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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Nov 30, 2013 23:38:05 GMT -8
"Holy shit, microwaved taquitos sound fucking amazing right now, I've been craving them for weeks." The girl followed her into the kitchen after shutting the door, slumping down into one of the chairs. One foot rested on one of the table legs and pushed her back a bit while the other made sure she didn't fall flat on the back of her head. "So what's the sitch?" "Are we going to ignore the Necronomicon book thing?" The cat mumbled, nestling into the table. Goody laughed. "I was hoping you'd say that, still got some in there," she pried her microwave open, the button or switch to do so automatically apparently broken. A paper plate of the aforementioned snack food was handed to Liz. Goody took a moment to roll her eyes, giving the cat a gentle stroke. "Well, sitch being that cauldron over there," she gestured to the apex of her apartment. "And how close that Necronomicon book thing got me to making some progress."
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 30, 2013 23:45:45 GMT -8
"What the hell are you even doing?" Liz asked, taking the plate and munching gladly, leaning forward to the table. "You've been totally AWOL for like... a week. It's weird when I don't hear 'Paper Planes' playing on my phone for more than twenty-four hours, Goods."
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The boy quickly fixed his hair, clapping his hand to his scar, and following Lena into the kitchen.
"Okay, okay, you're an air, wind, person, thingy. Coffee's over there, we've got a couple bagels and stuff in the cupboard over the sink." He paused, moving to sit on top of the counter nonchalantly. "Dwarves are cool. So you can control nature and stuff." He looked between the girls, kicking his legs a little bit. "You guys have really interesting powers, I think. May's just really really good at potions, I think... what do you think I should get, Lena?"
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Eloise stepped inside then, going to meet up with the other elderly woman.
"Oh, Kate, Dear. What happened to you?"
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Post by JW% on Dec 1, 2013 2:41:22 GMT -8
"What happens to all of us, eventually." Kyle heard Hecate, his grandmother, grumble as he closed the door to the hallway. "I got old, had a hip replacement, watched my grandchildren grow up, watched them being born, watched my daughters grow old, get married, move out. It's happening to you too, just not in the same steps, eh? Have some tea? Kyle fixed a pot for breakfast."
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 2, 2013 3:41:11 GMT -8
"I've already had my morning drink." Lena said, focused and intent on finding whatever food was in the house. Moving towards the sink, she pulled open the cupboards above the sink, grabbing the bagels and pushing the cupboard doors closed. "Food! Ah! Yes!"
"I was going to get something when I went home, but... y'know, since I was here." Lena said, pulling the bagel apart with her tattooed fingers before she sat next to the boy on the counter. She pulled a piece off, gesturing it towards him. "Ah. So good."
"It's 'cause..." Lena took a moment, having covered her mouth with her hand politely while she swallowed her food, she coughed a bit and returned to talking to Ryan casually, almost mimicking the boy in her actions, swinging her legs as well. "Tattoos. That's... my ability, y'know? It's sorta' like a focus, in a way."
"That's because she's a Green. You want some?" Lena said, gesturing to her bagel, almost half eaten. "Eeer... I'm not sure. First, you gotta' think of a place. Also, it doesn't hurt as much as people say."
"Kinda' like scratching a sunburn." She continued, hopping off the counter. "Hurts, but you get used to it after awhile. You're... kind of a bony kid, though. Maybe something like your bicep."
Walking over, she squeezed his arms, laughing.
"Ah. You're adorable." She complimented him, dusting one of her hands off on her skinny jeans. "Your girly-girl friend isn't into tattoos, though. She won't let me give her one. I need something to do while I'm at work."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 2, 2013 19:08:35 GMT -8
Eloise reached over, pouring herself a cup of tea.
"True. We're growing old. It's hard to realize that we're not the spring chickens we used to be, eh?"
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"That's really cool." He grabbed his own bagel from the pack, listening intently to Lena. "I don't think pain really matters to me..." He shrugged, before having his arms squeezed. He blushed, contentedly finishing his own bagel. "I'm not sure why she doesn't like tattoos. I think they're cool!"
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Soon, May would be crammed into the car, her mother in the passenger seat and brother in the middle, as her father took up the entirety of the backseat, along with the luggage that didn't fit in the trunk.
"So, Mayyyy? How's your life in America?"
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Post by Alastor on Dec 2, 2013 19:50:04 GMT -8
Soon, May would be crammed into the car, her mother in the passenger seat and brother in the middle, as her father took up the entirety of the backseat, along with the luggage that didn't fit in the trunk. "So, Mayyyy? How's your life in America?" "It's fine." May replied, keeping her focus on the road ahead. Her brother, meanwhile, was still reading a particularly thick text book for his next semester- practically dead to the world. "Ah'r 'murrican cars always this small?" The giant in the back seat asked, his head cramped up against the ceiling and packed tightly into the spot by luggage. "Fer the life'a me, coulda sworn they were bigger..."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 2, 2013 19:52:35 GMT -8
"Just fine?" Harley pressed. She looked back to Big Daddy. "She probably got a little one, Honey."
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Post by Alastor on Dec 2, 2013 19:57:21 GMT -8
"When she 'sed' she hadda small car, I thought she meant somethin' bigger den a cereal bowl." The half-giant told his wife, trying and failing to wiggle an arm free.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 2, 2013 20:02:24 GMT -8
Harley sighed, reaching back and patting him.
"Maaaaaaaay? Are you going to answer your mother?"
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Post by Alastor on Dec 2, 2013 20:05:39 GMT -8
"Well, what else is there to say?" The driver replied. "I mean, you already got told I have a boyfriend."
There was a momentary pause there.
"Despite what it sounded like."
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Post by JW% on Dec 2, 2013 23:59:42 GMT -8
Eloise reached over, pouring herself a cup of tea. "True. We're growing old. It's hard to realize that we're not the spring chickens we used to be, eh?" The tea had an odd flavor, almost like fruit juice. "Well, I most certainly can't go running around any more." 'Cate said, noting that she had a powered chair on wheels, and a second one that reclined at the push of a remote. Even her bed lifted her when the right remote control was used. Of course, she could walk on her own, if you called walking along with a hand always needed on the wall or a counter top to keep her balance 'on her own' and often did. Usually when nobody was watching. She rather detested her walker, and found that the power chair was so much easier. "Like the tea?" She asked, having poured milk in hers. Something Kyle found distasteful, but accepted his grandmothers ways. "Pomegranate spiced. Kyles learning well. He's no potions expert, but he does know the... art as it were." 'Cate gestured. "Without knowing the recipe you won't be able to cook anything useful. But that's just science. Chemistry. Precise measurements of the components." She reached for a notecard box by the stove. It was rather awkward, since she was reaching up at almost her bicep level, and she reached without ever using her shoulder, rotating at the elbow and leaning her whole body sideways. "Hmm... I think I'd like some marshmallow fudge tomorrow." She said, and her gnarled arthritic hand plucked out the card in question before laying it on her lap and driving over to the table again. "See... a recipe. Follow the directions, and I'll have marshmallow fudge. It's really quite good. The first time. But after that... well that is when you move past the science. Past the chemistry. Into the art. To know how to mix the ingredients and... taste how they will be in your mind before you even heat the pan. To change the recipe, and make it still work, to suit whatever you feel like at the moment. That is what we do is it not? Would you like a cookie? Again, Kyle made them. Sugar cookie mix, the kind I often make. He added liquid smoke to it because it came to him in a dream. Surprisingly good." Hecate seemed to have finished her rambling and sipped her tea, waiting for her guest to explain why they'd traveled all the way for this visit.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 4, 2013 5:10:28 GMT -8
"Think you're big, huh?" Lena said, her Swedish accent coming through in a heavy stream as she went over to the sink and washed her hands, flicking them before splashing Ryan slightly, getting the remaining moisture off on her thighs. "I'd do it sooner, but... sterility, all that. I can still do it, just... not... legally, I guess?"
"But I'm not sure the Government would give two shits, honestly." She continued, smiling before she decided to go rummaging for more. "Uuuh... man, you guys... really need to go- ooh... wait, no. Fuck. You guys really need to go grocery shopping."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 4, 2013 7:40:04 GMT -8
"You always were the best potion maker out of all of us," Eloise reminisced during 'Cate's rambling. "Teaching all of us. Yours always came out the best though. Do you remember when you made us that potion for us to look like government officials, and we got to see the inside of the White House? Sure it was awkward when we ran into the guys whom we looked like, but, oh-" She gave a laugh, leaning back. "Those were the days. Kids now just call it 'Polyjuice Potion' for some damn reason. I'm not even sure what Polly has to do with it...." Silence fell for a few moments, as she herself became pensive, thinking. "Yes, those were the days. Back when there were all of us, little hell raisers. But now it's just you and me, all settled down - and our grandchildren and children, of course. My granddaughter's here in America setting up shop, and we've come down for her birthday. It's been a long time, Hecate. A long time, indeed."
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"...Wait, you told me you had a boyfriend?!" Harley seemed shocked. "When was this?"
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"Well, May was gonna go shopping today before her parents got here, but their flight was apparently early." He shrugged, hopping down from the counter top, gripping it for a few seconds to keep from falling over. "I can text her and see if she wants me to go grab a few things, though..."
Anticipating a 'go for it,' he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his phone.
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Post by JW% on Dec 4, 2013 14:41:00 GMT -8
"Search me why they call it that." 'cate shrugged with her head more than her shoulders. "Poly is latin for many. They probably just freeform associated it with a polymorph, or 'many shapes' spell, not knowing what the words meant. My potion wasn't even technically a polymorph, since it would only give you one shape with each potion mixture, and I needed... intimate articles from those you wanted to take the form of." She raised an eyebrow but didn't mention how her coven-mates had aquired such 'intimate articles' from their targets. Even something as simple as a hair or nail clipping would work, but that still meant collecting it somehow, and making sure it wasn't contaminated by other samples.
"And we'll speak no more on infiltrating the government. I'd hate to think somebody hears us talking and then decides to investigate the Pentagon." After all, they knew what pentagons were meant to do: cage demons. The fact that a recent terrorist attack had not, infact, set off the apocolypse was probably due to some members of the department of defense running out there and chalking the breaches closed while they promised a 'war on terror' that they could commit atrocities and sacrafices for their caged beast. "I don't think the world needs more 'hell-raisers' these days. I'd hoped a fine African savage being elected would have led to some proper demonslaying, usher in some change, but he's shown himself to be nothing more than a slave to the agenda. Not even sure a woman president could fix anything at this point, she'd just end up in the kitchen for all those evil men..."
It was probably a good thing Kyle was not out of the shower yet, since he would have some things to say about his grandmothers political opinions.
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Post by Alastor on Dec 4, 2013 17:07:36 GMT -8
"...Wait, you told me you had a boyfriend?!" Harley seemed shocked. "When was this?" "About two weeks ago?" May shrugged, her van stopping at the light. "Maybe a month?" She heard her phone go off. ' I wish I lived in the Golden Age/ Giving it up on the Broadway stage' the phone sang. She poked her hand over to her phone, setting it on speaker. "Hey Ryan." She said.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 4, 2013 17:37:22 GMT -8
"Nah, fuck it." Lena said, shrugging before she pulled her hair around over one shoulder before she walked over towards the sofa once more, throwing herself over it and next to Amrita, placing her head on the girl's lap. "So, you're like that... uhm, Airbender."
"It's always on early in the morning." Lena said, rolling off the girl and sitting upright. "I can tattoo some arrows on your head, if you'd like."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 4, 2013 20:17:18 GMT -8
Amrita shrugged, " Thats my little brother's favorite show..." she said, "And do you mind uhh...getting off me? I barely know you. And uhh... no tatoos for me."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Dec 4, 2013 20:44:54 GMT -8
"What the hell are you even doing?" Liz asked, taking the plate and munching gladly, leaning forward to the table. "You've been totally AWOL for like... a week. It's weird when I don't hear 'Paper Planes' playing on my phone for more than twenty-four hours, Goods." Goody smiled sweetly. "Aww, that's still my ringtone? You're a real OG, babe," she laughed. "Well, I've been--" A muffled scuttling could be heard. A little splish."Umm . . ." Another splish. A scraping sound. This time, a splash. Then a thud.". . . ohjesuscocksIthinkitworked"In a display of uncharacteristic agility, Goody leaped from her respective spot, bounding into the living room of her apartment to the still lightly smoldering cauldron. The cauldron itself appeared undisturbed, aside from a little dribble of 'magic mumbo-jumbo juice' on the side. It was the skeleton of a feline animal that gave her cause for concern. Or, in the case of her manic, beaming grin and shaking hands, pure, unadulterated elation. "Oh my God," she blurted out, the words seeming to fall out of her mouth. She turned to the kitchen, grin triumphant. "Liz! Get me a dish towel from the cabinet under the sink, now!"
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 4, 2013 21:18:47 GMT -8
"It can't be that bad, can it?" Eloise sipped on her tea, crossing her legs and getting comfortable. "I'll admit I'm not much 'with the times' anymore, at least not with American politics."
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"Hi May~" The boy's voice was singsong as he called his girlfriend. "Do we still need groceries? Because we can always pop out and grab some things before you and your parents get here. Also Lena's hungry so I assumed... ya know."
Harley gave a playful glance back to her husband, hissing, "I think that's her boyfriend!"
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"...What the fuck is that?!"
When and if Goody peeked back to her friend, she'd see her standing on the table, chair fallen over, and hands balled into fists, ready to punch an invisible fiend. As Goody asked her to get something from under the sink, she crouched down, leaning over the table to bat at the cabinet door to get it open.
Mason, however, sighed and rolled his eyes. With all the nonchalance of an ancient cat who's seen some shit, he hopped down, opened the cabinet with his paws, grabbed a dishtowel with his mouth and calmly brought it to the living room for Goody.
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Post by Alastor on Dec 4, 2013 23:59:07 GMT -8
"Hi May~" The boy's voice was singsong as he called his girlfriend. "Do we still need groceries? Because we can always pop out and grab some things before you and your parents get here. Also Lena's hungry so I assumed... ya know." Harley gave a playful glance back to her husband, hissing, "I think that's her boyfriend!" "Yeah, we still need to get some groceries." May replied, rolling her eyes from her mother's comment. Her father, meanwhile, shot back the same glance and mumbled something Ryan couldn't really make out from the accent. "I'll be back in, like, an hour. Traffic is nasty."
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 5, 2013 2:44:45 GMT -8
"I'm already up, lady." Lena said, walking around the room and casually inspecting everything, occasionally going to pick things up and shift them before she put them back in their original positions. "Hey, I'm not trying to get between your legs. Just being friendly."
"Hey, Ryan." She called out from the living room into the kitchen. "Ask her if she wants us to go grocery shopping now. I've got my car and we can grab some money on the way. If you're going to be an hour, we can get it done now."
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Post by JW% on Dec 5, 2013 14:13:06 GMT -8
"It can't be that bad, can it?" Eloise sipped on her tea, crossing her legs and getting comfortable. "I'll admit I'm not much 'with the times' anymore, at least not with American politics." "My husband likes to have the television running while he takes his evening naps." 'Cate said with a dismissive gesture. "Besides, I'm sure you would have heard something if Obama had stripped down to a loincloth and warpaint, took up a throwing spear and a hide framed shield and started hunting down Republicans to mount on stakes in front of his newly painted Black House. Bah. You think you know a person when you vote for them, and they turn out nothing like it..." The husband in question had in fact turned on the television to CNN, and was now promply reading a book, with the TV muted. It was how he prefered to watch his news. "Mark my words," 'Cate said in a stern tone that was probably mocking. "When the dead rise, the first thing that's going to happen is we'll deny them their basic rights. All the rest of the world will see that they get affordable healthcare, but here? Zombies will be sick and living on the streets." Kyle had managed to get himself dressed in suitable workcloths and was tying up his hair when he came in, catching the end of his grandmothers rant. He rolled his eyes and joined in. "Now now, most of them will already have a nice coffin to sleep in. Just because they tore it apart rising from their eternal rest doesn't mean the tax payers have to suffer the cost of a new housing project. And community efforts can be organized to make sure that the zombies stay in their graves, so long as you don't take away their right to own shotguns." "You see what I have to deal with? My own blood thinks he's one of those violent warmongers who doesn't care who they hurt. He's really a nice boy, I don't know where these ideas get in his head from." "Guns don't kill zombies..." Kyle started the 'guns don't kill people, people kill people' mantra. "No, they just encourage it by making it easier." 'Cate snapped back even as Kyle was patting her on the shoulder. "Guns are the true evil. Guns and money. Nobody should be allowed to have either..." "Then I guess you voted for the right president after all. Look, I need to head off for work. Is there anything you need me to do here before I leave?" He asked. "Go check with your grandfather." 'Cate said. Those instructions alone would leave Kyle standing in front of the man shouting at him to be heard and understood, and then several minutes while the question was contemplated. The answer was invariably yes, but the exact project was often something that couldn't be done in the timeframe presented anyway.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 7, 2013 10:27:39 GMT -8
"Alright-" he paused, listening to Lena, "Did you hear that?"
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Eloise watched as the events unfolded, giving an amused laugh while watching Kyle leave. All of a sudden, after a moment or two of silence, her face fell to a much more serious expression, and she spoke lowly.
"Something bad's going to happen, Kate, and I'm not sure what it is."
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Post by JW% on Dec 7, 2013 14:31:39 GMT -8
Eloise watched as the events unfolded, giving an amused laugh while watching Kyle leave. All of a sudden, after a moment or two of silence, her face fell to a much more serious expression, and she spoke lowly. "Something bad's going to happen, Kate, and I'm not sure what it is." Hecate seemed to sober up. Well, she lowered her voice as well, it really wasn't any more sober than before. "Since my hip replacement I've been reading the tea leaves when I could." She replied. "Beastly ritual, takes all the pleasure out of tea. It can't be done with bagged tea, and you can't use the microwave..." She trailed off. "Something worse than someone getting into a car accident, but not as bad as the inevitable collapse of western civilization as the rest of the world revolts against the bully that's stolen everything from them, leaving them starving and desperate." 'Cate looked at Eloise. "I'm not a sayer of sooth, you'll need somebody more able than I to tell you what it is."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 7, 2013 15:05:47 GMT -8
"...I see." Eloise sighed, shoulder sagging. "Damn. I had hoped, that by coming here... you and I are the only ones left. I don't know these new witches well enough to ask them to tell me anything, but perhaps I'll just have to try to find one with the proper talent... I hope that whatever my granddaughter is hiding from me isn't a friend who can see the future."
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Post by JW% on Dec 7, 2013 18:09:30 GMT -8
"I'm sorry." Hecate shook her head, looking into her tea. There were no leaves in it. "None of this generation seem to have such a gift. At best... well... it's your daughter who had that aura. Very few others seem to have developed it."
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Post by Alastor on Dec 8, 2013 21:07:01 GMT -8
"Alright-" he paused, listening to Lena, "Did you hear that?" "Yeah, go ahead." She replied. "Remember to lock up, too. I've got my keys, and the last thing we need is a wolf or something wondering on in."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 8, 2013 21:15:57 GMT -8
"Awesome! In that case, see you soon Babe!"
He hung up after kissing the receiver, going to go grab his coat, take his meds, and get on his shoes.
"We all ready?"
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Eloise nodded.
"Yes, Harley's close. I'm just not certain I can trust her with such a burden. Perhaps that's just my head talking, since she's one of my old students... ah, well."
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 9, 2013 3:20:05 GMT -8
"Really. You kissed over the phone." Lena said, looking at the younger boy before she stretched out slightly, going to the front door and opening it. "You're one of those couples? Man, that is disgustingly adorable. I just want to break your face."
"Last Airbender, you coming?" The tattooed girl inquired, smiling. "Weeee caaan stooop fooor McDonald's breaaakfast."
With rings under her eyes that made it look more like she had been punched in the face than kept up all-night, Maria huddled with her two daughters, their heads resting respectively in the crook of her arms as she combed their hair while they watched incredibly early morning cartoons.
The only people up at this hour were college students and hipster fucks who went to Starbucks. Or so she heard. Word on the street.
The girls, one light in skin and hair like her mother, with intelligent, bright blue eyes and a round face and the other with a tanned complexion, brown hair like her father, with the same intelligent, bright blue eyes which must have been a trait from their mother, had been sick all night.
It must have been some stomach bug they picked up from school. It was getting better, having had a couple of hours to get better.
But Maria wouldn't let them out of her sight. With drinks, blankets and cuddles on hand, she kept vigil throughout the night, making sure that they were as comfortable as they could be. Everyone in the house seemed to be on hand.
Even the cat, black and white, with one well-healed over eye, rested quietly on Emily's lap - her first born and light-skinned daughter - while occasionally waking up to eat, shit and return to either Emily's lap or that of her other daughter, her second born, who was the odd one out visually, Lily.
She decided to wait, rest with her daughters before she 'got up' for the day to go shopping for groceries and to investigate the Witches. Maybe for the whole day, since they'd most likely be home from school.
"Poor babies." She cooed quietly, kissing their respective foreheads. "Go to sleep."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 9, 2013 10:39:37 GMT -8
"I haven't even gotten dressed..." Amrita complained, looking down at her PJs.
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