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[mal_addict]

Who: Brock and Maladict
What: Utterly failing to find Joshua and being assaulted by fairies.
When: December 5th
Where: Out in the Paradisan wilderness, on the powered side.
Rating: Proobably no more than PG-13.

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[icarustattoo]

Yeah, that's right! Brock is the best not-completely-terrible, less-irritating-comparatively company you could hope for, Maladict. One of his many talents.

Another of these talents, as it so happens, is his ability to dress like a moron despite the obvious signs that winter was coming. Crazy Paradisa Winter, of course, means sudden snow and chill and all those things that squishy, hypothermia-prone humans Do Not Do Well with. And Brock is dressed in a denim jacket? Because he's a moron? A moron whose fashion sense still thinks he's in 1994, that kind of moron. But a moron nonetheless. Let me continue to stress how dumb Brock is.

Regardless of his incredible stupidity, or perhaps because of it, he spends a moment glaring up at the sky too.

"Goddammit. You're probably right," he said, then sighed, shifting the pack that was slung over his shoulder. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll freeze to death."

[mal_addict]

...Gods, Brock, that's a whole new level of stupid. How you're not dead a hundred times already she'll never know. She rolled her eyes, taking of the cape around his shoulder and depositing it on his head. There, an extra layer.

"He's probably holed up in a cave or something, so I doubt we'll catch that break, but it's nice to dream," she started back in the general direction of the castle. "Come on, maybe we'll get back before anything weird happens."

[icarustattoo]

He is incredibly durable, that's why! One day he'll tell you how he survived in the vacuum of space, though that might not mean anything to her. Huh.

Brock just snorted and took the cape down to wear it normally, fastening it at his throat. "Maybe he'll get eaten by a bear or something," he replied, turning to follow her. Stay positive, Brock, that's the spirit!

"The leaves are all gone. That's weird thing number one already."

[mal_addict]

He might as well start talking about the cat in the hat, for all the sense vacuums would make to her.

"Do we even have bears here? I can't remember seeing any," oh how she had clearly missed Molotov's little project.

She chuckled, reaching down to pick up a handful of snow, scrutinising it before dropping it to the ground again.

"Well, you know Paradisa, its seasons change faster than you can blink."

[icarustattoo]

'Do they have bears here'; Oh Maladict, you don't even know. Brock sighed, rolling his eyes up to the sky. "Yeah ... apparently."

He just sort of eyed her as she messed around with the snow over there. Don't touch that, it could be full of stupid magic bullshit! You never know.

"Sure," he said, lighting up a cigarette as they walked, "and a lot of dumb stuff can happen before you know it, too."

[mal_addict]

Probably best she never finds out about the bears. It can't end well. She reached over to steal a cigarette from him, because come on dude share.

"Especially this time of year. Remind me to set fire to all the decorations when we get back," she scoffed. "I don't even celebrate the damned holiday and I have to suffer through it."

[icarustattoo]

What, do vampires hate bears or something? Because Brock hates when people bum his cigarettes! Wow, rude, Mal. He just rolls his eyes and lights another one.

"Yeah, you celebrate Hog ... something, right? I remember there are hogs," he said, demonstrating his tremendous cultural sensitivity.

[mal_addict]

Not at all, but she doubts they'll be all that SAFE what with the idiots who live in the castle and all. And deal with it, it's her ciggie now. She took a deep drag, before nodding.

"Hogswatch. And yes, there are, they pull the Hogfather's sleigh," she gave him a sideways glance. "You remembered more than I thought you would. I honestly expected you to think I celebrated Christmas again."

[icarustattoo]

Oh gosh, that was Brock's concern about the bears, too! Truly they are the bestest of best friends, on the same wavelength and everything. Brock smoked as they walked too, shrugging in response to her little comment.

"I'm sharper than I look, what can I say," he said a little wryly. "They don't give just any idiot off the street a License to Kill, you know."

[mal_addict]

She chuckled blowing a ring of smoke into the cold air.

"Oh, if only that were true where I come fro...," he paused, squinting at something...floating in the near distance. "Brock, please tell me you can see the glowy floaty things too."

After all seeing things was never a good sign for her.

[icarustattoo]

That ... was not the sort of question Brock ever wanted to hear from Maladict. Particularly when they were out in the middle of nowhere. Because middles-of-nowhere tended to have a distinct lack of coffee pots to use as projectiles, you see.

He stopped walking to look where she was indicating, squinting as well.

"Yeah ..."

Well, on the one hand at least she wasn't hallucinating. On the other, glowy floaty things usually weren't good. Particularly in Paradisa.

[mal_addict]

She was glad he could see them too. Really glad. Trying to eat him once was one too many times as it was.

"...What the heck are they?" she frowned. "Other than trouble, obviously."

[icarustattoo]

He could always try to actually you know what I'm not even going to touch that one. Too easy.

Brock continued to squint, also frowning. "Fireflies would die in this kind of weather," he said slowly. "They're not like ... pixies or something, are they? Fairies?"

He looked sidelong at Maladict at that, because obviously she should know this sort of thing. She was a vampire, don't all supernatural creatures instinctively know about each other?

[mal_addict]

Good to take the high road after all.

Maladict turned to give him a pointed glare.

"Why are you asking me? Why would I...know," then she blinked.

Okay that's weird when did he get so handsome?

[icarustattoo]

Brock is always handsome, that's when! Maladict is usually pretty attractive too, in that weird androgynous early David Bowie kind of way, but the way she's glaring at him makes her ... super hot? Or something? What is going on here, what is happen.

Brock blinked too. "Because, uh."

And then he stopped talking because what are words.

Useless, that's what words are, particularly in a situation like this. So Brock continued to not talk, and instead leaned down to press his mouth against Maladict's, holding the back of her head. Brock, this didn't turn out well the last time, what are you doing.

[mal_addict]

If only she knew who David Bowie was. Brock would probably never make it out of the wilderness if he voiced THAT thought.

Still, the time for words is certainly gone. She returns the kiss (which is always a bit of an awkward affair for someone with very large and sharp canines) wrapping her arms around him. There is no way this can end well.