Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 13:17:23 GMT -5
So...Aidan's place, right? She looked around and nodded thoughtfully. He was off at the big teacher/parent teacher conference. It was definitely time for a house party. She sat at her lap top and began to type till her fingers bleed composing the announcements to all the people she had met down at the docks. A real BYOB affair.
Then she slumped back on the couch, her finger hovering over the enter/send button and hit delete instead.
Frustrations coursed through her form in the worst way. This new life. Yes, it was gaining her skills but it was killing her soul. She needed to cut loose. To live! She shut the lid on her lap top and stowed it away in her shoulder bag. There were less destructive ways to take care of her itch though. She would just have to figure out what would not tick Aidan off to the point he would stop teaching her. She wasn't 12 years old anymore. So cutting her nose off to spite her face just wasn't a viable option any longer.
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Nov 30, 2016 13:43:32 GMT -5
Fáelán took each of the steps one at a time as he still hadnt fully woken up yet and didnt have full control of his balance. He stifled a yawn as he reached the bottom, glancing at the coat rack. Aodhs coat wasnt there? It wasnt patrol time was it? His brain started to wake up and work and he remembered, Aidan had some school thing to attend tonight. His cousin said he was going to be late, so Fáelán would have to find his own amusement.
He stretched as his body woke up a bit more. The injury on his shoulder twinged slightly as it hadnt completely healed just yet but was almost done. Fáelán started to rub his shoulder as he walked into the main room. "Oh, Cally. Hi. What are you doing in here? Aren't you usually in the training room?" the man continued through the room into the kitchen, not waiting for a response. He opened the fridge and glanced at its contents, "Tcht. What do i want? Aha" Fáelán reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. As he went to shut the door he paused, "Yo, you want a beer lass?" he called through to Cally.
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 13:57:07 GMT -5
She looked up, raising her head from the back of the couch where she had slummed in despair, and raised her hand up in the air behind her. "Hey Fáelán. Normally, but not tonight. I am on strike." She huffed and kicked her feet out of the Chucks and just left them under the coffee table. She rolled her head to look into the kitchen when he offered her a brew. "Sure...why not? I could use a good stiff drink. But a beer will do fine." Come to think of it, she hadn't had a beer since Berlin. No wonder she was in such a funk.
Being in couch potato mode, she didn't get up to get her own, but just waited for Fáelán to bring her one. The two men, cousins it was true, could not have been more different than if they had tried. She had run into the red head just recently while out on patrol and was glad this mood hadn't descended upon her then, for she might well have just stayed shut up in her rented room. Finding the man injured, then learning who he was...well it had been shocking but only served to reinforce her belief in the Fates. She really hadn't spent a ton of time with him though, not wishing to intrude on family and giving him time to heal. So yes, when she came over she had spent an awful lot of time in the basement training. Her ability to form the Heilig Pfeil was much better now, but she still preferred her double bladed projectiles, from familiarity if nothing else.
Since she had sent the weekend here, she had returned home and so was no longer restricted in her choice of attire. Tonight she had on a pair of blue jeans with a green T-shirt with Midna riding on the back of a wolven Link. Online shopping was the best. She had finally managed to find a pair of socks that looked like shark eating her feet. So life was not all bad. One of her major goals in life had finally been achieved. "How's your arm tonight Fáelán?"
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Nov 30, 2016 14:35:41 GMT -5
After hearing the response Fáelán grabbed another beer from the fridge and shut the door. "Strike? Why?" He shuffled back into the room still not entirely wake yet, he tipped one of the bottles upside down and lined the lids of the two up, then with one swift motion twisted the bottle the right way up popping the caps off the tops. He dropped the caps into the bin and handed one of the bottles to Cally.
"Its almost healed. The injury is gone but the muscles still twinge every so often." He stepped past the woman and dropped on the sofa next to her, careful not to spilll their drinks. "Nice socks" He took a swig from his beer, "Oh, You didn't want a glass did you?" The man didn't wait for an actul reply, "No? Good." He smiled slightly and turned to face the blank TV in front of them. "I'm not a fan of this show, you watching it?" Fáelán shuffled around abit looking for the remote to the TV. After a short and fruitless search, he turned and looked at the Woman next to him. He squinted his eyes slightly and looked down to the cusion she was sitting on and then back up to her eyes, "Are you sat on the remote?"
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 15:17:25 GMT -5
She reached out with her left hand to take the cold bottle of beer, noting that his arm must be healing in order to pull that kind of motion with it. "Thanks. I am glad that you didn't need surgery or anything." Maybe the Quincy had healing spells they could use, she mentally corrected herself to supply the proper word, Gintō. Or maybe he had used some version of Blut to lessen the damage in the first place. Regardless, it didn't seemed like he would be permanently damaged. For an archer to take a shoulder wound like that, well she could imagine feeling quite anxious after such an event.
She tipped up her bottle to take a sip, shaking her head in the negative after he asked if she wished to have a glass. He seemed resilient as well. No lasting trauma to his spirits, nothing obvious that he was showing. that was only to be expected, he was considerably older than her and presumably raised to the Quincy way of life. No doubt he had been in numerous similar situations.
His attempt at humor made her snort. Yes, the man was less formal than his cousin. What must it have been like, though, growing up as heir to such a clan? She didn't like to think what it would take to still the need for laughter inside a person. Then she recalled, Aidan could laugh just as loudly as the next person when something tickled his fancy hard enough. He seemed to delight in her humiliation, for one thing. She doubted she could ever listen to The Police again without her cheeks reddening.
"Ah, didn't you know? Aidan sleeps with the remote. He has this control issue you know. Afraid I will run up his pay per view account. I am sure that if you root around up stairs you can find it." Total bull on her part, but she didn't crack a smile the whole time she fed it to him either. She would tuck her legs beneath her on the couch to sit crossed legged, and rest her left arm over the side of the couch while she cradled her beer. "Watch for boobie-traps. You never know what he might have rigged up there."
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Nov 30, 2016 16:09:32 GMT -5
"Sleeps with the remote does he?" Fáelán raised an eyebrow at this comment. He didnt believe a word of it but figured hed play along for now. It had been a while since he'd had some real fun. "Well, I guess I'll go find it." The man got up, took a swig from the bottle before placing it on the table in front of them before walking off to the stairs. He took two steps then leant back and poked his head back to look at Cally on the sofa, "Which side of the bed is yours? I assume he wont keep it on that side."
With a big smirk on his face, he quickly bounded up the stairs as to avoid any repercusions of his comment. He stomped his feet around a bit to make it sound like he was looking around upstairs. After a couple of minutes, the man smiled 'That's enough of that, I reckon' and then used his hirenkyaku to flicker in front of the sofa and picked up his beer, "Couldnt see it anywhere. You sure you dont have it?"
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 16:56:22 GMT -5
She snickered quietly to herself, raising the bottle to her mouth to take a sip of the beer, then nearly choked as he insinuated that she was sleeping with his cousin. She jerked her head around but the weasel had chickened out and run up stairs to escape a well deserved thrashing. Well, two could play at that game. By the time he came back downstairs, she was standing in front of the coffee table zipping her trousers back up. He could just see how he liked drinking her piss.
Served him right. What kind of an Irishman was fool enough to leave his beer unattended before someone he had just insulted? Clearly a green horn of the ripest rank.
"Nope. Just checked up my butt to make sure I hadn't sat on it like you suggested. All clear." She moved to wipe her hands on his shirt with the nastiest of grins on her face. She raised her beer in the air to salute him. "Guess you will just have to walk across the floor and turn it on the old fashioned way."
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Nov 30, 2016 18:05:38 GMT -5
Falen raised his beer, but stopped at the thought of her having to physically check to see if she had the remote, 'Surely she'd have known if it was there or not. What does she do that means...' He stopped that train of thought quickly, 'No. Behave.' He let out a sigh as he put his beer back down, "I suppose you're right" He walked around to the TV slowly, making each step seem like a struggle. "Urggh, this is so hard." He reached the TV, he fondled around the edge to find the power button. Once he located the button he pressed it and waited for the screen to come so he could change the channel if he needed to.
As he waited an idea hit him, and he flickered into the kitchen. A moment later he stepped back into the main room with several beers in each hand. As he placed the bottles on the table he twitched his fingured slightly and a pale blue glow appeared around all the caps. He turned and smiled at the woman, "Let's make a night of it" With this he flicked his wrist slightly and all the caps of the bottles popped of at the same time. He picked one up and tapped it against hers, "To an entertaining night". He took a deep swig from the bottle as he stepped past her and dropped into the sofa, completely forgetting about the TV.
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 19:05:31 GMT -5
She laughed watching him play old man as he went to turn on the TV. She actually was not a fan of public television, but she supposed she could stand viewing it for a little while. But when he came back with several beers and opened them all, she had to laugh. "There are just going to get warm you know. I hope you have a hefty thirst, I will have trouble finishing this one." No way was she going to sample one of those, though now that she looked at them she could tell the one he had drunk from , it was still just a little less than the fresh beer. Fortunately she still had hers in her hand.
Ever a patient thing, when it came to pulling a prank, she settled back onto the couch, and propped her shark feet on the table. She took a sip of her beer and then turned to him to ask, "So, got any deep dark secrets about Aidan you feel like sharing?" Fáelán seemed like the sort who would indulge in a bit of gossip if it was at the expense of his cousin. But she figured he had enough sense not to tell anything serious on him. There were secrets, and then there were truths one would never speak on pain of death.
And she also had to wonder what his story was. Aidan had not been forth coming with his personal life, and of course that included his family. She literally knew very little about the man save he had come to visit his cousin. That seemed only natural, but it seemed like it had been a long time since he had. That made her wonder but she wouldn't just come right out and ask. She also noticed that Fáelán seemed to use his Reiatsu a lot more than Aidan did, like for mundane tasks. Was this just another difference in living among Quincy all your life? Resting her beer in her lap she just looked at him waiting for a reply.
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Nov 30, 2016 20:32:53 GMT -5
Fáelán finished off the current bottle, and picked up another. He took a swig before turning to face the woman next to him and raising an eyebrow, "You'll learn." He turned his attention back to the TV for a moment, "Tcht. Adverts, typical." The leaned forward and picked up a few bottle caps and started spinning them through his fingers. He sat back, still twiddling the caps, "deep dark secrets? Hmm..." The Quincy thought back as far as he could. "Nothing dark really. Darkness tends to creep in in the late teens ive noticed, and we havent seen each other since our mid teens."
The man clicked his tongue a few times as he thought some more. Then something hit him and he snapped his fingers, sending the bottle caps flying in several directions. "How about the time he made flowers out of reishi? I'm sure he's shown you that he can make various shapes our of reishi. It always was one of his talents, so he decided to use this skill to try and impress a girl. As i recall, it worked. That is until she gave him a swift kiss. He lost focus and poof, flowers gone. She didnt mind of course, it should have been expected really, but poor Aidan got a little embarrassed and fled. Not sure if he ever spoke to her again to be honest."
After another swig of beer, another thought crossed through his head, "I've seen you training for a little while now, and ive seen your claws and the unight arrows they fire, but i dont recall ever seeing you use your power. What is your power exactly? I'm curious, and it would nice to know incase it could be useful in a fight." Fáelán finished off the bottle and swapped it for another from the stockpile. He nearlt spat the beer out as he suddenly remembered the woman hadnt had the same Quincy upbringing as him and his cousin, "I'm sorry, i didn't think. Do you have a power?"
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 20:54:41 GMT -5
She nursed her beer carefully lest he think to try and get her to help him drink one of those on the coffee table. That special brew she concocted was for him and him alone. And he didn't seem to lack in the will to chug one right after the other, so it was not going to be such a difficult chore. Though, the brew was going down quite smoothly. She flexed her toes in her socks then settled to stillness once more.
She was glad that he was talking, to be honest, she couldn't understand but a few words here and there from the TV anyway, so that would have been pretty boring. He must speak Japanese though, otherwise why would he even bother turning on the TV? Then she grinned as he spoke of the Reishi Manipulation and the girl giving him what had to have been Aidan's first kiss.
She could well imagine him behaving just as Fáelán had described. "I suppose that you were not so shy around the girls then?"And of herself? Well, seeing what the women at the cat house went through pretty much convinced her that the whole ordeal was pretty pointless. She thought like Big Katie, that men were for using and then casting aside. Only thing was, unlike the old harlot who had watched over her in Venice, she didn't even want to use them up. the whole thing was just rather...more than she cared to share with another.
She frowned peeling a bit of the label from the bottle where her hand had caused condensation to loosed up the adhesive. She blinked, her mind a million miles away in a certain beer garden..."Oh? Well, it is something to do with manipulating psychic energy. I can tweak your emotions, enhance them, nudge you toward a certain outcome. And speak through telepathy. I can't read minds. And hearing replies...well, I am still working on it. So it's kind of one way. What of yourself?"
She sipped some more of her beer and gave him her full attention, leaving the past behind. "What can you do?" She grinned, "Want to show me yours? I will show you mine."
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Nov 30, 2016 21:39:05 GMT -5
Fáelán eyed the well-nursed beer in his companions lap, 'You're hanging out with with two Irishmen, you should probably learn to drink properly' His eyes dropped to her feet when she wigled her toes, the movement drew his attention for a moment, 'They really do look comfy.'
He shrugged to her question, "When i was younger i was very shy, but i sort of grew out of it. I realised that if im not willing to even talk to someone, I clearly dont like them enough. He who dares, wins." He chuckled at that last part. "But thats very rarely a problem anymore, i wouldnt even been able to string a sentence together around you back then. But listen to me now." The man realised he was beginning to ramble and stopped himself.
He listened to her explanation of her power. "That sounds like it has multiple..." He paused for a moment, considering his next word carefully, then tried to hide a sly smile "...uses. Now the telepathy sounds like it could come in handy in a fight with multiple allies and or foes. Hows your strategy? Even one way would be very useful if you're the one with the plan." That was a very good point, this alcohol must be kicking in if he's making good points.
"Me? You've seen my power." Fáelán held out his hand and summoned his spear. "Simply put, i can change the shape of my weapon. Currently I can only do the standard bow and this spear. I have tried to make something similar to gloves but, its very hard to hold. Especially while using my Blut." He dismissed his weapon and turned back to the woman, "Now, how worried should i be about your power exactly?" He smiled lightly, showing the comment was meant in jest.
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 22:10:55 GMT -5
She laughed, "Oh they are. I think socks are about the best Christmas present in the world, by the way." She smirked not rising to the bait about drinking. If a German couldn't drink beer then she didn't know who could. Drawing her legs up beneath her once more, she pivoted on her seat to face him, setting her back against the arm rest as he spoke.
"I never would have guessed, but it makes sense now that you mention it." She would sip from her beer and consider the different implementations for her ability; certainly this was not a new issue with her given the convoluted mess it had created of her life.
"To be honest..." which was the worst thing to say when you wanted someone to believe you, but people did it all the time. For her it always set off alarm signals. "...I was raised to believe it was a sin. So, it has not really been explored as thoroughly as it could have been without such conflicting guidance."
She set her beer down, after downing the rest, and rose to her feet. "Do you suppose Aidan had anything stronger in the house? I actually could use a good stiff belt of just plain old whiskey." Then she looked at the table and laughed, "How about you hunt around some and I will police these dead soldiers? God forbid we leave rings on this nice wooden table."
She began to collect the empties and turned to walk into the kitchen as she went back to the topic at hand. "So, how much should you worry? Depends on how resistant you are to it. I can't make you cluck like a chicken or anything. But if you are willing to let me practice on you..." she spoke to him with her mind, letting her Reiatsu reach out for him. "...then just try to answer me with your mind. For instance. I didn't know that your spear was your power. I thought it was just Reishi manipulation, like what I do with me blades when I make the arrows. But I can see now that it is not." She tossed the beer bottles into the glass bin thinking that her mother would be pleased to know she was still recycling.
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Nov 30, 2016 23:04:33 GMT -5
Fáelán got to his feet and wobbled slightly. He took a moment to gather his balance, 'Eh, did i say the thing about the socks out loud?' He shrugged it off and headed towards the kitchen as Cal collected up the empties. "I'm sure he'll have something somewhere." He stepped into the kitchen and started his search by looking in the upper cupboards.
As he searched he felt her reiatsu start to cling to him, he subdued his own a little more as to provide little resistance. "Sure ill help you practice" he said out loud as he swapped to another cupboard. 'But i suggest for the emotion thing, you practice more on me than Aidan. He seems to have repressed most of his emotion, if you hit something by accident he might explode. Although telepathy would be good to practice on both of us. Eventually both at the same time.'
"Aha!" He had found a bottle of whiskey, about two thirds full. He twisted the bottle in his hand until he could read the label. "Bears Whiskey." 'Ever hear of it?' The man stepped back and shut the cupboard, before opening another and pulling out a couple of glasses. With his hands full he used a small burst of reishi to push the door shut, then headed back to the room. He looked up a little surprised to not see her in the room. "Errr..." He turned on his heel, as he heard the bottles drop into the bin. "Sneaky." Fáelán returned to the room and put the glasses and bottle down on the now cleaner table. He fell back into the sofa, and turned his head to look at the woman, 'She's actually very pretty and seems like a nice person. I wonder if she has a boyfriend.' Completely forgetting that her reiatsu was still flowing through him.
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Nov 30, 2016 23:50:56 GMT -5
She found the touch of his voice upon her mind to be quite light and airy, not at all like the fire of her brother's. It caused her to gasps slightly, letting the last bottle fall into the bin from a bit further height that what she had wished. Truthfully, she had half expected it to fail. She had hypothesized that the reason she could hear Bastian in return was that they were of the same bloodline. They naturally had an affinity for manipulating psychic energy. His manifested in a totally different manner from her own, but she just assumed family was family, by blood and by ability type.
"No. I don't think I have had Bears before. But if you can light your breath on fire I am sure to enjoy it." Fáelán was spared humiliation, this time. He had not been actively attempting to speak to her, but rather musing in his own personal thoughts. It was a completely different level of brain activity that she could not access at the moment. Perhaps one day she would grow in strength and finesse enough to delve through people's minds, but that day was not today.
She was grinning from ear to ear as she let her Reiatsu drift away from him and returned to the living room. maybe, just maybe this power would have real world application after all. Some edge against the hollows in the battles.
Calendrea laughed, "That was amazing, Fáelán." And in her exuberance over her own success she nearly forgot the warning he had given her about messing with Aidan's emotions. Nearly.
She took up her former spot on the couch, the cushions still slightly depressed from her weight, and nestled in to drink down the whiskey. reaching for her glass, she sobered slightly as she went over his words in her mind. "I don't want to breech family confidentiality here, but would it harm him in some way to gain access to his emotions again? I mean..." She sipped at the liquor for a bit of courage to be so intrusive. "...just tell me to mind my own business. I will understand, but we aren't talking repressed memories here are we? I mean like might it not be good for him to tackle some issues?"
Well, there it was. no taking it back now. hopefully he would not become defensive and think she was finding fault with his cousin. Aidan had been nothing but kind and generous with her and she would just as likely slap someone simple for bad mouthing him as not. Calendrea was often times slow to trust someone, but he was really the first other than her brother who had not chastised her for her power. Sometimes little things, at least in the eyes of other people, meant quite a lot to her.
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Dec 1, 2016 0:29:50 GMT -5
"Well, lets see how it tastes, shall we?" Fáelán leant forward, twisted the top off of the whiskey bottle and poured a generous amount into each of the glasses. He smiled lightly at her thanks as his slightly intoxicated mind twisted words slightly. He picked up the glasses and leaned back into the sofa and handed one of the glasses to the woman once she had sat down. The man tapped the rim of his glass against hers, "Cheers", he took a swig and let out a sigh as he relaxed into the cusions. "Not too bad, i suppose. Does it suit your refined palet, M'lady?" A Smirk crossed his face as he said this.
Fáelán clicked his tongue, "Well, im sure you're aware we haven't been in touch for a long time. So i don't know if something happened since i last saw him, but there was a family matter that seemed to be the cause of him leaving. I'd rather not divulge that if he hasnt seen fit to do so. He may tell you in time, but you make a good point, i should probably try to talk to him about it. You can ask if you can practice the emotion thing on him, but dont surprise him with it. I'm not fussed, go for it. Just try not to make me fall madly in love with some random passerby." A laugh escaped his lips, with this he took another drink. "What about you, lass? You seem very closed too. Anything I can do to help?"
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Dec 1, 2016 0:53:26 GMT -5
She found the taste to be rather smooth, compared to a lot of the whiskey she had tried over the years. His agreement only seemed to make her laugh. It had been quite a long time since she had just sat around and drank with someone in a friendly manner when she wasn't trying to make a score. "Oh it suits me just fine." She knocked back the rest of the shot and held out her glass out and waved it before her slightly before leaning forward to pour herself another. She set her glass on the coffee table though letting it air out and bit and held onto the bottle in case he should follow suit.
As the warmth of the liquor spread through her body, she blew out her breath slowly focusing on his reply. His words make perfect sense, how would he know for sure anything beyond the point when Aidan had left Ireland. She nodded her head agreeing that their family secrets should remain so for the time being. "You are right, this is not a tale to hear from anyone but your cousin." And then she had to laugh.
"Make you fall in love, well I suppose that could be possible." She set her voice into that lower range of the alto and let her Reiatsu fill her mouth as she spoke words that had little to nothing to do with the emotions she was provoking. "Closed off? Hardly. I am as you see me, Fáelán. Eager young student, far from home, seeking to make up for years of missing out on my heritage."
But even as she spoke her denials, she was sending forth the emotion of fear in wave after wave right on the heels of her words. There would be a few possible scenarios. She was not strong enough to effect him, he would be effected and act on his fear, or he would be effected but have the personal control to resist his impulses.
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Dec 1, 2016 1:57:25 GMT -5
Fáelán finished off his drink and glanced around for the bottle, he held his glass out close to the bottle and smiled at Cal, "You are so kind."
"He was a normal child as i recall, until his powers awoke and he was taken for training. After that we didnt spend much time together until my powers awoke and we started to be taught and spar together. It was fun to be able to spend time together again. But then some family stuff happened and he left. And here we are."
As he finished talking he felt companions reiatsu start to surround him again, this time it didnt feel as pleasent and so, as a precaution, used his own to try and keep it at bay. The man was starled by the sudden change in her voice. It was at this point he realised what was happening, as his heart rate increased and pounded in his chest, he recognised this feeling. Fear, she was trying to make him afraid. And it was working to a small degree.
The man shuddered slightly as the fear tried to delve into his core, but he managed to keep it near the surface. The veins along his arms took on a dim red glow. He turned and looked at the woman on the sofa, raised an eyebrow and gentley shook his glass "Neat trick. Can i get a refill?" His voice was colder than usual, close to the tone of his cousin.
Post by Calendrea Hughes on Dec 1, 2016 2:44:49 GMT -5
Oh Calendrea knew that flat tone of voice and it was always hard for her to read. Did it mean displeasure? Was it one of focused concentration? As yet circumstances played into her evaluations, but in truth they were no more than jumping to conclusions. However, for Fáelán it was pretty obvious he was covering fear, perhaps feeling a bit miffed as though it was not so very funny. She released the Reiatsu and shrugged her shoulders. "It is what it is. Not much use as yet, but perhaps one day."
She was used to it. Men were not always so eager to laugh when a prank had been pulled on them no matter how funny they thought it was to dish them out to others. If she were being truthful, she was not so easy going either, as a bit of urine in a certain bottle of beer would show. "Sorry. It was just a demonstration. I didn't actually have and strangers on hand to make you fall in love with." Just then Nico ran in through the living room and threw his head in her lap. "Oh hey there! I suppose I could have made him fall in love with you, right?" Either the dog understood her or he didn't, but regardless he seemed to be happy from the attention and began to sweep his tail back and forth. While it missed her short glass of liquor he scored a ten by knocking over all the open bottles of beer.
"No, no, no!" Her voice had a bit of a whine to it, knowing her words were pointless as trying to stop the spilling beer from running down onto the floor. She rose to her feet and laughed. "Well that is brilliant", even as she tried to grab the dog's collar and lead him out of the spreading puddle on the floor. "Come on now Nico. Don't track beer all over the place..." It was too late, his feet splatted in the beer and she let him go, her fingers slipping from the collar for she didn't want to get her socks wet and lost hold. Nico darted up the stairs and she called after him. "Don't you dare jump on Aidan's bed!"
She looked to Fáelán, "Did you shut the door to Aidan's room?" Calendrea was already climbing up over the back of the couch, trapped by the coffee table and the pool of beer on the floor. Her first thought was to run after the dog, but it would be pointless now even if the door was open. She'd never catch him now. "Chostakovitch!" Not exactly a curse word, being just the name of a Russian Pianist, but her mother was fond of using it and it rolled off the tongue with a crispness that seemed oh so right.
When she reached the floor once more, she booked it into the kitchen sliding across the floor in her stocking feet, her arms spread wide to display her center of mass. Where was the damned mop?
Post by Fáelán O'Mongan on Dec 1, 2016 10:29:28 GMT -5
As the feeling of fear subsided, the man shuddered slightly again. "No need to apologise. I just wasnt expecting to be as potent as it was." His voice had returned to its normal tone. Fáelán looked at his glass and clicked his tongue, he seemed more annoyed that she hadn't refilled his glass than anything else.
Just then, Nico came into the room wanting to be fussed with. The man gave the dog a few pets and smiled lightly at her comment, "That probably would have had little effect. I already like all things fluffy." He looked up at Cals hair, considering it for a moment, 'Nah. Some other time.' Fáelán was snapped back to reality when Nico, in his excitement, knocked over the bottles. He chuckled lightly as the woman tried in vain to stop the dog from splashing around, before giving in and Nico charged off upstairs. "I don't recall if I did or not", He shrugged and smiled, "I guess we'll find out when Aidan gets back."
As Cal rushed off towatds the kitchen, presumabley to find something to wipe up the mess, Fáelán leant forwrd and picked up the fallen bottles. When he lowered his feet to the floor he made a Reishi platform just above the puddle of beer so that he didnt step in it. He took the bottles into the kitchen an dropped them in the glass bin, "The mops at the bottom of the basement steps, if thats what your looking for."
He returned to the room and surveyed the mess they had made. Then he noticed something on the sofa that gave him an idea. The man stepped over to the side of the sofa that Cal had been sat and picked up some of her hairs, "It seems you're moulting." he smiled as he then went upstairs and into Aidans room. It didnt look like Nico had been in as the bed was still perfectly well made. He shook the duvet around a little and ruffled with the pillows, the bed wasnt a complete mess but it wasnt as tidy as before. The man put the hairs on one of the pillows then rubbed them in a little so they got tangled with the weave of the pillow case. Fáelán stepped back and grinned at his work, 'This could be interesting.' He headed back downstairs into the main room to see if Cal had managed to find the mop.