I don't have very much to do this afternoon, I suppose. Where ought I to look for you? I can't say I have a preference. The Ravenclaw bar is stuffy and the Slytherin bar is silly. And the thing in Hufflepuff is called a 'foodlibraries' now, which is just embarrassing. Pick whichever and I'll stop by.
in the Little Green ApplemissprimaveraOctober 4 2009, 21:21:25 UTC
Late in the afternoon, Primavera finally showed. She looked exactly the same as when she'd met Keenan in his Sorting, with two exceptions: this time the non-regulation leggings under her school uniform were striped purple and black, rather than black and white; and this time she'd pinned an odd ornament to the breast of her jacket, an emerald-encrusted pentacle. In every other respect, she might easily have spent the time between the Sorting and the present hour waiting, quiescent, on a shelf.
"Cuba Libre," she said, by way of greeting. "What people with affectations call a rum-and-coke, isn't it? What's the difference between a good one and a bad one?" But her smile was ... well, not too hostile ... and she slid onto the seat beside Keenan's. The house elf behind the bar did not seem too happy to see her, and took its time filling her order for an Event Horizon. "I know you know what that is," Primavera groused at the elf, "because I've told you. Anyway I think it was you."
Re: in the Little Green Appleweaponized_loveOctober 4 2009, 21:46:58 UTC
"A rum and coke with lime juice," Keenan said. "In a bad one, they fuck up the proportions of rum to coke to lime. And yeah, I remember what an Event Horizon is."
He sips his Cuba Libre. "So... the ANIMa, and the manifested weapons of same. Call them Metastable Resonance Factors or Psycho-Structural Integrity Ratings, or call them Power and Toughness for all I care... the things ran off of intimacy and trust."
He looks at you. "And... I'm still trying to wrap my head round that. A lot of things I did with and or to my friends and lovers... well, they didn't... do what I thought they would. And given what you know... I think you could help me figure it out. And figure myself out a little more."
Re: in the Little Green ApplemissprimaveraOctober 4 2009, 22:10:58 UTC
"Oh." Primavera's fingertips fluttered to her mouth in the classic pantomime of surprise. A doll's gestures could be overly stylized, overdone. "I didn't mean you," to Keenan, "I meant him," jabbing a thumb at the house elf, who either didn't hear or was pretending not to hear. "They don't like me because my old roommate used to, mm, do naughty things to the elves. Not fun-naughty, icky-naughty." She shrugged. "That was two popcornings ago, but try telling that to them."
Nonetheless, she did get her alcoholic milkshake, albeit not in record time. With the red-and-white-striped straw the house elf bartender provided, Primavera poked at the contents of her glass. "It's not what I know," she said thoughtfully, "it's what I am. What all Lilim are. But ... maybe it's familiar. Yes. Only not the part about trust." She sighed. Poor Iggy. Poor Primavera. "Your weapons are made of emotion, that's what you were saying, right? Something like that?"
Re: in the Little Green Appleweaponized_loveOctober 4 2009, 22:28:40 UTC
"Mmmmn... yeah, mostly. Dream imagery, powered by emotion, fashioned into stabby, burny, and blammy things looking something like a giant robot. If you always dream of a pheonix when you dream of one girl? You can use it to turn it into a flamethrower. The, ah, hotter the relationship the hotter the flame?"
He smiled, then frowned. "Where trust comes in is how reliable and durable they are. The grenades I made out of my rivalry with Josh are a bitch to aim and the fuse tends to be off by around a second in a random direction. This being because we hated each other, and he didn't trust me further than he could throw me. Didn't appreciate my being a quote "two-timing bastard" unquote in general, and hitting on his favorite girl in particular. Catch my drift?"
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I don't have very much to do this afternoon, I suppose. Where ought I to look for you? I can't say I have a preference. The Ravenclaw bar is stuffy and the Slytherin bar is silly. And the thing in Hufflepuff is called a 'foodlibraries' now, which is just embarrassing. Pick whichever and I'll stop by.
What house did you get Sorted into, anyway?
xoxo
Primavera
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The Little Green Apple looks like a nice place to be - company, Cuba Libres, what don't suck, stuff like that.
Sorted into Gryffindor, on the grounds of my evident levels of randy and suicidal courage. ;D Speaking with the other Gryffs, yeah, I think it fits.
- KC
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"Cuba Libre," she said, by way of greeting. "What people with affectations call a rum-and-coke, isn't it? What's the difference between a good one and a bad one?" But her smile was ... well, not too hostile ... and she slid onto the seat beside Keenan's. The house elf behind the bar did not seem too happy to see her, and took its time filling her order for an Event Horizon. "I know you know what that is," Primavera groused at the elf, "because I've told you. Anyway I think it was you."
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He sips his Cuba Libre. "So... the ANIMa, and the manifested weapons of same. Call them Metastable Resonance Factors or Psycho-Structural Integrity Ratings, or call them Power and Toughness for all I care... the things ran off of intimacy and trust."
He looks at you. "And... I'm still trying to wrap my head round that. A lot of things I did with and or to my friends and lovers... well, they didn't... do what I thought they would. And given what you know... I think you could help me figure it out. And figure myself out a little more."
He sighs. "You know?"
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Nonetheless, she did get her alcoholic milkshake, albeit not in record time. With the red-and-white-striped straw the house elf bartender provided, Primavera poked at the contents of her glass. "It's not what I know," she said thoughtfully, "it's what I am. What all Lilim are. But ... maybe it's familiar. Yes. Only not the part about trust." She sighed. Poor Iggy. Poor Primavera. "Your weapons are made of emotion, that's what you were saying, right? Something like that?"
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He smiled, then frowned. "Where trust comes in is how reliable and durable they are. The grenades I made out of my rivalry with Josh are a bitch to aim and the fuse tends to be off by around a second in a random direction. This being because we hated each other, and he didn't trust me further than he could throw me. Didn't appreciate my being a quote "two-timing bastard" unquote in general, and hitting on his favorite girl in particular. Catch my drift?"
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