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So there was a circus.

It was not a very well-kept circus. I mean, it was in a forest, it was all leafy and such. But it was still not very well-kept. Small tents were perched here and there without warning and the largest one seemed dwarfed by the conglomeration of others. Most of the tents were decorated with terribly tacky designs, all except one. It stood out with its strange and stark whiteness and has a large illegible sign tacked on it. It must belong to a doctor of some sort.

So may as well go in, right?

Inside, the room was the same bright blank color as the outside- but filled with all sorts of metallic devices and tools that one would hope to never imagine. There were all sorts of things, from shiny silver watches to two-foot long scalpels; from foil hats to electric drills. What was most prominent was the structure in the center, which was obviously a dentist's chair. Although not full sized and only about two feet high, it appeared to be a hat. Oh. Not a doctor. The dentist.

"Dentist?" a falsetto voice called from outside the tent. Shocking and sudden. And high-pitched. "The dentist is out, you see! He's not in! He's out! You can't be visiting the dentist in his office when he is plainly out of his office."

Just turn around.

There was a frighteningly strange man, with curly orange hair sticking straight out from his head in various directions like he was the morning sun. His eyes were wide and read 'Hello, where is the nearest asylum facility?' He had thick, stubby arms and legs to match, which were covered mainly in a long white coat and gloves just a shade bluer than mauve. He was beaming with perfect teeth. "This is the dentist's office!" he continued, falsetto on still. "But the dentist is out!" The man stepped past the doorway into the middle of the tent. "The dentist is in! What was your appointment for? A dentist? A dentist! I am the Dentist, so let me see your lamp."

The Dentist doesn't do much with cracks and shatterings [see Havery if you want help with those] but instead likes to perfect the shine and glow of your lamps and teeth. I suppose if you ask him he can deal with sickness of your lamplet, but you have to decide who you trust more: a fat man with a collection of broken things or a short man with a falsetto and a hatchair. He also specializes in scratches and clothing! He has an interesting collection of dresses, seeing that he's part of a circus. You can ask him if he can do specific other things as well.

The Dentist is mine in all ways. You post, I'll respond as THE DENTIST.

The Dentist is in.

EDIT: Also the Dentist does do cracks and shatterings now!

The Dentist didn't respond, and neither did his tent. This was likely because the only one who was really in at the moment was the tent and its inanimate occupants, things that also didn't reply for a similar reason as the tent [lack of mouths, you see. All of them were quite relieved that instead of a frizzy-haired fool there was merely a female one peering into the tent and who had no intention of using or abusing any of them.] but glimmered in the light that came through the opening. Actually, the chair moved a bit, but that was mainly the wind or so it should have been.

Something rather stiff and hard* tapped at Jasper's back. Quite politely, really, as if a brisk but sophisticated way to silently say 'excuse me.' In fact, a voice accompanied it, whispering in a high voice as if something were to be disturbed: "Excuse me? Pardon? Yes? Quite? Hallo? There's no one in there you know. The dentist is indubitably out!"

And then a pause, and then another "pardon."

The dentist got on his hands and knees, a cane* dragged along the grass and clutched in one hand. He crawled large-hairedly into his tent and brought himself to full height, which really wasn't much. "Ah!" he said, relieved and falsetto. "Ah." A sweet smile crossed his face, but this was really sort of ridiculous when matched with his hair.

He turned to his miniature dental chair and took a nice seat in it, and he fit perfectly. "Yes, the dentist appears to be in now! Yes! Hoho! Oh, hello, I hadn't seen you there. How can the dentist help you yes?"

[[*Same thing, thanks.]]

His scalpel gleamed eagerly and it seemed like it had jumped without moving into his hand. "Preen!" he said, excitement laced in his high voice. "The Dentist can do many things with wings and sing! What do you mean by preen?"

He turned away quickly on his heels and started poking through the many utensils that lined the walls of the tents. As he bent over at the waist to look through a lower drawer some things from a higher shelf caught themselves in his hair. When he stood up again they flung dangerously just past Jasper and Kiran and left a few puncture marks in the canvas of the tent. He turned again with a a bulb-height dentist's chair in one hand and a few metal things and a rag held in between the fingers of the other hand. The dentist set the chair decisively on a nearby tablething and smiled widely. "Sit, please! Let me see your lamp!" His teeth glinted like his scalpel did, which was pushed between two fingers among other things.

"Of course!" said the Dentist, voice cracking slightly under the pressure of being so whispy and feminine. "Preening is second nature! Preening is my middle name, though I have many a middle name, so now Preening is my last middle name! I have many talents, you see!" With that he turned his scalpel simply upside-down to reveal a feather-friendly comb and preening tool.

He plucked the winged bulb from Jasper's hands gently and seated him in the tiny chair previously produced and set on a table. A tiny strip of leather snaked out of one side of the chair and tied itself across Kiran to hold him down, making flying away [or generally moving] most difficult indeed. The Dentist wandered about his tent, doing a few things in succession: as he moved in a half-circle he leaned his cane against a file cabinet, took a pair of magnifying glasses [half-moon shaped things in which the left eye's lens was similar to something a gem cutter might use in his career] from a velvet box, and grabbing a hair band and rubber gloves from two nearby dispensers. As he neared Kiran again he snapped the gloves on his hands and drew all of his large amount of hair into one group resembling a ponytail in the back of his head and held it there with the hair band.

"Your lamp is young!" he commented, sitting next to Kiran in a chair that seemed to have not been there merely seconds ago. In fact, one may have sworn that it was across the room a few minutes earlier. "What shall I treat first?

The Dentist rearranged himself on his chair in the manner that an excited child might; in other words, wiggling his butt until he felt comfy. His hair bobbed as he did so and the sharp things between his fingers wiggled dangerously. "A good magician never tells his secrets! Dentists are close cousins of the common magician, you know."

As if to emphasize his point, his cleaning rag disappeared into his fist. He opened his fingers one by one to reveal an empty palm, muttering things like 'oho!' and 'haha!' as he did. When he clenched it into a fist again, he pulled it out, but this time it was multicolored.

"Do you see! It's soaked in cleaning fluid now as well!" he sang. Waving the rag in the air revealed this to be true: drops of cleaning fluid splattered over the Dentist's face and flew in Jasper's direction. He smiled behind the liquid dripping down his cheery cheeks and turned his body towards Kiran. "Hello!" he said, voice wavering in sing-song like a friendly telephone ringing. "Messy little thing, I should kick you straight out of my office, but because the Dentist, I am in, I shall treat you like a brother! A itsyteeny baby brother who is in need of a good cleansing!"

He stuck his utensils in the wood of the table behind Kiran and took his rag in one hand. It seemed odd how he poked around the glass of the bulb with one fingernail, but he seemed to not care for questions for he nodded and cleared his throat with determination. With an expert hand, he began rubbing at the scratches on Kiran's surface, the beam plastered on his face growing when the friction produced the same silly squeaking noise that you hear if you rub your thumb against your teeth.

"The Dentists is beginning to like this little brother!"

He brought his hand away suddenly, stood, and beamed, then, glancing down at the transparent bulb, coughed at the sun. Light glinted off of Kiran's now seamless surface. It also shimmered away from the Dentist's flawless grin. As a Dentist, his duty was to dent, and dent he did well, and he easily had the best teeth in the land. "Fantastic, correct! Your tiny baby lamp bulb has been perfected!" The Dentist threw some confetti.

"Now!" he insisted, and sat once more. The leather strap holding down Kiran had begun to undo itself and, when it saw the orange-haired master sit again, quickly stuttered and retied across the chair. The Dentist plucked the scalpel/comb from the table and held it daintily by the silvery handle, gently taking to combing and smoothing the wings on the bulb.

In time enough he finished and nodded at his work. He turned to Jasper and sneezed. "Your lamp is lovely now!~"

The leather strap, now sure of itself, retracted like a seatbelt and let the now clean and groomed bulb out of its restraint. More confetti seemed to appear from the ceiling of the tent and blew about and glittered. The Dentist stood, pulled the hair band out of his hair, and let the confetti settle in his 'fro. And, of course, beamed.

The Dentist, for a time, was very quiet. The air slid in and out of the tent at a higher speed than before but only slightly so.

"Owe?" he squeaked. "Owe?" His strange eyes blinked twice as if the word was lost upon him.