Closed RP: An Angel, A Pixie, and a Little Dog, Too.

[angelicbadboy]

Brice took Twoey on a walk around the lake most every day, because though she was a pretty small dog, she never quite seemed to run out of energy. Now lately she had taken to teaching herself how to swim. It definitely interrupted the walk, but since Brice was usually putty in Twoey's paws, he allowed her to play and splash as much as she wanted

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[angelicbadboy]

Brice hadn't expected a voice, especially not one apparently coming from above, so he was startled enough for a twitch before glancing up. Oh, look at that. A girl with wings. Practically an every day occurrence, really. It took him all but half a second to deduce that she was not an immediate threat, though the hair was kind of an eyesore. But who was he to judge? Once upon a time, he'd been known to sport a bleached blond mullet, and not even the excuse of being evil at the time could really atone for that.

"Thanks," he said politely. Anyone who liked Twoey was a-okay in Brice's book. "Twoey, c'mere here and say hello."

The dog bounded up and instantly started nosing around Megan's feet, with her tail wagging madly. Twoey was a very loving dog. The only person she had ever really growled at had been actively trying to kill Brice, and accepting as the little dog was, she did draw the line at that.

"She doesn't bite," promised Brice and shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, just to have something to do with them. "If you hold out your hand, you might get a kiss, though."

[my_soul_itches]

Megan crouched down and let the dog sniff her before scratching at Twoey's ears, grinning from ear to ear. "Awww, what a sweetie! Yes you are," she crooned, engaging in that baby talk that sometimes comes from being in contact with adorable animals. "She's adorable. Her name's Twoey? Weird. Not bad, though, it kind of fits her. Twoey." She straightened up and rubbed her hands on her jeans. "I'm Megan."

[angelicbadboy]

Brice looked pleased. Yes, his dog was adorable, thank you. She was irresistibly cute and such a good girl, yesshewas... But he was still a cool guy. Yes, absolutely. Badass.

"She's actually named Bob Two," he said conversationally. "I had another dog named Bob once. I didn't know Twoey was a girl when I got her." He nodded at her. "I'm Brice. Nice to meet you, Megan."

Twoey, who had greatly enjoyed being scratched, now took off again. Ducks! There were ducks to chase by the lake! She took off like a race dog and ran straight back into the water, yipping excitedly. Brice, much like the parent of a young and energetic child, never took his eyes off her.

"So." Brice wasn't exactly known for his gift of gab. "Where are you from?" Nice one.

[my_soul_itches]

"Ah. That makes sense. It's no use changing her name when everyone's used to it already. I bet it only makes things more confusing, you know?"

Megan likewise watched the dog, a little worried for the ducks. "Oh, I'm from Wales originally, but I spent about a year in New York and another in San Francisco. That's where I was yesterday, but things got bad and I came back here. What about you?"

[angelicbadboy]

Brice watched Twoey leaps after the ducks, and miss every single one. They didn't even bother to fly away most of the time, just flapped their wings and moved back a few feet. Twoey didn't care much. She was only in for the chase.

"London," he said. "Originally. But I haven't been there in a while now. Been seeing the world." 21st century London didn't count, not more than Elizabethan London. It wasn't where he'd grown up. Going home for Brice was not impossible, just... very difficult. "And I've been here for... about three years now, I think. So, do people in Wales normally have wings? Not judging," he added quickly. "Just curious." Hey, he had wings too. They were just tucked in at the moment.

[my_soul_itches]

Megan giggled. "No, they don't. I'm a mutant." She kept a wary eye out for any sudden displays of disgust, fear, and/or worst of all the sudden desire to attack her and rip said wings off. Souldagger, she reminded herself. I can take care of myself if I have to.

The riot yesterday pointed to an answer in the opposite direction, but she considered it a special case. She had been caught off-guard and not trying to hurt anyone.

"So what parts of the world have you seen?" she asked, suddenly curious. "How do they stack up against London and Hogwarts?"

[angelicbadboy]

Angels were generally very open-minded and accepting. Brice was not a pure angel; he'd been human once and well acquainted with prejudice. And after he'd Fallen from Heaven, he'd been pretty prejudiced himself, against angels. But he'd never been prone to hate-crime. So, his answer was just, "Cool. I mean, if you're going to be a mutant, you can probably do a lot worse than wings."

He took a moment to think about all the places he'd been. Not one of all the missions he'd been sent to had been his own time. "I've seen India. The Caribbean islands. Rome." Heaven, Hell. "They had their good and bad bits, like most places do, but I don't think anything can really compete with Hogwarts in terms of plain weirdness." He grinned a bit. "How long have you been here?"

[my_soul_itches]

"Oh, wow. Ooh, I had a friend from India! Paras. I don't know where he is now, I haven't seen him for a while. I hope he's doing okay. But yeah, Hogwarts is pretty weird, isn't it? I was trying to get to the hospital wing yesterday and I kept getting lost. I'm pretty sure everything was moving, but I was kind of out of it and I might be mistaken. But really, what do you expect from a magic school? Um, I was here for a little while about a year ago, but I left to take care of some things and only got back yesterday. How long have you been here? Have you learned to do anything cool yet?"

[angelicbadboy]

She sure did talk a lot. But well, Brice was used to that. His closest friends here were all girls, and the chatty sort.

"Oh no, the staircases definitely move." Twoey was heading up on land again, and Brice tossed her a stick, which she attacked gleefully and began to chew on. "But you get used to it. In September, I'll have been here for three years." He shrugged. "I haven't really learned much. I mean, my girlfriend bothers with it way more than I do. Only been to one class myself."

Brice paused, listening to the sounds of the stick being chewed into little pieces. He had an explanation for not studying magic: He wasn't here for that. His mission was to keep an eye on Hogwarts, keep the light levels up, protect it from evil, or at least make sure evil didn't rule the place completely. But how to explain that to someone you'd just met?

[my_soul_itches]

Megan was indeed the queen of talking entirely too much. If not the queen, certainly someone high up there. Thankfully, she needed to breathe sometime.

"You've been here three years and you've only been to one class?" She didn't know whether to be impressed or horrified. "But... why come to a school if you don't go to class? Have you ever got in trouble for it, or do they just not care? I guess they just don't care, do they?" And then, as a happy afterthought, "You have a girlfriend that goes here? That's so sweet! What house is she in? What house are you in? I'm in Gryffindor."

She paused in her chatter and watched Twoey for a few seconds. Aww, puppies... she'd always wanted a dog or a hamster or something. But her grandparents had said no and the Institute had been dangerous for its students, to say nothing of possible pets. "Is it hard to keep a dog here? What with all the magic and staircases and other students and everything?"

[angelicbadboy]

Brice scratched the back of his head a little awkwardly. "It's, um... complicated. I'm just not really here to learn magic. I don't have to learn it. I just do what I like here." He grinned a bit. "Nope. Not a hint of trouble's come my way for it. It's not like the classes are held that regularly anyway. I can get away with not attending." Brice's face softened a little, like it usually did when the subject of his girlfriend was brought up. He wasn't aware of it himself. "We're both Gryffindors. Her name is Melanie. And yeah. She is kind of sweet."

He thought about her next question. "Not really. We used to have two dogs, but it became too much work, so we gave Tracy to Michael. He's the school librarian." He eyed Megan. "Been thinking about getting a pet, have you?"

[my_soul_itches]

"Oh." It didn't make too much sense to Megan, but everyone else was apparently happy enough with it, so there you go. "Well, that's nice, then. I'm hoping to learn defensive magic. My teleportation spell is only good for so much, you know? I mean, it's handy, but I don't know if it'll go away once I get my soul back so I should probably learn more."

She hemmed and hawed over that for a little while. "Well... I don't know. I've always wanted a pet, but I don't know what, and I don't know if I'd really be a good pet owner. What if I accidentally make it hallucinate, or what if I take it back to San Francisco with me when I decide to go back and my school gets blown up again?"

[angelicbadboy]

Oh okay, with the... Hang on. Brice looked up, blinking. "Uh... 'Get your soul back'? Is that some cool slang that the kids use these days?" Like 'getting your groove on'? No? Who knew. Brice was a child of the 23rd century; his slang would be completely impossible to understand by today's standards.

See now, this girl had just gotten even more interesting. Was she even aware of everything she was saying and how weird it sounded to someone you'd just met? "You have a habit of blowing up your school?" asked Brice carefully. Let him know now so he can move out of the way in case she gets sick of Hogwarts.

[my_soul_itches]

"Nope. I got sucked into Limbo and had part of my soul stolen from me by Colossus' sister. Sort of. She kept calling herself 'Darkchild' and got really mad whenever anyone tried to call her 'Illyana'. Also, she had horns and goat legs. And I got another piece sucked out a couple of months ago by Belasco's daughter--Belasco's the one who took Illyana's soul in the first place and he was trying to kill my friends so I had to kill him but I really didn't want to but Laura was all bloody and he killed David and Laura but they were healed and--" Stop, gasp for air, continue. "Anyway, I'm going to get it back someday."

She cocked her head at him, shocked and confused. "No, it wasn't me. It was those same jerks who beat me up yesterday. Okay, not the same ones, but the guy in charge of Humanity NOW! used to be right up there with Reverand Stryker and he was the one who ordered the missile attack on my friends. People really, really don't like mutants, and some of them do things like try to bomb the school or beat us up at riots or try and make stupid laws to get us all chemically sterilized."

Ugh, people were so mean sometimes. All Megan wanted was to be left alone and have her friends be left alone. Was that really so much to ask?

[angelicbadboy]

What do you say to a story like that? 'Wow. That must have sucked.'? Because presumably that didn't even begin to cover it. Brice didn't have much experience with Limbo himself, but he knew that Mel had been traveling through there once, to get a lost soul back to its owner. It hadn't been easy. Limbo was a tricky place.

"I hope you do," he said, after having patiently listened to the whole rambling story. "Maybe I could even help you. Mel's got some experience with soul-retrieval." Really, she took a weekend course and everything. "She's good at helping, too."

Brice leaned back against a tree, still keeping a watchful eye on his dog. "People do stupid things when they're scared. It becomes even more stupid when missiles are involved. So you're one of many mutants, then. Do they all have wings?" He was curious.

[my_soul_itches]

"Really?" Megan perked up in an instant. "I'd really appreciate it, really! I'd like to have my soul back more than just about anything. There's this... this hollow feeling in me, and it feels scratchy and empty and I hate it. I never used to feel like this. Also I never had a Souldagger that made me flip out whenever I used it. And no, I'm not going to demonstrate, because one of the last times I used it I blacked out and when I woke up I'd stabbed Nightcrawler."

Also, her hair had turned kind of black. In parts. And while that was kind of cool, she missed her old, purely pink hair.

"No, not all of us. Really, the only ones I know with wings are me and Mr. Worthington. And Angel Salvadore, but I knew of her more than I actually knew her. And her kids, I guess, but I never met them, either."