Castles? Never not awesome. Europe? She'd always wanted to go. Magic? Oh, please, there was no way on earth that Violet wasn't going to check this out
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"That's the plan," she said, grinning because really that was the opposite of what she would do. "I have a few more years of domestic toil and drudgery first, though."
'Believe me, they go by fast,' says Maia silkily. 'Because you're so fixated on being a hero? Let me tell you, kid, death's a good friend to heroes. What'll your brothers do if, oh, I don't know...you die?'
...Violet might have thought that the question seemed needlessly morbid, and the phrasing of it definitely was, if it weren't for the whole exploding plane, plane falling on them, Omnidroid falling on them, et cetera thing. Everyone in the Parr family had nearly died at least once.
"They'd be all right," she said quickly. "Mom and dad look after them too, they're just kind of busy." Saving the world was a full-time job.
Zel couldn't help smiling. I wish I'd had a sister like this. I probably needed one. "I think the Ravenclaw thing's probably true for just about every kind of work. I certainly can't think of another explanation for why I kept getting dragged into quests back home."
Violet smiled back, only her smile was admiring, because if that was makeup or a mask he was wearing then it was frankly brilliant. "What kind of quests?" she asked, interested.
Zel shrugged. "Oh, you know, the kind they tell stories about. Go save the world from a demon lord or whatever. Only they don't tell you that the quote-unquote 'heroic leader' is completely nuts." He held out a stony hand. "Zelgadiss Graywords. Call me Zel, it's easier to remember."
"Sounds like something you should be talking to my parents about," Violet grinned. It was unsubtle like woah, but if Zel wasn't a super she would buy a hat for the purpose of eating it, and people here seemed to be more open than usual anyway. "Only less with the demon lord and more with the mad scientists and giant robots."
She shook his hand, looking down in surprise at the strange texture of it. "Violet Parr. Or Vi, or whatever," she smiled. "What's your power? If you don't mind saying?" Some kind of superstrength? Animating stone?
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More teenagers, more teenagers, pick me, pick me! I need friends!
"Totally for the plastic-wrapped cheese," I agreed with a vigorous nod, fist to the air in agreement. "UGH, it's so gross. And yet, awesome. Particularly on the cheeseburgers and such." This probably wasn't the best entry ever. Time to switch strategies. I gave a lopsided grin, holding out my hand to shake instead. "Hey, I'm Veronica."
((BEST MOVIE EVAR! :D I was surprised no-one had apped from it before. Also, reposted for HTML *shifty eyes*))
"I'm Violet Parr," she answered, shaking Veronica's hand with a matching grin. "I know, you totally don't want it while you're eating it, and then when it's gone you want more." Hey, she was happy to discuss cheese. It was such a refreshingly mundane topic.
(( Oh, man, definitely XDD And now my brain is trying to invent all of the possible characters I could be from that movie and... I need to stop >>; *shakes fist at you* ))
Violet and Veronica. Weird little ring to it. Or... not, and I'm just a geek who's speculating over the letter 'V' in my head. "It's better than that watery stuff you get at the deli. You know. The kind that melts too soon before you can finish cooking your cheeseburger? GOD, I hate that."
Sylar had a few, long, contemplative moments, watching Violet with the kind of riveted curiosity that a lion would treat a gazelle. Already, he could see those cogs ticking away in her head, something in there... different. Something, but what? She had an ability. He could practically smell it. Just a
...Wait.
Something else, something automatically distracting him. Her watch. It was... By the time Sylar had walked up, before he could even greet himself, he was pausing, gaze flickering downward towards the watch. There. He could see it already. And his eyes jumped open with a weird kind of interest. "I can fix it," he blurted, glancing up to Violet.
Violet, blissfully unaware of Sylar's inner monologue, looked up at him in surprise. It wasn't an unwelcome offer, but it was the last thing she'd been expecting to have said to her.
"Really?" she asked, covering up the surprise with a smile. "Oh-- cool, thanks!" She held up the watch for him to take, adding: "Um, my name's Violet. Violet Parr."
Sylar automatically grabbed at the watch, looking it over and holding the thing up to his ear for a few long seconds. "Oh, I'm G--" ...What? Another beat, and he furrowed his eyebrows, somewhere between confusion and anger. "Sylar," he finally decided on, firmly, blinking away the halfway-surprised look in his expression. "I'm... Sylar." God, what the hell.
With a long, hard stare fixed onto Violet, he tilted his head at her, watch still pressed to his ear. "Violet," he murmured. "What a pretty name." Every tick the watch didn't give was almost an ache, somewhere, and he flinched then, removing the watch from his ear and glancing down to the thing. "The escape wheel is jammed," he offered her instead, thumb running easily over the watch face. "It's a relatively simple problem to fix, don't worry. I have... I have tools. In my room. I could... fix it for you?"
O...kay? Was that a false name or something? A nickname? Had he changed his name? She'd caught the expression, but she was at a complete loss as to what to make of it. She met his stare uncertainly, her smile shifting until it was small and nervous. She tried to amp it up a bit more in response to his compliment, trying not to find it just that tiny bit creepy. Well, she wasn't about to start antagonising the guy who was doing her a favour.
"How'd you...?" Actually, for all she knew about watches, that might be something you could tell just by listening. (Or else, well, this was supposed to be a magic school.) She settled for a quiet, impressed: "That's really good," and a more genuine smile.
"That'd be-- I mean, if you don't mind," she said. "Um-- thanks. Um, is that your job?" She'd assumed he was a teacher.
((I was totally considering apping Violet! Damn you. =P Guess I'll have to ponder another Parr now!))
"I love your hair," said Lola admiringly and gave Violet a sunny smile. Lola always had a compliment for awesome hair! Or clothes, or shoes, or accessories. You know. Awesome stuff in general.
When Violet talked about her brothers, Lola felt a brief stab of longing. She'd had five brothers back home (home-home, not the Heavenly City) to fight with, ages and ages ago, before she'd died. She still missed them occasionally, when she was reminded of them. Dying sort of... dulled the pain a bit, made it hurt less. Lola guessed it was more practical that way. Angels generally had enough things to worry about to focus on their family members. ...Um, unless you were Brice, of course.
Lola shook out her hair a bit, to make herself stop thinking about her brothers, and focused on Violet and the application instead. "I'm Lola," she said companionably. "Hey, if you're hungry, I can get some House-elves in to bring you a snack."
((Muahaha. Oh, but do! Let's fill the castle with Parrs! :D))
"Thanks," said Violet, surprised but smiling at the compliment. "Yours is gorgeous," she added, with feeling. It was wavy! Violet had been trying to get her hair to wave like that for ages.
"I'm Violet. And a snack would put me forever in your debt," she grinned, as her stomach growled in agreement. "Do they have any potato chips?" Instant gratification in fried form!
She was assuming 'House-elves' was a nickname until further notice.
"Do they have potato chips..." Lola sighed. Oh, Violet, so young and fresh in this place... "Trust me, babe, they have potato chips," she assured her with a serious nod. "They have pretty much everything around here." Unfortunately they did not have Lola's grandmother's recipe for hot chocolate, which was the best ever, but she made very sure that she always had a supply of it. Just for emergencies, like.
Lola grinned widely and stopped a passing House-elf, which peered up at her with large, mud-coloured eyes. "Sorry, hi, could we get some potato chips, please? And I could really go for a strawberry milkshake, if you've got the time." Lola paused, peering over at Violet. "You want anything else, Vi? Something to drink?"
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'Believe me, they go by fast,' says Maia silkily. 'Because you're so fixated on being a hero? Let me tell you, kid, death's a good friend to heroes. What'll your brothers do if, oh, I don't know...you die?'
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"They'd be all right," she said quickly. "Mom and dad look after them too, they're just kind of busy." Saving the world was a full-time job.
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She shook his hand, looking down in surprise at the strange texture of it. "Violet Parr. Or Vi, or whatever," she smiled. "What's your power? If you don't mind saying?" Some kind of superstrength? Animating stone?
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More teenagers, more teenagers, pick me, pick me! I need friends!
"Totally for the plastic-wrapped cheese," I agreed with a vigorous nod, fist to the air in agreement. "UGH, it's so gross. And yet, awesome. Particularly on the cheeseburgers and such." This probably wasn't the best entry ever. Time to switch strategies. I gave a lopsided grin, holding out my hand to shake instead. "Hey, I'm Veronica."
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"I'm Violet Parr," she answered, shaking Veronica's hand with a matching grin. "I know, you totally don't want it while you're eating it, and then when it's gone you want more." Hey, she was happy to discuss cheese. It was such a refreshingly mundane topic.
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Violet and Veronica. Weird little ring to it. Or... not, and I'm just a geek who's speculating over the letter 'V' in my head. "It's better than that watery stuff you get at the deli. You know. The kind that melts too soon before you can finish cooking your cheeseburger? GOD, I hate that."
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"Oh, I'm with you on that one. Or that stuff with the blue veins -- who eats that stuff? It smells like it's been dead for a year."
Violet and Veronica, Cheese Crusaders! It should have its own show.
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Sylar had a few, long, contemplative moments, watching Violet with the kind of riveted curiosity that a lion would treat a gazelle. Already, he could see those cogs ticking away in her head, something in there... different. Something, but what? She had an ability. He could practically smell it. Just a
...Wait.
Something else, something automatically distracting him. Her watch. It was... By the time Sylar had walked up, before he could even greet himself, he was pausing, gaze flickering downward towards the watch. There. He could see it already. And his eyes jumped open with a weird kind of interest. "I can fix it," he blurted, glancing up to Violet.
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"Really?" she asked, covering up the surprise with a smile. "Oh-- cool, thanks!" She held up the watch for him to take, adding: "Um, my name's Violet. Violet Parr."
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With a long, hard stare fixed onto Violet, he tilted his head at her, watch still pressed to his ear. "Violet," he murmured. "What a pretty name." Every tick the watch didn't give was almost an ache, somewhere, and he flinched then, removing the watch from his ear and glancing down to the thing. "The escape wheel is jammed," he offered her instead, thumb running easily over the watch face. "It's a relatively simple problem to fix, don't worry. I have... I have tools. In my room. I could... fix it for you?"
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"How'd you...?" Actually, for all she knew about watches, that might be something you could tell just by listening. (Or else, well, this was supposed to be a magic school.) She settled for a quiet, impressed: "That's really good," and a more genuine smile.
"That'd be-- I mean, if you don't mind," she said. "Um-- thanks. Um, is that your job?" She'd assumed he was a teacher.
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"I love your hair," said Lola admiringly and gave Violet a sunny smile. Lola always had a compliment for awesome hair! Or clothes, or shoes, or accessories. You know. Awesome stuff in general.
When Violet talked about her brothers, Lola felt a brief stab of longing. She'd had five brothers back home (home-home, not the Heavenly City) to fight with, ages and ages ago, before she'd died. She still missed them occasionally, when she was reminded of them. Dying sort of... dulled the pain a bit, made it hurt less. Lola guessed it was more practical that way. Angels generally had enough things to worry about to focus on their family members. ...Um, unless you were Brice, of course.
Lola shook out her hair a bit, to make herself stop thinking about her brothers, and focused on Violet and the application instead. "I'm Lola," she said companionably. "Hey, if you're hungry, I can get some House-elves in to bring you a snack."
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"Thanks," said Violet, surprised but smiling at the compliment. "Yours is gorgeous," she added, with feeling. It was wavy! Violet had been trying to get her hair to wave like that for ages.
"I'm Violet. And a snack would put me forever in your debt," she grinned, as her stomach growled in agreement. "Do they have any potato chips?" Instant gratification in fried form!
She was assuming 'House-elves' was a nickname until further notice.
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"Do they have potato chips..." Lola sighed. Oh, Violet, so young and fresh in this place... "Trust me, babe, they have potato chips," she assured her with a serious nod. "They have pretty much everything around here." Unfortunately they did not have Lola's grandmother's recipe for hot chocolate, which was the best ever, but she made very sure that she always had a supply of it. Just for emergencies, like.
Lola grinned widely and stopped a passing House-elf, which peered up at her with large, mud-coloured eyes. "Sorry, hi, could we get some potato chips, please? And I could really go for a strawberry milkshake, if you've got the time." Lola paused, peering over at Violet. "You want anything else, Vi? Something to drink?"
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What was that?
...Oh. 'House elf': not just a nickname.
"I-- um, can I have a milkshake too?" she said, trying hard and failing to not stare at the house-elf. "A chocolate one?"
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