[open] and you can tell the sun in his jealous sky..
[OOC: Just to let everyone know, Cassie is backdated to the thirteenth. Everyone else is on the current date. :)]
On the thirteenth, it is Cassie Riddle’s twenty-third birthday. In the early morning, she is up on the roof of Kashtta, playing guitar. She’s singing a pretty little folk song she was fond of from back home to the skies of the ( Read more... )
On the thirteenth, it is Cassie Riddle’s twenty-third birthday. In the early morning, she is up on the roof of Kashtta, playing guitar. She’s singing a pretty little folk song she was fond of from back home to the skies of the ( Read more... )
"And nope, I haven't met Ron. Although he sounds like someone I used to know. Bright red hair, tall, swears a lot...." She can't suppress a giggle. It would be so weird if Edge were one of Harry and Hermione's friends. He'd look totally out of place.
"Fascinating," she says, in response to Cassie's Crazy. "Hey, I bet I know how we could find out. There's this thing called Google. Actually, Hermione taught me about it." She finds that quite ironic, right now. "You can spell out letters in it. And if you spell out the letters of something you're looking for, it can help you find it. Sometimes, anyway," she adds. It wasn't that useful for helping her find out about angels.
"...Hey, do you need any help with any of that?" She gestures to the cake mix. "Not really sure what I should be doing. And too many cooks spoil soup, you know, so I didn't wanna jump in."
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"I'm sure we all know someone like Ron," she says with another laugh, "Everyone's got a mate like him: the jokey one. The one who's always a bit daft, but he's still a good lad and stuff, yeah?"
Cassie snaps her fingers, "Google, yeah! I know Google!" she says with a nod, "You can search anything in the world on it. One thing will bring you thousands of results, brilliant huh?" She taps her chin in thought, "We could go to the library or something and use a computer to search ourselves and see if we're fictional characters in this world,"
She looks down at her cake mix that now dished out into six smaller bowls. "Oh! Right, yes! Sorry! You can help me mix in the food colouring so we can make our rainbow cake," She taps each bowl, uttering a colour, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple," She hands over a bottle of red food colouring to Iris whilst she takes the green. "Add a few drops at a time and mix it in until the mixture's pretty bold enough in colour. And be careful, this stuff might stain a little,"
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Of course, one day Iris might be forty too. She's never really thought about that. Whether she lives or dies has never been too much of a concern to her, as long as she gets her work done. If she fades from this life, there'll be another waiting. Only, if she keeps getting born into the same body, won't she get really super-old? "Wow," she says, not really aware that she's speaking out loud. "I'm going to be a thousand someday."
She grins at Cassie's statement. "Well, daft is one way to put it," she says, translating the word effortlessly. "I'm not sure I'd say jokey, though. Too serious, if anything. But yeah, he was a good person." For all the spats she's had with Edge, she can't deny that.
She takes up the vial of food colouring, dripping it into the mixture and giving it a good stir. The red stuff does stain her fingers, but she doesn't really mind. It's not like she's never had stains on her skin before. In a way, the familiarity is comforting.
"...Will this turn you red if you drink it?" she muses, holding up the little bottle. The thought fascinates her. It'd be interesting to be blue or purple for a while, at least until natural processes flushed the colour out of your system. You could really have fun surprising people. "If you could be a colour for a day, what colour d'you think you'd be?"
Yes, she's distracted now. It's not terribly uncommon, with Iris.
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She laughs and shakes her head, "Oh no, of course it won't! This stuff's just regular old food coloring. Nothing magic or rift-y about it," she says, adding more coloring to her own mixture. It really is endearing how strange her friend can be sometimes; it's one of the reasons why she likes her and why she's proud to call her a friend. "Although, it might turn your tongue red for a little bit,"
Cassie thinks for a moment, "Erm.. I don't know, haven't really thought about it," She finishes with the green mix and starts on the blue, passing the yellow to Iris for her to make orange and yellow mixes. "Cream, maybe. It sounds boring, but it's one of my favorite colors. A nice, warm cream,"
She tilts her head to the side, "I've always wanted to get my hair dyed lilac, like a purple rinse kind of thing," she says as an afterthought, "That might be pretty cool. What about you? What color would you be?"
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As theories of reincarnation go, it's certainly a little skewed from the norm. But then, one supposes that's to be expected when her first and only experience with the phenomenon was being Rift-dumped into Chicago. It's not exactly the route most people take out of the afterlife. If they take any route at all.
"My tongue red," she ponders, staring into the mixture. "That's not as exciting as it could be." She'd really have preferred a full-body colour change. And maybe if you used two colours, and drank them before they mixed thoroughly, you could be marbled. That sort of thing would be far more interesting. "Besides, my tongue's already red. ...Huh. Maybe if I did something to this food colouring, alchemically, I could use it to turn people red." She smiles at Cassie. "Not that I'm just going to go around doing that. Without their permission, I mean. But it'd be fun for a little while."
She tilts her head this way and that, trying to picture Cassie with lilac hair. "It would suit you, I think," she says, after some consideration. "--Hmm. It would be really fun to be a metallic colour, like gold or silver. Then you could stand really still, and pretend to be a statue!" She laughs. "Though I think if I had to go with one like the ones you have here, maybe green. I could hide in the woods and surprise people. That'd be pretty fun too."
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She laughs, "No, not as exciting as having all your skin and hair and stuff one colour," she replies with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Ahh, not entirely red... it's a sort of pinky colour," she sticks out her tongue just to prove this and laughs once more. That would be something she'd like to see, "As long as they change back after a while!"
Cassie ruffles her hair in thought, still mulling the idea over. She'll make a decision at some point, maybe choose to do it over the summer or something. Or maybe even just dye part of her hair. Like the ends.
"People did that in London!" she says brightly, "Street performers! They would dress up as statues and stand really still and people passing could give them money for doing it. You'd get men covered in bronze, dressed up as soldiers from the First World War. Or girls covered in gold, dressed up as angels. I saw one who would reach out into a small pot and give you a little jewel if you gave her some change. It was really neat!"
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She giggles and mimics Cassie when she pokes her tongue out. "All right then, I'll do it!" She looks down at her bowl of mixture. The consistency looks good. "Like this?" she says, handing it off to Cassie.
And now she's thinking about the whole street performer thing. She hadn't known it was a profession. Maybe she'll try it some time, she thinks. It sounds like a good way to earn money, and make people smile, too. "...Maybe I could give them alchemical items. Things with a little bit of magic in. You know? Just something small that would have a neat effect. It would make people think twice."
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She laughs at the smudge of red across her forehead and passes her a damp cloth for her to try and wipe it off, "Hell? Well.. to put it simply, it's where bad people go when they die. Evil people: murderers, rapists, people who really, really bad stuff. It's all firey and stuff and those who go there are punished for forever for what they did in life,"
Cassie nods, "Brilliant! Now you can make the orange and yellow and I'll do the rest," she says, taking the red mixture from her to add it into the cake tin first, "With mixing the orange, go easy on the red - it's a really strong colour compared to the yellow,"
She tilts her head to the side, raising her eyebrows in thought, "You could, it would really add to the realism of it," she says with a nod, grinning.
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"But people clearly do come back to life," she says, the source of her giggle. "I mean, I'm living proof that souls go on. My body was burnt on a funeral pyre. And yet, here I am, in the body I was born in."
She holds out her hands to illustrate, then thinks better of it. Her hands, in particular, might not have been the best body parts to use to illustrate this. The skin is slightly darker on the hands themselves, abruptly shading lighter towards the wrist in an effect that makes her look like she's been tanning in long sleeves. She's mildly thankful most people seem to assume that's all it is. "And before you say maybe they didn't really burn it, or something... I know they did. It would have been against my wishes not to. And I trust my friends." She smiles and nods, as if that's the matter settled.
"--Thanks." She takes the cloth and begins to dab at her forehead, listening to Cassie's words. About halfway through the statement, however, her eyes widen. "...No way," she says, her expression caught somewhere between shock and a skeptical pout. "That can't be spiritually sound. Why would you punish someone forever? That's awful. It doesn't make any sense."
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She tilts her head to the side, "You were cremated? Is that because you're an alchemist?" She had done a little reading not long after she'd found out, and she's learnt a few things. Like the importance of fire, for one. Turning metals into gold. Making magic. She stops mixing to look at her friends hands and frowns slightly.
The colour difference does look strange, but she really doesn't know what to make of it. She just smiles, and makes a motion of zipping her lips together, "Not gonna say anything, I'm sure they would have,"
Cassie nods, a weak smile at her lips, "Yep, it's true," she says in a serious tone, "I don't know why. When people go to heaven, they're happy forever. When people go to hell, they're punished forever. I mean, if someone went a killed lots of people, shouldn't they be punished for it? Make them feel bad for what they've done?"
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