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sick and tired of being short and nonthreatening i need a shadow that lengthens and grows horns & claws and a voice that drops several octaves to a rumbling growl when i’m mad so i finally get the appropriately intimidated reactions i deserve
he still hasn’t forgiven her for the catnip.
…( she’s also not offered anything that might sound even vaguely like an apology for entertaining herself at his expense, but that’s rather by the by )…
however – rather than letting a petty grudge ( composed mostly from his own embarrassment ) slam in yet another wedge ( and don’t they just have enough of those between them right now? ), jericho decides to let that one go…
…for now.
he does squint slightly as the words tumble out - trying to make sense of the chaos and multidirectional conversation that seemed to be a staple for bree… a snort as she mentions the obnoxious cat. pain in the arse that it had been since it’s arrival and not so much in the way of ‘helpful’. ( …and… he doesn’t ‘brood’… there’s almost a protest about that on his lips ( even if he’s completely wrong ), ) but it dies in the wake of her revelation. it’s only when she reaches the last part - stating ‘evil twin’, that he does offer a small nod, turning fully and giving her his full attention.
❝ uhuh… that’ll be the one. shoes…? ❞
he’s not so surprised as those words just keep throwing curveball after curveball… but one brow does lift gracefully into a questioning arc -
❝ she threatened you? ❞
❝ wow, that’s… quite the persuasive tactic. you okay? ❞
❝ what else… were there promises of power? or perhaps she told you to leave? because that seems to be a pretty common thread. they…. they…. the other, ‘us’ - if that’s what they actually are - seem to be pretty keen on getting everyone of us to pick one or the other… ❞
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. She didn’t start off threatening. Just sort of went that way when I wasn’t buying what she was selling.”
Bree took a deep breath, moving forward to stand beside Aeron and lean against the edge of the roof. There was still part of her that wanted to avoid him after the whole catnip thing, but that was childish; they needed to be working together not behaving like children. She glanced up through her eyelashes at him, trying to read his expression and failing.
“She said a lot of things. Started off by telling me you never get over the whole, uh, catnip incident -- which, by the way, was an honest mistake. I sort of forgot that you were a cat and I figured if Billy found it instead of Balfour that it’d be fine. So...you know... I’m, uh, sorry...about that...you were really cute though if that helps. Probably doesn’t. Anyway.” She cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly and turning to look out over the yard instead of at him.
“But, yeah. There was a request to go join her in Bermuda. A promise of untold power if I wanted it. Told me I should be in charge, which...please, that’s a disaster waiting to happen. Said that I could have access to all the powers of the entire council if I was willing to risk destroying everyone in the process. Also said that Nadine is minutes away from going nuclear. When I wasn’t reacting how she expected she told me I was tame like a puppy and ‘maybe she should take my place’ because she was ‘out of her own friends to drown’ or something like that. So...that was fun. What did yours say?”
His fingers ran through his hair, which felt sticky from the remnants of soot. Daniel didn’t plan to work out earlier than his normal schedule, however, battling a fire proved to be enough of a fitness regime. While Daniel looked exhausted, his other hand carried an empty fire extinguisher. The job was done ; the training room wasn’t burned to ashes ( even if his appearance suggested otherwise ).
“Fire is out,” he announced. “Any other disaster I missed?”
“Library flooded for a bit but I think that’s taken care of as well.” Bree didn’t look as rough as Dan did, but then she hadn’t exactly been directly involved in any one thing. She was not a leader, despite what her evil twin said (and honestly that bitch trying to push her toward it was almost more reason to avoid it.) There was something bigger going on, though. Lani’s vision, then then simultaneous disasters striking the Council could not be a coincidence.
“You know none of us did these things, right? It’s someone fucking with the ley line to fuck with us? Everyone realizes that, yeah?”
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we’re living in the currents you create
when & where: july 4th, 9:14pm, pool
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Only one thing had made sense to her all day, and that was Balfour’s snarled denouncement of the Feiyan they had all seen at the meeting. Lailani had spent the rest of the afternoon restlessly drifting from place to place, her fingers twisting her sleeves to bits as it played out again and again in her mind. Even at their worst, Feiyan had never outright told any of the Councilors they were failures… It just wasn’t her style.
Though it had been months since her disappearance, and they had accomplished… nothing. Couldn’t even decide on a new leader, if any, an issue which grew more worrying by the moment now that it was apparent someone - something? - was out there trying too tempt them all to… The Ancients only knew what.
She wound up beside the pool, thinking the gentle sloshing of the water would calm her nerves. Just the opposite; every errant sound or reflection off the ripples made her teeth chatter. She stayed anyway. Footsteps nearby nearly sent her crashing into the water. She yanked her sweater tighter around herself, turning to greet the newcomer, desperately hoping the only reflection she would see in this room was the jumbled one in the water.
“Just me,” Bree said, offering a hopefully reassuring smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
She settled down next to Lailani with a soft sigh, leaning forward with elbows on her knees. Since Feiyan had disappeared things had been...crazy, to say the least, and Bree was doing her best to keep a brave face, but it was getting more and more difficult. Having Feiyan look right at her, or a projection of her anyway, and tell her she was failing felt like a knife sliding between her ribs. Never had she heard those words from The World before, even when she was at her worst. That partially made her wonder if it was really Fei -- Balfour didn’t seem to think so, but then maybe he was just referring to the fact that it was an astral projection and not her physical body. Or maybe it was more magic fucking with them. How would she know?
Looking back over at the other councilor she could feel the strain pouring off of her almost like a wave hitting the beach. “You holding up okay, Lani? I mean....with everything? I know it’s a lot. And people probably want your guidance about now, which only makes it more. But how are you holding up?”
Location: Lair - The roof
With: OPEN STARTER - @ anyone
tw: firearms/gun
he’s made his way up to the roof of the lair… a vantage point from which to keep watch ( for that damned evasive crow ). though the message from the shade had been clear - it wasn’t necessarily ‘outward’ that he should be looking. whatever was coming their way wouldn’t corrupt from beyond, but from within…
…in which they were suddenly their own worst enemy.
not all. not each individual… but some… the potential to succumb to temptation. to whispered promises - or lies… to glean a glimpse of things that could be - corrupt power - if they just took that step over an invisible, intangible line.
he’s still looking for the crow. wondering if it was still there - trapped in a hellish limbo of a torn and blooded future, but thrown into the past to watch as mistakes were repeated. perhaps he’d been angry, frustrated, perhaps throwing the lamp at the damn thing ( at the haunted version of himself ) might have been the best option. but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to violence toward those hollow eyes… the eyes of death who had – once again – held the bodies of the dying and the dead… who was so familiar with that violence that he’d used it… in ways he can barely fathom right now.
however. there is something in his possession currently that he hasn’t picked up for… some time. something he’d sorely hoped never to pick up again. a solution to a problem that hadn’t presented yet. a scythe in the hand of the reaper that walked among them. – a gun. and while the soldier in him is both careful and competent… the human in him knows the complexity of physical ease and moral difficulty that pulling a trigger presents. does he - once again - steep his hands in blood so they don’t have to…?
after all. magic was one thing.
but those who wielded it were still distinctly human and very, very mortal.
it’s… just in case. right?
it’s a precaution.
it’s entirely possible that he’s playing into the self same purported ‘future’ that his crow had foretold… by picking this up, events are set into motion - he’s already making choices that… he doesn’t want to have to make.
the problem is – he doesn’t quite know who he’s trying to protect… from who… or… what.
so for now - the gun idles in his hand ( with no actual intent, it’s simply… there ) as he tries to think his way through an impossible fog of unknowns. safety on. but loaded, oiled, ready…
just. in. case.
it’s not until he hears a scuff behind him that he’s half turning, a question already in his eyes, no hesitation on his lips… always to the point.
❝ what did you see? ❞
because, after lani’s vision… and then his own ‘encounter’, with everyone jumping at shadows… he’s damn sure he’s not the only one…
The encounter with her double didn’t shake her as much as it probably should have. It was disconcerting, to say the least, but it felt like an elaborate prank. It wasn’t her, the other entity was too different, too...bizarre. And it didn’t know the lyrics to Abba. One of Bree’s earliest memories was driving to the beach in her dad’s pickup, surfboards hanging out the back, windows down singing along to The Album or Waterloo or any of their other hits. There was other music as well, but Abba was a staple.
Somehow all the councilors needed to sit down and talk about what happened, figure out what the hell was going on, but she had no idea how to make that happen. So she was sort of waiting for someone else to initiate. Someone with more authority and a chance of being listened to.
In the meantime, she wandered. Maybe one on one she’d have a chance to talk to a few folks and as a group, they could figure out the next steps. That was how she found herself on the roof. With Aeron. And a gun. Maybe her double was right about him never really getting over the catnip thing...
“What?” she asked, her eyes darting up to his face. “What do you mean, what did I see? Just now? I saw you looking extra broody, which is sort of an accomplishment, so well done. Uh... I saw Azra trying to befriend Balfour. Again. I saw a really cute pair of shoes on my evil twin and she didn’t even have the decency to leave them after threatening me. I’m guessing that’s the one you’re most interested in?”
he’d just come from the guitar lesson with rose and was now shifting from foot to foot in times square, watching as the closing ceremony began. music was already blaring from all the speakers and chaos bloomed in multi-colour across the space.
the energy was thrumming through his rib cage as he went to grab onto their hands, spinning into their grip and letting the rainbow flag flutter like a cape behind him. glitter shimmered under his black mesh crop top and fishnet tights. his high-waist iridescent skirt twirled with him, before he stumbled to a stop.
“ let’s enjoy the party while we can! “
This was exactly the type of chaos Bree needed. No evil twins running around. No magical disruptions. No end of the world type burdens. Just rainbows and glitter and unicorns. She grinned, tapping Mitch’s nose with the end of a sparkly silver wand. Bree, of course, was dressed in a rainbow-colored ruffly skirt and top, complete with a unicorn horn, fairy wings, and enough glitter that she felt like she could rival a disco ball if needed.
“You’re speaking my language, dear. This is perfect and exactly what I needed and you’re my favorite human being today.”
Azra leaned back in the water slightly, then ran her hands through her hair to gather it all behind her shoulders before she righted herself and continued to listen. Bree’s idea was better than hers, which simply included mild confusion and trial-and-error, where as this had the potential to actually do something, even if it meant exhausting both of them by the time they finished. She nodded in agreement, her lips drawn in a line as she thought. Not to mention, someone or something did this, and where it would take their combined efforts and a monumental amount of energy to do it, there had been no local reports of any strange happenings until those of the church Lani and Rose currently investigated.
“It seems like the best plan we’ve got, honestly. Short of trying to like… haul a bunch of other councilors down here, it’s probably all we can do. Sort of wish Nadine was here though… I bet she’d make this a lot easier,” she mused with a frown. She should have stopped in to visit Rose before doing this–even summoning would perhaps make this task easier.
“Okay, lets do this before I chicken out,” she said with a brittle laugh, then pushed off the platform Bree maintained below her feet and drifted backwards a short distance before she vanished below the water again. Once more, the bubble of air around her nose and mouth appeared and she began to propel herself towards the wreckage that interrupted the leyline.
As anticipated, dragging the wreckage out of the seafloor took a titanic amount of exertion, and so when Azra finally dragged herself to shore, she barely made it out of the waves before she dropped herself onto the wet sand, too exhausted to go any further. She watched as waves rushed towards her, reaching her knees before they receded again, then lifted her head to see how Bree fared. “I never want to move again,” she complained with a loud sigh.
“Nadine’s power would probably make things easier, but we’ll have to make do with just us for now. If we can’t get it we can come back with reinforcements,” Bree reasoned. She flashed a reassuring smile at Azra, or at least she hoped it was reassuring. This was her domain, she was supposed to be confident and know what to do, right?
Azra dove back into the water and Bree watched for a second. “Ancients...if you’re out there and real and stuff, maybe give us a hand? This feels dumb. Ok, bye.” She let the platform of water drop and swam back down toward the magical disruption.
By the time they were finished, Bree almost felt ready to leave the water and be landlocked again for a little while. Her muscles felt like rubber and even the weakened waves felt strong enough to knock her over. The ocean seemed mildly sympathetic, which was more than she expected, but perhaps it was grateful for the work they’d done. She collapsed on the sand and rolled onto her back, breathing heavily. “No. No moving. Not for at least a week,” she agreed. “You did great. I can’t believe that worked. Holy shit. That hurt. I vote we take a nap. Yeah? Then we can figure out what the heck to do with that thing and then we can get pizza. Maybe Rose can just summon us home while we sleep.”
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As the pair of them burst through the surface, Azra pushed her hair out of her face and took a couple of deep gulps of air. Despite the fact that water manipulation allowed her to breathe underwater to an extent, doing so for an extended period of time made her uncomfortable. When she felt water solidify under her feet, she gave Bree an appreciative look as she relaxed somewhat.
“Was it a boat maybe? I mean, like, I big boat, obviously, but… what the hell else could do that?” she said. The discovery of what interrupted the leyline created more questions than it did answering them. The size of the debris itself would require both Azra and Bree to work in tandem using Strength’s hydrokinesis, and yet someone or something had done this on their own. Or, potentially, there was a group that acted against them. Neither option had a positive outcome. She thought perhaps she could text Mitch and have her zip her home for a minute so she could borrow Nadine’s telekinesis, but the idea of stacking magic–maintaining hydrokinesis while using telekinesis to move the debris–quickly sounded more exhausting than she could handle.
“Maybe we can at least pull it out of the leyline and… I dunno?” With one hand she gestured, her palm slapping the surface briefly as she did so, sending a small splash of water into the air between them. “Get it closer to shore. Then we can convince Rose to summon it to the lair once we get back. Would it be worthwhile to look at it once it’s out of the water? Or do you think it’s just… like… normal metal? We’ve gotta get it out of the leyline, though. If it is what screwed up our powers, the longer we leave it, the worse things could get.”
“I don’t know, honestly,” she said, breathing deeply. “I suppose it could have been parts of a boat, twisted to make it like....a bit ass knife?” Bree frowned thoughtfully, chewing on her lip. “I think maybe I can create a sort of reverse whirlpool that will at least pull it out of the leyline and then maybe push it to shore? I brought a shit ton of garbage bags, too, I always do so that I can have the water sort of bring me all the things that don’t belong in the vicinity and do a quick clean up, but obviously, that’s not gonna fit in a trash bag. And I’m not sure I’m going to have the energy to do a beach clean up after getting that out. It’ll be the biggest thing I’ve ever pulled out of the water.”
The fact that someone had been able to stab the huge chunk of metal and glass into the ocean floor made her feel uncomfortable -- it was going to take her and Azra working in tandem to get it out but someone had managed to get it there with seemingly no problems at all. Then again, it was always easier to break things than to put them back together so maybe she was giving this asshole too much credit.
She took another deep breath, trying to think strategically even though that wasn’t her strong suit. “Okay, if I create the whirlpool and you sort of use the water to scoop away the sand we should hopefully be able to get it free and then we can send it to the shore together. Just be careful to maintain a safe distance. If it comes out more easily than we expect, I don’t want it to hit either of us. I think I could probably stop that anyway? But be careful. Does that seem like a good plan?”
When: June 22
Where: By the river
Who: Bree & Eerb
(Please forgive the lack of editing on this, I’ll update it at a later date I just wanted to get it posted for now)
The river is placid today, its surface calmer than usual and sparkling under the midday sun. Birds chirp in the trees on the island’s shoreline. Summer heat settles over everything, blanketing it in humidity that manages to be almost pleasant, if still a little stifling. The current begins to pick up, gradually at first, but then the river starts to rush. Waves form on its surface. A figure comes skating through them, light bouncing off of her sun-bleached hair. Her feet are bare, floating upon water which bends perfectly to her whims. Her grin is wild and her laughter unbridled; seaweed strands are tangled up in her hair, and a fine film of salt coats her suntanned skin wherever it hasn’t recently been splashed. Despite all the little details, Bree may as well be looking into the flat waters of a clear lake, or a perfectly clean mirror - this person is a perfect reflection of her. When she opens her mouth to speak, even her accent is the same. “You look like you could be having a lot more fun right now.”
Bree blinks at the alternate version of herself -- part of her had been preparing for this since the others had their encounters, but it was still weird. Really weird. "Riiiight. Sure, okay. If this is a parent trap type situation and you're here to tell me that your mom has a picture with half of my dad's face and we're twins separated at birth, I'm gonna need a drink."
"I wish. How funny would that be?" She laughs. Liberty in a single sound. The water around her shifts like it finds Bree amusing, too. "We're not really twins. I mean, I guess we are? In a sense? But not literally in a shared-a-womb way. Besides, I'm too busy doing whatever I want to worry too much about schemes and hijinks. There are always waves to catch and magic to use, you know."
"Sure, I guess. But have you tried schemes and hijinks? They're pretty awesome," Bree said, moving closer to the water. "Like, recently I put out a bunch of catnip for a friend who... you know what, long story. Complicated story. But I digress. You know rivers aren't really great for surfing, right? White water rafting, maybe."
"I remember the catnip! That was fantastic. Aeron never quite puts that in the past, watch out." Her hands are on her hips and she wiggles her toes in the water, perfectly at ease suspended just above it. "I'd be on the open ocean now, but you happen to be on a river. You make do with what you've got. Actually, I'd rather be in the Bermuda Triangle." Her eyes are alight with mischief. "Once, just for fun, I pulled the whole area into a giant whirlpool and sped around so fast I gave myself whiplash. Worth. It."
She frowned at that, trying to figure out what exactly all the implications of those statements were. But that wasn't really her strong suit. "What if I get Aeron like..... a cool sword or something? Will he forgive me? I honestly didn't mean it for him. But also, what the fuck, dude? Are you gonna explain who you are or what you're doing here? Or are we going to just hang out, I'm leaning toward the second one if you want my opinion, always figured I'd be fun to hangout with."
"You could give him magic the likes of which he's never seen. Worked wonders on me." Her smile is completely unbothered even as Bree tries to usher them to the point. "Right right, I came here for a reason. We could totally hang out. Come with me to Bermuda! And, you know, stay." She tilts her head, watching Bree intently. "Sticking around here... It's fine. It's whatever. A little bit stifling though. I was okay with that at first, until I found out that magic doesn't work like we think it does. Bree, there's so much more we can do. I love everyone on the Council, for sure, even the grumps, but the thing itself is kinda... Unnecessary. I've found something better. So I came to tell you about it."
"I never doubted there was more," she said honestly. "The trouble with being reincarnated and relying on my shitty note-taking skills to learn from. But if I'm going anywhere, it's home. Australia home. I mean, Bermuda is officially on the bucket list now because that sounds awesome, but these people would literally die without me. Of boredom, probably. Gimme your spiel. And your cell number. And your go-to karaoke song."
For perhaps a split second, something serious, maybe even solemn, crosses her face. "They really do struggle not to let their seriousness swallow them whole." Water laps at the river shore, inching closer to Bree. "You can go anywhere, Bree. Surf Bermuda, check out some arctic glaciers, be back at Bondi in a second. I'm telling you, the magic we've had hidden away from us all this time? Total game-changer." With a puff of air she blows a lock of hair out of her eyes. "You've kinda gotta throw yourself at it, though. It's a whole-ass-or-nothing deal, and it'll tear the Council right apart if you aren't careful. Guess that's what happens when nobody is in charge."
"Yeah, I'm not actually worried about getting more magic for myself, I'm pretty happy with what I have. It's way more than most people have. But if you know where Feiyan is, that I'm interested in."
She groans almost playfully. "You're asking me the one thing I'm incapable of answering. Or, actually, one of like five. I can try, but I think the effect is supposed to make me look like a fish out of water. All lip, no noise. Feiyan can be found, though, that's the good news. I used all this magic to do that." She hardly lifts a finger and two columns of water rise to flank her. Then they begin to twirl, graceful as dancers, before sliding back into the river. "It's not just raw power - although it's that, too. Have you ever dreamed of commanding the entire ocean, Bree?" The reflection smiles like she's looking right through Bree. Her eyes are a little wild, focused on the horizon. "We are the ocean. Have you ever thought about that? What's a better embodiment of Strength than that?" Her words fall to silence and it lasts for several long beats, until she shakes her head and brings herself back. "But it's not just that. It's being about to teleport just like Mitch, or walk through the world with all your Spidey senses dialed up as high as they go like Justice. It's what The Ancients meant to take away, I suppose, and it's the key to finding Feiyan. Or to destroying the Council as you know it."
"What are the other four things?" Bree asked curiously. She sat on the river bank and leaned back on her elbows, face toward the sun to soak up as much vitamin D as she could. "The ones you can't answer. I know you can't tell me the answers but what are the questions?" Part of her doubted her double would answer that, either. Maybe it was question two. She turned her head toward the bizarro-Bree and shaded her face with one hand. "So, you're me. You made your choice, got the power, whatever. You're here to tempt me to do the same. Why? What do you care, you got your eeveelution, why does it matter if I make a different choice?"
She hummed, looking down at Bree from where the water held her high. "Five wasn't literal, buuuuut, I can't just give you the secret to using other magic - I can only tell you it's drawn from ley lines. I can't tell you who's about to come meddle in the Council's whole shtick, but I can tell you someone is. Stuff like that. I'm allowed to warn you, but I can't give you the answers you need." No emotion shifts over her face to cover her serene contentedness. Even if what she says seems urgent, she herself is as carefree as the ocean. "You're me, right? I'm you. And I kinda care about myself and what I need. Not enough to try to make you do anything, because when has that ever worked on us, but enough to warn you. There's a lot more to being Strength than you know, and was exhilarating to figure out for me. Helped me find Fei. Helped me figure out where I belong. Spread the happiness, babe."
"Yeah, we went to the ley lines. Someone is fucking with them. You know anything about that?" Bree asked. She sighed, this alternate version of her was too.... stoic. The fact that her face didn't give away her every thought spoke volumes to how different the two girls really were. Everything she was offering felt too good to be true -- the proverbial snake in the garden offering endless knowledge in exchange for eternal damnation. "Here's the thing Eerb... You're me, I'm you, so I feel like we know each other pretty well. And... I just don't trust you. There's an ulterior motive here, I don't know what it is, but I know it's there. I know that because I'm a terrible fucking person and given the chance at adventure and excitement I throw caution to the wind every time and fuck things up -- I've read about it over and over and over and I'm trying to break the cycle here."
Her calm surface gives no hint of any currents which may run beneath. "I do. I can tell you it's, uh, interference from others who..." She's thinking of words which won't get her in trouble, that much is clear. "Who know about magic and how to use it. Who aren't on the Council. Is that a good enough hint? I'm not discussing unicorns here or anything. That would be fun, though." She chuckles at 'Eerb' and doesn't bat an eyelash at Bree's candor. Doesn't seem moved by anything at all, really. Maybe her expression gains a hint of seriousness, but even that isn't easily proved. "You don't have to trust me. That seems fair enough. I did just show up out of the blue while you were minding your business. And I'm not asking you to decide anything now! I have to come back later to show you the full extent of this power anyway. So I'll come back, and you can decide then to trust me or tell me to get lost, if you like. Right now is just for giving you everything I can. Right now is for telling you that you an be the ocean, Bree. You can be a lot more than just some person or some Councilor. The Council is going to fall apart over this magic one way or another. You might as well become the force of nature you are, find Feiyan, and get a taste of that adventure before someone steals it from you for good."
saltlord06/22/2019
glittersatan06/22/2019
(,kjhgfghj)
(that was so funny i broke character)
saltlord06/22/2019
(you're welcome)
"Come back for Halloween, we can get one of those two person horse costumes but a unicorn. We'll be super fucking magical," she said with a grin. "I'll keep an eye out for Death Eaters screwing with the leylines, if I can... And, for the record, I'm not saying get lost, do what you want as long as it's not hurting anyone, I just don't know what I'm going to do. In my experience when someone offers you something that sounds too good to be true, it usually is. The only exception has been Feiyan. What you're offering sounds a bit like Ultimate Cosmic Power, ITTY-BITTY living space, ya know? So I'll think about it. You can stick around, if you want. We can go do karaoke or like... freak people out with twin-y things."
"Are you afraid of me being some kind of magical used car salesman? I guess that makes sense. I can't promise people won't get hurt." She cants her head, expression pensive. "But that's true no matter what you do. See, once Marcy or Dan or Azra gets their hands on this power... yikes. Let's just say things went to hell right quick and my first instinct was to run away to Australia. Getting between them and their precious power wasn't easy. Hard decisions come with the territory." The little river waves around her grow agitated, sliding back and forth to the rhythm of the reflection's toes tapping the water's surface. "It took me a while to get used to all this... raw power. But magic is a force of nature, and nature's gonna be around long after us." She shrugs and then her grin starts up again. She starts to hum, a little off-key and without much attention to being nice to listen to, before a song tumbles from her laughing lips. "If you change your mind, I'm the first in line! Honey, I'm still free, take a chance on me." She steps onto the shore to accompany her singing with a dance, the water responding in kind. "I dunno the words, duh-nuh nuh nuh nah, something somethi-i-ing, take a chance on me-" She dissolves into her laughter for a moment and then straightens her spine again. "Karaoke rules and we are obviously fantastic at it. I can't stick around too long, though. Bermuda's my hot date."
“See, now I know you’re evil. How can you not know the words to ABBA? I’m going to kick your ass at karaoke.”
glittersatan06/22/2019
(is that her response for real kjhgf)
saltlord06/22/2019
Yeah. That’s it. She intends to think about the rest of it and try to sort it out in her head but talking to her double doesn’t seem to be getting her anywhere? Probably because she’s not asking good questions because she’s... a dummy lol
glittersatan06/22/2019
(i love everything about her)
saltlord06/22/2019
(I’m glad someone does lol)
glittersatan06/22/2019
"I mean, do you want me to be evil?" she asks, not remotely put out by the thought or Bree's lack of faith. "I can try. Not sure I'll be all that good at it since, like, all I can think about is ABBa and curly fries now, but you know how it is."
“No, that seems counterproductive. But I remember learning about doppelgängers and they’re like... always evil so.” She shrugged. “Damn, now I want curly fries. I think there a food truck nearby. Wanna see?”
"Oh, that's totally another thing I can't explain. What exactly I am. Or from when or- well, I can hint, but specifics don't come through. Let's get curly fries. I think the last time I had any was before Nadine went totally nuts and black magicked the whole Lair to pieces." She says it like she's commenting on the weather and then rubs her hands together excitedly. "You know what I love about food trucks? No dress code. I'm totally barefoot and they can just suck it."
“If anyone was gonna do it, it’d be her,” Bree sighed. “But also, I don’t like that you’re just so blasé about Nadine going bat shit and blowing things up. That’s... not ideal.” She looks down at her alternate self’s feet and cocks her head to the side. “If you’ve got access to everyone’s powers, couldn’t you just bamf some shoes here?”
"I got her to stop, so I mean..." She shrugs. "She can't hurt anyone now, and that's what matters, isn't it?" She does a mock tap dance in the sand just for Bree. "I could. I could do anything I wanted, though. Turn my feet into pterodactyl claws if I feel like it. Barefoot is nice, I like sand between my toes."
"Okay, but, ya know... it's June. And this isn't like a beach beach. Gonna be walking on asphalt soon enough. But hey, you do you."
She beams at the suggestion and pulls her knee up to take a step forward. Water rushes from the river to form a bubble floating just barely above the ground, and it supports her weight when she steps onto it. "Shoes are boring unless they're shaped like animals. And I could just bamf up some narwhal-shaped slippers, but this feels more fun."
"It's also super conspicuous? There are muggles around."
At that she groans. "Does that really matter? What are they gonna do, arrest us? Just tell them I'm a street magician and everyone else will come up with some rational explanation for what they're seeing."
"Yeah, and then you disappear and everyone looks at me with questions and I get blamed. Don't tell me you're too spoiled to walk."
"You're the one who just warned me about asphalt!"
"So put on some shoes! Damn, girl. There does not need to be this much drama. And that's coming from me."
She rolls her eyes but there's humor in the curve of her lips. It's the way someone who knows they're being purposefully unhelpful smiles. One moment her feet are bare, the next they're supported by beachy sandals. "Better, Miss Snippy?"
"Yes. And those are cute, you can leave them when you go." With that, she flips her hair and starts walking toward the food truck.
"Bossy bossy," she says as she strolls along after Bree. "And you think you wouldn't be a good leader."
"I wouldn't. There's a big difference between being bossy and making good decisions."
"Well, duh, but you aren't bossy to Azra or Eve or Aeron or anyone when you need them to listen to you." She arches her eyebrows like she's daring Bree to tell her otherwise. "You're a great listener when you try, and you know how to command attention without ever actually commanding. Sounds like leadership to me, but what do I know, I'm only you."
"You know as well as I do that people like Salma and Marcy will never take me seriously, nor should they. And I don't want to be in charge."
"They let their massive egos get in the way. How do they walk around like that all the time? Gotta be hard on their necks, am I right or am I right?" She stops in her tracks, her head cocked to the side. "Well if you won't be in charge, how can you trust anything will get done?"
"I'm not one of those if you want something done right you have to do it yourself types. I trust the people I'm with - yeah, they'll fuck some things up but we're all fuck ups so, what can you do? Micromanaging is exhausting and time consuming and ultimately counterproductive. So says the one book on management I read when I was seventeen. But it was written by flipping Navy Seals, so..."
"Did the Navy train them to flip, do you think?" She hasn't budged. "It's not really micromanaging if you tell them what to do and they do it. It's kind of just, managing. We are all fuck ups, though, that's totally true."
"Who knows," she replied with a shrug, moving around her double to continue toward the food truck -- the more important goal at the moment. "I'm not a manager."
She watches Bree's back as she walks away, her smile vanishing for a moment as her eyes narrow dangerously. Pleasantly she asks, "Then what are you?" and re-schools her face into something cheerful and benign, if a little tight around the eyes.
"A happy -- and hungry -- peon."
"I didn't realize you'd back down so easy from a challenge." It's an obvious attempt to goad her, but then, her carefree smile is starting to strain.
Bree smirked and shrugged. She didn't really think of herself as a happy peon -- it was true that she didn't want to be in charge, but there was also a part of her that wanted to see what would happen with this double if she just continued to do the opposite of what Eerb seemed to want. "Yup. We're pushovers, you ought to know that."
Now she makes no effort to hide her slitted gaze. "What about helping people? Protecting magic? Rescuing Feiyan? You'd rather just stand by and see what happens?"
Bree can't help but roll her eyes and sigh. "Calm down, okay? I'm partially messing with you because I know you're sure as fuck messing with me. But all that other stuff is going to work out -- we're going to find Fei. Magic is always chaotic and it will continue to be chaotic but we'll figure it out and we'll manage as a team -- it's what we do. I'm going to keep helping the council as much as I can, as annoyingly as I can, because they're my family and that's what you do with family. You, on the other hand, are probably an evil double sent from The Darkest Timeline™ to steal my soul, half my socks, and probably my favorite t-shirt, then stir shit up and either leave or replace me like a changeling. I'm not really cool with that but I also don't know how to stop it and I'm morbidly curious so I figure my best bet is to be myself -- an annoying troll -- and hope you get bored and either kill me or that we get a bicycle built for two."
There is a long silence. Nothing seems to move around them, and neither does the reflection. She just watches Bree. There is curiosity leeching into her face now, but it's tempered by wariness, or perhaps disappointment. Then she moves just a little too fast for comfort, coming to a stop right in front of Bree. Their eyes would be perfectly level if her head was not tilted slightly. Her gaze searches Bree's face. "I don't know what to make of you," she says softly, dissatisfaction evident.
She flinched slightly as her double moved in front of her, because that's weird af. "Yeah, I get that a lot." Her voice is nonchalant, but she's tensed to run if needed. (NOT THAT IT'D DO ANY GOOD BECAUSE HOLY SHIT HER DOUBLE JUST BASICALLY NARUTO RAN IN FRONT OF HER)
Her nose twitches. "You're so... tame." She's not bothered by their closeness, leaning her neck back only to get another look at Bree, then closing that distance yet again. "All the jokes and the pretenses. You're like a puppy. You aren't interested in power or doing important things or anything, are you? You just want to play."
"You're supposed to be me, you should know." She takes a step back and to the side, moving toward the food truck again.
(She's such a little shit, I'm sorry. Because she knows her evil twin wants her do do something she's going to do NOTHING out of spite. #TheWorst )
"Maybe I should take your place."
"You'd be bored."
"I had such fun before, though... And I'm out of my own friends to drown."
Bree arches an eyebrow, turning and walking backward so she can look at her double while still making her way toward the food truck. "This is the part where I'm supposed to say something like 'touch them and I'll kill you' but if you really were me, you'd know that so I don't have to say it. Thing is, I can tell you're trying to get a rise out of me, I'm just not sure why. You want my life? Seems like you're more powerful than I am, you could murder me right here and now and take it. But you're not doing that, so there's either a bigger goal or something stopping you. I'm not the brightest bulb, but I'm also pretty sure that you're not actually me. I watched Back to the Future, interacting with your past/future self like...erases photos and fucks with the time space continuum. So, if you want something, do us both a favor and come out with it."
Disinterest filters into her expression and she shrugs. "I came here to offer what I have. You don't have to take it, but then I don't have a reason to stick around. Your life isn't important in the grand scheme of things." She turns away, looking back toward the water. "You just get reborn."
"If I'm so unimportant, why bother making the offer at all?"
"I never said you weren't important."
"So I'm important, just not my life? Meaning, what? Strength matters but not the current incarnation?"
She settles a sidelong glance over her shoulder at Bree, her face hard and inscrutable. "You could be the ocean, you know. Unfathomable. Powerful beyond belief, and vital. I don't know why you wouldn't choose that. But you don't have to - it's not something I can force. What comes next will be painful for you if you choose to watch from the sidelines, that's the best I can explain. Too afraid to take a risk and rise to the challenge? Then be afraid."
"Dually noted." She rolls her eyes and starts turns to walk away before turning back and adding, "Oh, and fuck you, too."
She smiles at that, an expression too wide and sharp for Bree's features, but she says nothing at all in return.
(bree can exit orrrr engage, anything you want)
saltlordToday at 2:49 AM
Yeah, she's done with this bish
Bored of your threats now, i'm gonna get a snow cone
glittersatanToday at 2:50 AM
in that case picture eerb walking off into the water and sliding right into it to disappear - fancy exits are for chumps
saltlordToday at 2:52 AM
LOL And then there's bree who's just like, "I thought we were getting food? I think your threats might be more effective when not on an empty stomach."
Bree also 100% had a hermione moment as Eerb was walking away and was like "is that really what my hair (and ass) look like from the back?"
Movements spurred now by urgency, Azra wordlessly stood in the surf and followed Bree. Cold water rose to her waist and then her chest, and with one final inhale, she dove into the waves and tailed the other towards the source of the disturbance. The deeper they swam, the more the chill began to bite and darkness pressed closer despite the relative shallowness of the water itself. She manipulated the water to propel her quicker in order to catch Bree before she lost sight of her, and as the pair of them drew nearer, what was once a hint of the unnatural felt more tangible, like she could feel it in her very soul.
When shapes materialized out of the ocean’s natural murk, Azra slowed. Glass and iron violently jutted from the seafloor, intentional and strange and very obviously the epicenter the leyline’s interruption. But what was it, and why was it done? She swam closer as she tried to inspect the debris, a crease forming between her eyebrows as she observed and thought. The Harry Potter-esque bubble around her mouth allowed her considerably more time to investigate than it would have a normal person, but eventually, she’d need to talk to Bree.
After a few minutes trying to decipher the original shape of the glass and metal, she swam to Bree’s side and pointed upwards, her arm pumping a few times for emphasis. They needed to surface to figure this out, and the sooner the better.
Bree stared at the massive chunks of glass and iron stabbing out of the ocean floor and felt a little bit like she’d been stabbed herself. Ley line or no, who would do something like that? Weren’t the oceans polluted enough without adding extra shit? She swam closer, the water aiding them by clearing -- silt and debris fell to the bottom so she could get a good look at the ley line’s disruption, but the response was more sluggish than she was used to. Maybe it was just the size, but Bree had a feeling it had more to do with the ley line.
She looked over when Azra urged her to the surface, hesitating for a moment before nodding and starting to swim up. Her head broke the surface and she took a few breaths of regular air. She used her power to make a sort of platform they could stand on so they didn’t have to tread water while they spoke and wouldn’t tire themselves out before the real work began.
“What the hell is that?” Bree asked, pushing her hair out of her face. “I mean, clearly it’s intentional and we’re lucky this isn’t a big fishing area or anything, no boats hit it. It might be deep enough that that wouldn’t be an issue anyway, I wasn’t really paying attention to that part. But still, what the hell? It’s no accident, obviously. But damn. I think... I think if we work together we can use the water to pull it out or wear away the bottom to where it can be pulled out but then what do we do with it? We can’t just leave it on the shore, right?”
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Even if Bree’s magic had been similar to Eve’s, Azra sort of doubted she would have been able to wield it in the same way. She probably just needed a lot more practice, but flowers and trees and shrubs never talked to her the way they did to Eve, and though she could magically grow or shrink plants when she mimicked the other’s magic, she couldn’t really ask permission before doing so. And the idea that the ocean was so vast, so ancient, that it didn’t really have time for the affairs of humans didn’t put her nerves at ease, either. So Azra simply watched as Bree sank to the sand and allowed the waves to hit her as she began to channel.
After a quick glance up and down the beach to make sure no one watched them intently, Azra sat next to the other and gently touched her bicep. She’d mimicked her power several hours earlier and though she could still feel it at her fingertips, perhaps a quick refresh would help. Dark eyes studied Bree’s posture and she imitated it, then let the magic flood out of her like roots.
Bree was right.
The ocean was massive on a scale Azra couldn’t begin to explain, and the sheer vastness nearly overwhelmed her. Not to mention, it was hard to sense any sort of disturbance when the entire sensation of connecting with the water felt like one endless, churning entity filled with life other than just simply salt water. After a moment, she whined and withdrew her magic. “How do you do this,” she muttered and shifted in the sand. Again, she peered down the expanse of the beach and imagined herself anywhere but here, anywhere but absolutely failing at what she’d been told to do.
After a moment, she tried again, and this time she tried to shut out anything that didn’t feel familiar. Despite the array of different sensations mimicking made her feel, they all had the undercurrent of magic that felt at least somewhat similar. She focused on that memory, straining her copied hydrokinesis for anything with that same signature until… she found it. A quick flash, a ways down to her right–an unnatural twist to something familiar. And then it was gone, just as quickly as she felt it.
“There’s something down there, um, way over–” Her torso twisted to her right as she scanned the waves for anything, but she still only saw blue waves and a level horizon. “I could have sworn…”
How do you do this?
Bree ignored the question, focusing on the magic and the water and trying to understand the somewhat jumbled responses coming at her with each wave. Even if she’d had the capacity to respond right now, she wouldn’t know what to say. It wasn’t an exact science. She didn’t know how to do it, she was just making it up as she went along.
The rhythmic pounding of the waves pulled her into almost a trance-like state; the closest to meditating she’d ever come. It wasn’t restful, exactly, but it was calming. She let her breath sync to the ocean waves, breathing in as a wave broke against her and out as the water receded. It was like a second heartbeat, different than her own but somehow still the same in the ways that mattered. She could feel the pull of the moon’s influence on the tide, feel the shifting of the sandbar a few hundred feet off the coast. The sun sparkled on the water and barely warmed the surface, the depths still cold as death.
And there was something else, pulling against the current, against the natural ebb and flow of the water. Deep, unnatural, unwelcome. Azra piped up again then and Bree nodded without opening her eyes. “I feel it, too. Something... It’s like an assault on the magic, sort of...” her voice trailed off as she concentrated her focus that direction, feeling a deep sense of discomfort in her gut. “Come on.”
Without thinking about it she stood, wading deeper until she could dive into the water. Now that she’d sensed the disturbance in the force, so to speak, she felt compelled to continue on and didn’t wait to see if Azra was going to follow or not. This was her domain, her responsibility. The water assisted her strong strokes, propelling her forward toward the source of its pain. Even if she couldn’t fix it right away, she had to find it, had to understand now that she’d picked up on it.
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