Who: Abby, Lev, Clarisse and Bella (plus others? perhaps guests) What: Settling in! Catch-all for house shenanigans When: Month of September Where: At the team's joint abode, located in Ache
(getting used to sharing a house with people who are struggling with brand new powers is slow going. bella runs cold seemingly all the time, and moonlights as a microwave; clarisse dream-walks against her will and flings her emotions all over the place. lev is unchanged? reportedly, nothing weird has happened to him at all. abby is keeping a close eye as she deals with her own issue: the odd scent and colour of her blood, exposed briefly when she cuts her finger chopping carrots, or worries a hangnail a little too much.
that seems to be it though. sure, it sizzles away in her veins every so often, starts to numb her out, but it just feels like... pins and needles, really. she isn't too concerned.
in abby's opinion, the omens are weirder.
as is the position that bella finds the both of them in when she returns home that evening: abby on the floor with her omen's shaggy white wolf head in a headlock underneath of her armpit, the both of them straining, abby trying to pry her jaws open with her other hand.)
[Being pale white and ice cold all the time had absolutely taken some getting used to, but Bella doesn't miss having to layer up a million sweaters every time she goes out. She's gotten a few papercuts and...yeah, the blue blood is weird, but she's trying not to think about it.
The omens were...easier for her. Her own, a big, horned, fanged black sheep named Mephistopheles, is shockingly helpful. Like now, when he nudges the door open, holding a bag of groceries in his mouth, and only pauses a moment to sniff disdainfully at Abby wrestling on the floor, before trotting to the kitchen.
Bella is slightly more helpful. Slightly.] ...what, uh. What are you guys doing?
(wow it must be so nice to have an omen that is helpful.
that's a lie. medea is helpful, but seemingly only when she wants to be and those moments have been few and far between. she's also supposed to be intelligent, so why is abby down on the floor with her, having to pry her jaws open from around a packet of jerky... she gets why she would want it but it's still in the plastic–)
Seriously, you can– fucking have some! Let me unwrap it first!!
(she flings an exasperated look at bella, and the omen uses that moment of distraction to thrash particularly hard, whacking abby hard in the head with her tail.)
[Bella lets out a startled snort of laughter, which is at least more stifled than Mephistopheles, who baa's in amusement all the way to the kitchen. She steps forward, a little awkwardly, because Medea is...really big and toothy.]
Do you, uh. Need...help? [Yes, because stick bug Swan here is gonna help.]
(she's finally managed to pry medea's jaws open, but she doesn't have a third hand available and so:) Can you grab it? She won't bite you, promise.
(the both of them are dickheads, but not that much. besides, abby's very certain they'd get immediately bodied by mephistopheles if either of them were to try it.)
[Bella gives Medea's super sharp and pointy teeth a dubious look, but she'll hurry over and crouch down to verrrryyy carefully peel the slobbery jerky package out of the pried-open jaws.]
Are you...sure you still want this? [And yes, Mephistopheles is looming in the doorway with a bag of bell peppers in his mouth, glowering judgementally.]
Yes– (abby breathes, and immediately lets go of medea once the prize has been retrieved. the hellhound yanks free with a wounded snarl, embarrassed, and skitters away across the hardwood, watching bella through reproachful eyes.)
Thanks. (she's panting slightly as she gets up, brushing her pants off. bella is holding the package by thumb and forefinger, but abby doesn't take it from her right away. medea is lurking in the background, watching.)
Yeah, I still want it. She's part of me, right. It's just spit. (anyway. a quick one-two: the package, retrieved and yanked open, and half distributed to the sulking omen in the corner.) Happy??
[Bella holds her hands up in defensive apology towards Medea, wincing.] Sorry, sorry, but Abby's right. If you swallow all that plastic it...definitely won't agree with you. [Unless Omens don't really have digestive systems?? Bella isn't totally positive on the rules of all that.
The jerky treaty achieved, Mephistopheles deigns to reappear, trotting lightly across the floor and giving Medea a disdainful sniff. He has an apple in his mouth, and he settles down beside Bella, delicately holding it between his hooves and nibbling at it.]
Where'd you even get a package of jerky, anyways? [And what...meat is it made out of?]
It shouldn't take somebody else saying it for you to actually believe it.
(but medea's eating and therefore mollified, so. whatever. abby rolls her eyes and takes a stick for herself, offering the spitty package out to bella customarily. she's ignoring the very polite and dainty way that bella's sheep settles next to her and grazes at his own treat.)
It's from Deerington, (she advises, chewing away. abby is neither polite, nor dainty,) just found it in the bottom of my pack.
(she always has food. it's important to have something on you at all times, just in case.)
Huh. [Granted, Bella is extremely...not outdoorsy. At all. She is very much an indoor girl.] That...yeah, I could see him knowing how to do all that. Probably super useful to know, especially with us...jumping dimensions and all that.
Don't tell him, it'll make his head even bigger. But I seriously would have been fucked a couple times if he hadn't been around. He's so good at foraging.
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that seems to be it though. sure, it sizzles away in her veins every so often, starts to numb her out, but it just feels like... pins and needles, really. she isn't too concerned.
in abby's opinion, the omens are weirder.
as is the position that bella finds the both of them in when she returns home that evening: abby on the floor with her omen's shaggy white wolf head in a headlock underneath of her armpit, the both of them straining, abby trying to pry her jaws open with her other hand.)
Drop it–
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The omens were...easier for her. Her own, a big, horned, fanged black sheep named Mephistopheles, is shockingly helpful. Like now, when he nudges the door open, holding a bag of groceries in his mouth, and only pauses a moment to sniff disdainfully at Abby wrestling on the floor, before trotting to the kitchen.
Bella is slightly more helpful. Slightly.] ...what, uh. What are you guys doing?
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that's a lie. medea is helpful, but seemingly only when she wants to be and those moments have been few and far between. she's also supposed to be intelligent, so why is abby down on the floor with her, having to pry her jaws open from around a packet of jerky... she gets why she would want it but it's still in the plastic–)
Seriously, you can– fucking have some! Let me unwrap it first!!
(she flings an exasperated look at bella, and the omen uses that moment of distraction to thrash particularly hard, whacking abby hard in the head with her tail.)
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Do you, uh. Need...help? [Yes, because stick bug Swan here is gonna help.]
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(she's finally managed to pry medea's jaws open, but she doesn't have a third hand available and so:) Can you grab it? She won't bite you, promise.
(the both of them are dickheads, but not that much. besides, abby's very certain they'd get immediately bodied by mephistopheles if either of them were to try it.)
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Are you...sure you still want this? [And yes, Mephistopheles is looming in the doorway with a bag of bell peppers in his mouth, glowering judgementally.]
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Thanks. (she's panting slightly as she gets up, brushing her pants off. bella is holding the package by thumb and forefinger, but abby doesn't take it from her right away. medea is lurking in the background, watching.)
Yeah, I still want it. She's part of me, right. It's just spit. (anyway. a quick one-two: the package, retrieved and yanked open, and half distributed to the sulking omen in the corner.) Happy??
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The jerky treaty achieved, Mephistopheles deigns to reappear, trotting lightly across the floor and giving Medea a disdainful sniff. He has an apple in his mouth, and he settles down beside Bella, delicately holding it between his hooves and nibbling at it.]
Where'd you even get a package of jerky, anyways? [And what...meat is it made out of?]
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(but medea's eating and therefore mollified, so. whatever. abby rolls her eyes and takes a stick for herself, offering the spitty package out to bella customarily. she's ignoring the very polite and dainty way that bella's sheep settles next to her and grazes at his own treat.)
It's from Deerington, (she advises, chewing away. abby is neither polite, nor dainty,) just found it in the bottom of my pack.
(she always has food. it's important to have something on you at all times, just in case.)
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Does...jerky expire? [Deerington was months ago, after all. Please don't get dysentery or something, Abby, she's not equipped to deal with that.]
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(it keeps.) Lev knows about it more than I do. His people knew all sorts of rustic shit, back where we came here from.
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Don't tell him, it'll make his head even bigger. But I seriously would have been fucked a couple times if he hadn't been around. He's so good at foraging.
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