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genessia2014-10-21 12:55 am
notsoholyspirit) wrote in genessia2014-10-21 12:55 am
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Two | Action/Accidental Video
[Spirit has been doing his best to behave, spending the vast majority of his time working or exploring the city. Generally, this has gone on completely without incident--barring a few run-ins with unsavory folk, he's been doing all right for himself.
Today, however, is not that day. It's already late when the video feed turns on. There isn't any image, just a black screen and quiet scuffing. The phone is still in his pocket.]
S'...h-hey. S'not even that late yet!
Look pal, you've been here for ages and you've had enough. Get out. Go home or something, I don't care.
[A door opens and slams. Any passers-by near Jack's Bar would be greeted with one intoxicated Deathscythe being tossed off the premises.
It's only a few moments later that the phone is fished out of his pocket. Anyone watching is greeted with a frowning face.]
Ah, shit...sorry.
[With that, the feed abruptly turns off.]
[ooc: feel free to run into Spirit along any part of this misadventure, from before he's kicked out to on his way home!]
Today, however, is not that day. It's already late when the video feed turns on. There isn't any image, just a black screen and quiet scuffing. The phone is still in his pocket.]
S'...h-hey. S'not even that late yet!
Look pal, you've been here for ages and you've had enough. Get out. Go home or something, I don't care.
[A door opens and slams. Any passers-by near Jack's Bar would be greeted with one intoxicated Deathscythe being tossed off the premises.
It's only a few moments later that the phone is fished out of his pocket. Anyone watching is greeted with a frowning face.]
Ah, shit...sorry.
[With that, the feed abruptly turns off.]
[ooc: feel free to run into Spirit along any part of this misadventure, from before he's kicked out to on his way home!]
I've been working on it. x3
At least she wasn't upset anymore, her colorful eyes focused on him. She waddled over and wrapped her arms around his leg, sitting on his foot. "Come often, okay? It's lonely. Toys don't talk and candy doesn't talk and nurses don't talk. You talk though. And it's not screaming either.
wow Charlotte that there is a comment about not screaming
Well if he had needed anything to remind him of the situation he's in, the comment about screaming certainly did it. But Charlotte was still a tiny little girl and he couldn't help but feel bad for her, alone and hiding.
"We'll pick a good hiding spot. And I'll come to talk with you. Maybe you can come--"
He might have offered then for her to come to the small apartment he shared with Stein, but that died unspoken. Spirit hasn't put together that Charlotte was a witch (which was truthfully better for the both of them) but even still he knows that Stein would be too tempted by the magical being to leave her alone.
"Well. I'll come and talk with you. And you can call me too."
He stoops down to ruffle her hair. "Are you going to tell me your name, kiddo?"
Because referring to her as "pink-haired tiny girl with pointy teeth who loves cheese" is kind of a mouthful.
........ Still adorable.
She tilts her head at the request for her name though, her forehead wrinkling. "Name?" A pause. "Name name name..." A nurse wandered over, offering Charlotte a pair of large scissors and a biscuit. The little witch began to carve into it using the sharp object, finishing after several moments and showing it t him.
It was a mess of strange runes. The same as he ones that drifted from her mouth as she spoke. "That's my name!"
Though the runes could be translated with some work a nickname in the meantime would work better.
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Spirit looks at the biscuit with writing it in and blinks. What does that even say? "Can you..say your name? Because I can't read this."
He waves the biscuit at her, shaking his head. "Or tell me what you want me to call you, is that ok?"
Hey, at the Academy people choose their own names all the time. Spirit is a big supporter of 'pick what you want to be called' so he's going to leave it up to her for now.
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She swallowed. "No one calls me anything. I had a name but I don't remember it. I don't care what you call me." More cake was appearing, the ground depressing slightly, the surface cracking a little bit as it changed from a sturdy cookie to some form of glazed doughnut.
I want him to just call her Charlotte but that kiiiinda breaks teh fourth wall so KIDDO IT IS OKOK
He will have to take her word for the tasty biscuit, because he's gently scooping her up so they could search for an appropriate hiding spot. He already had one in mind; at the edge of town there was an old alley next to a building that he was reasonably sure was abandoned. It would do.
"I think I have the perfect place in mind. I'll show you where. It isn't close so you can hitch a ride."
Spirit places the bitty witch on one shoulder--frankly he'd tuck her into his pocket but she's just a smidgen too big for that--and heads off.
That works! Gonna be strange calling her snake form that though.
The creatures began moving through the strange world of sweets quickly, fleeing from a vertical crack that had appeared, flooding light into the room... and leaving him standing outside in the exact same place he had originally disappeared. Maybe the sweets world was an alternate dimension or something... Regardless, he could see a strange cloud of eldritch smoke swirling around a glowing hole in reality. No doubt it would become invisible once more once Charlotte went back through...
At least with it being so small it would be much easier to hide away from people. He should probably still put up signs though. No doubt people will get caught in it regardless if he doesn't.
Yeah well you know
He walks in quiet, aware of the light weight on the top of his head as he searches for the abandoned building and associated alley that he thought would be a good hiding place. "I think this is a good spot, kiddo. I'll put a sign up too that says no trespassing, or something like that. People will leave you alone, then!"
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She looked up and around the alleyway when they arrived, sliding down a little, feet secure on his shoulders, still holding his hair so she wouldn't fall. "Strange place. Quiet and dark. I will make it sweet and pretty." She began climbing down the back of his coat, slipping as she got closer to the ground, tumbling a little. She didn't actually appear hurt, sitting up quickly and shaking her head to clear it.
The strange dimension was already drifting to the back, picking a corner to adhere to and blooming outward, covering a small area in all directions before abruptly dissolving, leaving the alleyway undisturbed. Or at least appearing to be undisturbed.
"I will go now. I have cheese and cake to eat. Spirit. Bring more cheese soon. And bring tea. I like tea too. I will make you lots of cake and candy." She waddled over to him hugging his shin before turning and making her way over to where the dimension had settled. She moved decently quick despite her short legs and simply vanished after a moment, the alleyway rippling...
Yes a sign was absolutely needed.
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"Okay, kiddo. I'll check--"
But before he can say more, she's vanished into her little dimension.
Spirit stops to make a little warning sign (it reads "NO TRESPASSING" in ominous lettering) and places it on an old police road block, hoping that the combination will be enough to pretend passers-by from inadvertently stumbling into Charlotte's world.
At that, he turns to head home.