[Banister]

(Bumble+Ana, bothe ani-anthro+bumble's bee forme)

A small female leaped among the weeds of the small pool of lily-pad decorated pool in the park. Her long tail whipped the reeds behind her, the slightly slippery pond waters reflecting a a bright and lovely sun-shiny day in the light blue sky before her. She was barefooted as could be. Small insects buzzed in the thin, somewhat humid air close to her furred anala face. Her teenage body looked up while still perched on the rocks, child-like curiosity filling her eyes as a small bee fluttered down and then perched upon her long, winding nose. She reached her slight fingers out towards the bee...

No. No, she mustn't get distracted again. She had errands to run. It's why the female had a bag on her person, yes? The bee fluttered off of her nose, leaving no wound like the previous six-legged ebony-yellow striped beings.

[Banister]

The female's sky eyelids fluttered slightly stunned by the bee's reaction to her rising hand. She half-expected it to come at it like a bomber jet, or otherwise just hover around her chopped whitish blue hair menacingly. But it didn't. That's what was so strange about it. Bees aren't supposed to be nice to tauntingly tall beings that hover around their territories. (No, they were supposed to make honey for anteater like critters such as herself.) In speaking of honey...
Mmm. Honey was good. She loved it.

And she had once more stepped onto another train of thought, forgetting once more about the shopping bag she was carrying. Soon enough, she was humming like a sickened child.

[Banister]

The small buzzing animal had paused in the air once more, this time right in front of the humanoid anala's face. The buzzing had become somewhat quieter to the woman's petite ears, almost to the point of a hollow-sounding hum of battering fragile wings against a fuzzy striped hull. The pond was crystal-clear, she noticed, and some koi had begun to majestically swim towards the top, their crtystalline transcluent fins barely skimming the top of the pool. Suddenly, a small and heavily punctuated british voice broke through the sound of breaking waters in front of her.
"Pahrdun mei. Uhr een mai waieh."

[Banister]

(Note to self- Lucain form of Bumble will be added to first post when obtained.)
"Mister Bee?"
It took a second for the shock to register to her small anala brain.
"Mister Bee?!"
Had the small... thing just talked to her? Had it? Objects were always compelled to talk to her for some reason or another, this should have been no different. (One gets somewhat used to blenders chatting buzzingly about the new morning news reports on the radio. ) But a bee of all things, really. Her mouth stayed wide enough for a drifting fly to curiously waddle into, no pun intended.
"Mister Bee?!"
"Stoup shuiting. Et hertz mei earz."

[Banister]

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod- OH MY FREAKING GOD." She shouted, a wildly accusing finger popping up randomly in the path of the small floating pixie.
"MISTER BEE JUST TALKED. MISTER BEE JUS-" She was immediately silenced, as if a large and relatively furry hand clamped itself upon her lips. A small flash of gold and light green glitter could be seen.
"Chu maie ahs weel teeil the ehntuire world, yus?" Spoke the bee-thing in a gradually hushed tone. The anthropomorphic Anala struggled with the invisible hand over her mouth, clawing at thin air in front of her face. Now she knew she wasn't going the slightest bit insane. She could hear footsteps of someone- or something- padded towards the thicket Ana was in. Rescuers, perhaps? Oooo, but once they saw this bee, or whatever it was, she'd have dire proof of the belief that items and objects and insects really do talk. But first she'd have to get rid of the thing keeping her silent to the bone off of her face.

(5 all- Level Up)

[Banister]

(I do still intend to finish this. I WILL FINISH THIS. -motivated self pat on the back-)

"Whud chu jast stip moofing?! Chu spas, chu... insoleent... fool!"
The bee, or what seemed to be a bee to her, was still holding his charm upon her frantic mouth, keeping the sounds locked inside like a thick wool scarf or a strict teacher. She slowly relaxed herself, and although her eyes kept their scowling stare, she, figuratively of course, shut up.
It is smart to appeal to one's captors, like those at... stockholm, she slowly thought, the idea itself flowing like tree sap from her tiny brain. for they are captors. It will be nice to me, like ET, yes?
The insect gave a toothy grin at her submission... if bees could smile. Could bees smile? She thought they had mouths, to get pollen and such, but they didn't have toothy smiles. Bee's don't have teeth. Maybe. But still, the bee gave the air of what seemed to be a smile at her giving in of sorts to its magic. Suddenly, the rustle in the bushes gave a frantic shushhhhss!-ing noise. Both the girl and the bee looked over, in surprise and interest, respectively.

(1.1... maybe I won't make bumble a lucain. I think he'd be better as a growth-challenged Beetank, don't you?)

[Banister]

And out popped a skwyrm, little bug eyes popping about, cute mouth dribbling with was commonly thought to be a thin strand of mucus but was actually hardened saliva, and thin skin cradling his ah-DOOR-able little body. Ana mentally gave a sigh. Why couldn't it have been something useful... like, what, a lucain, or maybe something that eats magical bees, like roosken. Skwyrm were cute an' all, but their idea of talking is making precious little burbling noises like a newborn baby. The bee moved his focus from the young lady, whom was still in a huff despite her calm aura, and waddled (If bees can waddle, that is) through the air towards the worm-like creature, whom was gurgling a little bit in awe of a talking, badly accented, and completely and utterly self absorbed bee.

(1.2 Bumble/Ana, 0.1 for Hoover.)

[Banister]

Suspense hung in the air as Ana gave a worried look towards the hovering bee, the charm peeling away from her face like an unraveling scarf. Still, she kept her silence, choosing to rather study the bee, who was, in turn, studying the worm-like creature lain squirming on the ground belly up, like a dog asking for a belly scratch. To a bystander, it would have been a strange juxaposition of both ideas and images. Thankfully the silence was kept naught long, broken by the bee's given approval of the worm.
"...Ah du believe tha chu are the cutest leetle theeng I haf evah seen." He said, sounding almost stunned at his saying so.

(1.3 A-B, 0.2 H)

[Banister]

Her eyes turned to face the bee's while the skwyrm writhed slowly on the damp ground.
And, like the boy had taken his finger out of the figurative dike, all hell broke loose.
In what seemed like a second the crazed teenager of an adrenaline-induced anteater dove forward towards the oversize insects, all the while drawing a large jam jar out of her messenger bag. (Which was unfortunately meant for peach marmalade for her beeesstttest-buddy-in-the-whole-wide-world Muffles, but that was an entirely different story.) The draconic worm still lay cooing on the ground, a strange vacant look in its eyes, reminiscent of the glassy orbs of drunk teenagers. The bee in the space of a second changed his expression of delight gradually into horror as the Anala, almost in slow-motion, came at him with the canning chalice with a look only a psycho would give.

Then, like a foreign entity had just pushed the pause button, time halted.
(1.4 AB, .3 H)

[Banister]

They stood still, their breath quivering like a newly sprung arrow from its battle hardened sheath. Their hearts beat, their eyes could dart, their chests rose and fell in a their normal rhythm, but they as wholes, could not move their limbs from their precarious positions. The anala, stuck in her running stride, stared forward at the malevolent insect, whose eyes began to sparkle with a malevolent delight at his accidental spell. Her shallow breath gave way to a worried pant as she was held still, one foot off the ground, pale blue hair hair flying frozen behind her, cold beads of sweat held like drops of glue, clinging to her face.
Then he changed. His insect sillouete melted, almost, in a dance of green glitter, into the shadow of a sleek male dog-like creature, pupil-less eyes glowing with a pale iridescence that sent shivers down her spine.

(2.0 AB, .4 H
I have officially decided to make Bumble a crazy magical rogue Sheilupe of the saffron colouring. c: )

[Banister]

Her erratic little heart stopped, and she wanted to cry. She was scared. And with good reason. This was no ordinary bee. (As she finally came to this realization, she gave herself a mental slap on the face for not noticing the signs earlier. Do bees talk? No. Do bees emit green sparkles randomly? Nope. Do bees coo over skwryms, stop the flow of time, and have bad german accents? No, no, AND no.) This was... a magical bee, proving, thus, she wasn't crazy nor hallucinating.
Outisde of the anala's own little world, the yellow figure snapped his thick furred fingers together, sharp nails adding a thick clicking noise at the end, like the bad sound effects in a noir film, or a cheesy broadway show. He grinned his toothy smile, no longer a buzzing bee making honey, but a menacing canine with sharp teeth and magical powers, too boot.
There was a rushing of noises, like a stiff wind, and the clear blue pond were no longer of the ground, and the skwyrm no longer a wanderer of his brood, and the anala, no longer in possesion of her jar.
As the jar owned her.
The large saffron figure picked up the glass vessel off the ground and exited with the two small animals in tow, leaving the empty-canvas world behind him, and a trail of green sparks at his feet.

(They leave. 2.1 AB, 1.0 H. Have more planned for these three.)
(done.)