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]

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.

[reallywicked]

[She stops, looking at her oddly, picking up that discomfort (wis 15).]

What is it?

[lastdragomir]

Nothing. I'm not used to talking about it with... anyone. [ max got a lot out of her but to be fair he was reliving her memories so he needed the context, even for the memories she couldn't remember. anastacia knew as much as lissa could tell her, but that was her mentor.

regular people... not so much. ] It was too dangerous back home, since so few people can do it and spirit is so volatile.

[reallywicked]

Volatile? You healed me with it? [Not seeing how this is a dangerous gift tbh.]

And you're not there anymore. I bet Wynn knows about it right? Which means its not a problem around here.

[lastdragomir]

It's... [ hard to explain. ] Healing is easy for me. [ the other aspects are far more difficult. ] But it's not good for me.

Anyway. [ CHANGING THE SUBJECT. ] Want me to grab you some new clothes, yours are... covered in blood.

[reallywicked]

Yeah, sure. [Gurl she is going to come back to this topic at some point.] Do you know where my room is?

[lastdragomir]

No, but I can probably find it. Or you can borrow something of mine. [ they were roughly the same height and build after all, though faye actually had curves whereas lissa had none to speak of. ]

[reallywicked]

Whatever's easier. Just go. It's freezing in here.

[Translation: thanks. again.]

[lastdragomir]

[ lissa disappears with a flash of long blonde hair. she returns a few minutes later with a pair of skinny jeans, a camisole and a warm dark read sweater with a slouchy cowl she bought and never wore because even though she looks ballin' in red because of her hair and complexion she doesn't favor the color.

the sweater is also specifically chosen because it's thick enough that faye doesn't need to worry about her probably bloodstained bra. ] Here, I just went to my room, but you can keep them. I haven't worn any of it.

[reallywicked]

[Faye gives her a slightly confused look because even if she had worn it, it wouldn't matter to her.]

Thanks. [And off she goes to change. Something about being freshly cleaned with nice warm clothes makes it easier to forget being shot.] I'll get them back to you soon.