A study on the effects of terminal velocity on falling tiny winged people.

John had to think, and fast. He didn't have much nearby that he could toss at her, and her agility against his throwing arm didn't make that seem like a good choice anyways. Could the manager have a gun in the back of the diner? Not likely, at least not in this town, and even then John wasn't sure it would work properly anyways. Could he craft a-

Another bolt rained down on him, and he was lost enough in thought that he takes the hit in his good shoulder. His knees nearly gave away from the pain of the attack, and with only 45 hp remaining he didn't want to know what being at half health in this new world felt like. The demon fairy flew ever higher, barely a speck in John's eye at this point, and he was stuck squinting at it to try and avoid the next hit. Think, John, think! The tiny dot turns blue, and he quickly side-steps, leaving the bolt to land far and away. "Don't make me come down there, loser! You wouldn't want to see what I can really do!"

Come down... Come down. Come down! John's eyes snap wide open as he looks up at her. Of course. How hard would this fight be if she couldn't fly? His gut twisted at the thought of this being his only hope, but he got those suit buttons to burst earlier so... "C'mon down, Tinkerbell! I haven't got all day!"

A stunned second of silence. For a moment John felt pretty good about his insult, though he wondered if she would get the referen-

"I WILL FUCKING END YOUR SOUL!"

And so John ran into the diner... or at least made it out like he meant to. He kept focusing on the tiny black speck in the sky which now began to grow as she flew down at him. He slammed his hands against the diner window as if trying to break through it, anything to delay the act, anything to let her continue diving down at him... and all the while he waited, trying to guess the range, trying to figure when it would be best to try and cast this spell.

"BEND OVER, BUTT BOY, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO DRIVE THESE FUCKERS IN!"

She was now in clearer view, and she was, to John's horror, holding two magic bolts in her hands like spears ready to be driven into John's forbidden zone. She showed no sign of slowing down, no sign of wanting anything more than to drive those weapons into him... and that was more than John could even hope for.

She was mere yards away now... just over a classroom away, as it were. He finished casting Move... and put **** into keeping her wings still. Tucked against her as they were, that meant she was going to continue dive-bombing towards the sidewalk's concrete... and as John took a few, comically long steps back, he watched as her tiny body thrashed to try and get her wings unstuck. It cost him a full 50mp to keep those things locked, but he watched the well-spent mana as her bolts fell from her hands, fizzled in the air, and were punctuated by her brief scream as she went down. Yes! Now John would have a fighting chance to-

Thud.

Her tiny body slammed into the ground. She bounced - once - and then flattened against the reflective chrome wall of the diner. 87 damage registered in John's HUD, followed by 1 damage from the bounce into the diner. She was barely alive, and seemed stunned into unconsciousness. Oh... Well. That works too.

He didn't waste any time. He stalked over to the murderous little devil, rose his foot to crush her like a bug... and paused. Where was he? Who was she? How would he get home? Would killing her even free him? He had too many questions to slay the only thing around that both talked and seemed to know more than him... and, truth be told, she was cute enough while **** to make crushing her under his boot just a bit impossible. Grumbling, he got his backpack out of his inventory and got to work. First, a paper clip gently nudged onto the now-freed wings on her back - like massive, sturdy butterfly wings, each with what could've been demonic sigils etched in black on red - and some scotch tape in case she could shake that off. Following that, a fairly amateur hogtie using his right shoe's laces... and tying it altogether, with a tiny ring to carry her, was the clit piercing from Vanessa Hawthorne. Happy with his handiwork, he had barely noticed a small pop-up that floated nearby.

Move lvl2, cost in mp depending on strength and length of effort.
Move: you can use your powers to move or manipulate small items at short to long range.

Well, the range boost would've been nice a minute earlier, if only to cut the drama. That he had to spend two-thirds of his mana just to still two tiny wings meant he wasn't likely to use it again anyways... at least not in combat. Just as he was contemplating his struggles with monsters, his diminutive prisoner overcame her stunned status... and writhed weakly against her bonds while looking around, unaware of John looming nearby. "What is... What is this, where's that butt boy-?!"

"I told you, it isn't mine."

"AAAAAH!" John rubbed the bridge of his nose while she screamed and wiggled again. "AAAH!" Sparing all the ceremony, he grabbed the clit ring and hoisted the hostage up, spinning her about to get a good look at her. She was just barely taller than his hand if he held it straight, and her colors, although demonic, do nothing to vilify the obvious and honest terror that now controls her expressions. "Please, please, please don't eat me!" John raised an eyebrow at that. "Please, I'll do anything, I'll serve you, I'll fight and scout for you, I can- I can teach you fae magic, demon magic, whatever you like, please just-" The poor creature sobs in a way that's uncharacteristically pitiful, and for a moment John wondered if perhaps she was more a prisoner than a- "just don't fucking eat or do weird butt stuff with meeeheeeheeeee!"

John took it all back. "Shut up." She complied, looking up at him with tearful eyes. "You're going to tell me how to get out of this... this weird place, and then you're going to tell me what it is and how I avoid... wandering in, as you put it, in the future."

"I..." She demurred. John raised an eyebrow angrily, and the poor creature dangling erotically before him could only wince. "I... I can't really... help you get out... well, I can teach you how to make them, and in that way you can probably learn how to get out, but I can't do that while tied up..." Her words trailed off, and her captor sighed with irritation... and exhaustion. His body felt heavy, first from the slow healing of his wounds and then from frustration. She didn't take it as anything but a declaration of impending consumption of one bitchy fairy. "Please, I'll... I'll swear an oath to you, if you want! I can make you a promise and then, then you can... you can just free me, right? If you free me, I can use magic to try and teach you how barriers work."

"Barriers? What are- wait. How the Hell do I know you'll keep your word?"

She pouted too heavily for John to believe her... but then a pop-up appeared. Another skillset, perhaps activated from his desires or her likely false offer, or from conversing this long with what could only be considered a random mob.

New skill: Summoning lvl1, passive
+4 inventory
Observe now indicates when a monster can be captured.

New skill: Summoner's temple lvl1, passive
Summoner's temple: a mental construct that holds all captured monsters in stasis; can hold a maximum of [skill x 5] levels of monsters.

New skill: Summoner's brand lvl1, 75 mp
Summoner's brand: permanently mark a monster that you've tamed, making it your ****. Brand guarantees loyalty, but not respect.

John blinked at that last sentence. Did it... know what he was facing, right now? Wait, who cares?! He only just discovered monsters exist and now... now he can start collecting them?! Well, to a limited degree... looking at her level, she'd be the only one he could tame right now. Looking at her whole profile with observe confirmed the new skill's functionality.

Fae daemonica, lvl4 creature.
2/90hp (CAPTURABLE)
This tiny fairy has been corrupted by demonic energy. She is agile and mean-spirited, and has low-level magical powers.

But loyalty, even without respect, meant she'd have to keep her word... and honestly, he had enough questions to want her around for longer than today. His mana was ticking back awfully slow, but he wasn't sure he could meditate with her around... another idea, and surely another one she would hate. Without warning, he put her flat on the table and, with a careful press of his thumb and forefinger, grabbed her dress. "Whoa, wait, what are you doing, don't you dare-!" John gives it only a slight tug, for fear that it was less a dress and actually attached somehow... but it proves enough to rip the dress (thank God it was a dress) clean off of her body, leaving her tiny, naked sprite writhing before his eyes. Were she life-sized, she'd be yet another ten at Ashcroft: healthy B-cup tits, shapely legs and hips, and not a lick of hair on that sculpted little body. Her furious expression would fit in quite well too, in some of the Academy's circles. "What the fuck, you goddamn pervert! I swear to all the Hells I'll kill you in, I'll kill you a thousand times for this, you filthy- where are we going? What are you doing, what's- no, nonono NO-!"

Dunk.

Her naked, fairy form was dumped in a bowl of pickles just behind the diner's main counter, with a niche made just big enough to pin her tied limbs and wings in the sour juice therein. A bit of insult to her injury, and with that John felt comfortable enough to meditate for what was his most expensive spell yet.