...." Jogging to a pause, Maxwell twirled the golden Chrysanthemum head in his fingers. "Chicago. New York. Dallas. Vegas. Naw, it's gotta be OLDER than this stew pot. Say, Bunny, ain't you from a Fairy land? Let's go there!"
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Post by luckyrabbit on Jan 27, 2016 8:38:03 GMT -8
Caught up in the moment the boy quite forgot to pluck with him his own little yellow flower for their future adventure. His heart skipping a beat when Maxwell discarded America as a source of good protection against evil, because honestly, whenever bad things happened lately it usually involved America and Walter was just glad to go somewhere that felt safer this time.
“Wales!” The old country’s name came blurting out even though he was from a completely different part of the United Kingdom. With a sparkle in his eye and a gleeful chuckle he looked like their battle against the sugar plum fairy had already been won. “They still speak fairy language there! We'll find a good circle to get rid of the pests.”
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 29, 2016 8:53:25 GMT -8
"Wales it is!" Maxwell raised the Chrysanthemum like a mighty weapon, prepared to tear it to pieces and send them on their way through the void--but then paused and extended the flower to his young companion. As masterful as Maxwell was when it came to travel, His little Bunny was still a Rainbow-in-Training. This was as good a time as any to let Walter take the lead. "We'll need a ship, lots of chum, and a spear. Maybe some diving gear. And a really big net. Lead the way!"
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Post by luckyrabbit on Feb 5, 2016 15:39:06 GMT -8
Walter took the flower with a smile and a little laugh. Whatever joke that probably had to do with Vikings Maxwell had made was just a notch away from the boys comprehension at the moment and discarded as happy sounding gibberish. Considering the place they were going Walter figured his friend be in good company, no one particularity understood the Welsh and their thick accents, their fairy language sounding about as sensible as Maxwell himself.
“We want to go~ We are going to travel~To the land of fairies, to the land of fairies~” One by one the flower petals came away from the flower until with the little song until the last one to which he chirped “Swansea, Wales~”.
The portal opening, a big circular shape on front of them unfolding like a flower. Walter grabbed Maxwell's hand and with a hearty war cry cursing the sugar plums, jumped through it.
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Post by misterrainbow on Feb 12, 2016 4:09:58 GMT -8
"--To the Land of Fairies!" Maxwell belted out a harmonizing melody alongside Walter, bouncing on his toes eagerly while the boy tore the flower to pieces. His eyes narrowed on the golden plant while his fingers scratched at the sandy sugar linings of his pockets. He might have ripped it from Walters hands if the boy were any slower to pick it's petals, but the crisp salt air of Wales washed through the portal and Maxwells attention was diverted from impatience.
Bellowing mimicry of Walters war cry, he gave himself to Walter and stumbled after through the portal. Firmly resisting the need to shove himself at the head of their two man train to drag the child along. Firmly resisting and letting Walter dag /him/ while his single free hand scratched sugar sand from the seams of his pockets. Embedding it under his nails to chew from on with stiff and edgy smiles. "Onwards, my little Rainbow Bunny! To the CANDY--I mean....TO THE TREASURE STORE. For Fairy Rings!"
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Post by luckyrabbit on Feb 26, 2016 9:57:23 GMT -8
The fresh sea air blasted Walters face as he passed through the portal and he welcomed it together with the sight of boats lazily bobbing up and down at the docks.
“There should be a market with stalls around here somewhere. I just have to...” Turning his head this way and that he found that they had been dropped off next to the National Waterfront Museum. “Ah, I know where we are! It's just up the road from here.”
Pulling at his friend Walter set off across the grass behind the building towards a main road. Once he got there he took a left and kept going until they could see a big parking lot at the other side. Walter wasn't quite sure if Maxwell had been here before, he'd forgotten to ask, so he simply went on with explaining where they were regardless if it was needed or not. “That's the shopping center, Swansea market should be right behind it.”
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Post by misterrainbow on Mar 19, 2016 20:47:09 GMT -8
Whether he knew the place or not, Maxwell wasn't showing. Even if his hands tightened and twitched inside of Walters, wanting to bound ahead and drag the boy wherever. Blind or bold, it didn't matter, but he contained himself and followed in the child's path quite merrily. Twisting his head to and fro to observe each designated location. Zoning in on it like a little floating light in the corner of his eyes.
"Should be, could be, but are you sure? We should look look look and see the sea where is the best sugar plum free zone." Maxwell giggled in his madness, neither suggestion nor guessing their next direction.
((GUESS WHO'S ALIVE? QAQ I'M SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG ON MEEEEE--))
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