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Summer vacation elapses, and sees their storefront doing one heck of a business in the Avalon with the help of their griffin employee. There is a suggestion box for new spells they should invent, some of which have to be long-term projects but others of which are converted into new product fairly promptly.
School starts up again. Darren and Bella are both skipping straight into twelfth grade. (Bella looked into just starting college early, but while she does technically have the sort of resume that can lead to that kind of thing, she can't exactly write an essay about how she saved the life of another person and this caused her to have Moral Character, let alone about how she started a small business - so skipping one grade it is.)
They apply to colleges. They both get into University of Washington and get sufficient scholarships to accommodate both going there.
Summer ensues again.
One afternoon, Bella is over at Darren's, and has fallen asleep - in purring fullform - across his lap on the couch.
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shesepankh
castmyown
"We get Bella out first," hisses Darren. "So she can heal herself, and then we work from there."
shesepankh
Bella makes an attempt to stand up.
It doesn't work especially well.
"Ink monster's in the building," she warns hastily before screaming again.
It doesn't work especially well.
"Ink monster's in the building," she warns hastily before screaming again.
castmyown
Darren shifts to fullform, and then he's there beside her, invisibly trying to support her while not hurting her. As much as possible.
"I've brought lots of spells. I think I can kill it, that was the plan if you were -" He stops, because he can't choke out the words 'If you were dead.'
"I've brought lots of spells. I think I can kill it, that was the plan if you were -" He stops, because he can't choke out the words 'If you were dead.'
morethanimaginary
"They're going to find the corpse soon, it's a matter of time 'til they do. Dare, you do your thing, stick with Bella, I'm going to start killing people."
morethanimaginary
"Couldn't hurt. If I find ink monster, and it comes after me, I'll scream like a banshee. Come blow it up, if that happens."
shesepankh
"It's fast," hisses Bella, "I almost escaped once but it got me again - AAAAAAAAAAH," she adds as a helpful afterthought, "but I don't think it flies."
castmyown
Darren passes the invisible invisibility scroll towards Savannah, and after ten seconds away from him, it turns visible.
morethanimaginary
Savannah takes the scroll, reads over what its chant is, and then pockets it. "Okay, minute they find the corpse I use invisibility and start flying around being death from above, got it. Dare, don't be here with Bella when that happens."
She straightens up, drops back into an eerily accurate body language of the fellow whose heart she ate, and then she (he?) turns and leaves.
Off to go kill people.
She straightens up, drops back into an eerily accurate body language of the fellow whose heart she ate, and then she (he?) turns and leaves.
Off to go kill people.
shesepankh
Bella's still struggling to stand up so she can get out of the antimagic field.
castmyown
Her boyfriend is - trying to help her do that. Gently.
"You can lean on me, it'll - probably hurt, though, because - well," he murmurs. "I'll help you move, though."
"You can lean on me, it'll - probably hurt, though, because - well," he murmurs. "I'll help you move, though."
shesepankh
Bella leans, and this scream is a little less unfeigned than the last one.
Heavily favoring her most recently declawed paw, she drags herself out of the room.
And then collapses, healed.
Heavily favoring her most recently declawed paw, she drags herself out of the room.
And then collapses, healed.
castmyown
Darren glances around, then retrieves another invisibility scroll - his last one, in fact - and uses it on Bella.
He shifts to midform, drapes an invisible wing over her while still keeping thumbs, and he waits. For either the corpse to be found, his sister to be caught, or Bella to wake up.
He shifts to midform, drapes an invisible wing over her while still keeping thumbs, and he waits. For either the corpse to be found, his sister to be caught, or Bella to wake up.
"HOLY SHIT," says one of the torturers, who went to get coffee. "ROB, HE'S REALLY REALLY FUCKING DEAD!"
morethanimaginary
Want to know who else is really, really fucking dead? Rob. Rob is really, really fucking dead. Savannah wipes off her bloodied knife onto his shirt, wondering if it's worth the time investment to eat his heart and take his form. The call from the coffee-retrieving torturer tells her that it's not. She gives the corpse a kick, because the bastard deserved it, and then she gets out her invisibility scroll and ceases to be visible.
She shifts in her wings, and she takes to the skies. She heads over to the torturer, the one that's found the corpse. This one gets to be the one that gets interrogated.
"Rob's not here right now," she says, in the dead fellow's voice. No use blowing her identity if she can avoid it, even if she's way better at the terrifying purr in her voice than dead fellow was. "Can I take a message?"
She shifts in her wings, and she takes to the skies. She heads over to the torturer, the one that's found the corpse. This one gets to be the one that gets interrogated.
"Rob's not here right now," she says, in the dead fellow's voice. No use blowing her identity if she can avoid it, even if she's way better at the terrifying purr in her voice than dead fellow was. "Can I take a message?"
"HOLY SHIT," repeats the non-Rob torturer.
morethanimaginary
"Nah, I don't look like shit at all. I'll accept the divinity, though."
She slams into him, invisible, keeping an eye out for the ink monster and ready to jump back into the skies at a moment's notice.
"So who's your boss?" she asks, pleasantly, like they're getting coffee together.
She slams into him, invisible, keeping an eye out for the ink monster and ready to jump back into the skies at a moment's notice.
"So who's your boss?" she asks, pleasantly, like they're getting coffee together.
"Oh my god who are you what's going on," babbles the torturer, flailing his hands at the invisible attacker.
morethanimaginary
"I," says Savannah, dodging the flailing hands and adding in some knives to the equation, "am the holy not-shit. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. This is an interrogation, I'm better at it than you are!"
She's still talking in a dead-man's voice, but the rest of her body's hers. She knows how to use it well. Knife. Knife to throat, and then one of the man's arms gets to go snap, because Savannah does not want to deal with its shit right now. The other gets pinned by Savannah's knee.
She's still talking in a dead-man's voice, but the rest of her body's hers. She knows how to use it well. Knife. Knife to throat, and then one of the man's arms gets to go snap, because Savannah does not want to deal with its shit right now. The other gets pinned by Savannah's knee.
He can dish it out, but he can't take it; he chokes back a scream.
Meanwhile, near the corridor of cubicle walls where Bella is passed out with Darren's wing over her, a darkness shoops around the corner.
Meanwhile, near the corridor of cubicle walls where Bella is passed out with Darren's wing over her, a darkness shoops around the corner.
morethanimaginary
"Tsk, tsk, I'm disappointed, that wasn't even the opener, it was just your arm annoying me," snorts Savannah. "But hey, if you want to make my job tons easier, go for it, pretend to be a knocked over jar and spill all of the beans."
castmyown
Darren looks up a the darkness, and then he sort of growls. That thing? That thing is going to die.
He retrieves a scroll, and he starts chanting, softly, under his breath.
He retrieves a scroll, and he starts chanting, softly, under his breath.
To be fair, he isn't spilling any beans, he's just tearing up and gibbering. He still has three functioning limbs; he is now using them to try to get away.
Shoop shoop.
Shoop shoop.
morethanimaginary
Blah, annoying man. Now his other limbs are annoying her.
So, in turn, one by one - they get to go snap.
So, in turn, one by one - they get to go snap.
castmyown
Darren's not sure if this spell will work, but it seems the best bet of all of the spells he has on him. Energy-draining, life-stealing - he is going to unmake that - thing. Steal its essence away to nothingness.
He finishes his chant, and the spell goes.
He finishes his chant, and the spell goes.