((Link goes to a post in Mayday's journal. Didn't want to spam the comm with a socking.))
After a shower, a good night's sleep and
another awkward meeting, Jaime managed to get some breakfast and make his way to the Owlery without further incident
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The wind was making Lola's hair whip around her face, making her wish she had put it up in a ponytail or something, but it would just have to do until they could find a place to sit. It was a good thing that she wasn't cold. Angels didn't have to freeze, though sometimes they did forget that and got cold purely out of habit. She gave her hair an angry little glare and tried to keep it down as best she could, though it wasn't really behaving at all. Gah. Stupid hair.
She shrugged at his question. "Well, there are shops. I haven't checked them out yet. I'm pretty sure there's a clothes shop, but that's definitely robes and things." Because it wouldn't have been like Lola to not know where the nearest clothes store was. She nodded solemnly. "Not really my style." Oh, such a pity... Because hot new clothes within walking distance? Would have been sweet. Hm, they would have to go into London for Jaime's new clothes, probably... Oh, Lola had plans for him. Many, many plans ( ... )
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Hair blowing in the face? Now how could Jaime possibly identify with that? For his own part, he was used to it and could ignore it. His hair wasn't that long no matter what certain sociopathic invisible guys said. But he did have the brief, irrational urge to reach over and brush a strand of hair out of Lola's face as she fussed with it. He quashed the urge, but had to smile a little bit as she pushed it away again and glared at it ( ... )
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Not to mention that it was harder to think clearly on an empty stomach. And his mun was braindead last night. The last people he'd explained the story to who had no real frame of reference were his family and his two best friends, and those explanations hadn't gone too well. (Dani Garrett didn't count. Aside from the fact that her granddad was the last to use the scarab, the lady was so bugnuts the story barely fazed her.) He might explain some of it to Steph tomorrow, but she already at least understood the superhero part of it ( ... )
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"Shakespeare's influenced my thoughts on witchcraft quite a lot, I guess," said Lola after she'd swallowed down the bite with more Coke, and laughed a little. "I wouldn't be surprised if these wizards and witches actually did use newt eyes, though." She grimaced. "They just put a lot of weird things in their potions, including bits from animals I never even knew existed." The angel took the opportunity here to take off her shoes, nestling her toes into the fresh green grass by her feet. No blisters yet ( ... )
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Wow, there was a lot of information to take in, here. Lola felt how her mouth fell open the longer he spoke, until she had to remind herself to close it so that she wouldn't look completely empty-headed. Okay, so... Most of what he said just brough up a huge amount of questions. Superheroes, aliens... New things that hadn't fitted before, either. Angels, demons, time-travel, being dead, those were things that she could handle. This was just a whole new level of weirdness, all the technology reminding her a bit of science labs in the future, with creepy tests trying to define what species she was. Wow. Jaime was really right... Things always could get weirder, huh ( ... )
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Jaime opened his eyes when she spoke, looking at her with surprise. He wasn't surprised that she'd spoken at all, but that she was still sitting right there. As opposed to several feet away.
It took him a moment to realize what she'd asked, and he couldn't hold back a small, choked laugh. "It - it doesn't now. It did then." He shifted uneasily. "Ow. Wait, I take that back. ...Oh. No, I think that's an actual rock poking into my spine now. I gotta sit up ( ... )
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"I've heard a lot of creepy stories," she said eventually, turning back to him. "I try and make a habit out of not running away, so I won't this time either." It was a statement, and a promise. She raised her head, sitting up straight and stretched out her legs in the grass. "You can tell me more if you like. I never mind listening. It's what I do."
Natural response? Didn't apply to her. She was a supernatural being, after all.
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Hey, his contact with supernatural beings so far had been next to nil, and the way his family had reacted tended to steel him for the worst. The only other people to find out the truth who weren't completely creeped out by it were Brenda and Paco, but... okay, Paco was already helping out a magic-users street gang and Brenda found out when he kept a couple of walking trees from pulping his best friends. "Thanks," he said. "I just - my folks didn't react well when they found out, and Milagro ran screaming. She wouldn't come near me for weeks. Of course, I dumped the whole thing on them right then and there."
Looking out at the lake again, though, he seriously considered just leaving it at that. Probably not a good idea, though. He was going to have to explain why he needed someone around here who knew, somebody he could trust. "It ( ... )
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"I noticed. Problem is, it's hard convincing the scarab that. It does listen to me, though, it takes someone really scary to set it off all the way. It didn't reach boiling point around what's-her-name, the scorpion-throwing girl, but it didn't like her at all. ...which is why they didn't manage to sting me. Although she was distracted." Where was this going? "Anyway, when it 'turns on' all the way, so to speak, it's really, really obvious and kind of freaky. Not something I want to happen in, say, the middle of the Great Hall during lunch rush ( ... )
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He returned her grin in spite of himself. "Interesting? Nah, I'm the normal one in my group of friends if you can believe it. Weird just comes after me. You want entertainment, spend five minutes with Brenda and Paco."
"I've heard rumors about that. I'm good, though, thanks." Well, he does have lettuce and tomato on his sandwich, too, so he's not a total loss.
"You hsve no idea." But he smiled anyway at that, his own smile fading at the next question. "They weren't very clear on the how so much as the why ( ... )
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