closed | to each his own magic

[sorceresslite]

WHO || Ella & Faye [closed -- but not...]
WHAT || The gingerest member of the Dragon's Fire meets the newest member.
WHERE || Dragon's Fire Wing
WHEN || January 4th, mid-day [ backdated ]
HOW || Actionspam

When Ella isn't harassing Andrew, which happens with alarming regularity, she is usually in the Dragon's Fire Wing blowing something up. Sometimes it's because she is not particularly good at the magic she is attempting, but oftentimes its because there is something in the room she is allowed to blow up and she can't help herself.

The moment Faye walks into the the wing, Ella is shooting fire from her fingertips in order to engulf a cardboard cutout of Robert Pattinson in flames. When his burning head tips and falls off his body, joining a pile of charred cardboard that once was a member of One Direction, she erupts into giggles, jumping up and down in amusement, as she turns to grab the fire extinguisher and put him out.

Which is when she sees Faye. "Hi."

Comments

[reallywicked]

[Excuse you, Ella. She is a full knight now okay.]

Yeah. I need a shower. Or ten. [She pulls in a deep breath at Lissa's additional spell and gives the vampire a look.]

Surprised you're not...yknow. Hungry. [Subtle, Faye.]

[lastdragomir]

[ she makes a face. rude. stop angling for a vampire orgasm. ] As much as I'm sure you would enjoy that, I think you've lost enough blood today. Come on. [ she stands up and helps faye to her feet (strength 16, that's a surprise) ]

[reallywicked]

[Up she goes! Faye is still a little shaky on her feet, but that's mostly shock and nothing to do with her actual health. That was her first near death experience. She's allowed to need a breather.]

You're no fun. [But no really. She's super grateful. She just has a shitty way of showing it.]

[lastdragomir]

I know. [ ain't even bothered, she's just happy faye is alright. ] I'll help you to the bathroom.

[ her tone doesn't brook a discussion. and the look she gives faye is with raised eyebrows and fangs not quite hidden. no arguments, missy. ]

[sorceresslite]

Enjoy, you lot. [ she is just shooing their asses out of there so she can clean up. and hopefully never have to admit her own inability to think before acting almost got their brand new knight killed. ]

[reallywicked]

[Rolling her eyes, Faye follows along to the bathroom, giving Ella a brief wave as she goes. Good to know that some of her new sect people were decent.]

You don't need to worry about me. [Not like I was just shot or anything.]

[lastdragomir]

And yet I'm going to. [ which she says oh so cheerfully even with the definite undertone of deal with it underneath. not even underneath, it's right there on the top for the taking. ]

[reallywicked]

You're more infuriating than Rose. [She can't even pretend to mean that. Despite everything that tells her she shouldn't, she enjoys Lissa and doesn't mind her hanging around.]

Don't say anything about this to anyone alright? I don't want anybody making a big deal.

[lastdragomir]

[ she opens her mouth to protest the last part, but manages not to push it. (will save 26) instead she nods. ]

If anyone asks I won't lie, but I won't offer the information either. [ that seems like a fair deal. ]

[reallywicked]

[No. It seems like a terrible deal, but Faye isn't really in the position to argue.] Fine. But if anyone asks, just tell them to come talk to me.

[She'll lie on her own, thanks.]

[lastdragomir]

Yes ma'am. [ saaaaaaaaass. lissa ain't got time for your snappy retorts, faye, she is a princess. dwi. ]

[reallywicked]

Good. [She gets into the bathroom and immediately stars to examine her shirt, which is soaked with blood and has a fucking bullet hole in it. Great. Stripping it off without any bit of modest, she heads for the showers.]

It still doesn't make sense, you know. [She says while heading around the corner to ditch her other clothes so that she can wash off completely.] The healing thing. Aren't you supposed to want to suck me dry, not stitch me up.

[lastdragomir]

Yes. [ it's unfortunate faye can't see the completely bland expression on lissa's face because it's beautiful. ] I vant to suck your blood. [ that eyeroll definitely translated into her tone. ]

Moroi are not that kind of vampire.

[reallywicked]

What other kind are there, then?

[I guess it's storytime while she showers???]

[lastdragomir]

For one thing, we're not dead. Or made. I was born, just like anyone else. We can walk about in the sun, crosses don't bother us. I like garlic. [ what are other stereotypical vampire traits? ] I have a reflection. We're nothing like the stories.

[ a beat. ] Except beheading and a stake to the heart can kill us. Because it would kill anything.

[ seriously though. who can survive a beheading? ]

[reallywicked]

And you drink blood. [Not forgetting that part. Still kind of want you to do it again. Totally not gay, right?]

[lastdragomir]

Yes, I didn't think I needed to state something you already know.

[ totally not gay. or just as gay as talking to each other while faye is showering. ]

[reallywicked]

But is that all the stories got right? I mean I know you can do whatever weird healing thing you did to me. But is there more?

[lastdragomir]

Moroi specialize in one of the four elements. [ she... stops the water from falling on faye for a second, like blam it's just hanging there above her head. (concentration nat 20, get it.) ] Or in some case, they don't specialize in any one of them particularly.

[ feel that cool breeze? yeah, that's lissa too. (concentration 16) oh and she's going to let the water splash down on you again. haha. she's such a brat sometimes. ]

[reallywicked]

Hey! [She figures out pretty fast what's going on. And now she gets it as is fucking cold. Rude. When the water comes back she yelps.]

You bitch. I'd kill you if you weren't nice to have around. Yknow- for the healing thing.

[Not at all because she made another friend.

God dammit.]

[lastdragomir]

Aww, is someone jealous? [ she snickers softly, twirling around a little as she waits, the high of the magic making her a little giddy. ]

[reallywicked]

Jealous? You wish. [She does hurry up with her shower so she can emerge a few second later with a towel wrapped around her and a second one to squeeze the water from her hair.]

It's not normal, though, right? What you do. You said most people specialize so how come you...don't?

[lastdragomir]

No, it's not normal. There's a fifth element, Spirit. That's what I have. [ the apprehension that comes part and parcel of talking about spirit, because it's a no-no to talk about back home, dulls her giddiness some but not enough to be really noticeable. ] No one really knows what it is, though.

[reallywicked]

Sounds a lot like my magic. The element stuff, at least. Or I assume. I've only really been drawn to fire. When did you figure out you could do it?

[lastdragomir]

[ she shrugs, rubbing her upper arms uncomfortably. ] A year or so ago, before I came here.