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"Yeah, and you know what? Your life was worse than mine. And there was some girl in Africa or Eastern Europe or wherever, who cares, whose life was worse than yours. And mine. But you lose all hopes of happiness when you start comparing yourself to other people. Somebody always has it better. For example, you're on tour with your band. And you're lecturing me?" As Sandy hears the rest of the lecture, there are a couple of places she feels the urge to jump in. Professionals?!? But only the vaguest emotions play across her face. Despite her incredulity at Konnie calling herself a Sheriff, she definitely shuts up like someone being given a talking to by the cops. Until the lecture is over, at least. "Neither of you ever had money." She says flatly, to Konnie and Sherry, pushing Konnie's hand off her shoulder, "So to put yourselves in the shoes of my marks is as arrogant as all the whatever you accused me of. Otherwise you'd know why your assumption that these people would start talking is totally false. You know why that is? It's shame. These are rich entitled kids who have always had an easy way out, who have never admitted to anything in their lives that didn't benefit them. And in your minds they're going to sit down at a bar and admit to hitting a defenseless girl while they were drunk and then paying her off? They're going to cop to that over Pizza and Call of Duty? And they're going to put together that it was the same girl despite the fact that things like wigs and hair dye and makeup exist?" She puts her hands up and laughs, but nods to Meg, "this one knows." "But by all means, educate me. Tell me the ways of the world. Buy me some pizza and give me a ride home while you're at it." xian fucked around with this message at 06:59 on Apr 9, 2015 |
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Eliza “You know, it’s funny,” Eliza mutters, a small sizzling escaping her voice, as if her sleep deprived crankiness is starting to get the better of her fire talent, and her tongue is starting to hiss like a hot griddle frying bacon fat, “But you’re wrong. When I look at all the people around the world, it inspires me. It fills me with hope to see so much opportunity in this mortal world.” Rather suddenly, her bat wings snap open, lifting her a few inches off the ground with a single, floating flap. “Just being able to drink tasty tea at a cozy coffee shop, sample tunes at a music-snob hole-in-the-wall record shop, to enjoy a sunshine day, each is a crystal clear fragment of happiness. Not a day goes by that I don’t relish the moments of joy this world offers,” she shrugs carelessly, “Sure, some people have it worse than others, and some have it better, and for some it’s seriously harsh, but most people have a –chance- at some kind of happiness, however humble, however fleeting.” Her tail, lithe and arrow-tipped, lashes free and she drifts up in the air to loom at Sandy as if the imp is six and a half feet tall, “It could always be a Hell of a lot worse. Literally. Look me in the eye if you think I haven’t seen it!” her gaze blazes with concentric rings of fire like a crazed cartoon character. She lifts her finger and draws a circle of fire in the air, giving it a smiley face and little tiny devil horns, “You can write it off as some My Little Pony bullshit; and I know you want to do, but it burns me up when you humans waste your wonderful too-brief life-spans thinking the world owes you a living,” she waves her hand to smash the circle into sparks and indicate Sherry and Konnie, the sparks landing at their feet, “These people are trying to help you! There’s always a piper to pay, and whether it’s the Sheriffs, some rear end in a top hat rich kid psycho who puts two and two together and dumps your body in a river, or the thrice-damned Shadows who hold the status quo by tearing magic people apart, it all ends the same. Regrets.” “Personally, I’m never going back to Hell, so I don’t care if you end up there.” She says, landing carelessly, and stretching all the kinks out, “But Sherry and Konnie seem to think it’s a good idea to help people who don’t know what the gently caress, and they’re my empathy coaches, so I’d listen to them. I’m going back to bed. Someone tell me how it turns out.”
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Sherry A little booze, a little bravado... Dear, you're the one who's... Sherry's beginning to suspect the Dark's evolutionary function, if not its genesis. In light of her duties as empathy coach, she remains silent. There's only so much you can say to a self-made statistic, and her own well is starting to hit dry clay. Edit: Got my hands full with a hardware thing right now, but going to make a relenting post ASAP. Bieeanshee fucked around with this message at 14:51 on Apr 9, 2015 |
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Sherry Or not. "Yeah, but guilt is corrosive. You get a few of those chuckleheads together somewhere they feel safe, the beer starts flowing, and the damnedest things start falling out of their mouths. Or the guy at the body shop reports the damage to the cops. The bank reports suspicious activity on one of those PINs Broseph forked over. Cops might get involved, more likely a PI. Daddy's lawyers will keep Junior out of jail." "Meanwhile, people hear thuds, squealing tires and shouting, because it can be hard to sleep when people are partying. Someone happens to have their phone when they're peeking out the window. Say it happens a fraction of the time. Cops are still going to be curious after the second or third time, though they'll probably just crack down on the drunks." "What I'm leading to is a lot simpler and scarier: people hate a show-off. Some guy starts flying around downtown? People are going to rationalize it, maybe it's a special effect, maybe they imagined it, but subconsciously they'll be shouting 'that's impossible!' If enough people see it, something wakes up, something that will do its best to kill him... and even if he's the second coming of Superman, it will probably do it. We found that out the hard way." "You don't need any scared straight poo poo, and I really don't give a drat about the richlings you've been ambushing --though seriously, careful with your fella-- but it sounds like you've pulled this often enough that getting caught could bring the boogeyman down on your head." "I know it sounds ridiculous. Take it as you will."
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Sandy isn't oblivious to the fire in Eliza's voice, and softens her tone, as compared to when she's talking to Konnie, accordingly, "No," Sandy says, looking at her tail, "I think you've seen... something. That's for sure." Sandy does look a little hesitant when Eliza mentions shadows and being torn apart. "World doesn't owe me anything, but why shouldn't I take it from these guys? World doesn't owe them anything either..." And more-so when Sherry re-iterates it. "You're saying there's some supernatural thing watching over me and if I step out it's going to get me?" "So... how about that Pizza?" Sandy says, hopeful. Way less aggressive than the last time she asked the question, "You drive, I'll buy. You guys are the experts, maybe we can brainstorm a better thing for me to do? Some way to use my powers that won't get me thrown through the supernatural paper shredder? I can handle the college boys." She says confidently, but the next part much less so, "I don't know anything about the boogey men, though."
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Konnie "World's s'not loving fair." Konnie says, forming back into her solid self. "Fight back and get your teeth kicked in, or try and live with it and eat poo poo for the rest of your life. Sucks either way." Konnie staggers over and slams her fist into the hood of the Frogger. "Jules!! Pizza place!! Now!!" She demands, flopping back into the van.
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Eliza "Call it Zeitgeist, call it Tulpa..." Eliza begins, in a sleepy almost singsong voice, shrugging with her back turned to Sandy. She spins around and waggles an index finger in the air in the Starfish lady's general direction, "I believe the working theory is that everyone is a liiitle bit psychic," she makes the teensy-weensy gesture between thumb and forefinger, "Individually, when someone sees something they know can't be real but is, the offense to their worldview... doesn't really amount to anything," she shows her open palms and a tiny flicker of flame blinks and vanishes, "A spark." "But!" the imp stabs a finger at the air, and a ball of fire gathers there, "Enough people all become offended all at once, the Offense itself becomes a psychic entity whose Sole Guiding Principle is the certainty that You. Must. Not. Exist." The bundle of fire manifests a pair of angry eyes out of negative space, before the whole thing burns out. Eliza wears a wicked grin upon that statement, as if she is a gleeful child telling the conclusion of a thrilling ghost story. She pauses, and looks apologetic, "Oh, um, by the way, 'Zeitgeist' means 'the spirit of the times,' like the soul of collective human opinion, manifestation of the overall beliefs of the current culture; and the 'Tulpa' is a being created from pure mental focus, condensing into a living thoughtform. Like a creature made of psychic energy." rattling on like a teacher who forgot to explain the basics to a student. She goes to clamber into the back of the van, "Hop in," she chirps, "It's comfy and cozy in the back! I like garlic and hot peppers on my pizza; what do you favor? Pineapple is great too!" Drakli fucked around with this message at 06:44 on Apr 23, 2015 |
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Konnie Konnie lazily points at Eliza. "Listen to the succubus. She knows this poo poo." She sagely advises Little Miss Starfish. "This powers stuff sucks." She adds her own, equally sage wisdom to what has been said. Then she kicks the back of the driver's chair. "Jules!! loving go already! You're making us look bad in front of the starfish!! Jesus!" "Pineapple?" She looks at Eliza like she was from out of space. "Did you ever actually eat real fucken' pizza back in New York?" She puts to the demon. "Or is this some evil loving sin punishment pizza you had to make in Hell? Seriously." She shakes her head. Pineapple on a pizza. Bitch was crazy. "Zapiekanka." She answers all the same. "Cheese an' mushroom. Lots of 'em. Best thing ever."
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Konnie "Can't be sexist, you're an evil demon. God said so. Just bein' a good Catholic an' that." Konnie yawns her rebuttal. "Yeah, we can't really rock out." Konnie points out, sitting up a bit. "If we get too famous for anything then the whole 'everybody in this band has powers here' thing will totally get out and then we're fully hosed six ways from Sunday. So that's the one job I was ever actually good at hosed forever. Oh, and Nat broke up with me cuz she was freaked the gently caress out about it. And I can probably never tell my family about it ever? So just take that pitchfork and ram it up your twat." She grumbles, hunching back down. "And you don't know pizza for poo poo." Konnie looks to Sherry. "Don't let her order anything ever."
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Konnie "The only person on the face of the planet who'd notice any more damage on this rust bucket is Pete." Konnie loudly proclaims. "And my brother's off selling fucken' Smarties® in Belgium or some poo poo. So we're good." Come on, even Jules knew pineapple didn't belong on pizza. Even Jules knew. Eliza seriously needed to get with the picture already. "You got bullshit magic 'I got every power' power, of course you'd like it." Konnie astutely points out. MagickFrog brought to you by Nestlé. Nestlé. Good food, good life.
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Meg "Hawaiians," Meg says, "That's why it's called 'Hawaiian Pizza'." Meg considers that a second, "Can we get pineapples? I want pineapple now. gently caress all you all, I'm getting hawaiian pizza." "'Liza, don't set the frogger on fire. I don't want to get stranded out here." Pineapple in Hawaii is SOOO fresh and good, guys! For real.
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Sherry So. Are we all happy, or at least all worn down by the arguing? Sherry realizes that she is, as she looks around at the others. "Pizza sounds good," she nods, avoiding the topic of toppings for fear of fueling another argument, and silently hoping that things actually do work out from here.
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"This sounded really gnarly." Sandy says as she takes another bite of Hawaiian Pizza, "And it is, but in a good way!" Her other slice, a BBQ Chicken Pizza, sat on the a paper plate, slowly turning it translucent. The group sits around a round cement picnic table in a small yard grassy area to the side of the parking lot. They could have sat inside, but it's a nice night. And being outside made it easier to see who might be listening to the conversation. "So how do I do it?" Another bite, now she's folding the crust while gesturing with it, "I'm saying, what I can do is mine. Gift, talent, power, it belongs to me. Not some... Tulpa, some shadow man who wants to take it because I've been..." she glances around the parking lot, lowers her voice "relieving these rich daddys boys of their bank balances. I don't want to be some cop or ambassador or whatever you guys are, I just want to live in peace. Preferably near a beach. Or on a mountain. I don't know how to ski or surf but always planned on picking one of the two up." She shrugs, then takes a bite of the folded crust.
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Konnie She just has to shake her head at those sacrilegious pineapple eaters. Really, why don't you just pour orange juice over the loving pizza and ruin it for good. Savages. Konnie, on the other hand, was eating whatever vague approximation to a cheese and mushroom pizza this lovely chain place could put up. It was only the fact that she was starting to go from 'drunk' to 'hungover' that it was even considered edible. All the same, she was about half a pie in at this point. "An' that money you scammed out of those drunk assholes is theirs." Konnie, as astutely as ever, points out. "What you were doing is up and down illegal, that's the problem here. If you want to be in peace you can't be breaking the law, it's going to get you all sorts of bad attention." Konnie drops another crust on the table. "What th' hell you do anyway, Starfish?"
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"It was theirs, and then I convinced them to give it to me." Sandy says, "But yeah, I get it. I can take a punch...and more, and I can be pretty convincing given the right circumstances--to normals, at least." Jules does sense some telepathy, but if he's a rock band's light show, then she's a nightlight. "I don't know what else. Never tried. Never really tested it or questioned it once I figured out that hustle. Getting shot just to see if I can doesn't seem like the best idea. Neither does cutting myself open or falling from a great height."
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"You say tomato..." She says airily. But despite what she says, she's still sitting there, listening. "Oh, yeah, stuff like that. Sure. I didn't say I haven't gotten...well...done things that wouldn't have gotten me hurt, just that I haven't intentionally done anything drastic. Don't that much pain, either, which is one of the reasons I'm not pushing things. It's one thing if my body is like 'oh no this is hosed' then 'oh, no, wait, we're good.' Way different if my body is like 'we're all good' but I'm losing blood like a kiddie pool with a hole in it." Sandy looks around, makes sure that they're the only ones paying attention. She finishes her crust, makes a fist, then slams it down on the table, resulting in a thud and a sound of twigs snapping that nobody wants their hand (or any other bodypart) to make. The pinky isn't looking good, bent in a way it shouldn't be. "See, if I burnt my mouth on hot pizza, it would hurt more than that does now." She picks up her BBQ Chicken slice with her good hand. "I feel like a magician right now. Nothing up my sleeves..."
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Eliza "The shadow guys won't take your power so much as take you apart, but yeah." "Problem with drowning is," Eliza says, unfazed by Sandy's gruesome display, although the loud noise did startle her sleepy mind slightly, "even if you can come back to life after drowning, you're still underwater and might could drown again. And again. And again until you get to shore." She looks lazily at Sandy's badly bent pinky. The imp has seen worse, "Hey, Konnie, think you could do that by turning into water or fog after you got hurt and reforming your finger back in the right shape again? Water is nothing if not protean." She squeezes a bit of tobasco sauce over her slices of Hawaiian pizza. Spicy pineapple! Yum! "I wish I could give more advice on how to find the good life, but I'm already living my dream."
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Konnie "hosed if I know." Konnie shrugs at Sandy the Starfish. "Maybe. Haven't really tried. Kinda don't wanna in case I gently caress it up. But it's not something a classic Rusalka can do, I don't think. But maybe I gotta jump down your throat and wear you before I can do anything like that." She shrugs again. "Who knows! Powers are loving terrible and weird so odds are that'll probably be it." And as if on cue that broke hand starts to fix itself up. "And there's the starfish." Konnie points out, wincing away from it. loving gross. "Hey, Starfish, kinda broke the table there." Kon points out, nodding at the crack in the concrete. "So super strength too. Yeah, you definitely need to cut the hit and run poo poo off before you accidentally kill somebody."
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Konnie "It's only a small crack in loving solid concrete." Konnie feels she should point out once again, finishing a slice of pizza. "Oh! I think I learnt this in school. Building muscle is just tearing it and then it heals again, right?" She looks around to see if her not quite all the way through high school education was right or not. "With your healing thing, you could totally be stronger than you think you are and you wouldn't even know it."
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Konnie The keg you could understand, at least. Natty light is basically nothing but water, and Konnie was basically nothing but water. That made some kind of sense. But that whole mushroom and cheese pie (sans crusts) that she just ate her way through? Now that was a mystery for the ages if there ever was one. "Sandy the Starfish." Konnie says over the lull, closing the lid on her crust filled pizza box. "Just what do you want our help with? Cuz' we're totally here to help. S'our job. Or my job at least." Konnie was the only one with those Sheriff business cards after all. "You can't keep headbutting SUV's, I think we covered that. But what do you want? Like, help training your powers? Getting to know everything you can do an' that? Or just loving off out of this town to somewhere you can chill? What's going to happen?" Konnie, the great communicator.
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Jules Did someone say Chicken BBQ pizza? Because that's what Jules heard, that's what he found, and that's what he's been busy eating. After a moment, he realises Meg is looking at him, eyebrows raised, and just kind of stares back at her for a second. "What?" he asks, slowly, "Do I have something on my face?" He dabs at his chin with a napkin. Then he blinks and seems to break out of his pizza-induced coma. "Wait, so, Konnie, are you saying that it's fine for me and Meg to just mind-power our way into a beach house?" He shares a look with Meg, grins. "Because that sure sounded like it." As awesome as Meg is, he still can't understand just why she puts pineapple on pizza. Sherry, too. Savages. It might be the only thing he and Konnie ever agree on. Even the tabasco sauce makes more sense!
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