#triangularcommunification

    The man stared at her wide-eyed, glaring- a kitchen knife dangerously at her throat just floating there. He had been cleaning dishes, a few on the floor now- when she suddenly appeared from the sink. Soaked uncomfortably and now a plethora of broken dishes he didn’t understand why she was here.

“What the hell do you want.” he sneered, clearly angered by her intrusion upon his home. If that one by her throat wasn’t enough any other kitchen knives that had been thrown out of the sink by her appearance were floating- aiming at her.

Though nearly impossible to tell save for the faint glimmer of movement, Kells’ eyes glanced around the home she found herself in-- well, what she could see of it anyway, through all this gleaming metal pointed directly at her. For her part, she seemed to be keeping terribly calm about the immediate threat on her life.

“Nothing really,” she answered with a blasé attitude that certainly didn’t belong to the situation at hand, “I just felt myself curious. So I thought, why not drop by? Surely Sr. Consigo’s life could use a little spicing up.” So she remembered his name after all, a smart little grin turning her lips. An immense amount of the energy here felt familiar-- terribly so, though the decor was... subtle. She didn’t regret her decision to visit, yet.

Violent and Dark Starters

“Please, please, I come in peace,” Kells’ voice thrummed against the metal at her throat, dry amusement laced into her words. Far from being as defensive and serious as their first encounter, she seemed to have taken the opposite approach this time: she didn’t even attempt to fight back, as if Consigo was a little sibling whose antics she’d grown used to.

Ohh, Kells loved it when humans decided to fish in her waters. It was best when they chummed the waves to attract great schools of fish-- but just a lure and bait were nice too, and had the added bonus of staying just under the radar of the lake’s sirens. The last thing she needed was attention from those opportunistic little cannibals.

Unfortunately, Consigo would be waiting quite some time for a bite. Each time the silvery sheen of a fish swum timidly to the bait he’d thrown, that was Kells’ time to strike; she snatched up each little meal that was unfortunate enough to draw too close, swallowing them whole in a matter of seconds. Not particularly nice, but it was efficient... and rather fun. For her, at least.

[[Wait did we ever finish it? or did it get dropped?

▲you’re probably thinking Ford- but it’s not