(Crap I forgot to mention that Glaceia talks like that for two reasons. 1. She is five. 2. She never got any sort of education when she was alive which included teaching her how to talk properly.)
((Oh, I thought she was eight 
Lanthe was on a Susan Sto Helit mode here, so ... I'll edit my post 
))
Lanthe was on a Susan Sto Helit mode here, so ... I'll edit my post ))
(Umm can we put this rp on hold Friday-Sunday? I am going to the beach and I don't know if I will be able to post.)
** er... fine by me I need to figure out what to post next anyhow. this keeps getting weirder @__@ **
I need to figure out what to post next anyhow. this keeps getting weirder @__@ **
(Well I don't think any of us expected a even remotely sane rp. Should be good creative practice.)
((Sure. Lol. I wonder who's the Only Sane One in this rp, but I don't think there's any, lol.)
Lanthe wrote:
((Sure. Lol. I wonder who's the Only Sane One in this rp, but I don't think there's any, lol.)
(I would argue that Glaceia is sane, she's just too young to realize what she is doing. xD)
(( And just to clarify, the magic had an odd effect on Lanthe, who hadn't been affected by magic in a pretty long time. Like a sugar/magic rush or something. He's normally not this threatnening and he generally keeps the monsters he shifts into low, nearly always using a human form. He's more like the cool-headed, serious, snarker , not a shapeshifter who happens to be high. . So I wouldn't worry about him now, when he cools down for a while, he's going to be much more ...well, interesting 
...))
. So I wouldn't worry about him now, when he cools down for a while, he's going to be much more ...well, interesting ...))
** my turn, I guess? And can we cut down on the OOC a bit? It's getting overpopulated :x **
Revy was pretty much lost. The little fade-y girl did an abrupt 180 and started being all bubbles and sunshine, then Mr. Hellbeast Thingy turned into a wolf. Then the winds started to die down, thankfully.
Admittedly, the girl's immediate reaction to the circumstances was downright hilarious. So much so that Revonne couldn't help but snicker. Even the threat of immediate and painful death couldn't stop a couple of soft snorts from escaping. And the image continued, somehow being even more ridiculous, until she couldn't help but laugh at the scene. To think moments before she was about to freeze to death...
Now, though, she had to make good on her promise. Wiping some stray tears away, she muttered "Right... cookie... uh, be back inna bit. Have fun with Mr. Doggy!" That earned a few more giggles before she disappeared. Hopefully when she returned there would be sweets with her. And less tittering.
Revy was pretty much lost. The little fade-y girl did an abrupt 180 and started being all bubbles and sunshine, then Mr. Hellbeast Thingy turned into a wolf. Then the winds started to die down, thankfully.
Admittedly, the girl's immediate reaction to the circumstances was downright hilarious. So much so that Revonne couldn't help but snicker. Even the threat of immediate and painful death couldn't stop a couple of soft snorts from escaping. And the image continued, somehow being even more ridiculous, until she couldn't help but laugh at the scene. To think moments before she was about to freeze to death...
Now, though, she had to make good on her promise. Wiping some stray tears away, she muttered "Right... cookie... uh, be back inna bit. Have fun with Mr. Doggy!" That earned a few more giggles before she disappeared. Hopefully when she returned there would be sweets with her. And less tittering.
((Yep ))
I watched her slowly leave, and the wolf tilted his head. The drug like effects of the portal were passing, and my mind was sharp now. Terribly sharp.
Chaos never hurt me. And Winter never could.
The wolf's fur bristled as it took a step backwards - through the ethereal girl- and howled, digging its paws into the concrete. It was a clear, ringing howl, the kind that echoed through the forest, a terrible means of simple communication between a wolf and the pack. Except if it was in a forest, the pack should never answer.
And as it howled, it changed again, its eyes becoming smaller, the pupil merely a line in the yellowed iris. The dark brown of the fur changed into the slick black of the medium length hair.
The man's cheekbones were high, and his skin was pale. He was wearing dark leather shoes, a black italian suit, white shirt, red tie and, of course, the dark sunglasses.
I chose this form, because it was humorous.
That's the thing with humans. Show them a monstruous hydra? They get scared, but they get over it. And when they get scared, they become angry, and they become dangerous.
Show them a stylish man in his later twenties, wearing sunglasses and with shiny white teeth? They think he's a lawyer, and their brain always unerthes a "logical" reason for the man always wearing sunglasses. Hmm...maybe he has a problem with his eyes? A scar, possibly? Yes, yes. Of course he does.
Ah, THEY'D notice the whole thing, of course. But still. To add a little touch of ironism into all this.
Well, I was missing my suitcase. I'd arrange that soon enough.
Then I turned to the older girl. "I thought you were something when you murdered all those men, but I never expected this! Okay, I actually did. But that doesn't mean I should be right. So you summoned that young girl here and now you're planning on abandoning her? Shame on you, punk." I said, leaning towards the phantom kid and noting brutally:
"Hey, kiddo. You know she's going to leave you here forever? That's right, you're never going to return to your home. Nor me. Sad, isn't it?"
Now it was just a matter of time until another blizzard sprang up. Ha, let's see if THAT motivated her.
))I watched her slowly leave, and the wolf tilted his head. The drug like effects of the portal were passing, and my mind was sharp now. Terribly sharp.
Chaos never hurt me. And Winter never could.
The wolf's fur bristled as it took a step backwards - through the ethereal girl- and howled, digging its paws into the concrete. It was a clear, ringing howl, the kind that echoed through the forest, a terrible means of simple communication between a wolf and the pack. Except if it was in a forest, the pack should never answer.
And as it howled, it changed again, its eyes becoming smaller, the pupil merely a line in the yellowed iris. The dark brown of the fur changed into the slick black of the medium length hair.
The man's cheekbones were high, and his skin was pale. He was wearing dark leather shoes, a black italian suit, white shirt, red tie and, of course, the dark sunglasses.
I chose this form, because it was humorous.
That's the thing with humans. Show them a monstruous hydra? They get scared, but they get over it. And when they get scared, they become angry, and they become dangerous.
Show them a stylish man in his later twenties, wearing sunglasses and with shiny white teeth? They think he's a lawyer, and their brain always unerthes a "logical" reason for the man always wearing sunglasses. Hmm...maybe he has a problem with his eyes? A scar, possibly? Yes, yes. Of course he does.
Ah, THEY'D notice the whole thing, of course. But still. To add a little touch of ironism into all this.
Well, I was missing my suitcase. I'd arrange that soon enough.
Then I turned to the older girl. "I thought you were something when you murdered all those men, but I never expected this! Okay, I actually did. But that doesn't mean I should be right. So you summoned that young girl here and now you're planning on abandoning her? Shame on you, punk." I said, leaning towards the phantom kid and noting brutally:
"Hey, kiddo. You know she's going to leave you here forever? That's right, you're never going to return to your home. Nor me. Sad, isn't it?"
Now it was just a matter of time until another blizzard sprang up. Ha, let's see if THAT motivated her.
((Ah...I actually might have to go afk for around a week. Maybe. If I don't, then I'll be much more active. Oh, well -.-))
** prolly wait. or go ahead and post, assuming Revy is gone (like I posted her being at the end @_@) **
(OOC: I hope this doesn't change too much.)
“Bob, I’m standing here right now and it looks like the freak snowstorm has subsided. We have not had anything like this in the entire city’s history. It has caught everyone by surprise, I mean everyone, Bob. Thankfully no one seems to have been injured in the spontaneous weather; unfortunately there is very little chance of predicting a spontaneous snowstorm like this again. We’ll keep you updated on further events. Bob?”
“Thanks, Frederick. Breaking news now, there has been an attempted robbery at Three Bears Bakery this afternoon. Whether or not the robbery coincided with the freak snowstorm has yet to be determined. We will now show you live footage from the scene.”
-
“You can’t beat us, chump.”
The thug Aervin had grabbed by the collar was bleeding from the nose as the result of a lucky punch. His mohawk, the tropes told Aervin, screamed ‘criminal’ and ‘ne’er do well’. This ne’er do well’s studly, menacing face was tarnished with swelling from multiple elbow prods and a barstool, leaving a cut on the cheek and two swollen eyes.
Despite the injuries, the thug defiantly smiled a cocky grin. “You can’t beat us,” he repeated. “We’ll hunt every last one of…you guys…” His facial expression, once smug, dissolved into confusion. “What are you, ya chump? What are…all ya’ll guys, ya freaks, what are all of ya?”
“You’re right,” the thug’s captor, Aervin, affirmed. In comparison to the stocky build of his captive, Aervin was lean and apparently fragile enough to pick on. Sugar and molasses stained most of his white shirt, as a result of the ensuing brawl in the bakery that took place just two minutes ago.
Quickly licking the last bit of sugar around his mouth, Aervin continued: “I don’t know what I am, to be honest with you. But it’s fun putting you in check.”
“We’ll kill you guys,” the thug ineffectively threatened. “We’ll kill ya.”
“Shut up.” Aervin shoved the thug back onto the tiled floor. “Just stay down.”
The bakery fell silent. The displays were broken into, the chairs were splintered, and several henchmen lay motionless on the tiled floor, having been struck earlier with deceptive pinpoint strikes to their abdomens.
Aervin sighed. Once again, he had missed an opportunity to figure out how he activated his “soft power”. He tried to recall: there was a knife that one of the thugs pulled out…and then there was this gun…and then Aervin himself stepped forward and-
“Hey!” a wary voice called out from the kitchen. “Is- is it okay to c- come out now?”
“No,” Aervin responded at once. “Stay inside, Mr. Chopra!”
“I dialed 911!”
“Great! I’m just gonna hold the fort down here, then.”
The front glass, thankfully, wasn’t shattered, and the hunters were polite enough to close the bakery door before the brawl. This saved the store from the sudden gust of wind that blew outside.
Aervin swore he saw one of the parked cars grow a thin layer of ice, but the windows fogged up before he could confirm it. The whooshing sound was growing louder, too.
A snowstorm? On such a lovely day?
-
Two police cars and a news van showed up outside the bakery not long after the 911 call. The five thugs that had showed up to the party were quickly cuffed and arrested.
Mr. Harshpreet Chopra, the only worker in the bakery at the time, was questioned as to what happened inside. “They were after me,” he explained. “I don’t know why they were after me.”
One of the officers, from deducing the skin color of the thugs and the baker, commented: “Yep, ‘s a hate crime alright.” If only he were witness to that brawl!
And the only other witness, Aervin, had long made his way out the back door when the cops showed up.
“Bob, I’m standing here right now and it looks like the freak snowstorm has subsided. We have not had anything like this in the entire city’s history. It has caught everyone by surprise, I mean everyone, Bob. Thankfully no one seems to have been injured in the spontaneous weather; unfortunately there is very little chance of predicting a spontaneous snowstorm like this again. We’ll keep you updated on further events. Bob?”
“Thanks, Frederick. Breaking news now, there has been an attempted robbery at Three Bears Bakery this afternoon. Whether or not the robbery coincided with the freak snowstorm has yet to be determined. We will now show you live footage from the scene.”
-
“You can’t beat us, chump.”
The thug Aervin had grabbed by the collar was bleeding from the nose as the result of a lucky punch. His mohawk, the tropes told Aervin, screamed ‘criminal’ and ‘ne’er do well’. This ne’er do well’s studly, menacing face was tarnished with swelling from multiple elbow prods and a barstool, leaving a cut on the cheek and two swollen eyes.
Despite the injuries, the thug defiantly smiled a cocky grin. “You can’t beat us,” he repeated. “We’ll hunt every last one of…you guys…” His facial expression, once smug, dissolved into confusion. “What are you, ya chump? What are…all ya’ll guys, ya freaks, what are all of ya?”
“You’re right,” the thug’s captor, Aervin, affirmed. In comparison to the stocky build of his captive, Aervin was lean and apparently fragile enough to pick on. Sugar and molasses stained most of his white shirt, as a result of the ensuing brawl in the bakery that took place just two minutes ago.
Quickly licking the last bit of sugar around his mouth, Aervin continued: “I don’t know what I am, to be honest with you. But it’s fun putting you in check.”
“We’ll kill you guys,” the thug ineffectively threatened. “We’ll kill ya.”
“Shut up.” Aervin shoved the thug back onto the tiled floor. “Just stay down.”
The bakery fell silent. The displays were broken into, the chairs were splintered, and several henchmen lay motionless on the tiled floor, having been struck earlier with deceptive pinpoint strikes to their abdomens.
Aervin sighed. Once again, he had missed an opportunity to figure out how he activated his “soft power”. He tried to recall: there was a knife that one of the thugs pulled out…and then there was this gun…and then Aervin himself stepped forward and-
“Hey!” a wary voice called out from the kitchen. “Is- is it okay to c- come out now?”
“No,” Aervin responded at once. “Stay inside, Mr. Chopra!”
“I dialed 911!”
“Great! I’m just gonna hold the fort down here, then.”
The front glass, thankfully, wasn’t shattered, and the hunters were polite enough to close the bakery door before the brawl. This saved the store from the sudden gust of wind that blew outside.
Aervin swore he saw one of the parked cars grow a thin layer of ice, but the windows fogged up before he could confirm it. The whooshing sound was growing louder, too.
A snowstorm? On such a lovely day?
-
Two police cars and a news van showed up outside the bakery not long after the 911 call. The five thugs that had showed up to the party were quickly cuffed and arrested.
Mr. Harshpreet Chopra, the only worker in the bakery at the time, was questioned as to what happened inside. “They were after me,” he explained. “I don’t know why they were after me.”
One of the officers, from deducing the skin color of the thugs and the baker, commented: “Yep, ‘s a hate crime alright.” If only he were witness to that brawl!
And the only other witness, Aervin, had long made his way out the back door when the cops showed up.
(How far is Aervin from the rest of the group? Glaceia's powers don't have that great of a range as anything more then a mile is really pushing it.
@Caustic Sorry about the ooc.
)
Glaceia tilted her head in confusion as Revy started laughing at the whole thing. Now Glaceia being as naive as she was, honestly didn't understand how the whole thing was ludicrous and thus was unable to see the humor in it. To her, everything made perfect sense because it had happened ergo it made sense. Things like normalcy and reality were concepts that she had never learned. So she just stood there with a face that made it like you could almost see the question marks floating above her head. Adorable really.
However as Revy started to leave, Glaceia forgot her confusion and started to wave to her. "Bye bye! Glaceia have lots of fun with doggy!"
She then turned to Mr. "Doggy" only to see that "doggy" was nowhere to be found. Instead what she saw was a man in strange clothes. The ghost child then let out an eep and...fell through the ground. Less then a minute later, her head would pop out of the ground again about five meters from Lanthe with a shy expression on her face. Glaceia then looked back and forth as she looked for "doggy" before finally floating free of the ground. Finally being completely stumped as to where "doggy" could have gone, she gathered her courage and managed to ask the man in front of her.
"Mister...do you know where doggy went to?"
However it seemed that Lanthe had other things on his mind as he scolded Revy for abandoning the child that she had unintentionally summoned. It was then that he turned his attention to said child with the apparent intent of provoking her powers again.
At first it would appear that he had failed as she said. "Home? I no has one, I no need a home." However that would be the case for only a few moments as by Glaceia realized what he had said previously. "Huh? She no come back? I be left alone?" This then had the predictable effect of causing her to whimper before crying again. Once again normal weather took a back seat to an untimely winter, but as Glaceia was more upset about being abandoned then she was about landing face first in the dirt, the weather was correspondingly worse. This time the wind was at 35 mph and the temperature plummeted to about 22 degrees Fahrenheit. On top of this it was indeed snowing a tad harder then it had the last time as well thus suggesting the worse she felt, the worse the weather. However her powers reached their peak with one specific trigger and woe to everyone who had the misfortune to be around her when that trigger was squeezed.
(I kind of hope that her fire phobia isn't discovered too soon as that would likely be a case of too much too soon, what the heck?)
@Caustic Sorry about the ooc.
)Glaceia tilted her head in confusion as Revy started laughing at the whole thing. Now Glaceia being as naive as she was, honestly didn't understand how the whole thing was ludicrous and thus was unable to see the humor in it. To her, everything made perfect sense because it had happened ergo it made sense. Things like normalcy and reality were concepts that she had never learned. So she just stood there with a face that made it like you could almost see the question marks floating above her head. Adorable really.
However as Revy started to leave, Glaceia forgot her confusion and started to wave to her. "Bye bye! Glaceia have lots of fun with doggy!"
She then turned to Mr. "Doggy" only to see that "doggy" was nowhere to be found. Instead what she saw was a man in strange clothes. The ghost child then let out an eep and...fell through the ground. Less then a minute later, her head would pop out of the ground again about five meters from Lanthe with a shy expression on her face. Glaceia then looked back and forth as she looked for "doggy" before finally floating free of the ground. Finally being completely stumped as to where "doggy" could have gone, she gathered her courage and managed to ask the man in front of her.
"Mister...do you know where doggy went to?"
However it seemed that Lanthe had other things on his mind as he scolded Revy for abandoning the child that she had unintentionally summoned. It was then that he turned his attention to said child with the apparent intent of provoking her powers again.
At first it would appear that he had failed as she said. "Home? I no has one, I no need a home." However that would be the case for only a few moments as by Glaceia realized what he had said previously. "Huh? She no come back? I be left alone?" This then had the predictable effect of causing her to whimper before crying again. Once again normal weather took a back seat to an untimely winter, but as Glaceia was more upset about being abandoned then she was about landing face first in the dirt, the weather was correspondingly worse. This time the wind was at 35 mph and the temperature plummeted to about 22 degrees Fahrenheit. On top of this it was indeed snowing a tad harder then it had the last time as well thus suggesting the worse she felt, the worse the weather. However her powers reached their peak with one specific trigger and woe to everyone who had the misfortune to be around her when that trigger was squeezed.
(I kind of hope that her fire phobia isn't discovered too soon as that would likely be a case of too much too soon, what the heck?)
(OOC: @Katia: He (and the bakery) was at the very edge of the radius of effect. Looks like we're gonna have to come up with something to explain how it managed to go more than one mile. Then again...)
Aervin kept walking. There was no need to get in trouble with the law at this hour.
The particular alley he went down was lit up nicely overhead. Not a good place for back-alley deals, or a bad place to get mugged. As long as he kept his swords in his backpack-holster at all times-
Whoosh. His right half of the body suddenly felt a tremendous chill. Instinctively, he braced his face with his left arm against the sudden wind, stepping backwards away from the frigid temperatures.
Aervin quickly eased up; he saw that one half of the alley had been split down the middle with a thin marking of ice. The right half covered its walls thick in snow. Harsh precipitation scattered across the alley, and quickly overtook the streets he was between.
The left half of the alley was getting colder with each passing moment. His own "soft power" agreed; two freak snowstorms in one sitting was not normal at all.
There could be a weather machine trying to mess things up. Yes, of course! The man Aervin was looking for...hearsay tipped him off that he had something that could control the elements.
First, though, he needed a jacket and a hot beverage. Making his way outside the alley, he ran down the next street, past confused onlookers with convenient cameras who were busy recording the weather.
Aervin kept walking. There was no need to get in trouble with the law at this hour.
The particular alley he went down was lit up nicely overhead. Not a good place for back-alley deals, or a bad place to get mugged. As long as he kept his swords in his backpack-holster at all times-
Whoosh. His right half of the body suddenly felt a tremendous chill. Instinctively, he braced his face with his left arm against the sudden wind, stepping backwards away from the frigid temperatures.
Aervin quickly eased up; he saw that one half of the alley had been split down the middle with a thin marking of ice. The right half covered its walls thick in snow. Harsh precipitation scattered across the alley, and quickly overtook the streets he was between.
The left half of the alley was getting colder with each passing moment. His own "soft power" agreed; two freak snowstorms in one sitting was not normal at all.
There could be a weather machine trying to mess things up. Yes, of course! The man Aervin was looking for...hearsay tipped him off that he had something that could control the elements.
First, though, he needed a jacket and a hot beverage. Making his way outside the alley, he ran down the next street, past confused onlookers with convenient cameras who were busy recording the weather.
(( OOC: Hi all! I'm back for one day, and then I'll be away for a few days again. Maybe (if I'm lucky) I'll also make a few posts tomorrow. Oh, and I thought Revy was planning to leave , not actually already left. Uh...can we just say that he said this as she left, and he stopped when she really did leave, for good? ))
I glanced at the girl in punk clothes leave, rolling my eyes behind the sunglasses. Gosh. Humans this days.
I could follow her. I could shift into a raven and discover exactly what that walking, ticking bomb would do next. I could stop her before she would destroy something major and hurt more people.
Well, bugger that. Its not that I didn't worry, 'cause I did. It's just that, frankly, I couldn't care less . So what if she has the powers to cause chairs to start tapdancing while smoking expensive cigars, frogs to explode in a cloud of sulphur before ascending to heaven and beating an angel to death with a giraffe? So what if she turns a shopping centre in the next metal powered godzilla?
I had more important things to do.
One of them, actually, wasn't finding out how the hell her magic could teleport me. My organism had already dealt with that.
One of them, on the other hand, was seeing if I didn't get frozen to death . *
The man in the suit coughed a moment, ignoring the little girl, and snapped his long, thin fingers.
The car approached, rumbling quietly.
It was an ...interesting car.
First, it happened to be a 1926 Bentley. Then, it didn't have one scratch. Not one single scratch. And then it happened to be staring disapprovingly at you from the lights. No, it didn't have eyes.
The most obvious fact, however, was that the falling snow and hail stopped some 10 inches away from the car, and dissolved in the air.
I glanced at the kid, speaking in a rather unfortunate british accent. "Look, girl. I suppose you don't want to have a ride with me? This is a car. A car. Like a carriage. Only quicker. Anyway, what year are you from? I might manage to take you there." I asked, opening the door. If she even dared leave some ectoplasm or consoantic spirit slime on the car, I'd leave her in the paradox and that was that. I know I'm fantastically nice, but I have my limits.
*Figuratively speaking, of course.
))I glanced at the girl in punk clothes leave, rolling my eyes behind the sunglasses. Gosh. Humans this days.
I could follow her. I could shift into a raven and discover exactly what that walking, ticking bomb would do next. I could stop her before she would destroy something major and hurt more people.
Well, bugger that. Its not that I didn't worry, 'cause I did. It's just that, frankly, I couldn't care less . So what if she has the powers to cause chairs to start tapdancing while smoking expensive cigars, frogs to explode in a cloud of sulphur before ascending to heaven and beating an angel to death with a giraffe? So what if she turns a shopping centre in the next metal powered godzilla?
I had more important things to do.
One of them, actually, wasn't finding out how the hell her magic could teleport me. My organism had already dealt with that.
One of them, on the other hand, was seeing if I didn't get frozen to death . *
The man in the suit coughed a moment, ignoring the little girl, and snapped his long, thin fingers.
The car approached, rumbling quietly.
It was an ...interesting car.
First, it happened to be a 1926 Bentley. Then, it didn't have one scratch. Not one single scratch. And then it happened to be staring disapprovingly at you from the lights. No, it didn't have eyes.
The most obvious fact, however, was that the falling snow and hail stopped some 10 inches away from the car, and dissolved in the air.
I glanced at the kid, speaking in a rather unfortunate british accent. "Look, girl. I suppose you don't want to have a ride with me? This is a car. A car. Like a carriage. Only quicker. Anyway, what year are you from? I might manage to take you there." I asked, opening the door. If she even dared leave some ectoplasm or consoantic spirit slime on the car, I'd leave her in the paradox and that was that. I know I'm fantastically nice, but I have my limits.
*Figuratively speaking, of course.
** alsdfjadjf; I know I said to cut back on the OOC, but bleah. I'll post later. need sleeeeep T__T **
** double-post ahoy! @Lanthe: whatever works~; @Aervin: maybe trace chaotic energy causes a temporary spike in her powers - that would lampshade it away while remaining in context XP **
Each succeeding Jump brought Revy closer to the bakery just around the corner, though as she neared it was obvious a scene was occurring. Rather than dropping herself into the middle of the scene (whichcould likelywould make things worse), she instead vaulted off a closed Dumpster, over someone's head, and Traveled to the second floor, landing in a roll as she planted her feet. After a moment of self-admiration for such skill - and a moment's distraction by a bird at the window - she carefully made her way downstairs.
Just because she could "see" through walls didn't mean she could see what was going on there; sometimes it was better to use her eyes rather than her sixth sense to find out. Carefully entering through the back of the kitchen, she found no one in sight - definitely odd. Also, she could hear police chatter nearby (knowing it was the popo totally had nothing to do with her getting into trouble with the law more than once, usually on accident), and her instinct noted several prone figures out in the lobby.
But right now, acquiring a cookie was her objective. More specifically, one of dem big fat ones wrapped in cellophane sitting on the store counter right now, in plain view of everyone. Traveling around the counter she peeked over to make sure no one was watching; coincidentally, one of the cops was reaching for said cookie, which mysteriously disappeared from his grasp a moment before he could get to hit. He swore he saw a young lady for a split second before she disappeared, and later recalled giggling in the background. Of course, none of it was conclusive, nor was there any trace of anyone to be found after the fact, save for the door to the stairs left ajar in the kitchen area.
Nevertheless, objective complete!
On her way back, she noted that the weather was turning chilly all of a sudden. Which was odd, because that girl was quite a ways away by now. Shivering, Revy checked her head-map, finding that it was just them two nearby before the mystery man veered off and went elsewhere, leaving her by herself. Was the little ghosty-girl really that strong? Maybe, or maybe her passage here had toyed with her powers. Either way, Revy needed to scoot.
And good timing too! In place of the wolf was a person, or something that looked like one. However, the vibe she was getting off the thing wasn't anything human-like. Doubly-so when a car rolled up out of nowhere, and a really old one too. Nifty trick, but that set off all kinds of pedo-alarms in Revy's mind.
So it was likely to everyone's surprise when she randomly appeared between the little ghosty-girl and the hellbeast-wolf-man-lookalike, screaming "Hold it! STRANGER DANGER!!" After a period of pregnant silence - and a dramatic cough - she continued in a posh tone "I cannot, in good faith, allow this child to be escorted any further without first inspecting this fine automobile." Turning to the little ghosty-girl, she produced and unwrapped the confectionery disc, handing it to the girl. "Also, cookie."
Then the strange young lady turned on her heels and strutted over to the Bentley, acting as snobbish as humanly possible for her - all the while trying so very hard not to break out into a fit of laughter.
Each succeeding Jump brought Revy closer to the bakery just around the corner, though as she neared it was obvious a scene was occurring. Rather than dropping herself into the middle of the scene (which
Just because she could "see" through walls didn't mean she could see what was going on there; sometimes it was better to use her eyes rather than her sixth sense to find out. Carefully entering through the back of the kitchen, she found no one in sight - definitely odd. Also, she could hear police chatter nearby (knowing it was the popo totally had nothing to do with her getting into trouble with the law more than once, usually on accident), and her instinct noted several prone figures out in the lobby.
But right now, acquiring a cookie was her objective. More specifically, one of dem big fat ones wrapped in cellophane sitting on the store counter right now, in plain view of everyone. Traveling around the counter she peeked over to make sure no one was watching; coincidentally, one of the cops was reaching for said cookie, which mysteriously disappeared from his grasp a moment before he could get to hit. He swore he saw a young lady for a split second before she disappeared, and later recalled giggling in the background. Of course, none of it was conclusive, nor was there any trace of anyone to be found after the fact, save for the door to the stairs left ajar in the kitchen area.
Nevertheless, objective complete!
On her way back, she noted that the weather was turning chilly all of a sudden. Which was odd, because that girl was quite a ways away by now. Shivering, Revy checked her head-map, finding that it was just them two nearby before the mystery man veered off and went elsewhere, leaving her by herself. Was the little ghosty-girl really that strong? Maybe, or maybe her passage here had toyed with her powers. Either way, Revy needed to scoot.
And good timing too! In place of the wolf was a person, or something that looked like one. However, the vibe she was getting off the thing wasn't anything human-like. Doubly-so when a car rolled up out of nowhere, and a really old one too. Nifty trick, but that set off all kinds of pedo-alarms in Revy's mind.
So it was likely to everyone's surprise when she randomly appeared between the little ghosty-girl and the hellbeast-wolf-man-lookalike, screaming "Hold it! STRANGER DANGER!!" After a period of pregnant silence - and a dramatic cough - she continued in a posh tone "I cannot, in good faith, allow this child to be escorted any further without first inspecting this fine automobile." Turning to the little ghosty-girl, she produced and unwrapped the confectionery disc, handing it to the girl. "Also, cookie."
Then the strange young lady turned on her heels and strutted over to the Bentley, acting as snobbish as humanly possible for her - all the while trying so very hard not to break out into a fit of laughter.
I rolled my eyes at her, leaning on the bentley and grinning.
" Dontcha worry about me, O Wacky and Punk Girl of Hideous clothes. I'm not interested in anything of that kind with a human, thank you very much. For god's-ahem, the gods' sake..." And here, e moi threw a particullary annoyed glance towards the heavens. (And I really mean, the Heavens.)
" Anyways, she's a ghost. A ghost. And I am taking her back to the time she lives in, thank you very much. Time Travel doesn't end well, really. Except for me, but that's not the point."
"And a- take your grubby paws off that!" I snapped, as she went to touch the bentley with her snobbish fake upperclass accent . "That part there, yes, there, it brings out the Entiroxidantic missiles. Okay, it's actually voice activated, but your paws are still grubby."
I sighed and turned to her. "Just don't touch it. The Bentley has more than three hundred years. * The point is, I don't go around killing little girls. She's even already dead. "
"By the way, you're the one who brang her here. " I pointed out bluntly, and then shrugging again. " Oh, well. You really should get that tatoo off you, you know. " I grinned maliciously. "My dear child, what will your parents say when they see it? Scratch that, what will your parents say when they see the tables and chairs dancing tango and the fridge being ransacked by pink, flying monkeys?"
*Time. Travel. So don't start.
" Dontcha worry about me, O Wacky and Punk Girl of Hideous clothes. I'm not interested in anything of that kind with a human, thank you very much. For god's-ahem, the gods' sake..." And here, e moi threw a particullary annoyed glance towards the heavens. (And I really mean, the Heavens.)
" Anyways, she's a ghost. A ghost. And I am taking her back to the time she lives in, thank you very much. Time Travel doesn't end well, really. Except for me, but that's not the point."
"And a- take your grubby paws off that!" I snapped, as she went to touch the bentley with her snobbish fake upperclass accent . "That part there, yes, there, it brings out the Entiroxidantic missiles. Okay, it's actually voice activated, but your paws are still grubby."
I sighed and turned to her. "Just don't touch it. The Bentley has more than three hundred years. * The point is, I don't go around killing little girls. She's even already dead. "
"By the way, you're the one who brang her here. " I pointed out bluntly, and then shrugging again. " Oh, well. You really should get that tatoo off you, you know. " I grinned maliciously. "My dear child, what will your parents say when they see it? Scratch that, what will your parents say when they see the tables and chairs dancing tango and the fridge being ransacked by pink, flying monkeys?"
*Time. Travel. So don't start.
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