in the Cage

Colt had nearly tripped over the other as he made his way through the park heading over to work his shift at Le Bordel. An eye brow cocked as he started down at the lady who seemed to be distraught over something. He wasn’t sure what could be the bother. “I’m sorry, the what now?” He wasn’t familiar with whoever she was talkin’ about. 

“My comfort kid’s show.” Any other day, Leda would actually thought about saying that out loud, but still sadden by the news, she rolls to the other side. “Leave me here to perish, handsome stranger.”

“Listen, I get you have to prove people you’re not a midget to play with, but I don’t feel like having to explain to Hayato that you got hurt by punching me to prove a point.“ Theus tells her, with a smirk. “Not any blood, my blood. And don’t say ew, if you haven’t tasted it——— it’s amazing! And my blood can cure many things.“

“Not going to lie, possible injuries withstanding, it sound hilarious and kinda want to see that.” He really not helping, given to her that the whole idea of kidding blood is still very squeaky to her. “Yeah, hard pass. “

“I’m sure your intentions are oh so pure.” He left for a couple minutes and grabbed his bag before returning to Leda. “So any place you want to go in particular today? The beach? Forest? Or did you have something else in mind?”

“Like a newly fallen snow,” she teases him, but the night is young and she is fifty percent sure he grabbed the ropes. “Forest, maybe sit on some fresh moss, enjoy the nature without the danger of imminent death.” Hayato’s turf in the Forest was well respected, but Leda rarely went out to the forest since she didn't trust like that.

Groundskeeper Leda Motoyoshi

Leda is both ready and not ready for this summer camp. She is sadden this is the last year, while the campers can be quite the chaotic lot, she enjoy the craziness of the youth, even daring to be friendly to some. Her husband Hayato, while older has always been quite the pillar for her, as sometimes she can become overwhelmed, her quick sass not always providing a way out.

We’ve never been to Japan, Leda.” Had she seen the trip tickets he’d hidden for December? Most likely not, he’d stored them in a box well out of her reach. “And no, I can’t blame you for wanting to get out of the house. But you clearly want to do more than just take a walk.”

“Oh...Wait we talked about going, then I got ripped in half.” She winces slightly at the memory. She doesn’t like admitting, but some memories become blurry before the Hunter accident. “Me? Naugty mind, here I just wanted to enjoy a peaceful walk in the forest.” Giggling, she give him a fond glance.

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“Surprised you’re behaving yourself Mrs. Motoyoshi. Especially after how you’ve been pestering me for attention all day. But sure, if you can behave, I won’t pack the rope in the bag.” A lie, if he was going on a hike with Leda, some rope was always packed just in case.

“I can behave,” when she wanted to, she still gently elbow his side. “Can you blame me? While I like the lay back at the house, I also something more casual like long walks on the forest or swimming on the beach.  Kinda like we went to Japan, or California.” She fondly remember those time, and her hips ache a little too.

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Someone had been rather clingy today. Not that the wolf minded. But Leda could be quite a brat when she wanted his time.

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“Been awhile since we took a walk in the forest. Rope or no?” He didn’t give her any clue as to his meaning past the question. If she was going to be a brat, he would leave his meaning open and mysterious.”

“Hmmm maybe later, I do want to enjoy the forest.” Leda was trying to bite the sass back, or the need to challenge him to catch her, so for now, she will play nice. Every now and then she enjoy being a little brat go him. “Besides I the forest without the potential danger of getting mauled.”

She gave a small smile with how considerate Leda was being. Christine was not one to cross paths with any other wolf, and she respected the fact that the human was now in a relationship and would mind her place. “I do,” she laughs. “You know I respect what you have and wouldn’t do anything stupid.” A hand slips into her pocket and toys with the necklace.

“Hey, stupid and you don’t go on the same sentence.” With a grin, she looks to Christine, wondering if maybe she was making her ex-Mistress so self conscious. “I am being pushy? You can totally tell me if I am being pushy, you know I hate bringing on the awkwardness.”

“Good to know that poker still isn’t my game–” Deacon replied as he finished cleaning off his hands. “But not anything so gross. Just a run of the mill mechanical failure.” He looked down as Leda took out the cookies. He looked back up at her a little surprised then back to the cookies and back up, “Cookies? What’s the occasion?”

“It takes practice and patience that I don’t have.” Her eyes shift to the machine parts, and shrugs, having no idea what he evens say. “Consolation prize for shitty machinery?” Leda is surprised not more people have emergency cookies on themselves, really.

Theus snorts— “You’ll hurt yourself if you do——— just saying.” The elysian listens to her reasoning, and shakes his head. “Two things— one, if you get drunk, I’m not giving you my blood to make it go away, and two, if you throw up, I’m not holding back your hair.” He replied with an arrogant smirk.

“True, but since when I am a quitter.” Chuckling, she leans into the bar, making a ‘ew’ face at the sheer idea of drinking blood. “First no, second no. Like whom the fuck in their right mind decide to drink blood to cure hangover? Eeew.”

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Deacon was at the work space behind the front counter in My Laundrette. He was fiddling with some tools, working on a washing machine motor that had decided to stop working for some reason earlier in the day. He’d gotten pretty good at fixing minor problems in the washers and dryers but this didn’t seem like a minor problem. He sighed and dropped the screwdriver next to the broken motor muttering under his breath, “Fuck– You would do this to me today wouldn’t you, you rat bastard?” He wasn’t angry just not really looking forward to having to order another one tonight. He picked up a rag and wiped the oil from his hands. 

“You looks like something shit on your cereal.” Leda rarely come to My Laundrette, but she swear this is the only place she can find that one nice aroma softener that smell like lavender. Wordlessly, she reaches to her trusty messenger bag, taking out a bag of homemade cookies. “cookies?”

“Only someone of your height would make such comment. Jealously doesn’t look good on you midget.” Theus teases her. He’s proud of him, but as someone who enjoys being humiliated, letting go of his ego is quite easy, but he’s a confident bitch, so people often confuse it for an inflated ego. He chuckles at the selection, once they get to the bar. “Are you trying to get into a sugar coma?”

“This is how you say goodbye to your kneecaps you asshole.” She says with affection, sipping on her bright colored drink. “ I’m pretty is 50/50 chance of a sugar coma or getting completely wasted, anyways ends up winning for me.” She winks, leaning into his side.

Her eyes close when Leda mentions about her emotions showing through there. The human was good at reading her and she didn’t know how to take it, at least not in a situation like this. “You will bring greasy food to the studio?” She raises a brow and crosses one leg over the other. “You are always welcome to come over and have dinner with me.Perhaps we can cook together.”

Wordlessly, she gently pats Christine’s shoulder. In the past, she would have her into a hug, willing to comfort her. But now everything change, and this only thing she can offer her. “I’ll be real careful, and if you prefer your place, sure. You did pretty good tomato sauce if I remember.”

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Miyako smiled, but it was only to hide her disdain for this man. “Nonsense. I simply am judging whether she’s worthy of being here. And I can’t very well do that if some stranger is in my way. So move.”

“Mister Motoyoshi already did judge her, and must find her just right.”  The man doesn’t drop of his smile, his finger taping hid knee as he remain unmoving. “So how are we the dead to refute the judgement of the living?”

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She didn’t like the idea that Leda was put into bed. That someone could hurt her that bad. Christine had promised herself one time, long ago, that she would protect Leda and she let her down. Her hand seemed to fidget with the necklace in her coat pocket. She always seemed to keep it on her. “I am doing well. I have been spending a lot of time at the studio. I feel at home there, not that my townhouse isn’t nice.” It was lonely there, alone, but at the studio, she felt more in her element. “You will have to come by.” 

“You doing the thing, where your face is calm, but your eyes are bothered.” Leda does still remember that little tick of her, one of the so little things she could read Christine mood. “Glad to hear, and well, art pieces do go together.” Chuckling softly, she gently pats Christine arms. “Of course, I’ll even make some greasy food, pizza maybe?”

Miyako looked at the other ghost, not amused. She already had put together Leda’s position in the household, but it didn’t mean she was ready to accept the human female. “Funny, I don’t remember speaking to you. I was speaking to Leda. Who are you exactly?”

The man smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “Just someone who is not afraid to call out rude people. Besides, Lady, you aren't trying to talk to her, you are trying to find her wanting.”