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[slayer_fray]

Mel is still tiny. Still fed up of being tiny, and in the bar again. On the Bar, in fact. Doing a handstand on the edge of a shot glass and generally being pretty bored. Stupid evil geniuses.

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[futures_of_ash]

This would be a very tired Telepath tapping the shot glass gently with a finger. After all, Mel likes challenges...

[slayer_fray]

This would be a Slayer wobbling, gripping tightly, and flailing her legs around before regaining her balance.

"I know it's you," she says, not looking up.

[futures_of_ash]

::Of course:: she sent with a light mental chuckle. A kindness to small ears? Or a girl that just doesn't feel like talkng? Who knows...

::You're shorter than I remember...::

[slayer_fray]

And who, in fact, cares. Mel's little tiny laugh certainly doesn't.

"Evil genius can't even tell a shrink ray from a laser," she says. "Trying to work out a way of getting back that doesn't involve strange ray guns."

[futures_of_ash]

She folded her arms on the bar and rested her chin on them, eyeing the small slayer ::Molecular reversal? Beat him over the head? Ask...okay, don't ask most the science guys here because they'd blow something up...::

[slayer_fray]

"Antichrist," Mel says, firmly. "Never trust science to do magic's job."

[futures_of_ash]

::Antichrist might blow something up to:: she pointed out. Nope, she has no clue who he is...or what exactly an Antichrist is...Kurt gave up on converting her a long time ago.

[slayer_fray]

"Don't think so," Mel says. "He's a friend of mine. If he does it too well, all he['ll do is make me big, and I could do with putting on some weight."

[futures_of_ash]

"That might be moderately weird as well..." she pointed out. "You'd have to remember to duck when you went through doors..."

Not that this wasn't weird...

[capt_angie]

Theres a witch sitting at the bar with a glass of lemonade, watching the little action figure do her handstand. Angelina has seen plenty of moving miniatures in her life, but never one that was quite so dexterous or life-like as this one, and she's definitely never seen one dressed quite like that either. Naturally, she's very curious to see what company made it. Even more naturally, she assumes that one this good must be a collectors item and probably worth a little bit of money too, so after making sure that theres no one around for it to belong to, she reaches out to pick it up, with every intention of returning the figure to it's owner >_>

[slayer_fray]

"Ack!"

Now she has a tiny squirming Slayer in her fingers, batting at the with rather a lot of strength, actually. Not that Mel's trying too hard, at least not until she knows what this giant that just picked her up actually does.

"Get off me!"

[capt_angie]

... Well that really is a surprise. Angelina squeaks and drops Mel like a hot potato. She's definitely never seen a talking miniature before, which either means that this a new model or that it's not a model at all. And judging by the way it's fighting back, the later is more likely.

"Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?"

[slayer_fray]

Which maybe isn't the best idea, either. Squirming Mel gets dropped right on her face onto the bar, her body bending in awkward looking ways before she scrambles into a sitting position, wiping a small amount of blood from her nose.

"Jesu. You do that to everyone you meet?"

[capt_angie]

"Not everyone I meet is six inches tall. I thought you were a toy or something." Which probably won't make Mel feel much better. "Like I said, I'm really sorry."

[slayer_fray]

Mel stands up, brushing herself down.

"How many toys you know do handstands?"

[capt_angie]

"Quite a lot actually. Moving figures are pretty common where I come from.

That was a nasty fal, are you sure you're okay?" she asks biting her lip.

[slayer_fray]

"Oh."

Well, there's no answer to that, is there? And Mel's lost her argument.

"Fallen from taller," she comtinues, with a shrug. Then she adds, "even in proportion."

[song_tra_bong]

[ooc: know you're out and about, but slowtime is love.]

Mary Anne is leaning on the bar a few seats over, thinking about her promise to Raina. It takes her a minute to notice Mel, but she recognizes the hair pretty quickly. She's seen her around often enough, plus she remembers the purple-haired girl-smudge that carried her in after she tried to kill Arithon.

"...didn't you used to be taller?"

[slayer_fray]

"Yep," Mel says, flipping off the handstand to land on the bar. "Got bored."

[song_tra_bong]

"Well, change of pace is nice..."

Although Mary Anne's not sure she would have gone for a hight change herself.

"How's it working out for you?"

[slayer_fray]

"Not actually that much less boring."

Well, it's honest.

"How are you?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Doing alright...not sure we ever got introduced."

Her arm jerks like she's about to offer her hand to shake and then catches herself.

"I'm Mary Anne."

[slayer_fray]

"Oh."

Right. Her.

"Hi. I'm Mel."

Smiling, she lifts a hand in a brief wave.

[song_tra_bong]

She waves back.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mel. So...what do you do when you're not vertically challenged?"

[slayer_fray]

"I'm Security here," Mel says. "Even when I am little."

Which means she has to have words with Mary-Anne.