RE: Sensual Wizard Problems: The Mirkening
10-24-2014, 03:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-24-2014, 03:35 AM by Dalmationer.)
Some goofy logs set after the last session (that i didn't do a synopsis of.) spoilers i like to rp way too much
jesus christ the bird is fucked up oh my god.
Wind's Daughter hangs out with brob a bit i guess.
Paranoid Bird Logz.
Killjoy x Wendy hateship OTP
The bird is seriously evil (& is digging her own grave now.)
jesus christ the bird is fucked up oh my god.
Wind's Daughter hangs out with brob a bit i guess.
Paranoid Bird Logz.
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((wd has a desk in her "office" too, but she doesn't use it for business ever. she keeps things on it just to dramatically sweep them off in the heat of the moment.))
[22/10/2014 22:35:31] Dalm: Brob's office was... Pretty underwhelming compared to Wendy's. While she had a love hate relationship with clutter, Brob was much more used to open spaces. His room, though comfortable, was not as tackily pseudo-fancy. It was very obviously a room where business was done, and people weren't.
Wind's Daughter smiled sunnily at Killjoy as the devil left. The gesture oozed violence in a passive aggressive "You Didn't Come To See Me But I Won't Hold It Against You" way. She slipped past the semidevil, ostensibly oblivious to a grin like a seamstress' store room.
She knocked softly, and came in without waiting for an answer.
"Hello, sweetie!", she crooned, "I wanted to talk to you, hm hm?"
[22/10/2014 22:35:54] Dalm: ((haha she actually does have one. She writes a lot of notes but you know. Doctor's handwriting.))
[22/10/2014 22:36:04] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((with wing arms))
[22/10/2014 22:36:07] Dalm: ((yeah.))
[22/10/2014 22:36:16] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((pluck off a feather, dip it in an inkwell))
[22/10/2014 22:36:27] Dalm: ((/she/ can't read half of it. She has to ask Index.))
[22/10/2014 22:37:00] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: (("She slipped past the semidevil, ostensibly oblivious to a grin like a seamstress' store room." who had the grin?))
[22/10/2014 22:38:34] Dalm: ((well, wendy doesn't have teeth.))
[22/10/2014 22:38:51] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((oh duh))
[22/10/2014 22:39:16] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((i bet if wd had noticed the grin she'd just assume killjoy and brob just finished doin' it -- and without even invitng her!))
[22/10/2014 22:39:17] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob looked up from his desk atop Killjoy's desk as he filed his minimizing glass into the drawer. (It's like a magnifyting glass but opposite. Magic.) "Hello, Windy," he said. "What about?"
[22/10/2014 22:44:40] Dalm: "You know, I asked you to meet me in my office when you were done your little spy mission, hm hm?" She leaned on the table, knocking the pencil over. It careened off of the side like some kind of pencilanche.
"Not that it worries me. Earlier I was positively furious but... Well, you know. I've given it some thought and you two were probably in the right.~"
[22/10/2014 22:49:19 | Edited 22:51:55] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob coughed and stood up, buttoning his coat. He felt like drawing himself up a little taller as Windy looked down at him like a worm and cast a to-scale-miles-long shadow over him.
"Mm, well, that's good, that's good to hear. Thought it was gonna be a disciplinary talking-to, and I wasn't having any of that. And besides, who knows what I'm gonna walk into in your office if I just drop in. We can hash whatever it is else you wanted to say right here and now, I'm free. Take a seat." Brob gestured to the guest chair.
[22/10/2014 22:54:07] Dalm: Wind's Daughter gracefully pulled out her seat. It was still warm from killjoy's stay. She preened one of the feathers on her arm. She gave him a coy, delicate smile as he stretched up.
"You know, sweetcakes, I have a potion in my bag if you... You know, want to be face-to-face, yes? I already tested it. veeeery safe.~"
[22/10/2014 22:57:38] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Pardon me if I think I know what you'd want out of me as soon as I was comprably-sized," Brob said, lowering his gaze at her.
[22/10/2014 22:58:52] Dalm: "Please, not if you didn't want to! Unless you do...~" She flicked her tongue out.
[22/10/2014 23:00:04] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "What is it you wanted to talk about?"
[22/10/2014 23:01:28] Dalm: "Aw..." She leaned back in the chair, a smile on her face. She casually plopped a tiny bottle down on his desk.
"I just wanted to say, try not to spend so much time around Ms. Killjoy, hm hm?"
[22/10/2014 23:03:05] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob eyed the bottle with narrowed eyelids, then flicked his gaze back up to Windy's. "Excuse me?"
[22/10/2014 23:05:22] Dalm: "Oh, i'm not meaning it as a slight to her; I wouldn't have hired her if she wasn't charming and skilled in her job but, well.", she paused, "She's like me, hm?"
[22/10/2014 23:08:30] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Not at all," he said.
[22/10/2014 23:14:05] Dalm: "Oh, not in that way, silly. I mean, she knows how to get what she wants. I can tell that, hm? She's soo sweet and she probably won't outright betray us but just stay awake, hm hm?", she paused. "How did that mission go anyway?"
[22/10/2014 23:16:11] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Very well," he said. "Well... kinda well. We didn't get far into the cave, just laid a bunch of petals in the baby-making area. Not sure what good that'll do, but Killjoy seems pleased with those results."
[22/10/2014 23:21:24] Dalm: "Interesting. I think the idea is that Maribella thinks Snowball was doing something in her area, and Snowball believes Maribella did something to the lich, yes?"
Wendy shifted in her seat. "I've been thinking, hm... You know this place is all coming crashing down?"
[22/10/2014 23:22:10] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Yes, Cai Lang or whatnot and all that... quite worrisome, we're gonna have to arrange escape plans ASAP."
[22/10/2014 23:22:26] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Which is why we're going through all this trouble to gnab us a Grimbane."
[22/10/2014 23:24:47] Dalm: "Mmm. I have been thinking about that. Perhaps even trying to consider our role in it. In yee they have a saying, hm. 'Fuck ten biches pay ten dowries.' Wait. Not that one. 'If you have to jump, you need a cliff.'" She stroked her chin. "Couldn't we be that cliff?"
[22/10/2014 23:25:32] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "I don't follow."
[22/10/2014 23:26:56] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Give them enough rope to hang themselves?"
[22/10/2014 23:27:04] Dalm: "No."
[22/10/2014 23:30:02] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Oh, oh, wait, when you guys jump off a cliff, you glide."
[22/10/2014 23:30:15] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Because you can't just fly from a standing start."
[22/10/2014 23:30:31] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "So it's not... suicide..."
[22/10/2014 23:33:00] Dalm: She winked. "Yes, silly. It's about solidity. We have amassed quite an array of infastructure here, sweetie, in case you hadn't quite realised that yet."
A beaked face leaned down near him, taloned fingers drumming on the table.
"We have two options... We flee this prison, or... we save it and rule here! They're not mutually exclusive. Either way, however, we need solidity."
[22/10/2014 23:33:37] Dalm: "That is, after all, what people like, hm? They like a sense that tomorrow is going to be very similar to today, yes? We can provide that, but Maribella and Snowball? They cannot."
[22/10/2014 23:33:53] Dalm: "They don't have your savviness.~"
[22/10/2014 23:37:15] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "I see what you're saying about the infrastructure and all," Brob said, lighting one of his tiny, tiny joints, and leaned on the table. "But," he exhaled into her beak to make her back off and give him some room, "there's no guaruntee that the prison ITSELF is going to be here tomorrow. What good is it to be captain of a sinking ship, or king of the junkyard?"
[22/10/2014 23:39:51] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "And even if that weren't the case, I'd still want out. Need I remind you I'm only in here because I was /so good/ at escaping prisons? And it's not like I was miserable in any of those either! I know I'm small, but I want out into the whole, big world out there. Think about it like this: We can make it big in here? We can make it big /anywhere/."
[22/10/2014 23:44:12] Dalm: Wendy pulled back a little bit, but not enough for it to be comfortable. "That is precisely what I mean, sweetie. When we escape, though, others have to come with us. Partly because no one deserves to be trapped here forever... And partly because what's the point of escaping if no one /knows/~"
"Oh, brob. We have- foolishly perhaps- devoted our time into infastructure here. Here is what I think... We encourage our patrons to try to save this place, sell them weapons, helpful potions perhaps. Meanwhile we take over what's left and experiment with ways out.
"That way when we get out, everyone will know we are good, trustworthy, yes? What do you think. I value your little criticisms.~"
[22/10/2014 23:53:53 | Edited 23:55:22] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Yeah, that whole new Kobold apartment block and new farming wing..." Brob slicked back his hair."I don't particularly care for waiting when the walls could come down at any moment. And I can hardly trust outsiders to handle the responsibility of saving the day when they can hardly even keep the cafe orderly when I'm out. Delegation only goes so far, and I think those already in our trusted circle are simply the best for the job, if only because they are directly accountable to us."
[22/10/2014 23:59:22] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "And you have the whole idea of escape backwards — what is the point of escaping IF anyone knows? They'll just find you and lock you up again, even when you didn't do anything wrong after! It's a crock. My plan is to escape out into Killjoy's plane with Harvey, which I believe isn't my own, but it's hard to be sure. That way we can make a fresh start. She's a princess there, you know! Oh, and, uh, you too."
"If we can get some other inmates out with us, great. Unless they're truly dangerous. But if we can't, I won't hurt for them."
[23/10/2014 00:04:29 | Edited 00:04:48] Dalm: "I don't think I want killjoy to outrank me, sweetheart. Let alone live in a plane full of devils who are so wise to my wiles, hm.~ I'm sorry." Wendy smiled. "The little dear thinks I can't read infernal. You should have seen the first draft of our contract. But anyway... Well, think it over. Think about how co-saviour of the prison plane suits you.~"
She sighs.
"So, sweetie. Other than that... How have you been? Since we stopped living in the old cell block, we really haven't had much of a chance to just talk. So busy!"
[23/10/2014 00:10:46] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "I guess power isn't as important to me as it is to you." Brob shrugged.
"I've been doing very well for myself, as you can probably tell. My ledgers are in order, I dress in nothing but the finest, and Killjoy's truly been a godsend. Only problem I've had is that I don't get to spend as much time with Harvey as we used to, but then, that was all day and all night and we were miserable and cold and hungry the whole time." He took a long drag. "You?"
[23/10/2014 00:14:09] Dalm: She shrugged. "Oh, you know. I have been experimenting, spending oh so much time trying to find a way to block your little accountant out of my head, hm hm? I think she knows some things she isn't supposed to. Do you have another cigarrette? One in my size.~"
Wind's Daughter put her head down on the table. "Morgan won't sleep with me any more. I think he's upset about something."
[23/10/2014 00:15:47] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Probably the maid outfit," Brob said, struggling to open one of the drawers on the full-size desk. "He keeps grumbling about putting on 'something sensible,' before he remembers you took those from him."
[23/10/2014 00:20:25] Dalm: "Please, he does so love wearing that. He is just making a show because it wasn't his idea!~"
She opened the door, jolting brob forward a bit. She dipped a cigarrette in a little jar of some kind of wax. The end ignited and there was a smell like burning limes and a very slightly arousing smell.
"It is such a shame about you and Harvey, though. You two should spend some time together. I have never seen two creatures closer, and trust me, I have been /very/ close to a few creatures in my time, hm hm?"
[23/10/2014 00:24:02] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "No, I really think he dislikes it," said Brob. "Have you asked him? Why don't you give him his somethings sensible back and see if he takes them?"
Brob reeled from the gut-hit from the drawer knob. "Yeah, I was going to get right back to him when I was done setting the books in order with Killjoy tonight, but something came up..."
[23/10/2014 00:27:20] Dalm: "That's too bad, hm hm. I can let you go, if that is what you really want.~ Just... Please do not let Killjoy replace me, hm? We are friends. Oh, and remember that potion!"
[23/10/2014 00:28:35] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob stashed the potion in his inventory. "You're gonna get this whole Morgan situation straightened out, right? He's been really testy recently. More than usual."
[23/10/2014 00:32:14] Dalm: "Perhaps. I don't think it's Indie. He does not exactly know about her yet, unless one of the others told him. Maybe it was that potion I let him try..." She shuddered perceptibly.
[23/10/2014 00:32:21] Dalm:
"I /will/ talk to him, I suppose. He is the sweetest little thing, after all."
[23/10/2014 00:32:30] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "What potion?"
[23/10/2014 00:32:55] Dalm: "Just... A potion, hm? One I used to make when I was his age."
[23/10/2014 00:36:46 | Edited 00:38:06] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Ah, I see, it's the vaguest potion there is. My apologies for inquiring, that's just not the nature of the beast. Look, just get Morgan back on his two feet again, we can't have a moody head barista. It's really starting to effect our operations. And if that means getting rid of the damn dress, then do it!"
[23/10/2014 00:43:07] Dalm: "Fiiine. I do not think it's the dress, though." clicks her beak nervously. Or at least, would do it nervously if anyone actually understood weird bird body language. "If you would like some detail on the potion, well... It is just the tiniest bit embarrassing."
[23/10/2014 00:43:17 | Edited 00:44:49] Dalm: "Just imagine /everything/ a sweet little keen girl wants, and give her magic juice that can make it happen, hm?"
[23/10/2014 00:44:53] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "A pony, a lollipop, a sleepover, footie pajamas, and everyone's her friend. Hell of a potion."
[23/10/2014 00:50:21] Dalm: "Maybe that last one. A little bit of confidence. Smooth, white feathers. A smackrel of sensuality. Maybe just the tiniest bit of ambition... All flavoured with red apples and sugar." She shrugged, fluffed her feathers up to leave. "Well, you know. I won't let him have any more. There shouldn't be any chance of it becoming permenant. I'll see you later, sweetie. Have fun with Harvey.~"
[23/10/2014 00:52:57] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob imagined Morgan suddenly sprouting feathers and stifled a laugh. "Alright, catch you later," he said.
[23/10/2014 00:55:21] Dalm: "Good bye.~"
She sauntered out the door. He heard the whiny aristocrat tones of Index pipe up when it shut. A faint 'sh.'
Her perfume hung in the air with the smoke from the cigarrette.
Apple-scented, as always.
[22/10/2014 22:35:31] Dalm: Brob's office was... Pretty underwhelming compared to Wendy's. While she had a love hate relationship with clutter, Brob was much more used to open spaces. His room, though comfortable, was not as tackily pseudo-fancy. It was very obviously a room where business was done, and people weren't.
Wind's Daughter smiled sunnily at Killjoy as the devil left. The gesture oozed violence in a passive aggressive "You Didn't Come To See Me But I Won't Hold It Against You" way. She slipped past the semidevil, ostensibly oblivious to a grin like a seamstress' store room.
She knocked softly, and came in without waiting for an answer.
"Hello, sweetie!", she crooned, "I wanted to talk to you, hm hm?"
[22/10/2014 22:35:54] Dalm: ((haha she actually does have one. She writes a lot of notes but you know. Doctor's handwriting.))
[22/10/2014 22:36:04] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((with wing arms))
[22/10/2014 22:36:07] Dalm: ((yeah.))
[22/10/2014 22:36:16] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((pluck off a feather, dip it in an inkwell))
[22/10/2014 22:36:27] Dalm: ((/she/ can't read half of it. She has to ask Index.))
[22/10/2014 22:37:00] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: (("She slipped past the semidevil, ostensibly oblivious to a grin like a seamstress' store room." who had the grin?))
[22/10/2014 22:38:34] Dalm: ((well, wendy doesn't have teeth.))
[22/10/2014 22:38:51] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((oh duh))
[22/10/2014 22:39:16] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: ((i bet if wd had noticed the grin she'd just assume killjoy and brob just finished doin' it -- and without even invitng her!))
[22/10/2014 22:39:17] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob looked up from his desk atop Killjoy's desk as he filed his minimizing glass into the drawer. (It's like a magnifyting glass but opposite. Magic.) "Hello, Windy," he said. "What about?"
[22/10/2014 22:44:40] Dalm: "You know, I asked you to meet me in my office when you were done your little spy mission, hm hm?" She leaned on the table, knocking the pencil over. It careened off of the side like some kind of pencilanche.
"Not that it worries me. Earlier I was positively furious but... Well, you know. I've given it some thought and you two were probably in the right.~"
[22/10/2014 22:49:19 | Edited 22:51:55] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob coughed and stood up, buttoning his coat. He felt like drawing himself up a little taller as Windy looked down at him like a worm and cast a to-scale-miles-long shadow over him.
"Mm, well, that's good, that's good to hear. Thought it was gonna be a disciplinary talking-to, and I wasn't having any of that. And besides, who knows what I'm gonna walk into in your office if I just drop in. We can hash whatever it is else you wanted to say right here and now, I'm free. Take a seat." Brob gestured to the guest chair.
[22/10/2014 22:54:07] Dalm: Wind's Daughter gracefully pulled out her seat. It was still warm from killjoy's stay. She preened one of the feathers on her arm. She gave him a coy, delicate smile as he stretched up.
"You know, sweetcakes, I have a potion in my bag if you... You know, want to be face-to-face, yes? I already tested it. veeeery safe.~"
[22/10/2014 22:57:38] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Pardon me if I think I know what you'd want out of me as soon as I was comprably-sized," Brob said, lowering his gaze at her.
[22/10/2014 22:58:52] Dalm: "Please, not if you didn't want to! Unless you do...~" She flicked her tongue out.
[22/10/2014 23:00:04] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "What is it you wanted to talk about?"
[22/10/2014 23:01:28] Dalm: "Aw..." She leaned back in the chair, a smile on her face. She casually plopped a tiny bottle down on his desk.
"I just wanted to say, try not to spend so much time around Ms. Killjoy, hm hm?"
[22/10/2014 23:03:05] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob eyed the bottle with narrowed eyelids, then flicked his gaze back up to Windy's. "Excuse me?"
[22/10/2014 23:05:22] Dalm: "Oh, i'm not meaning it as a slight to her; I wouldn't have hired her if she wasn't charming and skilled in her job but, well.", she paused, "She's like me, hm?"
[22/10/2014 23:08:30] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Not at all," he said.
[22/10/2014 23:14:05] Dalm: "Oh, not in that way, silly. I mean, she knows how to get what she wants. I can tell that, hm? She's soo sweet and she probably won't outright betray us but just stay awake, hm hm?", she paused. "How did that mission go anyway?"
[22/10/2014 23:16:11] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Very well," he said. "Well... kinda well. We didn't get far into the cave, just laid a bunch of petals in the baby-making area. Not sure what good that'll do, but Killjoy seems pleased with those results."
[22/10/2014 23:21:24] Dalm: "Interesting. I think the idea is that Maribella thinks Snowball was doing something in her area, and Snowball believes Maribella did something to the lich, yes?"
Wendy shifted in her seat. "I've been thinking, hm... You know this place is all coming crashing down?"
[22/10/2014 23:22:10] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Yes, Cai Lang or whatnot and all that... quite worrisome, we're gonna have to arrange escape plans ASAP."
[22/10/2014 23:22:26] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Which is why we're going through all this trouble to gnab us a Grimbane."
[22/10/2014 23:24:47] Dalm: "Mmm. I have been thinking about that. Perhaps even trying to consider our role in it. In yee they have a saying, hm. 'Fuck ten biches pay ten dowries.' Wait. Not that one. 'If you have to jump, you need a cliff.'" She stroked her chin. "Couldn't we be that cliff?"
[22/10/2014 23:25:32] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "I don't follow."
[22/10/2014 23:26:56] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Give them enough rope to hang themselves?"
[22/10/2014 23:27:04] Dalm: "No."
[22/10/2014 23:30:02] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Oh, oh, wait, when you guys jump off a cliff, you glide."
[22/10/2014 23:30:15] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Because you can't just fly from a standing start."
[22/10/2014 23:30:31] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "So it's not... suicide..."
[22/10/2014 23:33:00] Dalm: She winked. "Yes, silly. It's about solidity. We have amassed quite an array of infastructure here, sweetie, in case you hadn't quite realised that yet."
A beaked face leaned down near him, taloned fingers drumming on the table.
"We have two options... We flee this prison, or... we save it and rule here! They're not mutually exclusive. Either way, however, we need solidity."
[22/10/2014 23:33:37] Dalm: "That is, after all, what people like, hm? They like a sense that tomorrow is going to be very similar to today, yes? We can provide that, but Maribella and Snowball? They cannot."
[22/10/2014 23:33:53] Dalm: "They don't have your savviness.~"
[22/10/2014 23:37:15] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "I see what you're saying about the infrastructure and all," Brob said, lighting one of his tiny, tiny joints, and leaned on the table. "But," he exhaled into her beak to make her back off and give him some room, "there's no guaruntee that the prison ITSELF is going to be here tomorrow. What good is it to be captain of a sinking ship, or king of the junkyard?"
[22/10/2014 23:39:51] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "And even if that weren't the case, I'd still want out. Need I remind you I'm only in here because I was /so good/ at escaping prisons? And it's not like I was miserable in any of those either! I know I'm small, but I want out into the whole, big world out there. Think about it like this: We can make it big in here? We can make it big /anywhere/."
[22/10/2014 23:44:12] Dalm: Wendy pulled back a little bit, but not enough for it to be comfortable. "That is precisely what I mean, sweetie. When we escape, though, others have to come with us. Partly because no one deserves to be trapped here forever... And partly because what's the point of escaping if no one /knows/~"
"Oh, brob. We have- foolishly perhaps- devoted our time into infastructure here. Here is what I think... We encourage our patrons to try to save this place, sell them weapons, helpful potions perhaps. Meanwhile we take over what's left and experiment with ways out.
"That way when we get out, everyone will know we are good, trustworthy, yes? What do you think. I value your little criticisms.~"
[22/10/2014 23:53:53 | Edited 23:55:22] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Yeah, that whole new Kobold apartment block and new farming wing..." Brob slicked back his hair."I don't particularly care for waiting when the walls could come down at any moment. And I can hardly trust outsiders to handle the responsibility of saving the day when they can hardly even keep the cafe orderly when I'm out. Delegation only goes so far, and I think those already in our trusted circle are simply the best for the job, if only because they are directly accountable to us."
[22/10/2014 23:59:22] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "And you have the whole idea of escape backwards — what is the point of escaping IF anyone knows? They'll just find you and lock you up again, even when you didn't do anything wrong after! It's a crock. My plan is to escape out into Killjoy's plane with Harvey, which I believe isn't my own, but it's hard to be sure. That way we can make a fresh start. She's a princess there, you know! Oh, and, uh, you too."
"If we can get some other inmates out with us, great. Unless they're truly dangerous. But if we can't, I won't hurt for them."
[23/10/2014 00:04:29 | Edited 00:04:48] Dalm: "I don't think I want killjoy to outrank me, sweetheart. Let alone live in a plane full of devils who are so wise to my wiles, hm.~ I'm sorry." Wendy smiled. "The little dear thinks I can't read infernal. You should have seen the first draft of our contract. But anyway... Well, think it over. Think about how co-saviour of the prison plane suits you.~"
She sighs.
"So, sweetie. Other than that... How have you been? Since we stopped living in the old cell block, we really haven't had much of a chance to just talk. So busy!"
[23/10/2014 00:10:46] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "I guess power isn't as important to me as it is to you." Brob shrugged.
"I've been doing very well for myself, as you can probably tell. My ledgers are in order, I dress in nothing but the finest, and Killjoy's truly been a godsend. Only problem I've had is that I don't get to spend as much time with Harvey as we used to, but then, that was all day and all night and we were miserable and cold and hungry the whole time." He took a long drag. "You?"
[23/10/2014 00:14:09] Dalm: She shrugged. "Oh, you know. I have been experimenting, spending oh so much time trying to find a way to block your little accountant out of my head, hm hm? I think she knows some things she isn't supposed to. Do you have another cigarrette? One in my size.~"
Wind's Daughter put her head down on the table. "Morgan won't sleep with me any more. I think he's upset about something."
[23/10/2014 00:15:47] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Probably the maid outfit," Brob said, struggling to open one of the drawers on the full-size desk. "He keeps grumbling about putting on 'something sensible,' before he remembers you took those from him."
[23/10/2014 00:20:25] Dalm: "Please, he does so love wearing that. He is just making a show because it wasn't his idea!~"
She opened the door, jolting brob forward a bit. She dipped a cigarrette in a little jar of some kind of wax. The end ignited and there was a smell like burning limes and a very slightly arousing smell.
"It is such a shame about you and Harvey, though. You two should spend some time together. I have never seen two creatures closer, and trust me, I have been /very/ close to a few creatures in my time, hm hm?"
[23/10/2014 00:24:02] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "No, I really think he dislikes it," said Brob. "Have you asked him? Why don't you give him his somethings sensible back and see if he takes them?"
Brob reeled from the gut-hit from the drawer knob. "Yeah, I was going to get right back to him when I was done setting the books in order with Killjoy tonight, but something came up..."
[23/10/2014 00:27:20] Dalm: "That's too bad, hm hm. I can let you go, if that is what you really want.~ Just... Please do not let Killjoy replace me, hm? We are friends. Oh, and remember that potion!"
[23/10/2014 00:28:35] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob stashed the potion in his inventory. "You're gonna get this whole Morgan situation straightened out, right? He's been really testy recently. More than usual."
[23/10/2014 00:32:14] Dalm: "Perhaps. I don't think it's Indie. He does not exactly know about her yet, unless one of the others told him. Maybe it was that potion I let him try..." She shuddered perceptibly.
[23/10/2014 00:32:21] Dalm:
"I /will/ talk to him, I suppose. He is the sweetest little thing, after all."
[23/10/2014 00:32:30] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "What potion?"
[23/10/2014 00:32:55] Dalm: "Just... A potion, hm? One I used to make when I was his age."
[23/10/2014 00:36:46 | Edited 00:38:06] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "Ah, I see, it's the vaguest potion there is. My apologies for inquiring, that's just not the nature of the beast. Look, just get Morgan back on his two feet again, we can't have a moody head barista. It's really starting to effect our operations. And if that means getting rid of the damn dress, then do it!"
[23/10/2014 00:43:07] Dalm: "Fiiine. I do not think it's the dress, though." clicks her beak nervously. Or at least, would do it nervously if anyone actually understood weird bird body language. "If you would like some detail on the potion, well... It is just the tiniest bit embarrassing."
[23/10/2014 00:43:17 | Edited 00:44:49] Dalm: "Just imagine /everything/ a sweet little keen girl wants, and give her magic juice that can make it happen, hm?"
[23/10/2014 00:44:53] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: "A pony, a lollipop, a sleepover, footie pajamas, and everyone's her friend. Hell of a potion."
[23/10/2014 00:50:21] Dalm: "Maybe that last one. A little bit of confidence. Smooth, white feathers. A smackrel of sensuality. Maybe just the tiniest bit of ambition... All flavoured with red apples and sugar." She shrugged, fluffed her feathers up to leave. "Well, you know. I won't let him have any more. There shouldn't be any chance of it becoming permenant. I'll see you later, sweetie. Have fun with Harvey.~"
[23/10/2014 00:52:57] ☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆: Brob imagined Morgan suddenly sprouting feathers and stifled a laugh. "Alright, catch you later," he said.
[23/10/2014 00:55:21] Dalm: "Good bye.~"
She sauntered out the door. He heard the whiny aristocrat tones of Index pipe up when it shut. A faint 'sh.'
Her perfume hung in the air with the smoke from the cigarrette.
Apple-scented, as always.
Killjoy x Wendy hateship OTP
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It was one of those days. News spreads fast when any witch worth her salt has some kind of messaging system. Wind's Daughter /had/ her bird, but Index had objected to the thing pecking at her whenever she moved. In the end, it'd made a decent snack.
The place was abuzz with a reasonable amount of anticipation in a way only a bar full of cutthroats excited by hearsay and rumour of brewing violence can be.
Word had it that Maribella and Snowball were squaring up for one. No one was precisely sure /where/ the rumour came from or if it was even true, but it was something to do with petals and fire and beyond that, accounts varied remarkably.
Whatever had happened, the bar was bustling tonight. Bars are always full when people are scared, excited or both.
Wind's Daughter strolled through the crowd. Normally she'd have gathered a nice entourage already, but there was plenty of time for that. She needed a clear head for now. Or at least, as clear as her head ever got.
Morgan had broken out the grog, and the mild charm effect, keyed to her of course, was already kicking in. They smiled dreamily as she passed. For anyone else, it would have been unsettling.
Where /was/ Killjoy? She wasn't in Brob's office. Didn't seem to be here. Unless she was actively avoiding Wendy...
Wait, there.
Wendy disengaged from the group she was pretending to watch, and shouldered her way through the crowds towards the devil.
"Why hello.", she crowed over the hubbub.
[23/10/2014 23:18:15] Dalm: ((eugh, sorry that's a little disjointed.))
[23/10/2014 23:18:21] Sanzh: ((it's cool))
[23/10/2014 23:23:23] Sanzh: Killjoy doesn't really turn and face Wind's Daughter so much as already be facing her as she approaches-- seers tend to do mildly unnerving acts like anticipate greetings. She isn't drinking anything, seemingly already knowing something about the beverages served after hours. The tiefling almost smiles her awful devil smile full of teeth and polite malice, but stops short of a full grin.
[23/10/2014 23:24:05] Sanzh: "Yes?" She asks. Her tone of voice makes it clear she already knows what the avian is going to say, and that she doesn't really care.
[23/10/2014 23:28:35] Dalm: Wendy sits down next to her. Probably a little too close, all things considered.
"You know," She smiles, somehow. Keen beaks are weird. "I /was/ going to give you the whole lecture about deserting me in the catacombs there. Indeed, I was positively furious, hm?" She plucked a cigarrette from her pack. A tiny origami hand handed it to her. Gave a thumbs up.
She dipped the end of it in a little jar. The end combusted in blue flame. "Smoke? Anyway, sweetcakes. I was thinking, and you know I think you probably made the right choice, hm? In, out. Very efficient, yes. I know /I'd/ be seducing spiders all day, hm hm?." She giggles.
[23/10/2014 23:35:49] Sanzh: Killjoy withdraws her own pack of cigarettes, her finger lighting up with a snap. She evidently isn't willing to trust Wind's Daughter on inconsequentially minor things, likely for good reason. The end smolders with an odd black flame, only really visible in contrast to the surroundings. "Perhaps it would be better to discuss this in private?" She replies.
[23/10/2014 23:36:40] Sanzh: Her facial expression seems to nonverbally suggest that the keen is pretty stupid, if she's publicly discussing espionage like this.
[23/10/2014 23:43:35] Dalm: Wind's Daughter rolls her eyes. There isn't anyone within hearing distance. At least, no one sober...
/And anyone who isn't sober certainly won't do anything to hurt me. At least not right now./
She shrugs her shoulders, leans back. She doesn't sit on the chair so much as perch precariously. Digitigrade legs will do that to you. "We can... If you feel we need to, but even our offices aren't scrying-proof. Not to mention, of course, that any spy drinking would probably give themselves in on principle after a gulp, hm hm? There are so many rounds going tonight that i'm /sure/ no one will notice. This is one of Narak's batches. She's still got a bit to learn, but she's /such/ a good student.~"
[23/10/2014 23:50:49] Sanzh: "I don't know if you were aware, but you can be in a bar and not drink," Killjoy says, indicating her lack of alcohol. One of her goat hooves taps against the floor-- there almost seems to be a rhythm to it, but Wind's Daughter can't quite discern it. It's probably a weird devil thing.
[23/10/2014 23:51:42 | Edited 23:51:51] Sanzh: "A good student like your other student?" Killjoy asks. She grins like she knows exactly what Wind's Daughter is trying to imply.
[23/10/2014 23:56:20] Dalm: Wendy smiles back. Clicks her beak in that weird way she does. "You mean Morgan? He's too impetuous for alchemy, silly. He'd burn his scales off." She leans down on the table. "He's in one of his moods right now. Have you seen him? Won't even look at me! I don't know what's gotten into him. Probably that potion."
[00:00:55] Sanzh: Killjoy leans forward in return, her mouth close to the rough area where the keen's ear would be.
[00:00:56] Sanzh: "It's probably that you resurrected the book he tried to kill," She whispers. Her voice sounds weirdly malevolent, like there's an inaudible echo of people screaming. It's probably a devil thing.
[00:09:28] Dalm: Wendy shifts her head around a little, gives killjoy a quick peck on the lips. Her beak tastes of apple and smoke. If she's fazed by the spooky devil thing, she doesn't show it. She flutters her eyelashes. "No no, I do not think so. He hasn't actually seen indie yet, sweetie. Besides, I didn't resurrect her, she just never died, hm hm... How /do/ you do that with your voice, kitten? It's quite impressive."
[00:21:08] Sanzh: "No one saw what happened in the catacombs, and yet there are countless rumors. You're rather fixated on seeing being what's needed for thoughts to form," Killjoy remarks. She leans away. The avian's question remains unanswered.
[00:22:02] Sanzh: "There's a lot he could learn that'd drive him away, though," The tiefling idly says. "I'm surprised you've kept your lies together this long."
[00:25:16] Dalm: "Did you tell him?", she asked bluntly.
She idly fiddled with something in her pocket.
[00:29:34] Sanzh: "Of course not," Killjoy immediately replies. The tiefling's face shifts to a cold, stoic expression, which somehow manages to noverbally communicate an unstated addendum to that-- "if you ever cross me, that might change".
[00:43:11 | Edited 00:44:31] Dalm: Wendy props herself up. "Killjoy, sweetie. I just can't believe you." She "I can tell what you're implying there, but honestly! Why would I ever do anything to you when you work for me? When you've done nothing but help me so far?~"
She shifts a bit closer, voice lowering a little. "You're a precious little thing, so sweet and innocent underneath all that edge. I can see through that too, though. You're like me!"
She lifts her neck, one talon-hand reaching to touch Killjoy's shoulder, the other under the table somewhere. A strange smell of walnuts and... red isn't a smell, is it?
"Not in the sense you're thinking, oh no, but you get things done, sweetheart! You have ambition, guile! I see it in those little cat's eyes of yours. There's no need for us to fall over one another fighting, sweetheart."
[00:48:10 | Edited 00:53:21] Dalm: "I'm not necessarily expecting you to listen right away, but I hope you'll come around! You are very sweet, in your canine way, and the mind of a hawk. A fine asset."
[00:49:21] Sanzh: Killjoy stops, silent for a moment, She then breaks into hysteric laughter.
[00:50:08] Dalm: Wendy looks at her. "Are you okay dearie?"
[00:59:22] Sanzh: "I'm fine," She says, after a moment has passed. "You're right, that I'm like you. We're both monsters."
[00:59:28] Sanzh: She sits up, somehow managing to look the keen in the eye, despite the height difference gained by the avian's long neck. "Only I'm not obsessed with trying to hide it. I'm not a sweet, innocent thing you can break after a week." Killjoy almost looks as though she's trying to suppress further laughter.
[00:59:33] Sanzh: "And you're right, that there's no point in fighting. I don't need to fight you when I can get what I want from playing it straight." The tiefling looks away, lighting a cigarette-- her previous one apparently having burnt out.
[00:59:36] Sanzh: "Did you really think that signing a contract you never read with a devil would go well for you?" She asks.
[01:08:41 | Edited 01:08:58] Dalm: Wendy shrugs, but she looks shocked. She chirps, suddenly defensive. "I wanted information, sweetie! Honestly, I'm not sure what /you/ what from this. What do you hope to get from slandering someone who so graciously employed you? What was in that contract that you think I missed, hm hm? You really think I can't read Infernal? You think I threw that first draft away on a hunch, hmm?"
She attempts to recover her lost face, her hand still on killjoy's shoulder. She squeezes a little. She is still intense, but less fiery. Muted, mechanical.
"And for what it's worth, you /are/ innocent. I can tell these things, hm? Not in the same way morgan is, certainly, but... Well."
[01:15:44] Sanzh: "I've never slandered you, miss Wind's Daughter," Killjoy replies-- the formality of her address seems to organically into her speech. "In fact, there's a report of my findings for the day waiting in your office-- exactly what you employed me for. As for the rest, well, you never /did/ bother to read the fine print."
[01:20:00] Dalm: "Do you have a copy? Perhaps I should read up."
Her hold is less of a carress and more of a clamp. She releases it, there's a sound of breaking glass under the table, a whiff of that walnut-scent again, oh so slightly dizzying, but with an undercurrent of calm. "Oh, and would you like some advice, darling?"
[01:24:34] Sanzh: "What, like on the intoxicants you've been trying to use on me since you arrived?" Killjoy sarcastically asks.
[01:28:04] Sanzh: ((I'm going to need to grab dinner and do homework soon-ish))
[01:28:14] Dalm: ((kk. This looks like it's rounding off anyway.))
[01:28:47] Sanzh: ((sorry for kinda making killjoy super OP, a bit))
[01:29:27] Dalm: ((It's fine. Most of it comes from you being a much better writer and me not knowing how to match it without seeming mary-sue-y))
[01:29:52] Sanzh: ((shrug, writing is how you learn to get better))
[01:33:20] Dalm: "They're not intoxicants, sweetie. If I wanted to do that there isn't much you could do about it, hm? Not that it would help at all; You'd hate me afterwards, and it's so inefficient to keep someone drugged constantly while still being useful!"
She leans in, snuggling up to Killjoy. "Those are just a little experiment of mine, hm? They didn't work. My advice is this; Brob likes you. I am not saying seduce him, because the man is incorrigable. It won't work. Still... I do know how it feels, hm hm?"
[01:34:52] Dalm: She keeps at it, barking sentence fragments, getting up momentum. Say what you like about Wind's Daughter, but she could talk the ear off of a rabbit.
"People only like you because you are useful to them, yes? They want your skills, not you. If you let that be, after a while you become nothing but those skills."
[01:36:51] Dalm: "Granted, you have it in a much more... Utilitarian sense than me. Still, I solved it. You need someone always who sees you not just for those skills. Perhaps Brob could be that someone, yes?"
She gives a coy smile.
"I want a copy of that contract on my desk by the time I get back, hm hm? You may go."
[01:38:17] Sanzh: "And here's a piece of advice for you," Killjoy begins. She stands up, brushing off her coat from the accrued avian-dander and lingering particulate in the air.
[01:38:43] Sanzh: "There are two secrets to becoming truly powerful. One is to never tell anyone everything you know."
[01:38:53] Sanzh: ((call it here?))
[01:41:33] Dalm: Wendy rolls her eyes. A chick knows that one. Still, that went better than expected.
She learned two ways not to build a lightbulb, at least.
[01:42:47] Dalm: ((that'll do :3 ))
The place was abuzz with a reasonable amount of anticipation in a way only a bar full of cutthroats excited by hearsay and rumour of brewing violence can be.
Word had it that Maribella and Snowball were squaring up for one. No one was precisely sure /where/ the rumour came from or if it was even true, but it was something to do with petals and fire and beyond that, accounts varied remarkably.
Whatever had happened, the bar was bustling tonight. Bars are always full when people are scared, excited or both.
Wind's Daughter strolled through the crowd. Normally she'd have gathered a nice entourage already, but there was plenty of time for that. She needed a clear head for now. Or at least, as clear as her head ever got.
Morgan had broken out the grog, and the mild charm effect, keyed to her of course, was already kicking in. They smiled dreamily as she passed. For anyone else, it would have been unsettling.
Where /was/ Killjoy? She wasn't in Brob's office. Didn't seem to be here. Unless she was actively avoiding Wendy...
Wait, there.
Wendy disengaged from the group she was pretending to watch, and shouldered her way through the crowds towards the devil.
"Why hello.", she crowed over the hubbub.
[23/10/2014 23:18:15] Dalm: ((eugh, sorry that's a little disjointed.))
[23/10/2014 23:18:21] Sanzh: ((it's cool))
[23/10/2014 23:23:23] Sanzh: Killjoy doesn't really turn and face Wind's Daughter so much as already be facing her as she approaches-- seers tend to do mildly unnerving acts like anticipate greetings. She isn't drinking anything, seemingly already knowing something about the beverages served after hours. The tiefling almost smiles her awful devil smile full of teeth and polite malice, but stops short of a full grin.
[23/10/2014 23:24:05] Sanzh: "Yes?" She asks. Her tone of voice makes it clear she already knows what the avian is going to say, and that she doesn't really care.
[23/10/2014 23:28:35] Dalm: Wendy sits down next to her. Probably a little too close, all things considered.
"You know," She smiles, somehow. Keen beaks are weird. "I /was/ going to give you the whole lecture about deserting me in the catacombs there. Indeed, I was positively furious, hm?" She plucked a cigarrette from her pack. A tiny origami hand handed it to her. Gave a thumbs up.
She dipped the end of it in a little jar. The end combusted in blue flame. "Smoke? Anyway, sweetcakes. I was thinking, and you know I think you probably made the right choice, hm? In, out. Very efficient, yes. I know /I'd/ be seducing spiders all day, hm hm?." She giggles.
[23/10/2014 23:35:49] Sanzh: Killjoy withdraws her own pack of cigarettes, her finger lighting up with a snap. She evidently isn't willing to trust Wind's Daughter on inconsequentially minor things, likely for good reason. The end smolders with an odd black flame, only really visible in contrast to the surroundings. "Perhaps it would be better to discuss this in private?" She replies.
[23/10/2014 23:36:40] Sanzh: Her facial expression seems to nonverbally suggest that the keen is pretty stupid, if she's publicly discussing espionage like this.
[23/10/2014 23:43:35] Dalm: Wind's Daughter rolls her eyes. There isn't anyone within hearing distance. At least, no one sober...
/And anyone who isn't sober certainly won't do anything to hurt me. At least not right now./
She shrugs her shoulders, leans back. She doesn't sit on the chair so much as perch precariously. Digitigrade legs will do that to you. "We can... If you feel we need to, but even our offices aren't scrying-proof. Not to mention, of course, that any spy drinking would probably give themselves in on principle after a gulp, hm hm? There are so many rounds going tonight that i'm /sure/ no one will notice. This is one of Narak's batches. She's still got a bit to learn, but she's /such/ a good student.~"
[23/10/2014 23:50:49] Sanzh: "I don't know if you were aware, but you can be in a bar and not drink," Killjoy says, indicating her lack of alcohol. One of her goat hooves taps against the floor-- there almost seems to be a rhythm to it, but Wind's Daughter can't quite discern it. It's probably a weird devil thing.
[23/10/2014 23:51:42 | Edited 23:51:51] Sanzh: "A good student like your other student?" Killjoy asks. She grins like she knows exactly what Wind's Daughter is trying to imply.
[23/10/2014 23:56:20] Dalm: Wendy smiles back. Clicks her beak in that weird way she does. "You mean Morgan? He's too impetuous for alchemy, silly. He'd burn his scales off." She leans down on the table. "He's in one of his moods right now. Have you seen him? Won't even look at me! I don't know what's gotten into him. Probably that potion."
[00:00:55] Sanzh: Killjoy leans forward in return, her mouth close to the rough area where the keen's ear would be.
[00:00:56] Sanzh: "It's probably that you resurrected the book he tried to kill," She whispers. Her voice sounds weirdly malevolent, like there's an inaudible echo of people screaming. It's probably a devil thing.
[00:09:28] Dalm: Wendy shifts her head around a little, gives killjoy a quick peck on the lips. Her beak tastes of apple and smoke. If she's fazed by the spooky devil thing, she doesn't show it. She flutters her eyelashes. "No no, I do not think so. He hasn't actually seen indie yet, sweetie. Besides, I didn't resurrect her, she just never died, hm hm... How /do/ you do that with your voice, kitten? It's quite impressive."
[00:21:08] Sanzh: "No one saw what happened in the catacombs, and yet there are countless rumors. You're rather fixated on seeing being what's needed for thoughts to form," Killjoy remarks. She leans away. The avian's question remains unanswered.
[00:22:02] Sanzh: "There's a lot he could learn that'd drive him away, though," The tiefling idly says. "I'm surprised you've kept your lies together this long."
[00:25:16] Dalm: "Did you tell him?", she asked bluntly.
She idly fiddled with something in her pocket.
[00:29:34] Sanzh: "Of course not," Killjoy immediately replies. The tiefling's face shifts to a cold, stoic expression, which somehow manages to noverbally communicate an unstated addendum to that-- "if you ever cross me, that might change".
[00:43:11 | Edited 00:44:31] Dalm: Wendy props herself up. "Killjoy, sweetie. I just can't believe you." She "I can tell what you're implying there, but honestly! Why would I ever do anything to you when you work for me? When you've done nothing but help me so far?~"
She shifts a bit closer, voice lowering a little. "You're a precious little thing, so sweet and innocent underneath all that edge. I can see through that too, though. You're like me!"
She lifts her neck, one talon-hand reaching to touch Killjoy's shoulder, the other under the table somewhere. A strange smell of walnuts and... red isn't a smell, is it?
"Not in the sense you're thinking, oh no, but you get things done, sweetheart! You have ambition, guile! I see it in those little cat's eyes of yours. There's no need for us to fall over one another fighting, sweetheart."
[00:48:10 | Edited 00:53:21] Dalm: "I'm not necessarily expecting you to listen right away, but I hope you'll come around! You are very sweet, in your canine way, and the mind of a hawk. A fine asset."
[00:49:21] Sanzh: Killjoy stops, silent for a moment, She then breaks into hysteric laughter.
[00:50:08] Dalm: Wendy looks at her. "Are you okay dearie?"
[00:59:22] Sanzh: "I'm fine," She says, after a moment has passed. "You're right, that I'm like you. We're both monsters."
[00:59:28] Sanzh: She sits up, somehow managing to look the keen in the eye, despite the height difference gained by the avian's long neck. "Only I'm not obsessed with trying to hide it. I'm not a sweet, innocent thing you can break after a week." Killjoy almost looks as though she's trying to suppress further laughter.
[00:59:33] Sanzh: "And you're right, that there's no point in fighting. I don't need to fight you when I can get what I want from playing it straight." The tiefling looks away, lighting a cigarette-- her previous one apparently having burnt out.
[00:59:36] Sanzh: "Did you really think that signing a contract you never read with a devil would go well for you?" She asks.
[01:08:41 | Edited 01:08:58] Dalm: Wendy shrugs, but she looks shocked. She chirps, suddenly defensive. "I wanted information, sweetie! Honestly, I'm not sure what /you/ what from this. What do you hope to get from slandering someone who so graciously employed you? What was in that contract that you think I missed, hm hm? You really think I can't read Infernal? You think I threw that first draft away on a hunch, hmm?"
She attempts to recover her lost face, her hand still on killjoy's shoulder. She squeezes a little. She is still intense, but less fiery. Muted, mechanical.
"And for what it's worth, you /are/ innocent. I can tell these things, hm? Not in the same way morgan is, certainly, but... Well."
[01:15:44] Sanzh: "I've never slandered you, miss Wind's Daughter," Killjoy replies-- the formality of her address seems to organically into her speech. "In fact, there's a report of my findings for the day waiting in your office-- exactly what you employed me for. As for the rest, well, you never /did/ bother to read the fine print."
[01:20:00] Dalm: "Do you have a copy? Perhaps I should read up."
Her hold is less of a carress and more of a clamp. She releases it, there's a sound of breaking glass under the table, a whiff of that walnut-scent again, oh so slightly dizzying, but with an undercurrent of calm. "Oh, and would you like some advice, darling?"
[01:24:34] Sanzh: "What, like on the intoxicants you've been trying to use on me since you arrived?" Killjoy sarcastically asks.
[01:28:04] Sanzh: ((I'm going to need to grab dinner and do homework soon-ish))
[01:28:14] Dalm: ((kk. This looks like it's rounding off anyway.))
[01:28:47] Sanzh: ((sorry for kinda making killjoy super OP, a bit))
[01:29:27] Dalm: ((It's fine. Most of it comes from you being a much better writer and me not knowing how to match it without seeming mary-sue-y))
[01:29:52] Sanzh: ((shrug, writing is how you learn to get better))
[01:33:20] Dalm: "They're not intoxicants, sweetie. If I wanted to do that there isn't much you could do about it, hm? Not that it would help at all; You'd hate me afterwards, and it's so inefficient to keep someone drugged constantly while still being useful!"
She leans in, snuggling up to Killjoy. "Those are just a little experiment of mine, hm? They didn't work. My advice is this; Brob likes you. I am not saying seduce him, because the man is incorrigable. It won't work. Still... I do know how it feels, hm hm?"
[01:34:52] Dalm: She keeps at it, barking sentence fragments, getting up momentum. Say what you like about Wind's Daughter, but she could talk the ear off of a rabbit.
"People only like you because you are useful to them, yes? They want your skills, not you. If you let that be, after a while you become nothing but those skills."
[01:36:51] Dalm: "Granted, you have it in a much more... Utilitarian sense than me. Still, I solved it. You need someone always who sees you not just for those skills. Perhaps Brob could be that someone, yes?"
She gives a coy smile.
"I want a copy of that contract on my desk by the time I get back, hm hm? You may go."
[01:38:17] Sanzh: "And here's a piece of advice for you," Killjoy begins. She stands up, brushing off her coat from the accrued avian-dander and lingering particulate in the air.
[01:38:43] Sanzh: "There are two secrets to becoming truly powerful. One is to never tell anyone everything you know."
[01:38:53] Sanzh: ((call it here?))
[01:41:33] Dalm: Wendy rolls her eyes. A chick knows that one. Still, that went better than expected.
She learned two ways not to build a lightbulb, at least.
[01:42:47] Dalm: ((that'll do :3 ))
The bird is seriously evil (& is digging her own grave now.)
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It had been a five days now, and even the most oblivious patrons had noticed something was off about Morgan. For one, he hadn't lit a single person on fire, which was surprising. Somehow this seemed to intimidate people more than if he did. He had also gone back to wearing a basic prison uniform. He wouldn't a single word more to anyone than he was required to by his job, and spent most of his time exploring the prison and keeping away from everyone. Now he was in his quarters, resting for what, upon examining him, seemed to be the first time in a few days.
[01:58:44] clockworkGamer: (sorry if that's kinda lame)
[02:00:17] Dalm: (It's fine. )
[02:06:22] Dalm: He must be here.
The old block brought on a faint sense of nostalgia to Wendy. Most of the others, except herself and Brob, still lived there, but she had long moved on to fancier pastures. Pastures with adequite ventalation and a larger bed that didn't squeak as much.
Her feet echoed in the corridor. She remembered that too.
Click, click, click.
There was a faint gust of wind, probably hailing from one of the cracks down near the canteen.
There seemed to be more every day.
She knocked on the cell door. That same cell door that had burst open when the security had failed. It was only a few months ago, but things seemed so much simpler then.
For one thing, there wasn't any paperwork or faustian bargains to deal with.
"Morgan, sweetie?", she said, after a moment.
[02:07:27] clockworkGamer: (WHAT DO YOU WANT MOM GOSH)
[02:07:38] Dalm: ((Hahahaha))
[02:13:27] clockworkGamer: There was no response for a few moments, then the creak of a bed being relieved of it's occupant, and the door swung open. Morgan didn't even stop to look at Wendy before returning to his bed silently. There were scorch marks on the walls and what looked to be a burnt maid outfit in the corner of the room. Morgan finally turned his gaze to Wendy and fixed her with an expectant glare.
He looked tired.
[02:16:06] Dalm: Wendy blinked.
She stared at the ashes, avoiding Morgan's gaze, yellow eyes flickering to him after a moment. She opened her mouth, but didn't actually speak.
[02:17:18] clockworkGamer: ("Cat got your tongue?" YEAAAAAAAAAH)
[02:17:30] Dalm: (( :O ))
[02:17:35] Dalm: (( o/ ))
[02:17:51] clockworkGamer: (-puts on sunglasses-)
[02:19:29] Dalm: She had made him a present, but... Suddenly it seemed like a horrid idea. Instead she hesitantly took a few steps closer, and placed some gold coins on the bed.
[02:20:13] clockworkGamer: His expression soured. "What is that supposed to be for?" He asked curtly.
[02:21:21] Dalm: "You like them, yes? Shiny things... To put in your mattress?"
She clicked her beak absently. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
[02:22:42] clockworkGamer: "I know what you did" He said quietly, ignoring the gold and staring at her to gauge her response
[02:25:22] Dalm: She took another step forward, took her bag off, and put it on the floor. "Kitty, I had to do it. After what they did? I regret it, yes, but that was /evil./"
[02:26:26] Dalm: She kept going, getting the littlest bit frantic. "Don't listen to Killjoy, she just wants to stop all of you from loving me, hm hm? She is oh so jealous."
[02:32:05] clockworkGamer: "That's not what I'm talking about" he responded quickly, his voice rising. "I know what you've been doing to me. The lies and the maniplations. All I had to do was step back and actually look at the situation. I made it so easy for you didn't I."
He took a breath to steady himself. "And now you're trying to pass the buck off to Killjoy? Don't get me wrong, she's evil, but at least she's up front about it."
[02:35:20] Dalm: Wendy spluttered. "It's not like that, sweetie. I thought you meant something else, hm. I haven't been manipulating you. I haven't. I have only been trying to help."
[02:36:33] clockworkGamer: "If you came here to lie to me more then just leave, please." he said flatly.
[02:40:18] Dalm: Her eye twitched, black eyelashes flickering as if something was stuck in them. She fixated on his face. "How dare you. I'm not lying. You just... You had no confidence, sweetheart. I wanted to make you like me, hm? I was so proud of you." She licked her beak. "What is it, what is making you think this, hm hm hm?"
[02:47:40] clockworkGamer: "Most people don't have to resort to drugging people to make them like them. That's what you do isn'tit, you find people who are weak in some way or another and you prey on that. Empty compliments and reassurances and then you can do whatever you want with them!" His voice was rising again, and every word he spat out was accompanied by a puff of smoke.
[02:55:09] Dalm: Wind's Daughter's eyes kept twitching. She looked like she was about to explode. "You said yes! You said it was fun! I wanted you to be like me, hm? To be brave and sensual."
She shivered.
"What brought this on, Morgan?"
[02:59:05] clockworkGamer: "The more time we spent together the more I suspected you were just using me, but I always pushed the thought back because I wanted to have you as a friend, you made me feel good about myself. Index was the tipping point."
[03:02:35 | Edited 03:03:13] Dalm: "Morgan, why would I want to use you? I can use anyone I like. Why would I do that to someone I care about? And of /course/ I kept her secret. How could I tell you, sweetheart?"
She took another step closer, almost to the bed.
"'Hello there, kitten, remember the book who tried to eat me and who you thought you'd burned to death? She's my lover now.' This would have happened sooner! I had no choice, sweetheart. She needs help just like you, and I want to help people, hm hm?"
[03:04:38] clockworkGamer: "No you don't, you just want people to think that you want to help them."
[03:04:47] clockworkGamer: "You only care about yourself"
[03:05:47] Dalm: "That's not true. I do care for you, sweetheart, and I know you care for me. That's why Brob and I are making plans to save this planar refuse pile!"
[03:07:46] clockworkGamer: "Stop calling me sweetheart." He pulled something out of his pocket and held it out to her. "And take your damn feather back. I work with you, that's it now. Maybe I'll forgive you eventually."
[03:14:31] Dalm: Wendy hissed like a swan. "Morgan, what is wrong with you? You want to be alone again, hm?"
She almost sad-- You want to have no one to hold you and tell you that it's okay? No one to... to tell you you don't have to live up to your daddy's expectations, to tell you that she's proud of you? Fine. Have fun, sweetheart. Have fun being unloved.
Instead it came out as a futile croak. "You want to.. Morgan, you don't understand."
[03:19:56] clockworkGamer: "The only things I don't understand is how I let you get away with this for so long and why you even care that I won't put up with it anymore, as if I'm the only little project of yours. I'd rather be alone than with someone who doesn't actually care about me." When he finished speaking his temper seemed to cool a bit, and he looked, more than anything else, sad.
[03:26:39] Dalm: "Morgan, you mustn't tell anyone this, but people must care about me or I- They just need to, yes? Otherwise, I get sick. I care about you so much and I think you've already changed since I met you. I am proud of you for having the courage to say these things, even if they're wrong."
She sat on the bed, fluffing her feathers.
[03:30:03] clockworkGamer: Morgan's expression hardened. "That's the worst fucking part of it, I DO still care about you, as much as I don't want to. And what would you do if I were to tell people, huh? What would happen then?" Of course he had no intention to follow through with this, but with the way he looked at her it was impossible to tell.
[03:33:00 | Edited 03:33:52] Dalm: "I'd be so very upset.", she said plainly.
"You don't need to hate me. We can make things the way they were, hm hm? Perhaps without the juice and the dress if you don't want them. Just you and me, friends, yes?"
She perked up, taloned hands scratching the mattress in rhythm. Scrit. Scrit. Scrit.
She shuddered again.
[03:37:19] clockworkGamer: Morgan was silent for a long time, simply staring at the ground. "Maybe." He finally said. "Eventually... Maybe. But at the moment at least I don't think I can. If you can admit what you did and actually show that you're at least TRYING to move away from doing things like that, then definitely."
[03:38:17] Dalm: ((noo morgan dont do it t t ))
[03:39:14] Dalm: She smiled. put a clawed hand on his shoulder. "We will see, hm hm? I will give you some space, yes?"
[03:39:43] Dalm: She pulled back, lifted up her bag. It rustled slightly.
[03:40:06] clockworkGamer: "And if you get rid of that fucking book"
[03:40:26] Dalm: "She's really not that bad.~"
[03:41:19] clockworkGamer: Morgan sighed disappointedly "Of course not."
[03:45:44] Dalm: "Besides, sweetheart, first impressions aren't necessarily true. She's barely left my person since I saved her, and nothing untoward has happened, hm hm?"
Wind's Daughter stood up. "Oh, before I forget, I got you a present, hm hm?." She plucked out a vial. Red liquid boiled and slithered inside it. "It is a love draught, keyed to you, yes? Just in case. Goodbye, Morgan!"
[03:46:21] clockworkGamer: (as in it'll make someone fall in love with him?)
[03:46:26] Dalm: (yep)
[03:46:45] Dalm: (it's a temporary one, she's not too good at permenant potions yet.)
[03:50:40] clockworkGamer: Morgan didn't say anything as she left, and then inspected the vial for a few minutes before throwing it against a wall.
[01:58:44] clockworkGamer: (sorry if that's kinda lame)
[02:00:17] Dalm: (It's fine. )
[02:06:22] Dalm: He must be here.
The old block brought on a faint sense of nostalgia to Wendy. Most of the others, except herself and Brob, still lived there, but she had long moved on to fancier pastures. Pastures with adequite ventalation and a larger bed that didn't squeak as much.
Her feet echoed in the corridor. She remembered that too.
Click, click, click.
There was a faint gust of wind, probably hailing from one of the cracks down near the canteen.
There seemed to be more every day.
She knocked on the cell door. That same cell door that had burst open when the security had failed. It was only a few months ago, but things seemed so much simpler then.
For one thing, there wasn't any paperwork or faustian bargains to deal with.
"Morgan, sweetie?", she said, after a moment.
[02:07:27] clockworkGamer: (WHAT DO YOU WANT MOM GOSH)
[02:07:38] Dalm: ((Hahahaha))
[02:13:27] clockworkGamer: There was no response for a few moments, then the creak of a bed being relieved of it's occupant, and the door swung open. Morgan didn't even stop to look at Wendy before returning to his bed silently. There were scorch marks on the walls and what looked to be a burnt maid outfit in the corner of the room. Morgan finally turned his gaze to Wendy and fixed her with an expectant glare.
He looked tired.
[02:16:06] Dalm: Wendy blinked.
She stared at the ashes, avoiding Morgan's gaze, yellow eyes flickering to him after a moment. She opened her mouth, but didn't actually speak.
[02:17:18] clockworkGamer: ("Cat got your tongue?" YEAAAAAAAAAH)
[02:17:30] Dalm: (( :O ))
[02:17:35] Dalm: (( o/ ))
[02:17:51] clockworkGamer: (-puts on sunglasses-)
[02:19:29] Dalm: She had made him a present, but... Suddenly it seemed like a horrid idea. Instead she hesitantly took a few steps closer, and placed some gold coins on the bed.
[02:20:13] clockworkGamer: His expression soured. "What is that supposed to be for?" He asked curtly.
[02:21:21] Dalm: "You like them, yes? Shiny things... To put in your mattress?"
She clicked her beak absently. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
[02:22:42] clockworkGamer: "I know what you did" He said quietly, ignoring the gold and staring at her to gauge her response
[02:25:22] Dalm: She took another step forward, took her bag off, and put it on the floor. "Kitty, I had to do it. After what they did? I regret it, yes, but that was /evil./"
[02:26:26] Dalm: She kept going, getting the littlest bit frantic. "Don't listen to Killjoy, she just wants to stop all of you from loving me, hm hm? She is oh so jealous."
[02:32:05] clockworkGamer: "That's not what I'm talking about" he responded quickly, his voice rising. "I know what you've been doing to me. The lies and the maniplations. All I had to do was step back and actually look at the situation. I made it so easy for you didn't I."
He took a breath to steady himself. "And now you're trying to pass the buck off to Killjoy? Don't get me wrong, she's evil, but at least she's up front about it."
[02:35:20] Dalm: Wendy spluttered. "It's not like that, sweetie. I thought you meant something else, hm. I haven't been manipulating you. I haven't. I have only been trying to help."
[02:36:33] clockworkGamer: "If you came here to lie to me more then just leave, please." he said flatly.
[02:40:18] Dalm: Her eye twitched, black eyelashes flickering as if something was stuck in them. She fixated on his face. "How dare you. I'm not lying. You just... You had no confidence, sweetheart. I wanted to make you like me, hm? I was so proud of you." She licked her beak. "What is it, what is making you think this, hm hm hm?"
[02:47:40] clockworkGamer: "Most people don't have to resort to drugging people to make them like them. That's what you do isn'tit, you find people who are weak in some way or another and you prey on that. Empty compliments and reassurances and then you can do whatever you want with them!" His voice was rising again, and every word he spat out was accompanied by a puff of smoke.
[02:55:09] Dalm: Wind's Daughter's eyes kept twitching. She looked like she was about to explode. "You said yes! You said it was fun! I wanted you to be like me, hm? To be brave and sensual."
She shivered.
"What brought this on, Morgan?"
[02:59:05] clockworkGamer: "The more time we spent together the more I suspected you were just using me, but I always pushed the thought back because I wanted to have you as a friend, you made me feel good about myself. Index was the tipping point."
[03:02:35 | Edited 03:03:13] Dalm: "Morgan, why would I want to use you? I can use anyone I like. Why would I do that to someone I care about? And of /course/ I kept her secret. How could I tell you, sweetheart?"
She took another step closer, almost to the bed.
"'Hello there, kitten, remember the book who tried to eat me and who you thought you'd burned to death? She's my lover now.' This would have happened sooner! I had no choice, sweetheart. She needs help just like you, and I want to help people, hm hm?"
[03:04:38] clockworkGamer: "No you don't, you just want people to think that you want to help them."
[03:04:47] clockworkGamer: "You only care about yourself"
[03:05:47] Dalm: "That's not true. I do care for you, sweetheart, and I know you care for me. That's why Brob and I are making plans to save this planar refuse pile!"
[03:07:46] clockworkGamer: "Stop calling me sweetheart." He pulled something out of his pocket and held it out to her. "And take your damn feather back. I work with you, that's it now. Maybe I'll forgive you eventually."
[03:14:31] Dalm: Wendy hissed like a swan. "Morgan, what is wrong with you? You want to be alone again, hm?"
She almost sad-- You want to have no one to hold you and tell you that it's okay? No one to... to tell you you don't have to live up to your daddy's expectations, to tell you that she's proud of you? Fine. Have fun, sweetheart. Have fun being unloved.
Instead it came out as a futile croak. "You want to.. Morgan, you don't understand."
[03:19:56] clockworkGamer: "The only things I don't understand is how I let you get away with this for so long and why you even care that I won't put up with it anymore, as if I'm the only little project of yours. I'd rather be alone than with someone who doesn't actually care about me." When he finished speaking his temper seemed to cool a bit, and he looked, more than anything else, sad.
[03:26:39] Dalm: "Morgan, you mustn't tell anyone this, but people must care about me or I- They just need to, yes? Otherwise, I get sick. I care about you so much and I think you've already changed since I met you. I am proud of you for having the courage to say these things, even if they're wrong."
She sat on the bed, fluffing her feathers.
[03:30:03] clockworkGamer: Morgan's expression hardened. "That's the worst fucking part of it, I DO still care about you, as much as I don't want to. And what would you do if I were to tell people, huh? What would happen then?" Of course he had no intention to follow through with this, but with the way he looked at her it was impossible to tell.
[03:33:00 | Edited 03:33:52] Dalm: "I'd be so very upset.", she said plainly.
"You don't need to hate me. We can make things the way they were, hm hm? Perhaps without the juice and the dress if you don't want them. Just you and me, friends, yes?"
She perked up, taloned hands scratching the mattress in rhythm. Scrit. Scrit. Scrit.
She shuddered again.
[03:37:19] clockworkGamer: Morgan was silent for a long time, simply staring at the ground. "Maybe." He finally said. "Eventually... Maybe. But at the moment at least I don't think I can. If you can admit what you did and actually show that you're at least TRYING to move away from doing things like that, then definitely."
[03:38:17] Dalm: ((noo morgan dont do it t t ))
[03:39:14] Dalm: She smiled. put a clawed hand on his shoulder. "We will see, hm hm? I will give you some space, yes?"
[03:39:43] Dalm: She pulled back, lifted up her bag. It rustled slightly.
[03:40:06] clockworkGamer: "And if you get rid of that fucking book"
[03:40:26] Dalm: "She's really not that bad.~"
[03:41:19] clockworkGamer: Morgan sighed disappointedly "Of course not."
[03:45:44] Dalm: "Besides, sweetheart, first impressions aren't necessarily true. She's barely left my person since I saved her, and nothing untoward has happened, hm hm?"
Wind's Daughter stood up. "Oh, before I forget, I got you a present, hm hm?." She plucked out a vial. Red liquid boiled and slithered inside it. "It is a love draught, keyed to you, yes? Just in case. Goodbye, Morgan!"
[03:46:21] clockworkGamer: (as in it'll make someone fall in love with him?)
[03:46:26] Dalm: (yep)
[03:46:45] Dalm: (it's a temporary one, she's not too good at permenant potions yet.)
[03:50:40] clockworkGamer: Morgan didn't say anything as she left, and then inspected the vial for a few minutes before throwing it against a wall.
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