[open | woods] those magic changes

[merlinianblood]

Dave isn't entirely sure whose fault this is. It's very likely that this is Balthazar administering another one of those little "tests" that Dave's grown to hate so much, but he can't figure out what the hell this is supposed to be. Why would his master just pluck him off of W 44th street and drop him, quite literally, into... Central Park? Dave

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[farsees]

"Nature hates you as much as you hate it, I'm sure." A girl's voice pops out from behind some bushes, and after a great deal of struggling, Cassie emerges from within them. Leaves are in her hair, and she scowls as she picks them out and tosses them to the ground. After taking care of that little problem, she glances up at the boy she's managed to run into by chance, and isn't sure what to make of him.

He looks normal enough, and is talking about graduation, and he's focusing on his prissy little phone. Typical teenager, really. That makes her less inclined to be nice and helpful, unfortunately.

"You really should be careful about shouting out here at all. Apparently there are things out here that could get you." She pauses, shrugging. "Or us, considering I'm standing right next to you."

[merlinianblood]

Dave would point out that he's not a teenager, thank you, contrary to... things. He pulls his headphones to one side, exposing an ear, and promptly arches an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

That could either be an I didn't hear you-what or an I don't understand the words you just said-what.

Mostly, he wants to know why there's a little girl hanging out in Balthazar's Magical Woodland.

[farsees]

"What?" She just repeated his own question, and raised both eyebrows in amusement. "Did my warning of be careful come across as confusing, because I'm not sure I can dumb it up very much more." This was followed by a snort, and a roll of her eyes.

"I know this may sound challenging, but if you follow me, I'll show you the way to relative civilization."

[merlinianblood]

Whoa, the attitude on this kid. IT'S TOO BIG FOR HER TINY BODY.

"Or," Dave says, making a Face, "You can explain what the crap is going on before I go anywhere with you."

Dave knows that evil witches comes in all shapes and sizes, Cassie. HE KNOWS ABOUT ABIGAIL WILLIAMS.

[harborofmyown]

Winny is lost. She just wanted to go out into one of the gardens. She doesn't know how she got lost, exactly, except that it's her and this kind of thing always happens to her. At least this time she's dressed for the weather, courtesy of the princess.

So there's a short girl about Dave's age staggering through the woods in a white coat lined with fur and heavy boots, talking to herself while she tries to make the comm work through her mittens.

"I don't even... like cell... cell... cellular phones, let alone know how to make them work, and why are they even here when it's... not really fairylike of them."

[merlinianblood]

Oh, hey.

Another person.

What.

Dave blinks at Winny, headphones still covering his ears and muffled music still faintly drifting into the cold air, clearly bewildered by the fact that she's there at all.

His brain comes to one conclusion, and one conclusion only: IT'S A TRAP.

Upon realizing this, because it has to be true, Dave springs up from the log with two plasma balls in his hands, at the ready. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"

[harborofmyown]

She screams, sticking her hands in the air and sending the communicator flying into the trees at the same time - until she sees Dave and his glowing ammo and screams again, wrapping her arms around her head and huddling down in the snow to a mantra of "Pleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme."

[merlinianblood]

Okay.

Maybe this isn't a trap.

Dave goes wide-eyed at her display, jumping back a little at the first scream and then doing his own macho sort of cowering at the second. OOPS.

"Sorry!" He shakes his hands to displace the plasma and quickly holds them out in a LOOK I MEAN NO HARM sort of way. "Sorry, oh God, didn't mean to scare you-"

Way to go, Stutters. Way to go.