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  1. Uh, I signed on for a six issue deal... I'm still getting paid, right?
  2. "Please, come in," Tease stood aside and motioned for the lovely woman to enter. "Uh, sorry I wasn't expecting company. Dennis didn't mention anyone stopping by." If Tease was concerned, she didn't show it. If the lovely young Amy Taylor was here to accost her, then first, okay, and second, if Mari felt threatened she'd have poor Amy's emotions and mind to warped and wefted the poor girl could spend her whole life in therapy and still not have a clue what periwinkle actually sounded like on the tongue. Amy walked in and like most in an unfamiliar environment took in what she was working with. She'd been here a few times, but still, meeting up with Dennis was one thing, meeting some of the strange people he'd represented in the past... that was another thing entirely. "Yeah, sounds like him. More than likely he convinced himself he'd already called to tell you I was coming while he was on the phone with someone else." They both laughed. "Sounds about right," Tease closed the door and took the last few things she was putting away and set them aside so they'd be out of the way. "Sorry for the mess, still unpacking." "Totally cool, trust me, I get it," Amy chuckled. "Girl, I've been in L.A. for awhile now and I still have boxes hiding in my closet." It wasn't until now that full spectrum of Tease assailed her senses. To Amy Tease became the perfect partner. Her features, cheekbones, eyes, everything became to, Amy's perceptions, exactly what she found aesthetically pleasing. Her scent seemed to be exactly what Amy favored and her voice the perfect pitch and melody that reminded her of her favorite songs. Like Dennis, it wasn't about sexual preference, Tease was just pure artful inspiration that demanded to be acted upon. To be in her presence was to know desire and witness divine beauty in all it's most sensual, primal and passionate facets. In laymen's terms, people wanted to crawl miles over broken glass just to catch a whiff of the perfume she wore. "You, okay?" Tease asked a bit concerned, despite knowing what was happening. Amy shook it off and inhaled. "Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, wow. Dennis said you were 'special', but..." "Yeah, it's a lot to take in the first time, I know," Marissa could almost hear Devin shouting 'that's what she said' in the back her mind and it only made her miss him a little. "On the up side, it does get easier to deal with, once the mind takes it all in. If you feel like you need to sit, by all means. Sometimes the mojo can hit a person pretty hard if they're not ready for it. Do you need a Moana moment?" "Uh, what?" Amy asked with a smile, still trying to shake off Tease's wow factor. "Ok, ok, I see what's happening here." Tease let the words soar on an enchanting melody. "You're face to face with greatness, and it's strange. You don't even know how you feel. It's adorable!" Amy laughed, bouncing a finger up and down. "Okay, okay... I see where you're going with this..." "Open your eyes, let's begin. Yes, it's really me, it's Tease: breathe it in!" She motioned down her body and waved hands about as if allowing her aura to waft about the room. "I know it's a lot: the hair, the bod! When you're staring at a demi-god." Both of the women laughed as the ice was breaking between them. The more Amy realised Tease was just a regular person who had inhereted the mind warping powers of the primal fae, the easier it was to just kick back and be normal. Of course, Tease would never have described her powers as mind warping, she was a facilitator of alternate viewpoints, most noteably hers. "I gotta admit, you're more fun than most of the people Dennis represents. A lot are all snooty and full of themselves." Amy sat in the chair and crossed her legs, preparing to get her sketch pad ready and brainstorm a few ideas. "Oh, I'm those things too," Tease admitted. "Trust me, it's a quirk of the gifts. You'll see it eventually. At the moment, I'm in a good mood, though. The sun is shining, I'm in L.A., the ocean air smells fantastic and I'm feel like I'm in a good place right now. In the insightful words of my brother: 'shit be bangin' yo'. I figure I'll ride this high until the reality of how cut throat and unforgiving this city really is has a chance to sink in." Amy laughed and pulled the front cover of her sketchpad over. Marissa clapped her hands together and sat on the bed, "So, how does this work, what are we doing?"
  3. The view of the Ocean Lodge was amazing, truth be told she thought it was beautiful. Santa Monica wasn't really breaking new ground for her as she'd been here before the family had moved to Montana, but there was something about it that was, like herself, undeniably gorgeous. Sure, it wasn't someplace she wanted to live for any length of time, especially at a hundred and sixty five bucks a night, but she knew it wouldn't be difficult to talk that price down to practically nothing. Currently she was a cliche'. Just another hot girl arriving in Los Angeles (or a few miles south of it) with a couple thousand dollars in her pocket and a dream of making it big. Sure, she probably could have asked Sean to float a several thousand for a loan, and in her infinite saccharine sweetness and desire to please everyone, would have given it to Marissa, despite their differences, but that just wasn't what she wanted to do. She hadn't seen or spoken to any of the Irregulars since the Canada argument and honestly didn't really have any intention too. They were white to her black, positive to her negative. They were all about cheery smiles and making up and being friends while Tease wanted nothing more for them to apologize and recognize her obvious superiority over them, intellectually, socially, and obviously, she was prettier. They climbed the steps, Tease carrying her own luggage with the ease someone might with a single bag of groceries. She did not possess them epic levels of super strength the others did, but since her unlocking she was vastly stronger than a normal human. While she wasn't bench pressing cars, several hundred pounds was easy for her like she had gained the might of professional bodybuilders who'd dedicated their lives to honing themselves... she lifted six hundred pounds like it was nothing more than... well, a suitcase. Dennis twisted the key to the a door on the second floor overlooking the view of the Santa Monica Pier and deftly managed to not drop the suitcase and the carry-on totes he was holding under his arms. It wasn't the finest suite in Santa Monica, but it would do for now, she thought as she looked around the room, despite wanting to set fire to the awful pattern they'd chosen for their bed spread. The ponderance of her thinking about a suite brought her to her next train of thought, something Dennis had said and she felt she needed to address it. As they unloaded their arms into the room Dennis made an off comment about how much luggage she'd brought, again it was cliche' but her mind was elsewhere and all she mustered was a smile and motion towards the bed for him to sit. "Everything alright?" Dennis asked, looking a tad worried. "If it's the view, lemme talk to them and we can get a different room." "Dennis, slow down," he held out her hand towards him, palm first in the universal sign to stop. "Stop, okay? Chill for a second. Sit and listen." He offered a shrug, not really understanding what Tease had in mind or what was eating her at the moment. "What's up?" "What you said out there, 'more in line with what I should have'." Marissa sighed and leaned against the room's computer desk, crossing her arms in a bust enhancing manner that would have brought a tear to Sean's eye. "Look, I know I have a reputation for being this unfeeling, cold-hearted bitch, and I'm not saying it isn't true, or that I don't deserve it, but it does get a little misinterpreted. Dennis I know I'm a lot of 'me, me, me' all the time, but that doesn't mean I don't care about others. Take the Irregulars back home, for example. Can't stand them. Sean is as fake as a botox smile can get, Abel is, well... hardly that, and that ponytail wearing little steroid freak Lily could tumble down dick mountain mouth first for all I care-" "Guessing there's some history there?" Dennis mused, chiming in. "She banged my brother who was dating my best friend, Sean's sister, and... oh Christ it's a long story... look, anyway, my point is," she gestured with one of her arms, trying to get her thoughts back on track. "Despite my differences with them, I still love them. They're my, family I guess. They're heroic, self sacrificing, compassionate people." "So, everything you're not," he chuckled. "Basically." "Basically," she answered without thinking. She caught herself and shook her head. "Wait, no... quit interrupting. I would never tell them, but they are my everything. I went to bonfires with these guys, laughed with them, practiced our cheers with them, played and even discovered first crushes with them. We just walk different paths now, these powers, they, change us. I'm not all New Testament and all heroics and self-sacrifice, but that doesn't mean I'm not good. I am good, I'm just... Lucifer good. Old Testament, you know? I want to help people but I want to punish the wicked with hellfire and brimstone, pain and misery. I don't want to just teach them a lesson and laugh with them at the end of a thirty minute sit-com, I want to ruin them and watch as they ponder throughout the last of their days how one cruel and indecent act cost them everything in their miserable, pathetic life. I'm a little unorthodox in that way. I'm not like Sean and Lily... I don't want peace on Earth through sunshine and smiles, I want lessons to be learned and witnesses to see it happening. Tangible, visible karma." "So, you have brought one massive mountain on your shoulders, and all of Hollywood is Muhammad." Dennis reasoned. "Exactly. If you can't bring Muhammad to the mountain, drop the fucking mountain on Muhammad instead, this is L.A., he's insured, trust me." She smirked wickedly. "That said though, while I love them back home, in my own way, they're not here. You are. So we're in this together, okay? So it's not 'more in line with what I should have', it's 'more in line with what we should have'. So you don't have to coddle me or treat me like it's all about me. Together, we're gonna make this happen." She smiled at him and winked. "It also means if you screw me over, I'm going to obliterate you most heinously." Dennis laughed although he knew that she was quite serious about all of it. "Oh, and here I thought we were bonding. I wanna go one day without you threatening to ruin someone, especially me." "Oh," she got all mock pouty. "Where's the fun in that?" With a quick giggle and smile and bounced up from the desk and took his hand. "Come on, one more trip should do it, we still gotta get all this up here and unpack!"
  4. Uh, yeah, just remember, dweebs, that mine was first. I'll have my people call your people, Nima.
  5. Tease didn't say much else as she pondered what he offered. Ten minutes later she'd asked him to pull over at a roadside diner, yes Montana roads still had a diner here or there, and this one in particular had one of Tease's biggest vices: milkshakes. They sat, or 'leaned comfortably' on the hood of his Corvette while they enjoyed a quick bite before continuing on. Dennis watched her as she wolfed down a triple cheeseburger while other young women her age looked on in abject horror and minor jealousy that she could eat like she did and not worry about calories. "That's just amazing," Dennis said, shaking his head. "As much as you want and you don't gain a pound?" "Kind of," she replied, catching a dab of mustard in the corner of her mouth and licking it off her finger. "See, Sean ran a few tests and my powers aren't like the others. I didn't gain their hyper metabolism or resistance to pathogens or extremes. He thinks it's something to do with my being able to make those same toxins and transmit them through my skin or saliva. So, unlike them, I still need sleep, can't stand a room of mustard gas, or run marathons anytime soon. On the plus side, I can get black out drunk, or high as a kite with the bonus that my liver won't rot or lungs or other organs won't fail on me. We're not sure the science... but I'm not immune to the effects of the stuff, but it can't hurt me if I abuse it." She shrugged, "I don't know." "Wait," Dennis chuckled. "You're poisonous." She offered him a coy, salacious smirk. "Venomous. And, kind of. It's not poison, or just poison. I can replicate pretty much anything from poisons to designer drugs. I could shake your hand and within a few seconds it would be as if you just snorted ten lines in a cheap hotel bathroom. Your heart would probably explode too." "That is so fucked up," he laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah," she nodded. She chewed some more and took a sip of her milkshake. "I didn't get the metabolism, but I did get the appetite. I have no idea where it all goes, but Sean thinks my body breaks it down and transfers it right to my node for energy." She shrugged. "I dunno. What I do have is what she calls 'Appearance Alteration'. It allows me to mentally control my appearance, from the make up I have on, to the color of my hair, its length, boob size, and to some extent, my weight. It's permanent until I change it to something else, or gain a few pounds, but every morning as part of my ritual of getting ready, I adjust my weight and sculpt my muscle tone." "Pardon my asking," he waited a moment to finish his bite from his burger, but rolled his finger like he was going to say something, he just needed a minute. "If you can change all that stuff, why you ain't gone... y'know..." "Bigger?" She asked. "Because that's a man's fantasy. You ever tried running with massive tits? I've found the gravity defying, perfectly firm, comic book style breast shape is more than adequate. So, we came all the way out here to talk about my chest?" "No, no," he shook his head laughing again. "God, no. Like I said, I was just asking. The things you guys can do it's... it's just a head trip is all." "So, about what you said, about being a partner?" Tease crunched up the wrapper of her triple bypass burger and tossed it at a waste basket just a few feet from where she as sitting. She missed and it rolled pretty much back to her, but with a shrug she continued on. "Just so I understand your proposal, you want me to use my powers of manipulation and persuasion coupled with complete mental domination, to bring the entertainment industry to its knees while you and I are sitting in the thrones they're kneeling to?" "Well," he leaned his head from side to side like he was weighing her words. "That's a real immoral, dishonest, and illegal way of putting it. We probably shouldn't ever-" "Because I am totally down for that," Tease replied with more enthusiasm than he'd heard from her since he'd met her. "We can explore those as options, I suppose," his line of thought did a complete one eighty. "But first... what I'm telling you, Marissa-" "Tease," she corrected him. "Fine, Tease. What I'm telling you, Tease, is that we won't have to use those sorts of tactics. I know the people, you have the talent. We could make it." Tease nodded, "Yeah, but what's to stop me from just doing it myself? I mean, it kind of feels like you're just using me." "It's because I am," his honestly hit her like a slap to the face. Dennis was a no bullshit kinda guy and his honesty just never seemed to be at anything but a ten. "I just want the American Dream, Tease, but that's the catch, it's a dream. We are not entitled to be rich, or have power. No one is guaranteed to make it in this world. I've worked very hard, darlin' and I've had my ideas stolen by big producers, I've had talent bought away from me by higher bidders with lower standards for their clients. Am I looking for a little payback? Oh, yeah. We can turn the industry on it's ear. So, you give me a chance to teach you everything there is to know about Hollywood and I will show you the Penthouses and the gutters. The high rollers and the low ballers and most important of all: there is nothing but devils and demons in the City of Angels and they all want a free ride to Heaven." "So, you just thought you'd slip into the Cave of Wonders and steal yourself a lamp," she summed up his explanation with metaphor. He shrugged. "Ali-Baba had his 40 thieves, Scheherazade had her 1,000 tales... I have a Tease. Look, all I'm asking for is a partnership, fifty-fifty down the middle. I'll be your mentor, your guide, your advisor. I'll help you with who to talk to, what deals are legit or worth taking, show you where the money is... if I know it, you'll know it." "Hell of a pitch," the teenage woman said while she smirked and winked at a guy who'd been staring at her for the last ten minutes. "Say I were to consider it, I'd have rules. Like first, when it comes to my abilities or powers, I call the shots. Nobody is charmed, mesmerized, enchanted or otherwise infatuated by my gifts unless I deign it fit to use them." "Fair enough," he nodded. "...and the 'bitch' thing? It's not just an act. We all pay a price for our power, Dennis. My brother's ego and desire for glory shot to titanic levels after he gained his powers. The others, they're all sociopaths or obsessives of some sort. In a nut shell, we're all a little crazy. For me? My competitiveness for popularity and status launched to insane levels. I can't help being a bitch because I learned everything I know about being a female mogul from 'Keeping Up With The Kardashians'. I don't think I'm better than everyone, Dennis, I know I am. I'm convinced that every baseline around me is nothing more than a servant or a fool ready to just do my bidding, because they are. Every time I try to be normal, that attitude and sense of superiority claws and screams at me until I give in. It's not a switch I just flip and be a regular teenager again and still have my powers." She seemed a little sad, like there was a self awareness about the fun, all around great young woman she used to be and the superior, raging bitch she'd become. As the saying went: 'all power has a price'. "You're not... dangerous, are you?" Dennis asked. "Well, yeah... I can coat my lips in cyanide, I'd say I'm dangerous," she mused with a chuckle. "But, no. My attitude doesn't make me dangerous, I won't hurt people or anything, at least not physically. I'm cruel and snobbish, but it mostly pushes people away from me, makes them dislike me." "Yet your powers pull them back to you..." "No, I have to use my powers to pull them back to me, but since I'm using my powers, the things they feel aren't genuine," she sighed. "Always alone, even in a crowd." "Pretty much," she chuckled again. The young man who'd been staring the entire time finally worked up the courage and approached the pair on the Corvette. Tease smiled at him as he walked over and that smile swept away some of the butterflies that swirled in his stomach. To assume Tease was out of his league would have an understatement. "Hi," she greeted him in a flirtatious tone. "Hey." He smiled back, offering her a nod. "I was uh, well, I noticed you and I was wondering if-" She cut him off. "Cool, uh, hey, would you kindly throw that burger wrapper away for me? I completely missed," her voice took an innocent, ditzy tone. "I feel so clumsy." "Y-yeah, no problem," he replied as the dumb smile on his face suddenly seemed plastered there like she was a DC villain who'd infected him with something. He knelt at her feet allowing his eyes to look up at her in abject wonder awe. Everything about her was everything he'd ever want in a woman and no other woman in his life after this day would hold hold a cnadle to her splendor. He scooped up the wrapper and tossed it in the waste bin. "A-anything else? Because I was thinking maybe I could give you my num-" "You can go now." She cut him off flatly and with a rash sense of jaw smacking reality. Uncrossing her legs she slid from her spot on the car, swung the door open and offered the strange guy a wink. "That's all I needed. Oh, and uh," she gave the guy a once over and winced. "Don't take this too harshly, but, if I were you, I'd seriously get used to rejection." Dennis sighed and shook his head as the Corvette sped out of the parking lot and they were on their way again. "You're gonna be a handful, I can already tell." She grinned as her eyes cycled through a series of shimmering and luminous colors from purple to blue to green, each one a thousand times more vibrant than a human eyes was capable of. She finally settled on a sparkling purple, a color she and her brother seemed to fancy. She grinned as she looked into the mirror of the visor. "You have no idea."
  6. "I do." She said flatly, standing in the doorway looking like living medication for ED. She'd just been lounging all day so she didn't bother dressing in anticipation for any adulting. Yoga pants that hugged her skin and a short tee that did little to hide her midriff where a sparkly black gemstone shaped like a heart glimmered at the piecing in her navel. Dennis caught himself staring, and didn't care one bit. It wasn't his fault that whatever powers the young woman acquired made, nay, practically forced, people to stop and oogle for a moment or two. Marissa seemed used to it at this point. He motioned past her. "May I?" "Sure," she said lazily, stepping aside with the door to let him in. "My parent's aren't home if you wanna fool around." "Very funny," he said with an amused smirk as he took in the Jauntsen home. Marissa smirked back as she closed the door. She walked past her guest and he couldn't help but notice that the rear of her yoga pants said 'NSFW' across the cheeks. She collapsed back onto the couch, curling her legs up close while leaning against the arm of the sofa all comfy like. She grabbed her phone and swiped the screen to unlock it. "So, Mr. Carpenter, let me guess. You have a commercial I'd be perfect for... all I have to do is blow the director?" "Wow, aren't you a ray of sunshine," he motioned to the loveseat that was just at a right angle close to Marissa. She offered a dismissive gesture awarding her approval for him to have a seat. The Jauntsen's, despite their obvious problems, kept a very clean home and the home itself was certainly a bit more pricey than most of the others in the Shelby area. "Your home is quite lovely, by the way." "Thanks," she didn't look up from her phone. "Mom and Dad both have pretty decent jobs. Mom teaches and my Dad does like, Forestry or something? Good money in telling people they don't have a license so you're keeping their fish. Who knew, right? Anyway, they both make way over ten bucks an hour, so we're pretty much the richest people in Shelby. Like backwater Kardashians... oh, we also have all our teeth, so the native Montanans practically worship us." "Good to know," he chuckled. "You seem, and I'm just spit balling here, irritated. Did I come at a bad time?" She slapped her phone down on the arm of the sofa. Before Dennis realized what he'd unleashed by rubbing Marissa's particular lamp of neurosis the genie of her crazy side was already out and granting wishes in the form of answers. "You know what? Kinda, yeah. My brother and I get home and drop the big reveal on my parents that their twin children are gods, gods!" She clenched her fist as she emphasized that word, glaring at a silent Drew Carey on the screen, daring him to challenge the appraisal of herself. "And you know what they're reaction is to hearing their daughter has tapped into the very essence of the Primal Wyld and their son can manipulate time and space to exists instantly in any location he pleases is? Do you know what it was?" "Ah," was all he managed to muster. "Of course you don't," she cut him off, talking over his... mumble. "Because you weren't here for the fiasco that was dropping the bomb of reality on my parents, who after being transported to another planet in order to hide from the buttface Titans of Eternity still, for some dumb ass reason don't seem to want to embrace the fact that their children are not normal anymore. Mom went back to work, still comes home, preps dinner, yells at me to pick up my shoes on the stairs. Dad does the same and not once, not, once has either of them posed the simple question of: so what can you do exactly?" "Per-" "Oh, and that doesn't cover my asshole brother who, like always, as soon as him and dad get loud with each other, he decides to just stormed out. Now, however, instead of him running into the garage or up to his room to wank off to Japanese drawings or his one, one," she thrust a single digit in Dennis's face who had to lean back to avoid it. "Picture of that skanktard Lily Pryor, ew, by the way, he fawns over over much, he just pops over to Rome, or South America... thousands of miles away. But can he pop back home to take his loving and adoring sister out to Paris for some shopping and a decent cup of coffee? Oh, heeellllll, no." "May-" "And you know what else? Mom didn't even wash my skirt like I asked her to, so I had the perfect outfit planned today but," she waved her hands down her frame to indicate a cue for a once over. "Here I am, still in my pajamas because she couldn't do one. Simple. Little. Thing. I've had to rearrange my whole day. We're out of mocha K-Cups, I can't find my favorite lip gloss and this day is pretty much completely wasted. UUGGHHH!" She tensed up and clenched her fists and vented her rage. Drew Carey was on the screen and they got a close up of him laughing with one of the contestants. Marissa flipped him off, as if Drew was mocking her pain, and screamed at the TV. "Oh, fuck you Drew!" He waited for a moment to make sure her noise hole has gone into it's recharging mode before confidently adding: "You know it's only eight thirty, right?" The glare she shot him from her narrowed eyes could have melted ice. Still, he pressed on. "Look, I see you are obviously neck deep in what is certainly a landfill sized load of over privileged white girl problems." "Right?" Marissa replied with a victimized mopey tone to her voice. "I am so stressed right now, you don't even know." "Wow. Just, wow." He had no words. "Perhaps, however, I can help cheer you up," he smiled at her. "After all, there is a reason why I've come all this way to see you..."
  7. Tease, Jaunt's sister, Marissa, slowly walked into the room, not wanting to interrupt the conversation that was going on. She did little to hide her grin as her brother reminded the doctor that he and his staff were incapable of doing their jobs given his unique physiology. The echo of her modest heels announced her several steps before she arrived but she stopped not far the doctor, waiting for an opportune time to interject. When the doctor turned to leave, visibly irritated by Jaunt's lack of tact, she didn't waste any time speaking up. “Good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?” “Well as can be expected, I suppose,” he replied to his twin. She could hear it in his voice that he still wasn't at one hundred percent. “What did I miss?” “I don't know. I didn't jive with your friends very well. Abel's a brain raper, Lilly is a self-righteous bitch, a monster bear tried to kill us... that was fun,” her brother chuckled at her absolute disdain for heroics. “And despite my powers not getting us all killed, they decide to inform me that I'm no help help at all and can go home... so fuck them, I did. You're friends are assholes. Not sayin', just sayin'.” “So, basically, you were a four alarm blazing bitch the whole time and Lilly told you to either play nice or kick rocks... so you threw a tantrum and kicked rocks while she drank your loser tears.” Marissa crossed her arms, looking off in every direction but her brother while her red lips tightened. “...no. Look, you were doing god knows what for god knows what reasons, and I knew it wasn't you! I just wanted them to help me find you and bring you home safe... and... well, they're not very good and following my directions. They wanted to do, like, their own thing. It totally got in the way of finding you and I wasn't having it. The prospect of Lily losing her shit and punching me though... I decided at home was the best place for me.” Devin approached his sister and held out his arms. “C'mere.” She hugged him tightly and finally let her self cry the tears of joy she'd been keeping in since she heard he'd woken up. Quietly they held one another in silence as they soaked in the moment of their reunion. “Mmm, your hair smells like berry flavored win-sauce.” She managed half of a laugh and pulled away, wiping her eyes with one finger while her make-up seemed to magically correct itself and go back to being flawlessly applied. “Mom and Dad are home. All we have to do is get you checked out at the nurse's station and you'll-” “Pffft. Yeah, that'll happen.” He laughed as reality around them rippled and bent. With nothing more that a slight ripple and soft breeze of displaced air the siblings were gone.
  8. "We didn't discuss anything, we were going to, but were interrupted by Sean." She pointed out. "Charlie, you're sweet, and I see what you're trying to do, but I'm not an Irregular anymore. I can't keep doing this with people I positively hate and I blame for what happened to my brother. It's like working with the enemy, and all I ever hear is 'we'll look for him soon', or we'll get on that right after this', or 'this is more important'. If it were Lilly's dad that was missing, best bet we'd be looking for him, but no, it's just my brother and they don't don't seem to overly concerned to help me with that, so I'm done. I'll find him on my own, somehow." "It's a club full of empty promises that I simply can't be a part of." The hand on her dislocated shoulder began to spasm and she held it tightly with her still good one. "You'll never actually be one of them Charlie. You'll always be 'the help' while they play the hero. Good luck to you, though." She offered him a warm smile as she waited for Abel to summon his personal gate maker to send her home... to a house where the Irregulars had evacuated her parents to some unknown planet.
  9. "See?" She looked to Sean with a smirk. "People are easy to manipulate. I'm living rent-free in her head, and she's too much of a coward to stand here and listen to anything I have to say. Always turning her back, like what she did to Laurie and Sandy when she was busy fucking my brother. But, oh, watch as she takes the moral high road with everyone else. You want me to take orders from you? From any of you?! Then be people worth taking orders from. Be leaders. You're not. You're pathetic, every fucking last one of you." She looked at Pete, quirking up an eyebrow. "Okay... maybe not the lead singer of the The Cult over here, I can't really judge him yet, considering we just met." "Summon your slave, Abel, and send me home." she waved her hand. "I'll find and help my brother on my own. I don't need any of you. Your P.A.M. suit will at my place, pick it up anytime you like."
  10. Tease listened, holding her arm. Afterwards, instead of some outburst of denial all she could do was chuckle softly and shake her head. "He's going to decimate you, and you're going to deny it the whole time he's doing it. You guys have no idea how screwed we are, you really don't. Devin has always been a 'winner', he's a competitor and he's always looking to 'win'. Whatever you guys did to him," she still held true to the idea that whatever was wrong with Devin was their fault. "he's going for the win, and he'll do anything he can to get that 'gold'." She offered absolutely nothing of value, just a condescending shrug. "Good luck with that. I'm sure you super pros have it all figured out though, so no worries, right? Be sure and keep us plebs posted, yeah?"
  11. Expecting both barrels of an insult gun pointed directly at him, Charlie's waited for the worst to come out of her mouth. "Did you hear her? Seriously? And she knows she can get to me so she taunted the bear... are you fucking kidding? It's a fucking bear, it doen't know any better. How retarded do you have to be to pick a fight with a fucking bear when you know it can't hurt you. And that's the only reason she does it. She knows no one can hurt her so she dares everyone to try. So easy to be the bad ass when you know you'll always win." Surprisingly all her venom was directed at Lilly. Charlie breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Charlie, there is no way to explain anything to these guys, they're morons. I give up. I'm so done trying to be a part of this circus. I'm just going to sit back and watch this freak show unfold and I guaran-damn-tee you that my brother is going to decimate them. And they're gonna deserve it." She looked at Beartholomew and smiled. It was genuine and Charlie could actually remember ever seeing her smile. It was like she was honestly and truly never happy. "I don't know about really like. I don't know... I've never seen a real bear, let alone pet one... it's just..." she shrugged and for a moment her expression said 'I'm just a regular eighteen year old'. "I don't know... kinda cool. He's not too hurt though, I don't think. He seems to be alright." With the mention of Apollo Tease's face turned more terse. She stood up, wincing painfully as her dislocated arm shifted. Her pride was legendary it seemed, more than willing to sit there in pain then have any of the others come near her, let alone touch her. "Wait, yeah. And Apollo is a god. So if he can do it, then it stands to reason that only another god could... maybe using the power on mammals has a different effect than on insects. Charlie, mammals have higher brain functions that insects and fish don't, that might be why they're going all haywire." Her face grew sullen and she winched with grief. "Ugh, shit." "What?" He asked. "If we tell them," she motioned to the Irregulars. "They're going to find some way to fuck it up. Maybe we should follow this lead on our own." She knew some of the others had super hearing, she just didn't care.
  12. "While I appreciate the offer," she said to Lilly, with about as much venom as a single phrase could hold. Lilly was astonished she managed to cram that much 'go fuck yourself' into so few words with just tone and inflection. "But this gaggle of fools is about as incompetent as they come. I'll be damned if I'll let any of you anywhere near me. It's probably best if a medical professional tends to it, considering you fools got it this way to begin with." The bear rolled up and shocked them all, roaring and standing (as best it could) in defense of its 'Queen'. "Woah, woah, big guy," Tease shirked back a bit, scared as hell as the awakened bear rolled back up and began roaring in her defense. "No, no... they aren't harming me." Tease didn't like bears. Or nature. Mostly because nature generally meant no wifi or zero bars on her phone, but it was also because nature was dirty. There was mud and dirt, and bugs and... well, anyway, nature sucked. Tease didn't like people either. Mostly for all the reasons standing around her. The more they spoke the more she was convinced that her brother was going to absolutely obliterate them. At this point, she almost considered it a mercy to the world. She had resigned herself that there was no point arguing with these people, they were either insane, crazy, ignorant, not in the reality as her or... possibly a little bit of everything. Despite her train of thought, and he absolute disdain for anything 'nature', there was something about the bear that made her not discount it out it out of hand. Animals weren't really her thing, and when there is a 1,200lb bear not a few inches by you hollering up a storm, most people would have crapped themselves and started running (well, not the Irregulars... they were so cool that they didn't consider how majestic and dangerous mundane creatures were any more), but Tease... she just couldn't help but look at it and simply not be afraid. If she'd ever considered connecting with nature before, starting with an angry, confused, and probably hungry, grizzly bear was no where near the top of her list. Yet she reached out to it anyway. Her hand touched the soft fur atop its snout and it, in a friendly gesture pushed its head closer toward her. Her eyes reflected a warmth and tenderness none of them thought possible from the ice queen that was Tease. Reflected in her eyes was a the awe and majesty one might find in a child's eyes when they meet Micky Mouse or sit on Santa's lap for the first time. Here, under her hand, was one of natures most powerful wardens, and it was soft. It was kind. It was almost magical the way such a strong, powerful beast could be so gentle, kind and nurturing. She was going to grind Lilly's ass to dust, but forgot what scathing insult she was going to fling her way. Jeane was a lost cause, and Sean was cracking jokes about almost being cut in half... she found it best to left the children play in their own ignorance for awhile. It hurt her to see such smart people be so foolish. "C'mon, big guy," she walked away from them, the magic having left her eyes to replaced with something that honestly and sorrowful. "At least someone here has my back." "So," she asked the bear. Still not believing she was actually talking to a fricking bear. "Are you... y'know... okay? I mean, do you even understand anything that's going on? I know I'm asking a lot of questions and I'm sorry, but so far, you're the smartest guy I've talked to all day. Plus, you're really soft, so that's pretty cool... I haven't known any bears before... is there, like... stuff you guys do for fun or... what?" There was a long pause then finally she touched the side of her head. "Did I really have long ears? Be honest, did they look tacky?"
  13. "Last realm I walked?" Tease asked softly as the green glow faded from her eyes. "What? What do you know!?" Then in ran Jeane, "No, wait!" She help out her hand in a vain attempt to stop what was about to transpire. The beast knew something, it told her something she didn't expect and understood even less. Then came the megaton release of more quantum energy than she was prepared for, even with the warning. She was blasted backwards and tossed end over end before slamming into a tree. She cried out in pain as she felt a stabbing pain jolt through her shoulder and down her arm. She tumbled through the snow and earth, stopping several hundred feet away from the bear. Sean was just finishing up praising the coward when the fae empowered Tease approached the team, staggering and clutching her left shoulder as it hung limp, dislocated no doubt. Her face was marred with dirt and grime as well as a few scrapes and bruises, there were muddy streaks on her cheeks where her tears from the pain had washed away the stuck earth on her perfect features. Her hood has fallen from her head, her hair was in shambles and as she slowly limped forward the more perceptive of the group could see her long pointed ears slowly shrink back down to their normal size. "You don't get to leave yet," Tease hissed to Jeane. "You were supposed to be my partner, you were supposed to get my back," she gripped Jeane by the bicep and her about, wincing and grunting under the pain. "So before you go, in front of them, and especially me, look me in the eyes and tell me why you ran away and left me to die."
  14. "I do not try," she said in that otherworldly imperious tone as her eyes flashed with that greenish glow again. Her voice overlapped like she was possessed by something from somewhere else. She whipped her head about to face Lilly and she almost seemed like she wasn't Tease anymore while this strange energy coursed through her. She motioned to Lilly, the others, then herself. "You try. They try. I do." If they thought Tease was a handful before, whatever aspect of her powers that a hold of her at the moment... apparently this bitch was ten times worse, and, under her hood... were her ears tapered? She faced the great bear. "Great Beast, hear me. I have told you we mean not to harm you. This one," she motioned to Lilly. "Would approach you. Allow her to do so under the word I have given. If she is foolish to violate my decree, grant her a death swift and deserving of the warrior she claims to be." It was so weird listening to her talk that way... but she didn't seem to be doing it purposefully, it was like the words were just 'flowing'. She turned to Lilly, pointing back to the bear. "Go. I offer no promises given its tortured state, but you are but a place holder. Your loss effects nothing in the larger scheme."
  15. "Marissa," she replied to the undisputed Lord of the Forrest. Her tone was still imperious, but also compassionate. As the quantum energy flared and surged, she raised her hands and held them out at he sides, as to not threaten the beast, and began walking towards it. "I know you're scared, I can feel it. The hunger, is it the energy you need? Does us using our abilities make you hungry? Will it ease some or all of your suffering? We can help you. I was scared too, all these new things going on around me, I was so, so scared..." She softly 'shhed' as she continued to walk forward, sure it was a long ways away, but the thing was massive, hearing it 'speak' was hardly problematic. "Trust us. Calm down, and tell me. Tell me what is wrong? What hurts?" From around her, as the petals wafted away on a stray breeze a soft green mist formed around her it swirled at her feed and crawled up her thighs and spiraled around arm. She held it out to the massive beast and blew into her palm, sending the misty vapor towards it. She had no idea of she was making the right call, but like the bear in the bathroom said... come to think of it, she never actually let the poor guy talk... oh well, she was pretty sure it would have said to try this and see how it went. "Breathe deep, friend Bear. This will hopefully sate your hunger, calm yourself and relax." If not, we're all screwed... she thought to herself.
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