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[indent]As Vlinderbelle listened to her comrades she sighed, knowing the lot of them were right. These boys, however...[i]unexpected[/i] they may have been, were their only hope towards returning to their true forms...and...saving their world, of course. With only a moment's more of hesitation following Fenghuan's display and the others slowly making their own ways out, she too fluttered over to the boy from which she felt her own energy of wind. She landed lightly on his nose where he still lay in the grass, her massive wingspan covering his face entirely and masking it with the golden eyespots on the upper side of her wings. From this position, her face lined up with Milo's gaze, and she looked down at him with what could only be described as a patient gaze, her head tilted to one side and fuzzy antennae moving gently in some gentle dance to music unheard, [color=c4df9b]"You certainly are a sight,"[/color] she said with a hum, then sighed, [color=c4df9b]"I am Vlinderbelle. You may not call me Belle or any other nickname, understand?"[/color]

Milo blinked at the moth sitting on his face, absolutely frozen for a moment, then drew in a sharp inhale because letting out an elongated, [color=fff79a]"Guuuuuuyyyyyysssss,"[/color] in a frightful yell as he began to bat at the creature, [color=fff79a]"Guys!"[/color] he yelled again, [color=fff79a]"There's a fucking giant ass bug on my face, I'm gonna fucking cry, please help me!"[/color]

Vlinderbelle took flight as the boy batted at her, floating up just out of his reach, though apparently, that wasn't enough as he quickly jumped to his feet and began waving around the metal skewer, effectively extending his reach above his notably short stature. The cursed guardian clicked her tongue, realizing the kid must have some serious fear of bugs, and so she flew out of sight and instead landed lightly on his back, keeping herself out of sight with her wings pulled back to reduce the risk of him catching her glimmering form, [color=c4df9b]"Hush now,"[/color] she said softly, [color=c4df9b]"You're alright. I'll stay here for now, out of sight, yes? Imagine me as some other creature if you must, I promise I'm not here to hurt you. Though...you will have to grow used to me as I am, eventually,"[/color] she sighed, then went on to say, [color=c4df9b]"For now, just take a breath. Can you do that for me?"[/color]

It was ironic, really, how scared Milo was of actual bugs, when doodles of the creatures adorned almost every inch of his skin from his fake tattoos. He always said he didn't mind looking at pictures of them, because the pictures didn't [i]move[/i], but once it came to a living one, he was out faster than Quicksilver from the X-Men. Thus, when the moth flew off, Milo remained tense, still sensing the creature close by, but he didn't dare crane his neck to look. Holding tight to the skewer in hand, he listened to the gentle words being spoken, and tried to imagine the oversized creature as a funny little genie instead. Robin Willams Genie, to be exact, though...gold instead of blue, and a large woman instead of a guy... It helped...sort of, but the thought was still gnawing at his mind that he was in [i]very close[/i] proximity of a bug big enough to eat his face off. Still, he listened to her words and did as instructed, drawing in a deep, slow breath.

[color=c4df9b]"Good,"[/color] Vlinderbelle said warmly, [color=c4df9b]"Now. I was once the guardian of the winds, dust storms rose at my command, trees were pulled from the ground from my fury, and deafening howls echoed through the mountains with my presence. This power? It belongs to you now, my dear. close your eyes, feel it, invite it in, and allow it to awaken within you."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Can't believe I'm listening to shiny Mothra,"[/color] Milo mumbled, but did, again, as he was instructed. Vlinderbelle's wings opened and closed in a slow, steady motion before she fluttered away from his back as a cyclone of winds surrounded Milo, lifting him up into the air where he quickly took on a whole new appearance. His colorful hair turned white with golden streaks, his eyes filling full with white. Even his outfit changed from the sweats and shirtless chest under his iconic yellow jacket to something straight out of disco-pop, complete with a pair of yellow rollerblades adorning his feet.

He landed lightly on the grass, twirling on his blades in a grand display before taking up a pose reminiscent of the discotheque appearance he had. He stood there a moment, then blinked and looked down at himself, [color=fff79a]"Holy shit, what the fuck?!"[/color] he burst, then laughed and pulled at his bellbottoms, [color=fff79a]"Fucking Christ, Conner gets to be fucking Poseidon, but I'm stuck as a damn 70's show reject?"[/color] he laughed again then fell back and plopped back into the grass, bending one knee to take a closer look at the roller blades, [color=fff79a]"The fuck is this about?"[/color] he questioned humorously, however, as he touched the wheels of one of the skates, he pulled back with a gasp, [color=fff79a]"Fuck that's sharp!"[/color] he hissed, bringing his fingers up to kiss at the small cut, [color=fff79a]"Okay, roller blades, emphasis on the [i]blades[/i], got it, but I still ask, what the fuck?"[/color]

Before any answers could be given, however, the ursa major came crashing into the scene, and Milo was scrambling to his feet in an instant, screaming, admittedly, like a little girl, [color=fff79a]"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"[/color][/indent]